Peasants on the Desk, Bretonnia vs Cathay on the Horizon
Wilini managed to push the peasant mob a bit further before heading off for duty, and honestly, they are already looking full of character even before the final skin wash stage. At this point the flesh still felt a bit off though — the Elven Flesh tone was reading a little too yellow, so the plan was simple: survive the day, play a game tomorrow, and grab a better option at 2d6.
That led very naturally into the next important hobby question: if we were already meeting up for a game, what time were we actually showing up and were we reserving a table? The answer came together quickly enough — Michał was free from 12:00, 12:30 worked, Wilini called 2d6, and the table was booked.
And yes, this was not just any random meetup. The matchup got clarified later: Bretonnia vs Cathay, with Wilini vs Michał. Which, frankly, sounds like exactly the kind of game we want to build a whole hobby week around.
Michał also dropped what might be the most important side observation of the day: these peasants would make excellent henchmen for Mordheim too. And he is absolutely right. One of the joys of painting rank-and-file fantasy weirdos is that they rarely belong to just one game. A good grubby peasant with the right face and a bit of attitude can pull double duty without any problem.
Then came the social part of the planning. Stas asked if he could drop by just to watch. Michał, naturally, went with a dramatic “NEVER IN YOUR LIFE”, which was immediately balanced out by Wilini inviting him anyway. Healthy group dynamics. Strong boundaries. Zero actual enforcement.
Later in the day the comedy escalated, because apparently even after saying out loud that it would be Bretonnia vs Cathay, Wilini vs Michał, there was still room for total confusion.
We have all been there: you think the plan is crystal clear, then one message appears and suddenly you start wondering whether everyone is just committing to the bit. Was it sarcasm? Did someone genuinely fail to connect the dots? We may never know.
What we do know is that the peasants are moving forward, the game is booked, and the whole thing has that perfect pre-battle energy: a few last painting tweaks, a quick shop stop for the right paint, and a lot of excited back-and-forth before dice hit the table.
If nothing else, this is a strong reminder that half the hobby is painting little men — and the other half is trying to coordinate adults.