Alien Dungeon: Upcoming Crush of Iron Fantasy Master Wargame Previewed

Alien Dungeon: Playing our new game a bit... hou shalt break them with a Rod of Iron… Psalm 2:9

What is this Crush of Iron Game? It’s a miniature game of epic combat between fantasy armies. It’s not a skirmish game.  The models are larger 15mm. Its full name is actually Crush of Iron Fantasy Master, as with your help and its success, we plan on doing a historical version eventually too called Crush of Iron Ancients Master.

Highlights:

• Specifically tailored for Head to head gaming and tournament style play, but it accommodates multiplayer and campaign games quite well too. 
• The rules will be free, no army books or anything else to buy
• The miniatures are all metal- no tedious assembly and have been specifically designed to be easy to and satisfying to paint. 
• The range consists of hundreds of individual sculpts. A typical unit of 16 figures will all be individual models with no repeats. This is even true of some of the larger 32 figure units!
• Initially we will be offering Dwarves, Orcs, Goblins, Elves, the Northmen, Ogres and more. Many more armies are planned. 
• The scale lends itself well to big battles in workable spaces and allows for some truly epic beasts and equipment choices that play well even on a table as small as 4 x 4 feet. 
• We are very excited to be doing this project and are working with an excellent partner on the sculpting and manufacturing. 

A bit of the old story...

Glog felt the steel bite into his arm on the down stroke. The muscles, partially severed, let go and his shield fell off in a black blooded slide. Nogga was thrown slightly off balance as he had swung his blade down onto Glog, his mailed feet grinding the gravel. Glog instinctively spun away from the attack and then back, doing a complete circle at the same time raising his own sword above his head and then crashing it back down as the spin completed. His stroke struck Nogga’s blade down into the earth and the impact broke both weapons with a loud double snap. Glog shouldered into Nogga immediately, pushing him back. Glog’s head came up and into Noggas face, bending and driving Nogga’s cheek guard up and into his nose breaking it and at the same time tearing a huge rend across Glog’s naked scalp. 

Nogga roared and started to fall backward. He brought his shield arm up behind Glog and the two fell hard to the ground and rolled over several times. Glog ended on top, and while his left arm was now useless, his right hand gripped Noggas arm like a vice and Glogs savage teeth shunk into Noggas neck between his mail and his helmet. Nogga started to groan and gurgle at the same time and the two rolled around again and again and again. Nogga desperately tried to dislodge Glog by kicking scratching and tearing at him, causing deep wounds with his claws wherever flesh was exposed but Glog did not slacken his bite, and the trickle of hot black blood in his mouth became a stream as his jaws closed ever tighter. The two huge brutes stopped rolling. Glog lifted his head and then let it drop. They both looked dead, but in a moment Glog unsteadily lifted up and rose to his feet. 

Nogga lay dead indeed, a giant pool of blood gathering under him as it poured from his nearly severed neck. The giant black flies that always followed the tribe had already found him and buzzed about looking for a place to land and feast. Glog turned slowly, his wounded arm dripping and his beady and gleaming red eyes glaring at each of the circle of gathered warriors. He half coughed and half burped blood out and down his chin and then boomingly proclaimed in a voice as deep as the darkest cave, “I am Glog!, I slew Nogga. Now Glog rules!”

He looked into the faces of the warriors. He could see no descent. The chant began, the ritual, played out countless times, started. With one voice the warriors recognized his rule in a simple sing-song: “Glog! Glog! Glog! Glog!” He had been accepted as their new leader. None chose to challenge. His breathed deeply and spat several times. A Runt came and looked at his arm wound. Glog cuffed him away and picked up his shield with his good right arm. He would need a new sword. “Follow!” he shouted and strode off towards the valley. The rest of the Orcs fell in behind him. It was time to attack the Dwarves.