|Piers Brand's superb greenskins|
Now and again though it does yield gold.
The gold in this case is the way our hobby has connected the thousands of small metal and plastic man enthusiasts together. We all know how good the interwebs is for gaming, so I'll skip right on past that. What I mean is the friendships that can result from such shared obsessions over the net. The kind where a grown man you've never met before gives you a ten second bearhug, and you're totally reciprocating.
|A deathworld never looked so beautiful.|
There's already been some fine, fine reporting on the games of the day. You can catch the Rogue Trader report here, at Scale Creep, where some of the mightiest examples of the gaming elite hold court. Indeed, these, among some excellent others, are the very fellows that made the trip to Ireland to throw some dice and revel in the sumptuous miniatures there on the day. (Bar Captain Crooks, with his whole 'I live in Australia' excuse.)
The Frostgrave portion of the day was reported on here by Cheetor over at Sho3box and here by Asslessman at Leadplague.
|The height of Rogue Trader fashion saunters through the jungle.|
|Yes. That's a giant floating ballbag there at the back.|
|Sneaking. It's what they do.|
|More gorgeous Frostgrave minis.|
|Brewhouse Bash at full tilt.|