Citadel Miniatures

Tiny plastic figures, set out on the tabletop. In the middle, a great tower rises. Who knows? It might yet make both cross and castle dark. These painted figures, they are all one side. And there is another side.

Is this a game of Warhammer? Does anyone know the score?

The thoughts that flap around my head are like ravens around the Tower of London. No doubt, if they stopped, I would too.

But they are there, and still no king is in sight, and the big cauldron bubbles again and again, whistling and mumbling its song of undeath through the blasted heath.