It is indeed the elf mage from mordheim...lovely spirit seer interperatation (spellin)
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It is indeed the elf mage from mordheim...lovely spirit seer interperatation (spellin)
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As the air to a bird; of the sea to a fish, so is contempt to the contemptible.
Marduk of the 34th Grand Host, Word Bearers Legion
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I've got to know a great deal more about these creatures over the last century or so, since that first disconcerting encounter, and one thing I've seen time and again is that dismissing them as simple, unreasoning brutes is a fast route to the graveyard (or more likely their stomachs). – Commissar C. Cain
Green Tide on the Iratus Coast
Word Bearers 36th Grand Company (Lucifer216) vs. Waa-Snazgutz (Omricon)
Purge the Alien (Hammer and Anvil deployment)
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A Coterie of Word Bearers brings word to Marduk that a vein of tainted metal, thrumming with the power of the Warp, has been ignorantly used in the construction of the docks on the Iratus Sea, gradually tainting the seawater. If the docks can be secured, the somnolent power within the docks themselves can be used to cause a warp breach underwater, allowing a stream of daemons to follow the vital canals and pipes inland – and infiltrating Ravines Umbrage, Kotkovo and Mordporof.
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Ank Mork-Gork, a Big Mek in the employ of Waa-Snazgutz, makes the final adjustments to the whirly bits of his 'Faraway Cage'; a contraption resembling nothing more than an upturned and stripped umbrella, holding the dangling stasis-casket of Hieriel de Heirarra, prophet of Vaul Cerridwen. The little remaining moisture in the freezing air turns to a dusting of frost as the psychic potential builds. The mek's plan is to use the Prophet as a psychic magnet, drawing 'wyrd-wotsits' towards it.
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A branch of the 34th Grand Host assaulting Ravine Umbrage sweeps up the frozen coast of the Iratus Sea. Imperial forces surrender the Leonine and Maxilla Docks with little resistance, and the Word Bearers dig in while the rebel PDF engineers arrive to begin construction to allow the ritual to build.
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The Mek, and his entourage, vanish from their camp in the Fractured Lands and reappear, with a heavy 'thump' of displaced snow and a crackle of heavy ice, halfway across the continent of Thrymyr Nørt. Mork-Gork straightens up and consults his Jeepy-Ess, his surprised expression turning to an attempt at 'leaderly' as he realises the boy are looking at him.
"Er. I fink we're across da sea." A heavy creaking groan resounds across the area and – prompted by Giblet the grot – the Mek peers a bit closer at the Jeepy-Ess. "Nah, tell a lie. We're on the sea." He looks up, and points at a low cliff. "Let's walk over dere."
After a brief pause and another threatening groan of the ice, he corrects himself.
"Acksherly – change of plan. Leg it!"
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Arshak's Coterie is joined by Dark Apostle Marduk as they hurriedly occupy the recently-abandoned defences of the docks, determined to see off this unexpected attack. A Forgefiend growls smoke and steams in the chill air.
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Slipping and sliding, the orks clamber up the cliff and spot the Astartes. "Beekees to fight!" they yell gleefully.
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Both sides race to the centre to make the most of the cover while the deffdredd and Forgefiend trade fire.
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Racing on from the breaking ice of the Iratus Sea, da Terminatork's bike bounces over the snow as he sweeps round the flank.
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After carefully hauling their transport up the sea cliff, the trukkers are keen to join the fray and race on from the back.
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The orks are met by a storm of fire from the grim-faced Word Bearers, wrecking the trukk.
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The Word Bearers advance purposefully across the defences...
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...where the two forces clash.
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With an almighty crash, the two forces charge into one another.
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"Nah boss, nah. I never run off!" The Mek protested over the squawk-box as Word Bearer boltshells whistled overhead. "Don't worry – da proffit's safe 'ere wiv me. Turns out da Faraway Cage worked even better than wot I fort – just dere woz so much wyrdy-stuff dat it dragged us to where it woz, instead of da uvver way 'round." He winced and held the earpiece away from his head as Snazgutz' voice got louder. Giblet the gretchin looked up at the Mek sympathetically.
"Nah, boss... Nah... Yeah... Nah... I..." Ank Mork-Gork put his hand over the speaker and nodded at Giblet, who saluted keenly. "Giblet, I gotta go." the Mek said. "Tell... uh... tell Grimdaz dat 'e's in charge 'til I get back."
Giblet looked concerned, but scuttled off.
"Olright boss, I'll see yer in a bit." The mek nodded to the dismayed boyz around him, adjusted a worky-bit on his shokk attack gun, and disappeared in a crackle of green energy.
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Orks and Legionnaires alike fall, but the Word Bearers gain the upper hand on the left flank.
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The orks storm the barricades in the centre, clambering over the low walls and launching themselves into the Astartes with snarls. Da Terminatork slams into the side of the Forgefiend, rocking it heavily.
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With a cry, Marduk steps forward to challenge the ork nob, who brandishes the dok's sleepy juice threateningly.
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Pinned briefly by the nobs claw, Marduk's armour is breached by the 'urty syringe. The powerful squig-fermentation overcomes even his mighty constitution, and he collapses.
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"Yoo are one ugly muvva-zogger."
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The fighting in the centre descends into a desperate struggle.
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"Yoo know I sed I'd kill yer last? ....I lied."
With a last blow, the Forgefiend's warpmetal head is struck off, with a geyser of hot ichor. Da Terminatork exults over the destruction, and the Word Bearers begin to fall back.
The close-run victory has left Marduk missing; though the 34th Grand Host are in a good position to mount a rescue mission – or a full-scale assault to remove the ork's bridgehead.
Meanwhile the orks have established a foothold in the east. Doubtless Snazgutz will plan to move on this rich vein of warp-power in his aim to find a way to use Hierel de Hiererra more aggressively.
Final Score
Waa-Snazgutz: 6
34th Grand Host: 5
DIS NOW BELONGS TO DA ORKS
Tyrant Guard & Carnifex WIP
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Here's an update from the workbench showing a Hive Guard converted from the really old hive Tyrant, and a Screamer-Killer Carnifex. They're 95% done, although I'm still having the problem of Agrax Earthshade drying a bit 'chalky' in places. I'm being very careful to shake it thoroughly and not apply too much, but it's still happening, so I think I must have a bad batch. I'll try buying another pot and see what happens. :(
Awesome log chaps, thoroughly inspiring stuff! All of the armies are looking great, the Word Bearers in particular are fantastic!
Keep up the great work
Memnon
Change of Fortune
Hunter Cadre Shas'ka Nan (grahamgilchrist) vs. Kelmon's Last Avowal (Apologist)
The Scouring (Hammer and Anvil deployment)
Alongside Commander Brokenhand she had faced the dread Yhe. Under the legendary Farsight, she had faced-down the Be'gel. The Gue'la were old foes; ones she had fought as Commander in her own right.
She had never fought the Eldar. Could these uncanny beings prove worthy prey?
For Shas'El Brightsceptre, the strike was all. Mont'Ka.
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In disciplined ranks, the Fire Warriors spread forward like an opening hand.
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Each knew his or her place in the Greater Good.
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Mighty battlesuits anchor the lines.
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Without warning, Fire Warriors begin to drop in the centre, as sniper fire strikes out. Worse still, the commander herself is torn to pieces by eldar artillery fire!
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Taking fire and leaking vital oils, the scarred and battered battlesuits break, reform and strike forward again, in a fruitless attempt to reach the vibrocannon battery.
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Lithe Eldar figures emerge from the woods to unleash whipping shuriken fire across the shocked Fire Caste warriors before fading back into cover. Pinned in place, the Fire Warriors desperately and blindly return fire.
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The Pathfinders burst from ambush to tie up and pull down the remaining Crisis suit bodyguard. Taken by surprise, he managed to douse a number of Pathfinders in guttering flame.
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The War Walker lands a vicious kick and destroys the suit.
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Hunkering in place, the Broadsides are astonished by the durability of the flimsy-looking eldar emplacement guns. As they watch, a nimbus appears around the Eldar's war-psyker's head and the damage inflicted upon the artillery by their mighty Rail Rifles appears to heal.
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Dismayed and demoralised by the loss of so many comrades, the Fire Warrior strike force starts to take to their heels. The Eldar's glittering eyes watch over them until they have successfully retreated into Cloudcountry borders.
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Final Score
Hunter Cadre Shas'ka Nan : 2
Kelmon's Last Avowal : 9
Eldar victory
WOW!
the eldar are getting scary!
....did they just out shoot the tau?
Whow, cool a win for our Eldar pansies, lol!!!
WIP Dire Avengers
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I'm experimenting with painting my aspect warriors in the craftworld scheme. I liked the idea of the Kraken disaster causing profound cultural shifts beyond their increased use of wraithconstructs, and reasoned that every surviving member of Iyanden would become a guardian first and foremost – which has resulted in the aspect shrines being relatively oversubscribed and their teachings becoming enmeshed with everyday life. Obviously this is a big threat for craftworld eldar; and I wanted to show them 'losing the path' through this conflation.
Plus, yellow and blue is boss.
I'm glad you like the colours, lol, coz I don't, I think GW has a habit of painting up soldiers looking like clowns.. nothing realistic about them at all, even if its in a Warhammer 40K universe :P
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think the frosted/pastel yellow on the rangers and autarch works really well (though it does look like a lot of effort!).
will the warwalker be keeping its vivid vibrant yellow or will you be muting it to match the armour on the infantry?
are the avengers going have purple plumes to match the hair of the others, or are you going for a different colour?
Thanks, and yes, the aim for everything is to have the yellow a pastel hue to match the Autarch etc; I want it to look less strident than the Imperial/ork equivalent. Pastels are tasteful, doncherknow, and I want that in my Eldar. [/cup of tea]Quote:
think the frosted/pastel yellow on the rangers and autarch works really well [...]will the warwalker be keeping its vivid vibrant yellow or will you be muting it to match the armour on the infantry?
Again, most probably. I'm tempted to do stripes of black, white and purple to help them stand out from Guardians; but on the other hand, they already stand out because the guardians are converted... Hmm.Quote:
are the avengers going have purple plumes to match the hair of the others, or are you going for a different colour?
On a related note, does anyone have any hair tufts/plumes I can poach for my Guardian jetbikers and wraithguard?
Horses for courses, of course, but I think that the visual impact of the game is vastly enhanced by unrealistic colour schemes.Quote:
I think GW has a habit of painting up soldiers looking like clowns.. nothing realistic about them at all, even if its in a Warhammer 40K universe :P
I like some of my stuff to look muted – Imperial Guard are a good example – but even there I think it's an important aesthetic consideration to have a good accent colour and pay attention to contrast in order to make them stand out.
After all, you're not supposed to see camouflaged soldiers in real life; but tabeltop gaming is, at least in part, a visual medium.
Anyway, yellow and blue are a lovely colour pair; and it's been a fun experiment to add in both turquoise and magenta as accent colours. Using bright pastel tones has been a great breath of fresh air for me, and has definitely given my painting head a godo workout :)
True, but still :)
Close Encounters
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At this point in the war, reinforcement notices had reached several nearby planets. Some answered the call to repay old debts to the governor of Frigia, others to fulfill dreams of glory. Still, Frigia was a distant and unimportant entity; and many planetary governors preferred to keep their armies close at hand, to ward off potential Tau strikes of opportunity. The Brightsword Protectorate's expansionist plans were well-known, and most Governors in the sector had grown increasingly conservative and jittery about sending their forces afield.
Nevertheless, enemy advances on Frigia had drawn in many forces, swelling the Penitent Crusade that hung in orbit. Mass Imperial Guard transports from the Richenbach and Hesiod systems were plighing their way through the turbulent warp to reinforce the embattled sysytem, and even some of the famed Clinth Commandos had been sighted.
The Astartes, commonly the first to respond to Imperial distress, had provided a typically haughty and divided front. While strike forces of Space Wolves and Carcharadons had made planetfall early in the campaign, Chapter Master Kanatai of the Emperor's Hawks and First Brother Sarapis of the Sons of Spectra had given a negative response – the first citing his forces' deployment against rebels and orks across the Boten Cloud Nebula, the latter seeing no reason to explain to 'lesser men'. The Stars of Dorn and Emperor's Hammers, both from neighbouring sectors of space, had either declined to respond, or the astropathic messages they received had been lost or misinterpreted.
It was pure chance that the Novamarines were nearby, and in a position to respond. Fresh from their successful defence of Throne in the Tonnabruggias system, Captain Mercian had begun a slow sweep towards the rimwards entrance of the Hyperion Warp Corridor, with the intent of returning to Honourum, far from the Antona Australis sector, when they received the distress message. Their small fleet drew into the system from the rim, and were horrified to find space cobwebbed with tyranid vessels, all seemingly searching for something. With hindsight, it is likely the tyranids of Hivefleet Dagon were attempting to recontact orphans of Splinterfleet Cerberus on the surface of Frigia. The presence of a bioform closely resembling the reports of the 'Old Growler' Prime Warrior from the surface was an especially worrying development. Had Dagon contacted Frigia already, and drawn up the information on this successful genotype?
The Novamarines, all-too-aware of the threat posed by Dagon after the events on Macragge, immediately ordered boarding assaults against the Tyranids, aiming to disrupt their telepathic contact and slow reinforcements to the system.
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Close Encounters
Splinterfleet Cerberus (Bob Hunk) vs. Novamarines 5th Company (Apologist)
Sabotage (Zona Mortalis expansion)
A warm, spore-laden fog hung over the spongy surface of the cavern. Tiny flesh-beetles skittered over writhing digestion grubs. With a crackle of splitting resin, a pink sphincter-portal tightened spastically. Its meat turned grey, then split, weeping a blackened fluid as the meltacutter cut it open. Brother Ynnos, only newly advanced from the Scouts, pushed through the remaining burnt material warily, his feet light and his bolt pistol held up in front of him. The floor in the chasm spasmed and puckered softly around his boot, drawing back from the cool plasteel. The air was filled with buzzing and sonorous arrhythmic thumps.
'Clear.'
Even the vox seemed slowed and strange inside the vessel. The Astartes had fought in every manner of warzone, from chirping sweat-jungles to the sweetapple orchards of Throne. Nothing was like fighting the tyranids.
Sergeant Nepoidon drew up alongside Ynnos, and placed a hand on his pauldron – though whether this was meant to steady Ynnos, or to derive some familiarity himself, wasn't clear to the battle brother.
'Stinking tyranids,' the gnarled veteran began; and his casual disgust did more to reassure the shaken Ynnos than he liked to admit. 'Give me an honest fight against the greenskins any day.' He turned away, and used his power maul to indicate two gelid, muscular masses on the far side of the chamber.
'More of these. Burn 'em.' The Space Marine boarding party had been destroying the fleshy pink lumps for perhaps half an hour as they pushed through the eerie vessel. In truth, no-one knew whether they served a vital purpose to the running of the craft, but with little else to go on, Captain Mercian had opted to destroy anything that stood out.
Nepoidon watched as the four marines under his command fanned out; two priming krak charges while Ynnos and the other novitiate covered the remaining sphincter-portals. He bowed his head slightly to concentrate as a faint hissing came through on the command channel of the vox. He strained his Lyman's ear, squinting unconsciously. Were those faint words?
He blinked in surprise as the line broke into a series of stuttering farts that Nepoidon realised was boltgun fire. He blink-clicked a locator rune to find the Captain, and began to walk back towards the tattered remains of the portal. Without turning his head, he toggled the squad vox. 'Follow me, Novamarines. Looks like this thing's got an immune system.'
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Novamarines emerge from the boarding torpedos.
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Tyranid bio-warriors emerge from their millennia-long slumber.
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Genestealer and spore mine organisms appear on the auspecies of the Astartes, who retrench and drive forward, capturing the first psychic node.
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Mercian warily advances towards the strange spore creatures, but they drift away from him.
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Sergeant Nepoidon orders his squad to dig in by the ventricles, training their weapons on the sphincter-door that the genestealers are lurking behind.
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The first node proves resistant to bolt pistol fire, so the veteran squad leader begins to prep krak charges.
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Genestealers burst through the door into a storm of boltgun fire from the well-drilled marines.
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To his horror, Mercian receives reports of a Carnifex bio-tank on the right flank, barrelling forward after the genestealers.
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Even as he gives his reinforcement orders, Tyranid warriors emerge into the large chamber to defend the second hive node.
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The genestealers and Novamarines engage in vicious close quarter fighting, hampered by the tight confines of the tyranid hiveship.
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Using Nepoidon's teleport homer, a squad of Terminators materialise inside the hiveship behind the genestealer wave, facing off against the carnifex. A stream of disciplined fire tears through its hardened carapace, leaving it bleeding and torn – but alive.
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The Novamarines on the left flank storm the brood chamber, led by Mercian. A wall of cleansing flame from brother Carmine bursts the spore mines, shredding the carapace of the nearest warrior.
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The flames catch and destroy the second hive node, to the screeching rage of the Tyranids.
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Mercian surges into battle, his power axe biting deeply into the Tyranids, who are unable to hit the skilled warrior.
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The battle on the right flank descends into a brutal slugging match, with casualties on both sides. A combat squad charges into the flank of the genestealers, further increasing the pressure.
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Two surviving marines from one combat squad fall back to target the hive node as they are relieved.
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The carnifex bellows a hideous challenge, sending sputtering bioplasma across the corridor.
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As it charges, Tyranid warriors move up in support, their psychically-charged boneswords creating thrumming arcs in the air.
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At an imperative of the hive mind, the sphincter door creature puckers closed around brother Carmine as the Novamarines attempt to support Mercian, preventing their advance.
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The Terminators fight courageously against the towering monsters, losing three of their number for two of the Tyranids.
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With the genestealers destroyed, but the path blocked by the raging melee, Nepoidon and Ynnos, the only survivors of their combat squad, duck into a passageway to reload.
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The tyranid leader emerges, issuing a low growl of challenge. Mercian fights on, gradually cutting down the Tyranids... but he is tiring. The Novamarines force their way into the chamber, determined to face down the monsters.
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Mutual destruction! The surviving Terminators land the killing blows on the remaining Tyranid warrior and Carnifex, but are slain in turn by the creatures' death throes.
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Even massed boltgun fire is insufficient to bring down the Prime's brood.
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The Old Growler bioform crashes into the Astartes, sending its brood off to the right flank to pursue Sergeant Nepoidon and prevent the destruction of the nodes.
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On the right flank, the survivors of the genestealer assault ram krak charges home and destroy the hive node. Just two remain.
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The final combat squad races after the loose brood to buy their comrades time to detonate the final nodes.
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Brother Ynnos cycles open the sphincter door to the third node; which is surrounded by spore mines! An awful detonation breaches his suit, injuring him terribly. Sergeant Nepoidon angrily destroys the hive node with his power maul, before returning to Ynnos, who groaningly sits up, his armour spattered with razor sharp spines. Unable to stand, Ynnos raises his boltpistol to signal his ability to defend himself and waves his sergeant on.
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Butchering the remnants of the combat squad, Old Growler turns and issues an alien challenge to Mercian. Tired and injured, he sets his face grimly and prepares to meet the Prime's charge.
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Torn from his feet by the lash whip, Mercian desperately batters away the deathstroke. Old Growler places a hoof on the injured Captain and pins him to the deck with a sword through the torso.
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Before he can deal the deathblow to the defeated Captain, Old Growler is distracted by the Novamarines, who turn back from the pursuing warrior. Bolt pistol rounds crash around the Prime Warrior, and it straightens, hissing angrily.
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The Novamarines charge in, determined to rescue their Captain.
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Weight of numbers proves too much for the injured Warriorform, and Old Growler collapses to the deck in a pool of ichor.
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The veteran Nepoidon orders the remains of his squad to cover him, and barrels towards the final node. The pursuing warrior emerges from the soupy darkness, and into boltgun range.
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With a crash of firepower, the final Tyranid warrior is left headless. With a grim grin of satisfaction, Nepoidon raises his plasma pistol and executes the final node. A subsonic moan and spasm runs through the stricken craft as it is severed from the hive mind.
Final Score
Splinterfleet Cerberus : 2
Novamarines 5th Company : 6
Novamarine victory
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Nepoidon walked backwards down the wracking corridor. The microfauna and flora seemed distressed. The two marines fell in behind him as he issued orders to gather up the injured. Six Astartes were dead, including three of the vaunted First Company. Thirteen more were badly hurt. Worse still, Captain Mercian had been downed, though he would live.
The sergeant shook his head grimly. The number of hive ships was already in the dozens. The Novamarines didn't have the numbers to maintain this assault.
'Fall back to the Assault Boat. We're going to have to rethink this plan.'
Nice to see the novamarines getting an outing again (supported by some praetors I see). Does this mean we will be seeing more Apologist marines, or are you sticking with the equally epic eldar?
Excellent use of the Advanced Space Crusade tiles! What rules did you use for this game?