Here are some pictures from a 3-way game I played with friends last night. It was me with chaos vs 30k alpha legion vs marines (raven guard taxtics)
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Tuesday, 19 April 2016
Vanquish 1750 tournament
A little while back I attended a local tournament. About 60 entrants and managed to place 30th, not bad for chaos haha. I also came away with the best painted trophy which I am very proud of, that's 2 for 2 with tournaments and best painted for my nurgle csm.
The list I took:
Cad 1: Crimson slaughter
Hq:
Chaos lord, bike, mon, deamon heart, slaughters horns, sigil of corruption, fist/claw and a gift of mutation.
Typhus
Elite:
2 mutilators, mon ( typhus bodyguards)
Troops:
10 zombies
10 zombies
Fast attack:
5 spawn, mon
Heavy support:
Vindicator, warp flame gargoyles
Cad 2: Chaos space marines
Hq:
Sorcerer, lvl 2, spell familiar, bike, burning brand
Troops:
10 zombies
10 zombies
Fast attack:
3 bikers, 2 plasma
Heavy support:
2 maulerfiends with lasher tendrils
2 obliterators, mon
And here are some pictures from the event:
The list I took:
Cad 1: Crimson slaughter
Hq:
Chaos lord, bike, mon, deamon heart, slaughters horns, sigil of corruption, fist/claw and a gift of mutation.
Typhus
Elite:
2 mutilators, mon ( typhus bodyguards)
Troops:
10 zombies
10 zombies
Fast attack:
5 spawn, mon
Heavy support:
Vindicator, warp flame gargoyles
Cad 2: Chaos space marines
Hq:
Sorcerer, lvl 2, spell familiar, bike, burning brand
Troops:
10 zombies
10 zombies
Fast attack:
3 bikers, 2 plasma
Heavy support:
2 maulerfiends with lasher tendrils
2 obliterators, mon
And here are some pictures from the event:
Tuesday, 29 March 2016
Forge the narrative #11 - The aftermath of the ritual.
The consoles flashing on the bridge gave an eerie glow through the mist that hung in the air. The enormous figure remainder stationary in the throne at the centre of the room.
The bridge doors grinded open, squeling every inch as the doors retracted. As though they had not seen maintenance in millenia.
A morbidly obese figure strode into the room, mortal deck hands convolsing with fits of vomiting at the presence of the figure.
"My lord, the ritual was successful"
The figure did not turn from the chair, or even break his stare from the viewport in front of him.
"The circle remains broken"
"The ritual was successful and you shall have claimed the souls to put you one step closer to your former power. Now they have found us the circle is irrelevant. We should be bolstering our defences!"
"Do not think yourself my commander lord Imhotep, or I shall show you who is your master by force. Even in my weakened state!"
"S.....ssiii.....sssiirr"
Stuttered a deck hand in between wreching.
"Incoming transmition. ......it is heavily encoded....."
"I knew I was not purged from your memory little brother, you are a suprise alpharius. Or are you the other one, I never could tell between you two."
Rasped Anubis, with a faint smirk.
----------------
After the transmission was cut and the exchange was over, anubis turned to Imhotep with a solemn look to the black pools where his eyes once were.
"Call the beast master, as much as I long for this reunion; I never can trust which of thier two faces I'm dealing with. Best to be wary."
"Are you sure M'lord, would it not be better to rely on Montu and his warbands?"
"No, we need the element of suprise. Summon the beast master and alert him of the intended meeting point "
The bridge doors grinded open, squeling every inch as the doors retracted. As though they had not seen maintenance in millenia.
A morbidly obese figure strode into the room, mortal deck hands convolsing with fits of vomiting at the presence of the figure.
"My lord, the ritual was successful"
The figure did not turn from the chair, or even break his stare from the viewport in front of him.
"The circle remains broken"
"The ritual was successful and you shall have claimed the souls to put you one step closer to your former power. Now they have found us the circle is irrelevant. We should be bolstering our defences!"
"Do not think yourself my commander lord Imhotep, or I shall show you who is your master by force. Even in my weakened state!"
"S.....ssiii.....sssiirr"
Stuttered a deck hand in between wreching.
"Incoming transmition. ......it is heavily encoded....."
"I knew I was not purged from your memory little brother, you are a suprise alpharius. Or are you the other one, I never could tell between you two."
Rasped Anubis, with a faint smirk.
----------------
After the transmission was cut and the exchange was over, anubis turned to Imhotep with a solemn look to the black pools where his eyes once were.
"Call the beast master, as much as I long for this reunion; I never can trust which of thier two faces I'm dealing with. Best to be wary."
"Are you sure M'lord, would it not be better to rely on Montu and his warbands?"
"No, we need the element of suprise. Summon the beast master and alert him of the intended meeting point "
Forge the narrative #10 - the council of the watch
The comms servitor crackled "Brother Schnow, Commander Mormont requested your presence the moment you returned"
Ulfgar snarled at the mechanoid, baring his teeth "we were headed to see the impatient old bastard anyway"
+++++
Johanns entered the command centre of the watchtower, Ulfgar as ever just behind him.
Many of the other high ranking brothers of the station were there, he saw the fire obsessed Brother Faust and Brother Shakran amongst them. Brother Commander Ichabud Mormont sat at the head of the table, unusually flanked by two Keepers.
"sit boy!" boomed Mormont, vox-casters amplifying his voice.
One of the others around the table started talking before Johanns had sat, "the intercepted comms from the Sons of Ananata and Blood Angels in the area match our own information. Something odd is afoot in the Anubis sector."
"Ha! You can bloody say that again!" barked Ulfgar from behind Johanns' seat, interrupting the seated kill team leader. "that dead factorum you sent us to investigate was anything but!"
He punctuared his displeasure by slamming the dog shaped helm on the table.
"Schnow, control your mutt"
"he's right Mormont, and that's not all we found." stated Johanns calmly as he motioned the space wolf forwards. Ulfgar took a bag from his waist and emptied it onto the table. It was a decaying severed human head. Mormont raised his face to talk as the head sprung into motion on the table, gnashing its teeth.
Ulfgar slammed a knife through the head, stopping it's movement, as Johanns continued to speak "whoever this ancient power armour belongs to, the dead walk alongside them. Destroying the brain or burning them is the only way to stop them."
The head burst into flames as Brother Faust muttered. He spoke, "this is not the only danger in this sector. The Keepers have turned away a few incursions to the facility side of the Watchtower. I was present during one of these, the armour design has not been seen in millenia; and they bore the symbol of the many headed serpent!"
The shock around the table was audible; the Alpha Legion on the Black Wall watchtower! Their presence had the ability to pit brother against brother in a normal Legion, let alone the patchwork force of the Deathwatch!
Ichabud Mormont solemnly spoke "these reports are dire news indeed brothers. We must find if there is a connection between the treacherous Alphas and these dog headed warriors and their undead. But first, Brother Shakran, summon back every kill team in the vicinity. Brother Altimus, issue summons to any and all chapters in the neighbouring systems calling on their debt to the Watch. Now is the time to boost our numbers. And you, Schnow, request that your 'friend' Inquisitor Morricone return to the Watchtower. Odd as he is, his cavalcade of misfits are staunch allies. A time is coming where we may need to mobilise in force"
Ulfgar snarled at the mechanoid, baring his teeth "we were headed to see the impatient old bastard anyway"
+++++
Johanns entered the command centre of the watchtower, Ulfgar as ever just behind him.
Many of the other high ranking brothers of the station were there, he saw the fire obsessed Brother Faust and Brother Shakran amongst them. Brother Commander Ichabud Mormont sat at the head of the table, unusually flanked by two Keepers.
"sit boy!" boomed Mormont, vox-casters amplifying his voice.
One of the others around the table started talking before Johanns had sat, "the intercepted comms from the Sons of Ananata and Blood Angels in the area match our own information. Something odd is afoot in the Anubis sector."
"Ha! You can bloody say that again!" barked Ulfgar from behind Johanns' seat, interrupting the seated kill team leader. "that dead factorum you sent us to investigate was anything but!"
He punctuared his displeasure by slamming the dog shaped helm on the table.
"Schnow, control your mutt"
"he's right Mormont, and that's not all we found." stated Johanns calmly as he motioned the space wolf forwards. Ulfgar took a bag from his waist and emptied it onto the table. It was a decaying severed human head. Mormont raised his face to talk as the head sprung into motion on the table, gnashing its teeth.
Ulfgar slammed a knife through the head, stopping it's movement, as Johanns continued to speak "whoever this ancient power armour belongs to, the dead walk alongside them. Destroying the brain or burning them is the only way to stop them."
The head burst into flames as Brother Faust muttered. He spoke, "this is not the only danger in this sector. The Keepers have turned away a few incursions to the facility side of the Watchtower. I was present during one of these, the armour design has not been seen in millenia; and they bore the symbol of the many headed serpent!"
The shock around the table was audible; the Alpha Legion on the Black Wall watchtower! Their presence had the ability to pit brother against brother in a normal Legion, let alone the patchwork force of the Deathwatch!
Ichabud Mormont solemnly spoke "these reports are dire news indeed brothers. We must find if there is a connection between the treacherous Alphas and these dog headed warriors and their undead. But first, Brother Shakran, summon back every kill team in the vicinity. Brother Altimus, issue summons to any and all chapters in the neighbouring systems calling on their debt to the Watch. Now is the time to boost our numbers. And you, Schnow, request that your 'friend' Inquisitor Morricone return to the Watchtower. Odd as he is, his cavalcade of misfits are staunch allies. A time is coming where we may need to mobilise in force"
Forge the narrative #9 - Sons of Anubis backstory
Anubis sat meditating in the observation pob above the bridge. Consolidating his thoughts for the meeting coming. He needed to be at his greatest concentration in this plane and the immaterium. His little brothers influence and manipulation is formidable.
His thoughts slowly drifted to what set him this path, once upon a time he was walking in these loyalist shoes. Blindly carrying out the orders of a puppeteer.
----------
Anubis was rumoured to have been one of the greatest minds of the imperium. Some even whispered greater than his creator. This always lead to the creator growing concerned anubis would reveal him for what he truly is.
Anubis always sought the scientific meaning behind his appearance, and his creator would disregard questions of this nature.
So over time his research kept getting closer and closer to the truth, and this concerned the creator.
So anubis and his legion were repremanded, and the matter was thought to be in the past.
He then continued the research down routes and avenues he thought were hidden to the creator.
Thoughout this time anubis was conducting experiments on the dead. Attempting through trial and error to reach a solution. This lead to his legion adopting some questionable methods of warfare.
As he got closer and closer he discovered more about the great beyond. And thus ultimately lead to him striking a bargin with the undying, what he believed to be death itself. This bargin showed anubis the secrets of the primarchs creation. And that the reason for his mutations was that he was a failed attempt at creating a being of both planes, one of his 'father's' failed experiments. The test case that refused to die, but in his creation he contained the source ingredients to allow the creation of more. He was also shown his father's other creations scattered through time and space, and he saw the secrets that were used.
the creator had sensed this intrusion into his memories and this lead to the custodes bringing the legion and anubis to heel. But now anubis knew the truth he did not obey, the legion was purged from record but anubis escaped with some of his legion. The following turmoil lead to the start of old night.
But the creator had always kept one part of the equation to himself.
So anubis spent his time in hiding and working to discover the secrets locked in his father's work that would show him the key to immortality and being one with death.
His thoughts slowly drifted to what set him this path, once upon a time he was walking in these loyalist shoes. Blindly carrying out the orders of a puppeteer.
----------
Anubis was rumoured to have been one of the greatest minds of the imperium. Some even whispered greater than his creator. This always lead to the creator growing concerned anubis would reveal him for what he truly is.
Anubis always sought the scientific meaning behind his appearance, and his creator would disregard questions of this nature.
So over time his research kept getting closer and closer to the truth, and this concerned the creator.
So anubis and his legion were repremanded, and the matter was thought to be in the past.
He then continued the research down routes and avenues he thought were hidden to the creator.
Thoughout this time anubis was conducting experiments on the dead. Attempting through trial and error to reach a solution. This lead to his legion adopting some questionable methods of warfare.
As he got closer and closer he discovered more about the great beyond. And thus ultimately lead to him striking a bargin with the undying, what he believed to be death itself. This bargin showed anubis the secrets of the primarchs creation. And that the reason for his mutations was that he was a failed attempt at creating a being of both planes, one of his 'father's' failed experiments. The test case that refused to die, but in his creation he contained the source ingredients to allow the creation of more. He was also shown his father's other creations scattered through time and space, and he saw the secrets that were used.
the creator had sensed this intrusion into his memories and this lead to the custodes bringing the legion and anubis to heel. But now anubis knew the truth he did not obey, the legion was purged from record but anubis escaped with some of his legion. The following turmoil lead to the start of old night.
But the creator had always kept one part of the equation to himself.
So anubis spent his time in hiding and working to discover the secrets locked in his father's work that would show him the key to immortality and being one with death.
Forge the narrative #8 - attack on the alpha base
Alpha legion:
"Sir, we have just received a cypher from our agent inserted in the Sons of Ananta. Somehow they know of zone desigation 143 230. They are heading there now."
"Hmm, the new bloods ey? Notify the task force that they have company."
"We cant sir. That channel was closed, and can only be opened from their end. They will be surprised. We dont know how the Sons know about the area, we dont even know if they know who they are converging on."
"This is... Inconvenient. Can we mobilize any re-inforcements for them?"
"Maybe a Fire raptor, possibly a squad or 2. Not much."
"See it done. And find out everything we can about this new *chapter*. DO NOT grow complacent about them. They may have a bigger part in this than intended now."
----------
Sons of Ananta - marines:
Acting Chapter-master Reclusiarch Adis Shanga was satisfied. The Hervara information had been accurate, and the scout teams had verified trace emissions to a narrow location effectively, and the initiates had gained experience.
All that was required was a surgical force extraction mission to secure the artefact and the Sons could depart the system with some thing the Hervara Mechanicus coveted very much indeed. He flexed his fist. Perhaps he could lead the force himself. He had not fought an enemy in too long and the idea of smiting the Emperor's foes himself rather than ordering others into combat appealed.
His com bead buzzed.
"Reclusiarch, message received. Imperial priority codes read inquisition level message."
The Chaplain grunted with annoyance. "What now?"
The com-bead buzzed again, and this time it was no chapter serf, but the Master of Signals.
"Brother. The Inquisition are... ordering... us to to another location in the Anubis system."
The Chaplain froze. "Ordering us." His tone was flat, angry.
------------
Adis Shanga stood in the Strategium, balled fists resting on the console in front of him.
"... now Bardas tells me there are two marine forces in the area *we* surveyed." Adis Shanga practically hissed. "That was our data, our expedition."
The tall, rangier Marine sitting with him spoke softly, as always. "No matter, Brother. We do the Emperor's work."
Shanga cut him off. "No, Brother Sargeant. We do the Inquisition's work. They send us away on an errand as though we are servitors, to clear the way for their own purposes. You know the Inquisition can be..."
"Brother! Stop this now." The quiet voice nonetheless cut Shanga off like a sword. The larger man held Shanga's gaze. "You are our chapter master. Our Reclusiarch. These words are unbecoming. We came here for ourselves, to gain more favour from our allies, to gain more equipment."
He held up his enormous hand to forestall any further interruption.
"And this is necessary. I know this. And I know well that those around us are not honourable, that we must gain strength to serve the Emperor."
He stood and gripped Shanga's shoulder gently.
"But now we have an opportunity to fight those who betrayed the God-Emperor himself. Who stood on Terra, defying him. This is the reason we were brought here."
Shanga shook his head as if to shrug off a punch. He smiled briefly, coldly. "You speak wise words, brother. I have become lost in matters of politics, and..." He spat the word, "logistics. The traitors *will* feel the Emperor's vengeance. Since Hervara my Crozius has been idle. I will lead the assault."
He held the other man's steady gaze. "And you, Danarvas? Will you stand with me in this fight?"
A real smile this time. "Always, brother. Always. And when we have punished the traitors..."
The Reclusiarch nodded. "Then we will deal with those who would use us as their playthings."
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Veteran Sargeant Danarvas stood and rolled his neck and shoulders. The carapace shifted and hardened under his skin and the powered servos in his armour whirred and flesed. He whispered his litanies, clenched his fist, felt the armour respond and expanded his mind to fill his suit until they were one. Beside him he looked up at his Centurionwar-suit, tilted at the waist and with the leg clamps and recievers ready. He stepped forward and into it.
Danarvas shut his eyes, while the serfs and servitors roiled around him, at waist height, fitting, tightening, listing the feed-outs. He blocked them out, breathed deeply and concentrated on his new self, armour together with marine, and waited for the Machine spirit of Mitaana. The serfs connected his suit and the simmering bubbling anger enveloped Danarvas’ calm, golden mind. He softly insinuated himself into the war suit’s aura, bringing the servos and pistons and sensors into his orbit, then waited for the formless, undirected spirit to notice his prescence. It did, but too late. He grimaced slightly as the machine roared and charged, but the golden tendrils of his mind held firm and tied the spirit down. Mitaana strained against its bonds, but Danarvas whispered softly… “We are the destroyers. We are the point of the sword, the obliterators. Blood will flow for the Emperor. Ananta. Ananta.”
The warsuit responded, calming and slowing. Danarvas allowed the spirit to flow alongside his own. He coiled his mind and sensed the creature coil with him – ghosting ahead and behind in that deceptive style that allowed the huge suit to move so swiftly. He felt the twinned claws pulsing, allowed the machine spirit to flow to the oversized scythes on his war suits’ fists. The power flowed to their tips. He abruptly bought the machine to heel, activated his vox. “Reclusiarch. Brother Sargeant Danarvas here. Mitaana is ready.”
-----------
Alpha legion:
"Are they coming?"
"Yes brother."
"Good."
This scenario had the sons of Ananta carrying out an attack on an alpha legion outpost. Their objective was to destroy the immobile fire raptor on the table.
"Sir, we have just received a cypher from our agent inserted in the Sons of Ananta. Somehow they know of zone desigation 143 230. They are heading there now."
"Hmm, the new bloods ey? Notify the task force that they have company."
"We cant sir. That channel was closed, and can only be opened from their end. They will be surprised. We dont know how the Sons know about the area, we dont even know if they know who they are converging on."
"This is... Inconvenient. Can we mobilize any re-inforcements for them?"
"Maybe a Fire raptor, possibly a squad or 2. Not much."
"See it done. And find out everything we can about this new *chapter*. DO NOT grow complacent about them. They may have a bigger part in this than intended now."
----------
Sons of Ananta - marines:
Acting Chapter-master Reclusiarch Adis Shanga was satisfied. The Hervara information had been accurate, and the scout teams had verified trace emissions to a narrow location effectively, and the initiates had gained experience.
All that was required was a surgical force extraction mission to secure the artefact and the Sons could depart the system with some thing the Hervara Mechanicus coveted very much indeed. He flexed his fist. Perhaps he could lead the force himself. He had not fought an enemy in too long and the idea of smiting the Emperor's foes himself rather than ordering others into combat appealed.
His com bead buzzed.
"Reclusiarch, message received. Imperial priority codes read inquisition level message."
The Chaplain grunted with annoyance. "What now?"
The com-bead buzzed again, and this time it was no chapter serf, but the Master of Signals.
"Brother. The Inquisition are... ordering... us to to another location in the Anubis system."
The Chaplain froze. "Ordering us." His tone was flat, angry.
------------
Adis Shanga stood in the Strategium, balled fists resting on the console in front of him.
"... now Bardas tells me there are two marine forces in the area *we* surveyed." Adis Shanga practically hissed. "That was our data, our expedition."
The tall, rangier Marine sitting with him spoke softly, as always. "No matter, Brother. We do the Emperor's work."
Shanga cut him off. "No, Brother Sargeant. We do the Inquisition's work. They send us away on an errand as though we are servitors, to clear the way for their own purposes. You know the Inquisition can be..."
"Brother! Stop this now." The quiet voice nonetheless cut Shanga off like a sword. The larger man held Shanga's gaze. "You are our chapter master. Our Reclusiarch. These words are unbecoming. We came here for ourselves, to gain more favour from our allies, to gain more equipment."
He held up his enormous hand to forestall any further interruption.
"And this is necessary. I know this. And I know well that those around us are not honourable, that we must gain strength to serve the Emperor."
He stood and gripped Shanga's shoulder gently.
"But now we have an opportunity to fight those who betrayed the God-Emperor himself. Who stood on Terra, defying him. This is the reason we were brought here."
Shanga shook his head as if to shrug off a punch. He smiled briefly, coldly. "You speak wise words, brother. I have become lost in matters of politics, and..." He spat the word, "logistics. The traitors *will* feel the Emperor's vengeance. Since Hervara my Crozius has been idle. I will lead the assault."
He held the other man's steady gaze. "And you, Danarvas? Will you stand with me in this fight?"
A real smile this time. "Always, brother. Always. And when we have punished the traitors..."
The Reclusiarch nodded. "Then we will deal with those who would use us as their playthings."
---------
Veteran Sargeant Danarvas stood and rolled his neck and shoulders. The carapace shifted and hardened under his skin and the powered servos in his armour whirred and flesed. He whispered his litanies, clenched his fist, felt the armour respond and expanded his mind to fill his suit until they were one. Beside him he looked up at his Centurionwar-suit, tilted at the waist and with the leg clamps and recievers ready. He stepped forward and into it.
Danarvas shut his eyes, while the serfs and servitors roiled around him, at waist height, fitting, tightening, listing the feed-outs. He blocked them out, breathed deeply and concentrated on his new self, armour together with marine, and waited for the Machine spirit of Mitaana. The serfs connected his suit and the simmering bubbling anger enveloped Danarvas’ calm, golden mind. He softly insinuated himself into the war suit’s aura, bringing the servos and pistons and sensors into his orbit, then waited for the formless, undirected spirit to notice his prescence. It did, but too late. He grimaced slightly as the machine roared and charged, but the golden tendrils of his mind held firm and tied the spirit down. Mitaana strained against its bonds, but Danarvas whispered softly… “We are the destroyers. We are the point of the sword, the obliterators. Blood will flow for the Emperor. Ananta. Ananta.”
The warsuit responded, calming and slowing. Danarvas allowed the spirit to flow alongside his own. He coiled his mind and sensed the creature coil with him – ghosting ahead and behind in that deceptive style that allowed the huge suit to move so swiftly. He felt the twinned claws pulsing, allowed the machine spirit to flow to the oversized scythes on his war suits’ fists. The power flowed to their tips. He abruptly bought the machine to heel, activated his vox. “Reclusiarch. Brother Sargeant Danarvas here. Mitaana is ready.”
-----------
Alpha legion:
"Are they coming?"
"Yes brother."
"Good."
This scenario had the sons of Ananta carrying out an attack on an alpha legion outpost. Their objective was to destroy the immobile fire raptor on the table.
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