Thursday, 21 April 2016
3 way game
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)
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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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."
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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.
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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.”
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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."
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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.
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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.”
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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.
Forge the narrative #7 - The Ritual
Sons of Anubis - Chaos
The chapel barge of the high priest Imhotep sat in low orbit above the planet where the break in the circle occurred. Throughout the ship a horrid hum can be heard revirberating down all of the corridors, the kind of noise that would drive a mortal insane. The closer to the deployment hangers the greater the noise grew. Inside the hanger was full of flies, billions and billions of flies turning the chamber into the deepest of night. At the centre of the maelstrom of wings was calm, and sat on the floor, sat is a very loose term for someone of that bulk, with a scythe the height of 5 marines layed out before them; the high priest himself. His eyes shot open and his master communicated straight into his conciousness.
"Imhotep, I know your passion burns true, but be wary my son. I feel the ebbs of the great beyond converging. And I sense that this was no mere accident of lost travellers stumbling upon us."
"I feel it too, but I must collect the souls left down there. If what you say is true master we will need all of the meat sacks we can get. I shall take my toys out for a stroll, we have been cowering in the shadows of the grave for too long. I fear they may turn to dust. Like our little cousins.'
"Be wary, and re-establish the circle.
Till death joins us my son"
"Till death joins us"
And with that the pressure in Imhotep 's head subsided. He grasped his scythe and parted reality with its blade, and stepped in.
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Silence hung in the air over the mega city, on the second planet of the system. Fresh blast craters littered the remnants of the city, and bodies of deaths followers littered all areas of the city. At the centre of the largest crater reality parted and out stepped a hugely bloated figure, swarms of flies followed in his wake. With a sweep of his great scythe he surveyed the carnage that was left of this point in the circle.
As he investigated his surroundings he came across one of his priests surrounded by the corpses of deaths followers. A single bolt hole through the priests head.
But who caused all this and didn't suffer?
As he surveyed the area and saw no source of the violence.
And then he saw something, a chunk of what looked like scrap, but on closer inspection it was the priests staff imbeded inside a hull panel from a vehicle of some kind. With faint flecks of purple and bone colour to the metal.
Imhotep retrieved the staff and knelt, his eyes clenched shut. For what seemed an eternity he stayed there, the only thing breaking the silence was the faint hum of a fly circling.
Then his eyes shot open and the flies radiated out from him to all the bodies in the city. As each fly landed on a corpse and crawled inside it. One by one a blue glow eminated from the eyes of the corpses and they began to rise.
"M'lord, do you require us to send your 'toys'?"
The request rang inside his head.
"No, do not waste the effort, do send down some new toy boxes though. I have aquired some more"
The he looked down and saw fresh bolter shells on the floor.
"So master was right, a convergence is upon us. Death will join us all, golden ones lackies, death will join us all!"
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Imhotep smirked as he observed how much more efficient bodies were when void of life. The ritual was underway and the break in the circle will be sealed again.
"M'lord, we have reports of ships entering the sector"
The helms-mans voice hung in his head as he played with one of his meatbags, he sent the corpse back to the task.
"Is it the cause for this disruption here?"
"No master it appears there are two signatures entering the system from two different trajectories. What action shall we take?"
"Well it appears a convergence is upon us, send down the priesthood and cloak the ship. Take her back to a safe distance I will call upon you when I need you. There is no point displaying all of our cards this early. We must appear as a shambles, and use that to our advantage."
"Your will master, we shall retreat into the moons shadow. Till death joins us."
"Until death joins us helms-man."
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Deathwatch
"kkzzzk... The watchtower.... 20th..... Keepers... Kkkzzzk......" the nav com crackled out again. Something in this Anubis system was interfering with the broadcast. Brother Captain Johanns Schnow uttered a curse under his breath. He hated going planetside without the thorough background.
"once we recover the equipment referred to in the Sons of Ananta's intercepted transmission, we head back to the Watchtower, see what the Keepers are grumbling about now" He stepped away from the marine at the comms bank, and strode to the next room of the transport craft.
"Kill Team Decimus, GEAR UP!" he bellowed to the waiting marines. "there's artefacts down there we need, and we're going against unknown foes; prep for big game! Brother Ulfgar, you have the lead on the assault."
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Blood Angels
Captain Ecanus and Sergeant Ariuk sat looking at the screen in the Land Raider's command panel. It was a tight squeeze, and they were long since past their normal tolerance of being hot and flustered.
"Here we go" whispered Ecanus, as the coordinates they'd been waiting for for hours blinked on the screen. "Time for act..."
"Sir!" Sgt Tabris dashed through the cramped Marines as best he could to get to the Captain, "I've had a new communication from the Land Speeder. They believe we're not the only ones after those relics..."
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Ulfgar scowled, he had been tasked to lead Kill Team Decimus and all their duties seemed to be was escorting a razorback across the deserted surface to the long deserted manufactorum. It seemed the information intercepted from the Sons of Ananata had been useless.
As they drew closer to the drop site, it became clear this long dead factory world had been recently disturbed by a colossal force. Ulfgar activated his vox, "Johanns, its quiet down here, but somethings up. There's something about this place I can't put my finger on. It's almost as if... No! It can't be!"
That was the last of the communication that Johanns heard before the noise within his drop pod became too much. He and his kill team we're altering their drop location to the vicinity of Ulfgar's signal.
They crashed to the earth, expecting xenos hordes and alien assault. Instead, they were greeted by a quiet world, where only a doldrum of chanting could be made out. As the Kill Team rounded the corner, Brother Brutus was suddenly toppled and swarmed by a tide of what appeared to be walking corpses!
Brother Phoenixis roared litanies for the dead as he pulled the releases home on his heavy flamer, burning promethium reducing the living dead to ash.
As the squad rounded the corner, they saw a seemingly unending horde of reanimated bodies, all spilling from the gargantuan might of something the size of a titan, long since corroded.
"More is at work here than we thought Brothers!" roared Johanns, "stand firm!"
Ulfgar's auspex array lit up like night sky, among this wave of walking dead, it seemed that certain ones were bid to carry items of significance. These must be recovered. "Johanns, they've got something arcane. That belongs in the vault!"
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Johanns and the fought on against these cursed walkers. Despite their size, they took an unnatural amount of effort to put down. Bolter shells punched fist sized holes and chainswords chunks away, but the dead kept coming. Something crackled through the vox caster in his helm "others here... Traitors...angels..." the line hissed and went dead. It seemed the brothers tasked as scouts had been slain, he would mourn them later. For now, the walking dead were the priority.
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Ulfgar too heard the broadcast from the scouts. He turned to the brothers he had been tasked to lead, only too see two of them fall to the swing of a crackling scythe. Traitor marines! The corrupt parodies of loyal marines strode through the sea of undead like ships, their leader called Ulfgar out, all while maintaining a steady chant. His power axe crackled as strode toward the abomination.
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After falling back from a break in the waves of the undead, Johanns and the few remaining brothers climbed into the razorback with a few of the cursed artefacts. As the doors were closing up they heard a yell "hold brothers!"
Ulfgar landed next to vehicle, jump pack sputtering "cursed thing seemed to cut out near that sorcery" muscling into the transport as he snarled. "the rest fell to this new evil, but I got this"
The space wolf grinned as he held up a corroded looking power armour helm resembling a dog.
Something about that helm unsettled Johanns...
The chapel barge of the high priest Imhotep sat in low orbit above the planet where the break in the circle occurred. Throughout the ship a horrid hum can be heard revirberating down all of the corridors, the kind of noise that would drive a mortal insane. The closer to the deployment hangers the greater the noise grew. Inside the hanger was full of flies, billions and billions of flies turning the chamber into the deepest of night. At the centre of the maelstrom of wings was calm, and sat on the floor, sat is a very loose term for someone of that bulk, with a scythe the height of 5 marines layed out before them; the high priest himself. His eyes shot open and his master communicated straight into his conciousness.
"Imhotep, I know your passion burns true, but be wary my son. I feel the ebbs of the great beyond converging. And I sense that this was no mere accident of lost travellers stumbling upon us."
"I feel it too, but I must collect the souls left down there. If what you say is true master we will need all of the meat sacks we can get. I shall take my toys out for a stroll, we have been cowering in the shadows of the grave for too long. I fear they may turn to dust. Like our little cousins.'
"Be wary, and re-establish the circle.
Till death joins us my son"
"Till death joins us"
And with that the pressure in Imhotep 's head subsided. He grasped his scythe and parted reality with its blade, and stepped in.
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Silence hung in the air over the mega city, on the second planet of the system. Fresh blast craters littered the remnants of the city, and bodies of deaths followers littered all areas of the city. At the centre of the largest crater reality parted and out stepped a hugely bloated figure, swarms of flies followed in his wake. With a sweep of his great scythe he surveyed the carnage that was left of this point in the circle.
As he investigated his surroundings he came across one of his priests surrounded by the corpses of deaths followers. A single bolt hole through the priests head.
But who caused all this and didn't suffer?
As he surveyed the area and saw no source of the violence.
And then he saw something, a chunk of what looked like scrap, but on closer inspection it was the priests staff imbeded inside a hull panel from a vehicle of some kind. With faint flecks of purple and bone colour to the metal.
Imhotep retrieved the staff and knelt, his eyes clenched shut. For what seemed an eternity he stayed there, the only thing breaking the silence was the faint hum of a fly circling.
Then his eyes shot open and the flies radiated out from him to all the bodies in the city. As each fly landed on a corpse and crawled inside it. One by one a blue glow eminated from the eyes of the corpses and they began to rise.
"M'lord, do you require us to send your 'toys'?"
The request rang inside his head.
"No, do not waste the effort, do send down some new toy boxes though. I have aquired some more"
The he looked down and saw fresh bolter shells on the floor.
"So master was right, a convergence is upon us. Death will join us all, golden ones lackies, death will join us all!"
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Imhotep smirked as he observed how much more efficient bodies were when void of life. The ritual was underway and the break in the circle will be sealed again.
"M'lord, we have reports of ships entering the sector"
The helms-mans voice hung in his head as he played with one of his meatbags, he sent the corpse back to the task.
"Is it the cause for this disruption here?"
"No master it appears there are two signatures entering the system from two different trajectories. What action shall we take?"
"Well it appears a convergence is upon us, send down the priesthood and cloak the ship. Take her back to a safe distance I will call upon you when I need you. There is no point displaying all of our cards this early. We must appear as a shambles, and use that to our advantage."
"Your will master, we shall retreat into the moons shadow. Till death joins us."
"Until death joins us helms-man."
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Deathwatch
"kkzzzk... The watchtower.... 20th..... Keepers... Kkkzzzk......" the nav com crackled out again. Something in this Anubis system was interfering with the broadcast. Brother Captain Johanns Schnow uttered a curse under his breath. He hated going planetside without the thorough background.
"once we recover the equipment referred to in the Sons of Ananta's intercepted transmission, we head back to the Watchtower, see what the Keepers are grumbling about now" He stepped away from the marine at the comms bank, and strode to the next room of the transport craft.
"Kill Team Decimus, GEAR UP!" he bellowed to the waiting marines. "there's artefacts down there we need, and we're going against unknown foes; prep for big game! Brother Ulfgar, you have the lead on the assault."
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Blood Angels
Captain Ecanus and Sergeant Ariuk sat looking at the screen in the Land Raider's command panel. It was a tight squeeze, and they were long since past their normal tolerance of being hot and flustered.
"Here we go" whispered Ecanus, as the coordinates they'd been waiting for for hours blinked on the screen. "Time for act..."
"Sir!" Sgt Tabris dashed through the cramped Marines as best he could to get to the Captain, "I've had a new communication from the Land Speeder. They believe we're not the only ones after those relics..."
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This scenario had the chaos forces deployed in the middle of the table and the marines in each diagonal corner. The objective for the chaos was to get zombie units from one point to another, and any unit of zombies destroyed went into on going reserves. The aim for the marine players was to kill the champions of the zombie units to score points. And each time they killed a zombie champion a relic would be dropped and for each of these they held at the end of the game they scored points too.
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Deathwatch:
Ulfgar scowled, he had been tasked to lead Kill Team Decimus and all their duties seemed to be was escorting a razorback across the deserted surface to the long deserted manufactorum. It seemed the information intercepted from the Sons of Ananata had been useless.
As they drew closer to the drop site, it became clear this long dead factory world had been recently disturbed by a colossal force. Ulfgar activated his vox, "Johanns, its quiet down here, but somethings up. There's something about this place I can't put my finger on. It's almost as if... No! It can't be!"
That was the last of the communication that Johanns heard before the noise within his drop pod became too much. He and his kill team we're altering their drop location to the vicinity of Ulfgar's signal.
They crashed to the earth, expecting xenos hordes and alien assault. Instead, they were greeted by a quiet world, where only a doldrum of chanting could be made out. As the Kill Team rounded the corner, Brother Brutus was suddenly toppled and swarmed by a tide of what appeared to be walking corpses!
Brother Phoenixis roared litanies for the dead as he pulled the releases home on his heavy flamer, burning promethium reducing the living dead to ash.
As the squad rounded the corner, they saw a seemingly unending horde of reanimated bodies, all spilling from the gargantuan might of something the size of a titan, long since corroded.
"More is at work here than we thought Brothers!" roared Johanns, "stand firm!"
Ulfgar's auspex array lit up like night sky, among this wave of walking dead, it seemed that certain ones were bid to carry items of significance. These must be recovered. "Johanns, they've got something arcane. That belongs in the vault!"
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Johanns and the fought on against these cursed walkers. Despite their size, they took an unnatural amount of effort to put down. Bolter shells punched fist sized holes and chainswords chunks away, but the dead kept coming. Something crackled through the vox caster in his helm "others here... Traitors...angels..." the line hissed and went dead. It seemed the brothers tasked as scouts had been slain, he would mourn them later. For now, the walking dead were the priority.
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Ulfgar too heard the broadcast from the scouts. He turned to the brothers he had been tasked to lead, only too see two of them fall to the swing of a crackling scythe. Traitor marines! The corrupt parodies of loyal marines strode through the sea of undead like ships, their leader called Ulfgar out, all while maintaining a steady chant. His power axe crackled as strode toward the abomination.
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After falling back from a break in the waves of the undead, Johanns and the few remaining brothers climbed into the razorback with a few of the cursed artefacts. As the doors were closing up they heard a yell "hold brothers!"
Ulfgar landed next to vehicle, jump pack sputtering "cursed thing seemed to cut out near that sorcery" muscling into the transport as he snarled. "the rest fell to this new evil, but I got this"
The space wolf grinned as he held up a corroded looking power armour helm resembling a dog.
Something about that helm unsettled Johanns...
Thursday, 24 March 2016
Forge the narrative #6 Blood Angels - The Shattered Command
Captain Marcus Trabulus looked grimly up from the control panel.
"It's been a long time since I've been this worried about how to keep our forces together, Tyrhin. Dante keeps sending us conflicting messages. Be ready to defend with all the assault capabilities we have, he says. Then, the next second, he brings me this nonsense".
Attempting to stymie his superior's renowned temper, Chaplain Tyrhin Pardonless used his calmest, most measured tones.
"Sir, my Captain, I believe we can make good use of these men and these vehicles. We haven't seen any actual physical combat in a number of years, yet these machines have constantly in the throng of war. Now that we face greater threats than previously, I believe that Dante is right to send more reinforcements our way. As for his orders, I believe he means we should do both – make the most of what we have, and your incredible control over our troops, and also make the most of what he has given to us. Surely, with both elements together, we will be unstoppable".
"I can't believe you're taking his side, Tyrhin. For year after year we've trained our Marines to be the best there is, and the number of elite troops I've sent to fight for Dante, I'd expect more in return. I mean, what good are a load of Land Speeders and a few tanks to me? I barely even know what they are capable of. I'm not the right man..."
Interrupting, despite knowing what a bad idea it was, Tyrhin raised his voice and wished to give his Captain some tough love.
"But YOU are Captain Marcus Trabulus. It is YOU who Dante must rely on for supply of fully-trained, elite troops to fill his ranks. You have never let him down, and you will not now. You have not commanded a real battle in too long, and yet I do not worry that you are the man for the job at this time, in this location. We NEED you - Dante needs you, everybody needs you, and you are more than capable. You know exactly how to handle our troops, and as for these machines and these men of green armour, you are worrying too much..."
"But I do not know these..."
"...you are overly anxious because you have had it too easy for too long. All has been quiet around here for years, which is why you've been in charge of training rather than fighting. The enemy now knows this full well. We don't know how they know it, but they do. You need to adapt to the truth..."
"The truth is that this is not the kind of army I have commanded before..."
"...but everyone knows you can adapt. Dante knows it. Otherwise, why would he put you in charge?"
"Because he's too busy dealing with the Black Rage. He works based on hope rather than confidence."
"Maybe, but..."
Another voice came from the back of the control room:
"Sir, we are scheduled for morning training in five minutes."
Chaplain Tyrhin turned to meet the young Marine at the door, and suddenly switched his tact to an abrupt tone.
"We will be with you shortly. We have important business here, and..."
As the Chaplain began his protestation, his Captain began heavily wheezing.
"Tyr...Tyr...Tyr..."
"MY CAPTAIN, WHAT IS THIS?"
The Captain fell against a control desk, wheezing and unable to speak fluently.
"Prepare...the...la"
Thud. It was over in a matter of three seconds. His corpse hit the floor before Chaplain Tyrhin could even hold him.
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Angry and impetuous, Chaplain Tyrhin Pardonless was stomping across the floor of the control room, seeking counsel from Veteran Sergeant Eumetios Ariuk and Veteran Sergeant Abractus Tabris.
"The green machines are useless. They will never be ready in time! I can't believe the situation we're in, and it's Dante's fault. He knew they were already well-beaten, and would take further knocks in transit! Some of them are even rusting! Useless, all of them!"
"But, Sir" Sgt. Ariuk ventured, "we have many good men; many good weapons. We'll be fine. It's just a few artifacts. We'll fire up the Land Raider and we can be there in no ti..."
"That's not the point, and you know it" retorted his angry superior. Taking a deep breath, he continued: "We have become a recycling plant for Dante. This is frustrating,and now the one man capable of controlling our forces is lost to...some...some...bloody black magic of some kind"
"A question, Sir, and please take this in the right way..." Ariuk's extreme tact was obvious. "Is his sudden demise anything related to... you know... the Rage?"
"That would be too obscure an explanation. Absolutely, categorically not, according to our medics. They absolutely cannot fathom what happened to him. The only thing that is certain is that there was a large obstruction that presumably suddenly appeared. Something got in there and basically exploded his breathing system. It's disgusting, and it's never been seen before. There is something dark at work".
"Our best man" Sgt. Tabris bowed his head and solemnly declared.
"Yes indeed, a great man, but not our only hope." Sgt. Ariuk seemed more optimistic in tone and in body language at this stage than either of his two colleagues.
Breaking out of his depression suddenly, the Chaplain seemed to fire up. "Now is not the time. I need solutions to this problem. If I'm to assume control of Command Port B213 788, then I want us to prioritise two things at this time: number one, we get those DAMN green things to work. See to it that we get them cleaned, get them serviced and ready for action. Speak to Avurnon Verchiel in the Tech Bay, and tell him he's got one week until we need those things working for us, not looking like a joke sad enough for our Dear Sanguinius to shed a tear in his grave... Number two, this message we've intercepted, our experts have been working all of yesterday, all night and all of today, and have managed to work out the believed location of the artifacts." Pulling up a digital map on the screen behind him, he pointed and traced for the Sergeants' benefit. "Here is where we believe they've landed, and here is the route that we have worked out to be the most tactful. "
"You say "they". Who are "they", exactly?" Quizzed Ariuk.
The Chaplain's response was confident and almost arrogant in tone, possibly designed to boost the confidence of his trusted squad leaders. "Hmm, maybe more like "what" than "whom". The communication suggested things that may or may not be alive. Almost certainly an easy mission, boys. It'll just be you and a few of them, and we're guessing they won't have much in the way of weaponry, based on our monitoring of the area in recent times. There's no way a horde or even a force of any magnitude could have amassed. Certainly nothing to truly trouble us."
Buying into the Chaplain's confidence, Sgt. Ariuk beamed: "Haha, we'll burn them alive, me and my boys! Abractus, you and your boys can take out any heavily-armoured targets?"
Sgt. Tabris smiled: "I got the new shooter this week, my friend. Verchiel did a wonderful job, I'm looking forward to using it. The others will be ready to melt some metal. It's been too long, and that was only target practice!"
"To conclude matters, gentlemen". Tyrhin broke the sudden jovial air with a lowered voice and a firm look at his charges. "I won't have you do this alone. Calditor Ecanus will lead the mission. He'll be perfectly-suited to taking out a load of useless scum, and his Cursewind of Baal will be useful if there are more of them than we think likely. I'll also send a single Speeder with
Forge the narrative #5 - assault on the watchtower
Brother Shrakan hammered the warning panel. There was no way anyone could have got past the static field or the Keepers. Even the inquisition could not freely pass into the "facility" region of the watchtower.
But no, Venerable Brother Semnai had been awoken. The cursed brother sent from the Lamenters had believed he had been raised to a keeper's rank, when on truth; the dreadnought hull that bound him was in itself an artefact of great reknown.
There were intruders in the containment facility. Reviewing a more detailed scan, it seemed they bore the colours of a primarch from aeons long since passed. The Alpha Legion! Their existence to this day had been deemed a myth, but yet here they were. Making off with xeno-tech relics. Shakran slammed his fist against the console, "Brother Faust, head to sector QH-17, it seems we have an intruder. Semnai has awakened, amd the Keepers in the vicinity should be adequate"
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"It is done brother, the Deathwatch are now a little bit more *interested*."
"Good, another piece on the board, The watchers will be a great asset in the upcoming engagement."
"Indeed they shall. Hydra dominatus"
"Hydra dominatus"
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But no, Venerable Brother Semnai had been awoken. The cursed brother sent from the Lamenters had believed he had been raised to a keeper's rank, when on truth; the dreadnought hull that bound him was in itself an artefact of great reknown.
There were intruders in the containment facility. Reviewing a more detailed scan, it seemed they bore the colours of a primarch from aeons long since passed. The Alpha Legion! Their existence to this day had been deemed a myth, but yet here they were. Making off with xeno-tech relics. Shakran slammed his fist against the console, "Brother Faust, head to sector QH-17, it seems we have an intruder. Semnai has awakened, amd the Keepers in the vicinity should be adequate"
This scenario was the alphas attacking the vaults in the Deathwatch watchtower.
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"It is done brother, the Deathwatch are now a little bit more *interested*."
"Good, another piece on the board, The watchers will be a great asset in the upcoming engagement."
"Indeed they shall. Hydra dominatus"
"Hydra dominatus"
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