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Thursday, June 22, 2017

Assassin - Part 13 - Home Coming Circa M.32


"This is a time of celebration." said the old man to the group of small children. They looked at his wrinkled face and laughed at him then ran away. "Children." he muttered to himself.

"They aren't children old man." said a stranger from behind him. The voice startled him for a moment then he turned around from his sitting position. The stranger was a tall slim man garbed in tight black leather with two rows of silver buttons cresting the trench coat. Each button had been fashioned in the shape of the double headed Aquila. The stranger wore a pair of slim mirrored googles hiding his eyes. His hair was shaved down to silvery stubble and a series of deep lines cut into his face framing his slight smile. "But yes you're right today is a celebration that only comes once each millennium to give glory to this temple."

"Who are you?" asked the old man.

"A pilgrim on a long journey, this is the final terminus." He carried a heavy black mesh duffle bag with the chain strap across his broad chest. He drew a lho stick and lit it then handed it to the old man.

"Thanks." said the old man. "That was unexpected." He smiled as he pulled in a deep drag exposing his long crooked teeth. The group of children had returned and they all silently watched them. "If they aren't what you say then what are they?" He blew a ring of smoke that glided slowly towards the children.

"Daemons." said the stranger as he dropped the duffel bag and opened the top of his coat. Rubber pistol grips bulged out from under his arm pits. The children laughed again as they began to morph. Their arms terminated into claws and their skin grew purple. They were only a few feet away then the machine pistols began to fire. Paragon stepped in front of the old man spraying the daemons with a gout of silver coated bullets. Each shot struck one dead between the eyes exploding their brain pans. "Run." he said as he reversed the pistol grips. A pair of fractal edged silver blades ejected from the guns. Springing back with a quick flip the assassin struck out decapitating a the two closest daemons.

Paragon put his back to the wall of the temple to prevent them from surrounding him. The pistols flipped back as he fired them again at point blank range clearing out a tight space between him and the daemons. Their claws snipped at his face as he blocked them away. Their number was rapidly dwindling. Throwing out his elbows bashing their skulls he thrust out breaking through their diminished line. Again he reversed his pistols raking them with the silver daggers. The daemons flinched as the pair of blades cut into them. The last few broke then evaporated leaving only a cloying scent behind in their wake.

"What just happened?" gasped the old man.

"A cleansing." answered Paragon.

Temple Guard had come out surrounding the immediate area.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Poison



Your cruel device,
Your blood like ice
One look could kill,
My pain, your thrill

I wanna love you, but I better not touch
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much
I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison

You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains

Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat

I hear you calling and it's needles and pins
I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't wanna touch you, but you're under my skin
I wanna kiss you, but your lips are venomous poison

You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains
Poison

One look, could kill,
My pain, your thrill

I wanna love you, but I better not touch
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much
I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison

You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains

Poison

I wanna love you, but I better not touch
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, but I wanna too much
I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison

Yeah
Well I don't wanna break these chains

Poison

Running deep inside my veins
Burning deep inside my veins

Poison

I don't wanna break these chains

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Thursday, June 01, 2017

How to Roll More 6+


Is there a way to roll more 6+ fairly ? The answer is yes there is. The answer is counter intuitive to many though... straight (precision) edge dice are considered to roll more consistently compared to rounded edge dice since they don't tumble as much when you roll them but in fact the latter type can actually produce more natural rolls of 6 - here's why.

-STRAIGHT EDGE-

Casinos use straight edge dice because they roll the most consistently... there should be an equal chance any face (1, 2, 3, 4, 5 or 6) will land up as the final result. Of course casinos require that you actually roll the dice and they must hit the back of the craps table... so if you think about it this is not as easy to do on a table top for wargaming. Some people use smaller dice such as Koplow and a dice box but still it's not the same.

-ROUNDED (PRECISION) EDGE-

Rounded edge dice are more economical to produce due to the manufacturing technology since they are tumbled to smooth the edges which in turn rounds them as a result. The end effect is that these dice roll more as opposed to straight edge dice. The more back spin used to roll these dice results in even more rolling. If you look at the asymptotic curve shown above it shows the distribution of the face landing up as more spin is applied. Of course it's not possible to apply an infinite amount of spin but there is the practical end result - the face that lands up tends to be a 6 as more spin is applied to the roll. This is because the face of 1 naturally has more weight (remember that true casino dice apply lacquered pips to even the overall weight on each face).

Is This Technique Paramount to Cheating ?
The answer to this question really depends on who you ask. Some people don't even realize the applied science but just come upon it naturally. It's surely not the same thing as deliberately using weighted dice but then again some will say if it's intentional then it's obviously cheating. So it's okay if someone does it without realizing why but not okay if they do ? If you read the rules for any war game there's really not much detail provided how to actually roll dice. Rounded edge dice are much cheaper to buy too so there's that as well.


Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Assassin - Part 12 - Transformation


McGregor lead the way. They first passed by the remains of the dead Avatar torn apart limb from limb by the Templar. Most of the ship looked intact but there was no eldar anywhere to be seen. The hallway came to an end and split into a junction of three paths. McGregor chose the middle way. Glow globes embedded in the walls lit their way. Quickly the pair made their way forward cautiously moving at half march. McGregor had reactivated both his combi weapon and power fist. A double headed Aquila had been etched into the outer surface of the power fist and one of the heads had been chipped off showing bare adamantium armor underneath the voided symbol. Paragon carried both his needle pistol and power sword at his sides. The assassin had replaced his skull mask with the oblique lenses in place. The body glove still shimmered under the dim light devoid of any Imperial marks or means of identification.

The path finally came to an abrupt end leading into a bridge. The bodies of dead eldar lay about, some still sitting while others were strewn prone across the floor. "The psychic backlash following the destruction of their Infinity Circuit must have been too much for their feeble minds. I felt it too while fighting their daemon. No pity." said McGregor as he flattened an eldar skull with his left boot defiling their dead. "It gave me an edge versus that ancient monstrosity for even it too was momentarily adversely affected."

An alien beacon began to chirp. "The White Scars have made translation into the sector. I reckon they'll begin boarding actions soon enough." said the Perpetual.

"Where's the webway portal?" asked Paragon.

"It is close by but seems to be locked." replied McGregor. "You can see its etheric shrouding over there." He pointed to a dark spot over in a corner of the bridge. "We will just have to make the best of it if we can't access ingress to the portal. I reckon we have no more than 10 minutes before they launch their assault pods. The best course of action is to remain hidden and try to counter board their battle barge.

"I've been thinking about this possibility and our alternatives. As a Perpetual I can transfer this state of being to mortals... a transformation if you will."

Ńü Gręætęr Dæmøńš øf Khœrńę

Sunday, May 28, 2017

RIP Alan Bligh


Safe travels to the other side brother... thank you so much what you did for us. You will be sorely missed.

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Assassin - Part 11 - Genocide


Paragon stared at the smoky remains of the mainframe for a moment as he finished absorbing the last bytes from the new dataset. His mind felt bloated and his vision blurred. Slowly his zealous hatred culled while he rested mentally ingesting the sampled data.

"You have accomplished your goal." came the voice of McGregor from behind. The assassin quickly turned to see the last Templar entering the inner sect. His armor was scorched and cracked in places and he had removed his helm revealing a face that looked as young as his own. A vibrant tattoo of the triple cross was etched into his forehead. His icy blue eyes seemed kind and shown with an inner light.

"You must be wondering what's next and I will tell you." McGregor looked grim as he deactivated his power fist and sealed his combi weapon. "Your name should be etched in stone within the Emperor's throne room in honor of you and what you've accomplished here but unfortunately that is not to be. You are a great weapon, too great to be trusted by the small the minds of those who created you. So... they have sent another company of Imperial Marines to silence you. They are of the Legion known as the White Scars... falsely informed that you are the product of a violent experiment gone wrong in league with a rogue sect of Templars. They will shoot on sight and no questions are to be asked. We cannot bargain with them."

"How do you know this to be?" asked Paragon.

"I am derived from a clandestine species known by a very few as the Perpetuals. Our kind is immortal for I have lived just as long as the holy Emperor." confided McGregor. "You know me by my true name too. Unfortunately those of my kind are often drawn to the dark side because simply absolute power corrupts. I have spent the last millennium of my life as a Templar and was one so very long ago before the coming of the age of technology. We live by a simple code to serve mankind, it is a duty we freely choose. Surround yourself with a beacon of good faith, it will serve you well.

"So to answer your question indirectly I was able to ascertain the true meaning behind your creation, your task and your final culmination. I have access to secrets highly guarded by those who formulated this plan. To you it does not matter how I came to find out but to heed my advice. There is not much time left before the arrival of the White Scars. If you want to survive then follow me." McGregor held out an open gauntlet. "Do I have your trust?"

Paragon looked down upon the open gauntlet. Dried blood and bits of fleshy gore clung to the finger tips. "I trust you." He gripped the gauntlet feeling the crushing power of the servo enhanced grip. Paragon squeezed tightly forming a symbolic bond with the Templar.

"Some where within the confines of this ship is a portal we can access to escape."

Monday, May 22, 2017

Assassin - Part 10 - Children of Asyuran


Paragon slid against the wall and activated his camofield. His eyes were two points of jet black staring into the void ahead. McGregor knelt down taking the last melta bomb and set the timer to a short count then he hurled it around the bend. There came the flash from the explosion and bright light filled the hallway. They heard hard steps clanking against Wraithbone. A tall silhouette appeared framed by the burning air. The gigantic figure carried a spear which it held out menacingly stabbing into the dark ether. McGregor broke into a charge firing his combi weapon at point blank range. The Avatar smashed a closed fist into the Huscarl knocking him into the wall. "Attack!" shouted the last Templar as he righted himself and struck back with his power fist.

The assassin slipped past the tussle unseen entering the final parameter. There before him lay the Infinity Circuit unguarded. "Who approaches?" came a voice of alien tongue. Paragon ignored the question as he approached the waiting console. Quickly he slipped his finger tips into the runic panel. "Shea nudh Asuryanish ereintha Asuryanat!" came the unseen voice again. "May the blessings of Asuryan protect the children of Asuryan from abomination." said Paragon mentally translating the alien phrase. His black body glove shimmered as the nanobytes broke free streaming down his arms racing into the tiny hidden apertures. The panel began to trimmer as the nanobytes sluiced into the circuit. Paragon felt sudden elation as he stood over the circuit bare now that the glove had taken its true form. A symbiotic link grabbed at his mind filling his ears with the tortured screams of thousand souls consumed by the man made virus... soon it would be millions.

Long black tentacles erupted from the mainframe grasping him by the arms. They quickly slid around his forearms cruelly twisting about as the alien suckers bit at his exposed bare flesh. It burned like fire, the pain was intense. He could feel the tentacles drawing him into the living circuit. His bones began to crack from the extreme force exerted upon his arms. Slowly more tentacles unfolded from the mainframe reaching down to grasp at his legs. Paragon went rigid driving the pain from his mind as he continued to listen to the many screams and hopeless wailing emanating from the Infinity Circuit. Some of the voices cried out begging for mercy as they were consumed. "Nil ann ach cleasai, agus tá an iomad measa aige air féin." he said to no one in particular. "It is done now." He could not help but laugh as he continued to listen until there was nothing but utter silence.

His left hand broke free clutching the long hilt of a hidden dagger girded to his chest. Quickly he cut across the thick ropey tentacles grasping his other arm. Poisonous black ichor spilled from the deep wounds filling the air with a putrid toxic miasma. More tentacles erupted from the circuit lashing out at his face. Again he drove the dagger down hard sawing at its monstrous clinging grasp.

The nanobytes returned rushing back out again sated from their immediate task. Slipping through the tight grip of the many tentacles the nanobytes reattached to his body bringing renewed vigor. Paragon felt the energy seeping back into his body as he tore away the last of the long slimy boneless limbs. The mainframe collapsed falling apart in a steaming wreck.

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Nü Marine

Assassin - Part 9 - McGregor


McGregor first thought of Ares as his corporeal form took solid shape within the sole intact eldar vessel. The Librarian had sholed the Templar expedition force into the very heart of the xenos system and delivered them into the living vessel. He looked to his left spying the shimmering young assassin standing beside him. "Here we stand in the center of the canker. Tell me what is your name son ?"

The assassin turned to look upon the Huscarl. "Paragon." His voice was strange yet strong, the syllables flowing smoothly from his hidden tongue. Paragon wore a skull mask with open orbs to show his blazing eyes. McGregor took care not to look him straight in the eyes.

"Every Eldar Craftworld contains an Infinity Circuit, which is essentially the Wraithbone skeleton of the Craftworld itself. Within this matrix, the souls of all the Craftworld's dead reside in a form of group consciousness, providing both a well of psychic power for the ship and a massive ancestral mind to advise and guide the living." replied the Huscarl. "You were created to poison it by the virtue of your very being." McGregor spat black bile acid from his vox grille involuntarily feeling the twisted hate consuming him like a cancer. Arming his combi weapon he looked upon the interior the eldar vessel. "These eldar are a disease that must be curbed once and for all."

Paragon drew his sword and armed his needle pistol. "I have no wish to die. Life is eternal."

"Only so for so very few. You must corrupt their Infinity Circuit." said the last of the Huscarls. "The Infinity Circuit is the closest thing that the eldar have to an afterlife; if their souls are not caught and integrated into it, they will be lost into the warp and devoured by some unknown entity. For this reason alone the eldar will defend their Craftworlds with a fury and tenacity almost unrivaled; they risk losing not only their home but the souls of their ancestors as well. Their seers could sense you from afar and scry your purpose. You must crack the portal onboard this ship, gain entry to their Infinity Circuit and taint it." McGregor smiled briefly behind his black helm.

"Where are they now?" asked Paragon as he primed his needle pistol.

"The battle was fierce. The enemy underestimated our vast numbers and have suffered great losses... and yet they were unable to stop you. They stand on the brink of utter destruction and ruin. My guess is what remains of their fighting forces have dropped back to defend their Infinity Circuit. Surely they held their most mighty warriors in reserve to make a final stand."

"Their Solitaires proved to be unworthy. What else might they still have?"

"Access your data banks and see for yourself." said McGregor. "You have been programmed with superior battle stratagems to counter whatever they have left to throw your way."

There was a moment of silence as the assassin uploaded the proper melee protocols. "I am ready now."

"Good." said the Huscarl. "I will lend you whatever support I can, even if only serving as a momentary distraction at best."

"You fought well within the Imperial barge." Paragon answered as he made his way forward again. They stopped at regular intervals to plant melta bombs at key points. Each bomb was fixed with an automatic timer. The path they followed was dark and empty. It seemed to slowly spiral inwards to the very heart of the xenos ship. Soon they lost track of time but continued ever forward.

"I sense something ahead, just around the next bend." Paragon said.

"Who wants to live forever?" McGregor answered as he activated his power fist.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Nü Marine - What is It ?


The Primaris Space Marine has quickly gained some serious attention. Stats are given below for the first squad to be introduced. The main advantages tactically are 2 wounds per Marine, the extra attack and the Bolter Rifle which has 30" range and is AP -1. Model wise the Nü Marine is true scale (refer to the first figure below).



For now I am ignoring their background - it could be for any reason to introduce the first in a new wave of Space Marine.

The Primaris Space Marine redefines what is a Space Marine at the very core. The new unit is best compared versus the existing tactical squad. The tactical squad has been around for a long long time and is a staple unit for Space Marines. There was a rumor at one time that the tactical squad would be revamped to have 2 attacks base but never came to fruition.

The existing tactical squad is fundamental being very much a jack of all trades but master of none. The Intercessor squad is much the same but much more survivable with the extra wound better able to survive small arms fire and a decent melee unit, closer in relation to Grey Hunters from the Space Wolves due to the extra attack.


I think they will make a big splash and become quite popular for Space Marine players. Some will say this is a bold move but in truth is just what Space Marines need the most providing a more robust trooper. The changes are at the core level and something totally new.

Thursday, May 11, 2017

Assassin - Part 8 - Journey


++ REACTOR CELL DENOTATION 2 MINUTES COUNTING ++

The Vain Glory ever so slowly spiraled out of control in dead space bleeding off massive plasma plumes erupting from the voided core. Some sections of the barge had already broken off from the main hull. All ammunitions were spent, several nova cannons still on automatic bleating off blunt nulled rounds. Many fragmented hulls of eldar ships littered the immediate area surrounding the drifting Imperial barge. Only one eldar ship remained intact circling in steady silence.

Ares lead the last of his company and the assassin through the wreckage towards the bridge. One arm missing he lifted up his stave spreading an ethereal glow to light their path. His face was pale and blooded. Only the Huscarl named McGregor had survived along with Uraxes. The assassin said nothing maintaining a set distance between himself and the last of the Templars. The atmosphere was thin and very cold. Dead bodies from both sides littered everywhere randomly strewn about and in some places built up in high spilling mounds where the fighting had been most intense.

"There is the fluctuating remnant of a webway portal close by." said the Librarian as he came to a stop. He mouthed the words to one of the first spells he had learnt. The thin air began to crackle like static as the warp charge grew. "Go." he said looking towards McGregor. The portal began to open expanding from a pinpoint. "Follow him." Ares said to the assassin.

McGregor looked at the assassin. "You go first. This is your destiny." Suddenly the assassin dove through the portal just as the bulkhead split apart opening up the immediate area to the freezing void of real space. "There is only duty." McGregor said to the dying Ares as he stepped into the webway. Immediately he felt his body begin to sift apart bit by bit down to the molecular level. There was a blinding flash and the sound of a huge explosion then all went pitch black.

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Monday, May 08, 2017

Assassin - Part 7 - Solitaires


The pitched battle was long and hard fought on both sides. Wave after wave of fresh Templars pressed forward joining the fight from hidden corridors. A pair of towering Wraithlords had coalesced via another webway portal fighting back to back in the center of the holding bay. Their shoulder mounted scatter lasers stitched into the Veteran Templars as they pressed forward against the weight of enemy bolter fire. Bits of Wraithbone flacked off leaving rents in the thick bands of psycoplastic armor. The taller construct leveled its wrist mounted flamers scouring an isolated squad of Veterans. Several of the Marines burst into flame, those closest taking the full brunt of the attack. The Sergeant ignited his power fist and vaulting over the gun wall driving the fist like a pneumatic piston smashing into the Wraithlord's exposed torso. As it toppled over the creature caught him squarely with both fists ripping him apart. Blood and guts sprayed across the killing ground coating the walls with slick crimson. And ropey gore. Uraxes met the last Wraithlord charging straight at him. The dreadnaught melee wrecker weapon unfolded like a blossom as the Ancient caught the huge construct by the neck violently severing its head then crumpled before the unrestrained might of the Leviathan. Battle hymns sounded from the vox attached to the top of the dreadnaught playing back old forgotten pieces from the Unification war.

Ares had single handedly dispatched several of the eldar seers swinging his stave with hard sharp strikes cutting through the weakened xenos kineshield. Many of the Huscarls lay dead upon the ground. The leader of the Seer Council had finally made its bloody way to the pod. A pair of shadowy forms on either side attended to him. Both wore the old colors of the eldar Harlequin Solitaire. "Not one but two." said the Farseer speaking to Ares through the warp. "It will die a most unpleasant death."

"You were warned, you fool." Ares mind blasted his message back telecasting an image of the double headed Aquila. The Farseer involuntarily grimaced then blocked the image.

The Harlequins pried at the hatch exerting their all their force. There came the sudden sound of decompression then one by one the bolts shot out releasing the hatch from inside. One of the bolts struck the Farseer square against the forehead instantaneously pulverizing its skull. A sense of dread foreboding split from the dark opening of the pod shrouding it in a midis of gloom.

One of the Solitaires peered inside arming the monofilament weapon bonded to its arm. A bare hand reached out grabbing a horn and twisted. Silvery black nanites quickly flowed along the arm coating it in a tight body glove extending up to the grasping hand. The Solitaire fought back but could not break the assassin's steely grasp. Another hand snaked out from the gloom catching the other horn as well. Emerging from the hatch the assassin twisted his grip violently snapping the Harlequin's neck. The bound Harlequin's body went slack then the assassin ripped its head off from the shoulders whipping the broken vertebrae around like rope before tossing it aside.

The remaining Solitaire immediately attacked. Catching it by the throat as well the assassin hurled the Harlequin against the pod smashing bone. He kicked it hard several times before it could get up then dropped on it driving his elbows into its face. The Harlequin mask ruptured from the force of the blows revealing its bruised face. With his knees pinning either arm the assassin reached down grasping the Solitaire by its neck and began to choke it. Its tongue swoll up sticking out from the gasping mouth. Pressing his thumbs into its eyes the assassin squeezed hard. Tears of blood dripped down the sides of its face as the assassin crushed its eyes.

Rolling away from the prone body of the Harlequin the assassin stood again facing towards the xenos and waited. Slowly the Solitaire lifted itself up to stand as well. One arm hung limp with a piece of broken bone extruding from its skin. It lashed out blindly with its monofilament weapon as the assassin silently circled around maintaining a safe distance.

"Finish it." said Ares.

Friday, May 05, 2017

Grind


In the darkest hole, you'd be well advised
Not to plan my funeral 'fore the body dies, yeah
Come the morning light, it's a see through show
What you may have heard and what you think you know, yeah

Let the sun never blind your eyes
Let me sleep so my teeth won't grind
Hear a sound from a voice inside

Sure to play a part, so you love the game
And in truth your lies become one and same, yeah
I could set you free, rather hear the sound
Of your body breaking as I take you down, yeah

Let the sun never blind your eyes
Let me sleep so my teeth won't grind
Hear a sound from a voice inside

In the darkest hole, you'd be well advised
Not to plan my funeral 'fore the body dies, yeah

Monday, May 01, 2017

Why 6th and 7th edition are EPIC FAIL

think ponder games workshop girl 40k

Black Blow Fly swinging through your neighborhood again... this time around I am here to spread the truth about a game many of us have played and let's be honest there's some hate out there. Yes I'm talking about Warhammer 40k. So let's get down to business.

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Burn




"Don't look don't look" the shadows breathe
Whispering me away from you
"Don't wake at night to watch her sleep
You know that you will always lose
This trembling
Adored
Tousled bird mad girl"
But every night I burn
But every night I call your name
Every night I burn
Every night I fall again
"Oh don't talk of love" the shadows purr
Murmuring me away from you
"Don't talk of worlds that never were
The end is all that's ever true
There's nothing you can ever say
Nothing you can ever do"
Still every night I burn
Every night I scream your name
Every night I burn
Every night the dream's the same
Every night I burn
Waiting for my only friend
Every night I burn
Waiting for the world to end
"Just paint your face" the shadows smile
Slipping me away from you
"Oh it doesn't matter how you hide
Find you if we're wanting to
So slide back down and close your eyes
Sleep a while
You must be tired"
But every night I burn
Every night I call your name
Every night I burn
Every night I fall again
Every night I burn
Scream the animal scream
Every night I burn
Dream the crow black dream

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Assassin - Part 6 - Templars Attack !!!


Warning klaxons erupted within the large holding bay screaming like maddened crowds at a public execution thirsty for brutality. The Librarian Ares flipped a series of glowing red runes on the command console silencing the beacons. "The Vain Glory is surounded on all sides by the xenos fleet. There will be no retreat which was never the Templar way. Prepare for battle." said Ares calmly as he donned his helm, the fitted neck piece sliding seamlessly into the top of tactical dreadnaught armor. The seals whirred in place isolating him from the contained atmosphere of the ship. Breathing in deep the Templar smelled the fresh scrubbed sir stored within his suit of dense armor. His left hand culled into a fist as Ares activated the snub nosed combi melta bolted onto his bulging forearm. Next he drew his force stave from against the wall gripping it tightly in both fists. He silently mouthed the ancient spell igniting the end of the staff which terminated into a sharp piece of molten rock. "While these vile xenos are not from the intended eldar craftworld we must settle for this tainted lot. If divine fortune should look upon us and the Emperor is willing this can serve as a preemptive strike."

A large group of Huscarls wearing terminator armor formed tightly around Ares in a circle of protection. The chieftain was armed with long lightning claws and brandished them striking the tips across each other in a raking motion drawing hot blue sparks. The others were armed with storm shields and thunder hammers. Their livery was bright lemon yellow armor plates and dull black helms, some crested with coarse black bristling horse hair. Rubies were embedded below their eye lenses simulating tear drops.

Teams of tactical veteran Marines broke into groups of combat squads one after another staged behind short armored gun walls for protection. Pointy spikes jutted out from the gun walls offering defense from xenos melee. Uraxes, an ancient Leviathan dreadnaught, was covered in pitch black plate with one pure white Templar cross embossed upon a pauldron jostled towards Ares and his bodyguard of Huscarls. One huge arm terminated into a huge siege drill while the other had a wrecking claw.

"I sense the eldar are drawn to the pod wherein lies Project Ark Angel, sealed in a deep autonomic state. The assassin is to be protected at all times." commanded Ares as he looked over to spy the dark pod. The terminus hatch was bolted shut and the viewing panes had gone deep umber cloaking the assassin within.

Suddenly the air grew turbulent and icy cold. Patches of hoar frost crept up the plasteel walls coating the protruding bolted studs. "Prepare to counter the invasion." Ares said. The confined atmosphere coalesced as a series of shimmering light waves began to take shape dancing across the floor. A small webway portal blossomed open as the Templars watched intently. Eldar Wraithguard began to spill out from the sudden opening, some brandishing axes while others carried long barreled Wraith Cannons. "Release the Phosphex." Ares gave the order. The heinous gas began to flow from nozzles mounted in the ceiling. Every Marine and terminator were wearing their helmets and the veterans all wore suits of hardened armor.

Uraxes crashed into the first group of Wraithguard before they could lift their guns to fire. The claw and drill easily cut through the tall constructs leaving nothing but smeared waste. Another portal opened behind the Ancient. Eldar Guardians armed with fusion guns unleashed a blazing salvo into its back side, however the ceramite plates held firm absorbing the short range attack. The Guardians then began to falter and stumble as the Phosphex ate away their exposed flesh. They could not help but scream in pain as their flesh melted away revealing muscle and bone. Ares watched the pain paint their faces as the Guardians tore off their helmets gulping in the venomous poison. They collapsed into a pool of dark sludge.

Firing their bolters with pinpoint accuracy one Veteran after another took aim targeting the weak points of the Wraithguards' psychoplastic Wraithbone armor. One Templar armed with a heavy bolter fired a salvo point blank into the Spirit Seer exploding its helmet like an over ripened piece of fruit. The Ghost Warriors seemed to stumble for a moment following the death of their mortal leader. The miniature rockets erupted from the Templar bolters struck home blasting apart limb and joints. Uraxes swept into the remainder catching one in its claw crushing the Wraithguard into a pulp.

More portals erupted releasing several waves of Howling Banshees. Their armor was intact upon entry into real space protecting them from the deadly Phosphex gas. Their scream was deafening as they quickly leapt across the holding bay circling around the Librarian and his Huscarls. Ares mouthed a spell drawing upon the warp. Bales of brilliant fire exploded from the tip of his stave momentarily blinding the Banshees. "Templars attack!" shouted the Librarian. The Chieftain was the first to strike shredding the Exarch with a violent twist. His claws elongated piercing through the weak armor plate. The Exarch split apart into many neat segments as the claws split her in twain. Thunder hammers came pummeling down smashing the rest into mush before even one Banshee could strike back.

Bolts of frigid lightning flashed across the holding bay as a group of eldar began to materialize. They were all tall and covered from head to toe in jet black suits of Wraithbone armor that sparkled under the dim light from the glow globes. Their helmets were long and erupted into tall crests studded with gemstones and bits of precious metal. Each Seer carried a staff. Bolters erupted again as they came solid but bounced off an invisible kine shield protecting them from the ranged attack. "I bring a warning." spoke the tallest Seer amplifying his voice via the warp. "The creature you protect will bring ruin to untold numbers if left to live. I can feel its vile life force flowing through the crate." The Farseer pointed his staff towards the pod. "We will dedicate every life from our craftworld if necessary to cancel it here and now. There is no escape for you Monkeigh."

"We will take every eldar life we can." Ares replied as he and his retinue slowly stepped towards the Seer Council. "That which you seek to destroy is incapable of any damage. You are on a fool's errand."

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Milestone reached : )

Thanks to everyone who supports !

Alan seds ...


I think there is a saturation of Alan seds in 30k forums now. So what is an Alan seds:


Definition
When losing an argument in a 30k forum thread make up something Alan Bligh supposedly said and quote it as a fact... Alt truth amirite?!


Here's a quick list of some Alan seds I've seen this week ...

* 30k will not be affected by the new 8th edition rule set.

* 30k will be seriously overhauled by the new 8th edition rule set.

* You can shoot units embarked in transports if they're special.

* You can't shoot special units embarked in transports.

* You can't shoot units embarked in special transports but can shoot special units embarked in special transports because well they are special.

* 30k was specifically designed to play against 40k armies.

* He doesn't like Alpha Legion any more now that Alpharius is clinically dead.

* Destroyers are just fine as is... Moritat just got a new model so quityerbitchn !!



Feel free to add your own in the comments.

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Assassin - Part 6 - Survivor


Corax swept down from the crumbling broken pillar embedding a claw into one of the last of the surviving Iron Warriors. The tips of the claw burst through the dirty power armor impaling the traitor. The middle claw tore into vertebrae severing the stem from the skull socket momentarily ending the abrupt pain. Blood and bile split from the traitor's lip steaming over broken teeth. "I can quickly end the pain if you tell me what I want to know." said the Raven Guard Primarch.

"There's nothing to tell you don't already know..." more blood and clumps of phlegm were coughed up by the prone Iron Warrior splattering his chest plate.

Corax ever so slightly withdrew the tip of the middle claw. The pain came crashing back and it felt staggering. "Wait... " he coughed as his body went into a series of violent spasms. Tears fell from his eyes blurring the traitor's vision. "What is it you want to know?" Corax inserted the tip again.

"There have reports of an Imperial agent acting alone. What can you tell me about it?'

The Iron Warrior felt one of his lungs collapsing and a heart had seized up. He ran his tongue over his broken teeth spitting out the last of the clots so he could breathe. "There was an assassin... " His breathing was extremely shallow now and dark spots began to form before his eyes.

"Go on." said the Primarch through gritted teeth.

"There were several attempts to catch the assassin but they all failed... the last attempt was just over a day ago." One of his eyes had gone blind as he involuntarily shivered impaled upon the long sharp claws. His mouth grew dry. "The assassin put them all to a sword it took from stone."

"Tell me more about the sword." growled Corax.

The traitor could hear the other two protracted claws slowly slicing through his lower body severing tendons and limbs like a pair of surgical drills. His smaller intestines split out like wet rope from a rupture in his broken power armor. "It was a black sword... that's what I was told." He began to spasm again, his body tearing itself apart trapped upon the entwined claws. He felt cold and numb now. "That's all I know."

"Do you feel fear?" Corax asked the dying traitor then he beheaded the Iron Warrior with his other set of matched claws. The skull made a clunking sound as it bounced along the broken flag stone coming to a stop beside the dead body of the other survivor. Corax brought down a boot sole hard crushing the skull into a bloody pulp.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Horus Heresy Campaign Report - Sons of Horus go to Southampton


I traveled over to the UK a couple of weeks ago to play in a Horus Heresy campaign played down in Southampton. I really wanted to see what it's like to play there and it was well worth the time and money to travel back and forth. Everyone was very friendly and I enjoyed every game.

The event was run by Escalation Painting and they did a fantastic job. You received a set of objective cards and a special trait for registering which were mailed to you. The objective cards were you're secondary goals each game and you could use the trait for one unit one turn each game. There were objective cards and traits for both loyalists and traitors which made it even more interesting. Some of the tables also had special missions which kept you on your toes. There were five rounds and the overall goal was for your side (loyalist or traitor) to score the most victory points over the course of the weekend.

I decided to bring my Sons of Horus first company which included the Warmaster himself, Horus. The army uses the Pride of the Legion rite of war and is composed of several Justearin terminator squads mounted in land raiders and a Spartan, some support characters and also special units such as Mortis Contemptor dreadnaughts and a rapier laser destroyer battery to round out my army list. Army lists were 3500 points and there were no restrictions. I saw several super heavies over the course of the weekend and there were plenty of other Primarchs as well.

Every army there was beautiful. The weekend turned out to be more about the narrative and making friends rather than a hard core competitive tournament like we are so used to in the US. This type of format is a lot more appealing for me and I see a lot of hobbyists headed in this direction. There was never any issues about rules or any disputes that I know of so it was pretty much a perfect weekend in many ways. All of the tables were awesome as well with plenty of nice looking terrain.



Game 1 vs. Imperial Fists


My first match was versus Imperial Fists lead by none other than Sigismund for the old school Templar theme. Imperial Fists just happen to be my favorite loyalist Legion and the army I am currently building so I know all their tricks. My opponent had a solid list composed of many tanks including several land raiders Proteus and the dreaded Typhon super heavy siege tank. I hid Horus and his retinue in their Spartan behind a big piece of terrain along with another squad of Justearin in a land raider Phobos along with the laser destroyer battery. The pictures below tell the story of the game... my dice were smoking hot and I was able to quickly pop one enemy tank after another over the course of the game. Sigismund lead a valiant charge versus Horus and company supported by a large squad of Breachers but the first Emperor's Champion was no match for the Warmaster. It was nice to win the first game then it was time for some lunch and cold British beer.





Game 2 vs. Blood Angels


My second match was versus Blood Angels fielding the special rite of war called Day of Revelation. As it turns out Blood Angels are my favorite Legion and I'm also very familiar with their rules as well. This rite of war perfectly suits Blood Angels featuring lots of deep striking assault squads. My opponent's army was beautifully painted with lots of really cool conversions and he ended up winning one of the highly coveted painting awards for his Warlord. This was an absolutely bloody brutal game with lots of melee throughout the course of the game. Horus was up to the challenge issuing a challenge to the non existent Sanguinius, Primarch of the Blood Angels. Many a good Marine died in his place for the Imperium and I ended the game with another win (2-0). This game was one of the special missions and the primary objective was to rescue a Seneschal and his crew so they could be returned to his Knight Titan. The first turn of the game Horus ordered his rapier battery to blow them to dust. One of the TOs asked me why and I said "Horus isn't here to rescue anyone, he's here to kill the enemy." I was awarded with a special objective card for this bit of our narrative.




Game 3 vs. Iron Hands
The final third game of the first day was versus a very tough foot slogging Iron Hands army lead by Ferrus Manus and included three Leviathan dreadnaughts plus a squad of six Castellax from the loyal side of the Mechanicum. I knew this would be a tough match and it was. Some of the Iron Hands characters are battle smiths and can restore lost hull points and even wounds. I lined up on my back line and kept firing lascannons and destroyer lasers into the ever advancing tide. I was really concerned about the Leviathans since they strike at initiative and can quickly mince terminators. I'd strip some hull points then the Iron Hands battle smiths would restore them again and again. I kept the majority of my fire power trained on the dreadnaughts and was finally able to one shot two of them right before they were ready to charge into my battle line. My Mortis Contemptor dreadnaughts were able to strip the last three hull points from the last Leviathan on Overwatch. This game you had to control sections of the battle field and it was looking like I'd lose since my entire army was parked on the back line most of the game. One land raider Phobos transporting a squad of Justearin survived a late game smash attack from the Castellax and managed somehow to make its way to the other side securing a victory the last turn of the game. Horus and his retinue then made short work of the six Castellax finishing them all of on a savage charge from their Spartan to secure the middle of the battle field. Ferrus Manus was very much alone towards the end of the game and another squad of Justearin ripped through a large squad of enemy tactical Marines to secure my side of the battle field. This in turn meant I was 3-0 at the end of the first day.

Game 4 vs. Ultramarines
My first game of the second day was versus Ultramarines lead by a Praetor. The army also had a full squad of Fulmentarus terminators and a Shadowsword super heavy tank. There was also a Siege Breaker tucked away with a quad mortar battery slinging barrages of the deadly Phosphex. You had to deploy in a triangle along a short edge of the table and there was not much terrain in the middle. Luckily I was able to seize the initiative... Horus and his crew surged ahead in their Spartan then flatted out racing straight at the enemy. Sure enough the Shadowsword destroyed the Spartan... the Warmaster and his retinue leapt out from the burning wreck straight ahead again. They were then hit by a Phosphex barrage from the quad mortars but were able to come out largely intact. The next turn Horus split off solo to hunt down the enemy Warlord while his retinue made short work of the Fulmentarus. The Shadowsword then one shot Horus only to be destroyed by my pair of outflanking Mortis Contemptors the following turn. The quad mortars rained Phosphex down upon the large squad of Justearin again but to no avail... they were gutted as well the following turn. It was then a simple matter of chasing down the Ultramarine tactical squads racing forward in their rhinos in a lost attempt to reach my deployment zone. So I was 4-0 going into the final fifth round. I've never lost with this army and wanted to continue the streak.




Game 5 vs. Blood Angels
The last game was versus another Blood Angels force also featuring the Day of Revelations rite of war. This army featured a Warhound Titan that was also destroyed by my outflanking Mortis Contemptors. The ensuing explosion went super critical and the gigantic blast marker just missed Horus and his retinue by less than an inch! The only survivor on the enemy side was a lone Fire Raptor tasked with reporting the battle upon its return to their orbiting battle barge. Power armor seems to be not much of a match versus terminator armor and my second day ended with a perfect 5-0 record versus the loyalists.

Best Units
The Mortis Contemptors and laser destroyer battery always pulled their weight versus enemy super heavies and flyers. Obviously Horus and his posse was my best unit slaying many loyalist enemies over the course of the campaign. I was hoping to see how the Warmaster would have fared versus Leman Russ, Primarch of the Space Wolves but that battle will have to be fought another day. I did happen to see him versus a supped up Magnus the first day... there were lots of amazing battles for everyone there and plenty of other stories to be told.

In conclusion I'd recommend attending a campaign if you're into the Horus Heresy. You won't be disappointed!