Saturday, June 2, 2012

Battle for Ruin GD652

The Word Bearers squad jumped foward, hoping to clear the open ground quickly.  Although obscured by a big hill, the squad expected to bring their flamers onto the ruins in the west and clear out any loyalists hiding there.  Kholack, the Aspiring Champion, raised his power sword and screamed for his warriors to move faster. 

The entire ground shook suddenly, and a loud BOOM followed after.  As the sprinting Chaos marines looked around to see what had caused the noise only a second earlier, they noticed a massive, armored teardrop atop the hill they were rushing towards.  The Drop Pod glowed red-hot from its speedy fall from orbit and rested for only a moment before the massive sides blew down and open.  Word Bearers halted only steps from the lying hatches just in time to see a Dreadnought wade into their number.  The tall iron monster swung its rotating claws as it grabbed the renegades and crushed them.  Kholack ordered the flamers and living members of the squad to unleash their bolters into the behemoth, only to see the bolt-rounds ping off and the flames lick harmlessly over the blocky plates of the Furioso.  Knowing no fear, the squad charged the Dreadnought and attempted to place Krak grenades.  Unfortunately, the squad was completely wiped out as the Dreadnought simply crunched through them all in a fit of righteous rage.

Another squad of Word Bearers watched from their vantage point atop a hill on the western side of the battlefield.  Sensing their brothers' impending doom, they refocussed on any enemy that may close with the ruins.  All around the squad, keen eyes followed carefully-aimed bolters in the hope of catching the enemy by surprise.  This concentration was finally broken by the growling engine of a Destructer.  The tank crested a hill just opposite their own, and the bright red color was unmistakably that of the Blood Angels.  With a Dreadnought and a Predator nearby, the Champion realized that there must be an entire force out there.  Just as the thought came to him, he ordered his unit of Possessed to charge around the hill and get to the ruins as fast as they could.  He ordered his squad's autocannon gunner to blast the Predator and cover his 'gifted' brothers.  As quickly as the daemonically-infested marines dashed across the open ground, the autocannon barked heavy-calibre shells into the front plate of the tank.  As the tank showered sparks across its front, dismissing the heavy fire, it sprayed fire into the Possessed and blew three of them apart.  Before long, the remaining Possessed disappeared into the ruins and the Predator settled atop its hill and took shots of opportunity at the offending Word Bearers. 

While the squad in the east was getting chewed up by the Dreadnought and the squad in the west engaged with the enemy tank, a massive beast of metal and warp clawed towards the ruins in the middle.  Having four piston-driven legs and a turret-mounted weapons buffet, the Defiler was known to strike fear into any enemy.  Taking a moment to survey the battlefield, the daemon inside sensed an Assault Squad flying towards the Word Bearers' battle line.  Unleashing his body's cannon, it screamed gleefully as it watched three of the five marines melted and exploded in the same moment by the gory ordnance.  Feeling confident that he'd caused enough damage, the daemon-engine crawled closer to its original target- the ruins.

Leaping from behind the cover of the massive war machine, a squad of Word Bearers with sprouting wings flew to the walls of the closest fallen building.  They turned the corner just in time to notice the two surviving Blood Angel Assault Marines from the blown-up squad landing nearby.  The odds in their favour, the Raptors charged into combat only to find the skill of the loyalists more than a match for their own.  Fighting frantically, the Raptors killed one of the Blood Angels and lost two of their own.  The Champion, Srekel, still felt victory at hand.  After all, one mewling loyalist against three of his 'gifted' brothers couldn't be a fight.  Luck only lasts so long, after all.  Unfortunately, this truth became all-too-real when a Rhino bearing the bright red and winged-blood drop iconography of the Blood Angels careened in from a distance and disgorged a whole squad right into their combat.  Outnumbered 11-3, Srekel realized he may not survive this fight...

The Possessed, wholly unaware of the Raptors' plight, crawled over bricks and crumble to dig deep into the ruins.  Although only two remained, they were inhabitted by daemonic beings and so were stronger and tougher than normal Marines.  As the Word Bearers hunted, they heard the scream of jump-packs above and saw five of the Blood Angels falling onto their position.  The Possessed leapt into the air and attacked the loyalists even before they had touched the ground.  The hand-to-hand was vicious, and saw the enraged Chaos marines kill four!  The Blood Angel sergeant, however, survived and even 'glowed' somehow.  Filled with a divine power, the sergeant swung his power axe and utterly destroyed the Possessed.  The ruins were held by the Blood Angels now, even if it was a single, blessed sergeant.

Not one to accept defeat so easily, the Word Bearers' lord arrived.  Walking up behind the catatonic Defiler (who was trying to find a way into the ruins and kept slipping back), he used his damon-sight to find the leader of this enemy warband.  Seeing a bright beacon of hope and hate, the Lord beat his massive wings and tracked it.  He landed far from his own army and saw what the Blood Angels called a leader- a golden warrior with massive wings and emanating great power!  Knowing this small victory would lead to a greater one, the Daemon Prince drew his blade high into the air and dived right at his target.  Even as a snarl left his lips, the Prince was surprised with he felt a long blade cut from his corded neck to his gnarled hip.  The lord's body fell to the ground in two pieces, having been chopped cleanly in half before he even saw the Sanguinor move.

The Word Bearers were defeated.  Their Daemon Prince dead, their Possessed and a squad of Marines destroyed, and the Raptors nearly killed, the remaining squad and Defiler took to retreat.  This battle saw the renegades crushed...


My wife and I played against one another in a thousand-point game last week.  She used the Blood Angels and I used the Word Bearers, and she CRUSHED me.  The autocannon could not glance the tank and so is getting replaced by a missle launcher.  The Possessed did okay, but they rolled 'scout' (as they always do for me) so I expected little from them anyway.  Lessons learned:  A Chaos squad with two flamers and a power weapon can't kill a Dreadnought, and a Daemon Prince cannot beat the Sanguinor.  Of course, it helps if you can roll ANY successful invulnerable saves. 


Despite losing (and it wasn't totally on accident), my favorite moment was when the Sanguinor cut my Prince in half.  I charged, she got five attacks, four hits, and four wounds.  Before I even get to swing, I roll four invulnerable checks and fail all of them.  Just like that!  DEAD!  That was epic!!!

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

DOOOOOOOD!

First off, yay for the rumour-mill!  What info is out there to be had can never truly hide...

Okay, so the idea of flyers in 40k has always not sat well with me.  The concept of the ground-based conflicts of these otherwise small-scale formations has always been cool and perfectly fine.  When FW put out the flyer rules of their own, I remember how ridiculous it was to combat them.  In fact, I remember losing Lord Calgar to a Marauder bomber that just happened to be on a strafing run.

But the game has gotten stale.  There's only so many different upgrades you can add to make it an elite, heavily, and fast version of the typical troop and tank every army has.  The power scale has gotten back to second edition days when armies had some ridiculous toys backed up by a couple of doods.  Most importantly, the models have gotten out of this world awesome!  I don't care about all the hatred towards GW, even with my own reasons, because they continually release cooler models that make me want them.  And flyers are cool, in any world.

I am an Ultramarine, through and through.  If ever there's a release for any power-armored force out there, I wondering if my boyz-in-blue get any love.  These new space marine flyers are even painted in my colors!!!  Without further ado, here's the pics...



The idea of a fighter for Space MARINES is one that I'm not sure I could accept.  But these are little more than heavily-built land speeders.  They have cool engines and a wingtail that looks similar to the Stormraven, and tossesin the cool sponsons and turret.  It's a flying Predator tank that fits around a single marine!    This model certainly seems to fit the archetype while still being game-effective. 

And it's painted in my army's colors!!!! 

WIN!

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Host of the Destroyer Hive

It was a great summer.  GW released the Eye of Terror codex and openned the tracker online and the league in-stores.  So much 40k destruction was wrought upon that Jersey mall.  I had the battle of filling some very distinctive hobby shoes- the three former managers were Studio Painters, or in the Promotions Department!  They were real good.  I slapped some paint on this monster for use in our mega-battles and did him in about three hours.  It went well enough, but I certainly wasn't replacing of my predecessors. 


With that being said, this model has stood the test of time.  Although smaller than the newer, plastic Terminator models, Typhus is still awesome enough to stand out and be suitably intimidating.








Notice the blood on the blade?  The Manreaper is ever-hungry...

Master of the Deathwing



It was just a couple weeks before Easter and the Emperor sent me to advanced training known as Immersion Course.  It was a major kick-in-the-teeth to get shop managers into the fast-paced skill of major events planning.  Build a few Battle-Bunker-worthy tables, run activities in the shop every day, promote and run a major month-ending event weekend, and, oh yeah, paint an entirely new army!!!

I chose Deathwing, because I are smart.  I had a sweet Dark Angels army which was going to be given away as a raffle-prize soon thereafter.  Plus, who can really pass up an all-Terminator army?  Not this guy, I can tell you that much.

Because I had so little time and I was separated from my ridiculous amount of bitz for a month, I broke down and just bought the stock Terminator Captain.  This model was great for the years after it was released, but the new plastic Terminators are bigger and better-looking.  But even with the ravages of time, I thought this model made a fine stand-in for Captain Belial.






The coolest part of painting this model was doing the checks on the shoulder pads.  This model's heraldry even brought a gushing compliment from a cool customer that came in for our big weekend.  I was very proud.  Unfortunately, this version of Master Belial is retired from the army, having now been replaced with a sweet conversion.  This one is honored as the one that got me to Easter...