Spawn of the Void – Arriving in Barraman

The following the the pre-game narrative for a campaign entitiled Spawn of the Void.  To read the prologue, click here.

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The Indomitable Zeal translated back to real space with a shudder and a groan.  Sometimes Shamus thought the old cruiser was not going to make it through the harsh contact with real space.  But such doubt was not handled with compassion by Inquisitor Francisco.  Shamus and the other members of the Inquisitors retinue gathered in the ships main holodeck.  It was finally time for the inquisitor to fill them in on just what monstrosity they were facing this time.

Donivan and Arthur joined Shamus at the edge of the table.  He had grown to like the two fools over those long weeks in the warp.  Arthur was a marksmen, which meant he preferred to keep the enemy at a distance.  And Arthur considered most people enemies.  Donivan on the other hand was the group’s expert scout.  A previous life spent stealing and avoiding the Arbites had left Donivan with a skill set that even the fabled Tanith regiment would admire.

As the three were about to get into their usual banter, Inquisitor Francisco entered the deck.  Tapping a few controls on the side of the holo projector, the machine flickered to life.  “This gentlemen, is the Damocles Gulf”.  With a few more adjustments, a little blue indicator popped onto the image.  “And this is our current location” Francisco added.  The image zoomed into to show them the system they emerged into.  “We have exited the warp in the Barraman System.   This system is just on Imperial side of the of the ongoing Damocles Campaign, so we should hopefully avoid any contact with the blasted Tau.”

Another icon popped onto the image, this time in red.  “And that is the Spawn of the Void.  It is currently drifting through the system near Barraman VI.  Our projections put it coming into the gravitational pull of the planet.  This doesn’t pose much risk to the hulk, but it will slow its drift for approximately 12 hours.  That is our chance to safely get on board, reach our objective, and get out.”

Arthur couldn’t bite his tongue any longer, “And just what is our objective Francisco?  Why the hell are we skirting a full scale war with those blasted Tau to try to get onto this bloody hulk?  The damned thing is probably crawling with orks.  This sector is loaded with them.”

Francisco turn his stare to Arthur.  “Because this ‘damned thing’ has the ability to produce a signal that not even the most skill mechanicum adept or astropath can replicate.  Imagine the ability to send messages across the imperium.  Messages that are reliable.  Messages that arrive within hours of transmission, not weeks.  Imagine what we could do with that technology. “

“My previous scans of the hulk located a dozen sources of the signal.  These sources are scattered thought the hulk in large chambers.  We will need to locate these sources and find a way to remove them from the hulk.  Once aboard, we will place these devices into stasis chambers for safe transport away from the system.”

“Sounds like another job for me” Donivan chimed in.  “Shouldn’t be too much trouble.  Those hulks have a similar setup to the under hive I grew up in.  All twisted metal passages.  This should be a walk in the park.”  Everyone at the table glared at Donivan.  The fool probably just killed them all by saying that.

Something seemed off to Shamus.  “What’s the catch Francisco?  You mean to tell me that there is some machine on this hunk of metal that can send signals across whole sectors and we are the only ones smart enough to find it?  You have the devil’s luck Francisco, but even you are not that damned lucky.”

Francisco turned to Shamus, “You’re right.  We aren’t the only ones who have come to wrestle this prize from the grip of the hulk.  We aren’t even the only ones from the Imperium that have come.”  Once again, Francisco adjusted the holo projector.  Symbols began to pop up all over the system.  Symbols representing orks proliferated the screen.  Scattered amongst them were symbols for eldar, tau, necrons, tyranids, and many other imperial forces.

“Why are they all waiting” Donivan asked?

“They are waiting for the same window we are” responded Shamus.  “We are going to have to fight our way to the hulk.  And probably fight our way through it.  Doesn’t make much sense for us to be fighting the other imperial forces though.”

Francisco sighed.  “Some of our brothers seek to destroy these broadcasting devices in their ignorance.  Others, more radical elements, seek to claim them as a personal prize.  Something to use to boost their own success while other parts of the Imperium suffer.  It is our jobs to save them from their selves.  By force, if necessary.”

The Spawn of the Void – Shamus’ Return

The following is the prologue to a one day narrative event.  Multiple armies will be battling it out to try to claim the tightly held prizes from the depths of this space hulk.  Some armies seek to claim these treasures for their own personal gain.  Others have strict orders from their superiors to secure the hulk and await for other forces to arrive to handle the extraction.  Lastly, some more renegade factions seek to destroy the hulk and it’s prizes in an effort to deny their foes from gaining the possibly destructive powers hidden within.  Participants to this event will need to write their own short back story explaining their forces motivation within this event (stories should be loosely based around the previously listed motivations).  The previous saga of Shamus can be found here.

Shamus McCraken stretched his arms and gazed around the smoky crew quarters of the Indomitable Zeal. He had been stuck on this strike cruiser off and on for 3 years now.  After his brush with the Minotaurs and Dark Angels, he didn’t have much of a purpose again. The Minotaurs, after much interrogations, had cleared him of any heresy and left him back at the Imperial staging point on Orvis IV.  He tried to re-unite with his regiment from Verdan III, but was shocked to learn the entire regiment was lost to the ork Waaagh.  He actually got a chuckle when he found his name listed among the dead.

He spent several weeks in the staging area.  Shamus only really had two professions at this point, farmer and solider.  And since Orvis IV was a warzone and not an agri world, he went back to doing the only thing that made sense to him.  So, he started tagging along with other guard squads as they were deployed.  Eventually they all started asking where he came from.  Shamus didn’t want to get into all the business with his old sergeant and the Adeptus Astartes.  He would slip away in the night once the other guardsmen’s curiosity started to get to overwhelming.  But as the campaign inevitably went in the Imperiums favor, there were less and less forces to try to blend in with.

That is when he met Inquisitor Francisco.  He had noticed Francisco around several of the command tents throughout the campaign.  He seemed to get under the skin of the officers, which was just fine by Shamus.  What wasn’t fine was when Shamus noticed that Francisco started to question all the other guardsmen Shamus had been serving with over those few weeks.

Eventually the Inquisitor corned Shamus directly. Shamus had to admit, this man was pretty sharp.  He had already pieces together Shmaus’ involvement with the Minotaurs and his brush with the Dark Angels.  He was primarily interested in Shamus’ old sergeant.  Shamus was reluctant to talk until Francisco offered Shamus something he could not refuse.  Purpose.  Francisco offered to take Shamus with him off this world as part of his retinue in exchange for whatever information Shamus had.

That’s how Shamus ended up here, in the strike cruiser of Inquistor Francisco.  Sometimes he had trouble believing it himself.  He had seen a fair amount of action after joining the Inquisitor.  He had grown a grudging respect for the man and the other members of the retinue he had served with.  He often came out from his quarters in the evening to swap war stories with the other unfortunate souls.

This evening’s discussion was focused on the legend of the Spawn of the Void.  According to Arthur, it is a veritable cornucopia of lost treasures.  Then again Arthur was a former hive ganger, and would tell you he once shook hands with The Emperor if he thought you would believe him.  The pessimist of the group, Donivan, swore he was part of a salvage crew that spotted the infamous hulk once.  When there ship got close, their asupex light up with signatures.  Donivan swore he could hear the orks bellowing before their ship finally aborted their approach to the hulk.

There was one thing that Shamus could say definitively about the Spawn of the Void.  It was somehow able to broadcast a signal.  The Inquisitor apparently once managed to scan the hulk before it fell into the void.  It gave of a unique vox signature and psychic signature.  This signatures were unique in two ways.  They were low intensity, so you had to know what you were looking for if you stood a chance at finding them.  Second, they seemed to be incredibly long ranged, able to be detected from sectors away.  This alone was worth of investigation.

Last month, the Spawn of the Void had fallen out of the void near the Damocles Gulf.  When word reach Inquisitor Francisco, they had re-routed the Indomitable Zeal.  Shamus and the other crew were not able to get much more information out of Francisco about their specific mission goals.  All he knew was this was damned important to the Inquisitor.  Francisco promised that he would give them a detailed mission brief when they arrived in the system.

That never sat well with Shamus. He had learned a few things about Franscico.  One of those things was the more dangerous the mission, the less Francisco would tell them before they deployed.  But there was nothing Shamus could do now but sit back and take a swig of the cheap amesec they had on board.  Just two more months before they were supposed to be in system.

Donivan and Arthur were still going on about the Spawn of the Void.  Shamus was so bored of their story, he finally felt forced to interject something of his own to change the subject.  Grinning and leaning into the table, Shamus said “Enough of this shit about the Spawn of the Void.  Did I ever tell you guys about the time I saw Fransico steal a land raider from the Ultramarines?”

Diving into a New Realm

Howdy everyone, Severus here.  I haven’t done much writing lately because frankly I haven’t done much gaming lately.  I have worked on a few painting projects, mainly getting the Iron Hands Librarius up to speed.  This past weekend though, I finally had a chance to game.  And as fate would have it, I actually gave Age of Sigmar a try this weekend.

This spark for this new venture was two fold.  First, I have a decent size Vampire Counts army, around 200 models painted up.  This poor army has been relegated to collecting dust on a shelf.  There was still stuff I wanted to add to the army (because I love painting them), but had no reason to.  Second, the General’s Handbook came out recently, solving my problem with balanced pick up games.  There had been a growing interest in our gaming group at Moxie Games, so it was time to give it a shot.

I managed to get 3 games in over the weekend.  Two games against ogres and one against stormcast eternals.  I won’t get into the nitty gritty of the games, but I would like to give my overall impression of the rules and the death rules.

The game as a whole seems pretty straight forward.  The turns flow well and the match game missions made for an interesting balance.  I think the 4×4 board for vanguard armies is a little cramped, which hampered my ability to maneuver.  It seems the biggest issue with the rules is interpreting what isn’t said.  Like rolling charge range and then deciding your target.  Combine that with some preconceptions that are a hold over from 40k/8th ed fantasy (like no longer consolidating), and it I spent a fair amount of time looking through those 2 pages of rules.

I enjoyed the games, but I definitely have some adjusting to do.  I was tabled all 3 games.  I don’t think my opponents had unfair lists, or that the points were not balanced. I did not utilize my points well and had a few units that were basically dead weight.  My first game I lost a 30 man blob of zombies after making a foolish charge.  All of my games, I felt I used my heroes very ineffectively.

The death army itself has some big changes that I am not used to.  The theme is still the same, units with poor saves but methods of reviving dead models.  The difference being is that none of the summoning powers actually can add models to exhisting units.  All of the resurrections come from within the units via banners during the hero phase.  Some units have ability to heal wounds through damaging units in combat.

The terrorghest has seen an interesting improvement.  It still has it’s scream that can devastate units with lower bravery (formerly leadership).  But not it is actually pretty good at combat.  With some lucky rolling, it manage to kill the ogre tyrant in one round of fighting.  I used to try to avoid combat at all costs with that thing, but now I might not.

Foot slogging heroes seem like a bad idea.  Heroes cannot hide in units any more, so they have a bigger risk of getting singled out with shooting, arcane bolts, or combat.  The foot sloggers are relatively slow and not that hardy (5 wounds with a 4+ save for the most part).  Heroes on monsters gain a lot of additional wounds and faster movement speeds.  Spamming cheap foot slogging heroes might be another viable tactic.

Screening units and fast moving harassers are also a good choice still.  Cheap units to bubble wrap more elite units help to ensure the elite units only engage in the combats they want.  Fast moving harassers are good at getting around to isolate heroes and engaging with support units to disrupt them.  Dire wolves are great at this.  Zombies are a good cheap screen.

I have started working on rebasing the army.  I know that technically I could leave my army on their square bases, but I like the look of rounds.  Plus I sort of don’t like the scheme I choose for the death army.  I am going with a drab gray theme with snow and maybe a little blood splatter for contrast.

I have also started work on few more painting project.  I have ordered the Skeleton Horde box, I have always wanted Mannfred.  Now I shall have him. I also have a unit of vargheists and a unit of blood knights that I want to work on.

So, I think this a good place to leave things.  I am hoping to get a few more games in next week.  Until next time, this is Severus saying have a good one and take it easy.

The Continued Saga of Shamus – Mysterious Friends

Howdy everyone, Severus here.  I had the chance to play a little bit of a narrative game this past weekend.  A few of the locals at Moxie Games and I got together and play a 1v1v1v1 game using the 40k Carnage Mission rules.  It was meant to be fun, and it was a blast!  We had orks, dark angels, chaos daemons, and white scars (dressed as Minotaurs…) represented on the field.  Since Carnage revolves around capturing a central objective, we decided to use a model to represent a fallen dark angels for the central objective.  In order to properly tell this narrative, I have decided to bring out Shamus.  If you want to see his last exploits, check it out here.

Shamus McCraken had seen a lot in the last 2 years.  He made it off Verdan III, but sadly his family did not.  Without anything holding him there, Shamus had signed up to join the 23rd Verdan Regiment of the Imperial Guard.  Since then he had seen a few wars and learned a lot about the war machine that is the Imperium.  He couldn’t say he liked it, but it kept him going.  And that was all he needed right now.

Shamus was currently deployed to Orvius IV, one of several planets in the system under siege by a mighty ork invasion.  Imperial broadcasts had said that a few infamous orks had been sited, including Ghazzkull Thraka.  Supposedly, the Terror of Armageddon was here with a few of his most trusted lieutenants, and the Dark Angels were here to put an end the beast. Shamus had learned to take Imperial propaganda with a grain of salt.

The first time Shamus had seen these Space Marines, he had been awed by their size and strength. The first time he saw one tear an ork limb from limb, he became a little wary of these warriors of the Emperor.  Word amongst the men was that the Dark Angels had been asking around camp for a dark haired man with a scar over his left eye.  The description sort of fit Shamus’ Sergeant, but he figured it was best to keep his mouth shut.

When Serg caught wind of these rumors, he seemed unsettled.  Shamus didn’t really care, that is until a group of Dark Angels bikes opened fire on his squad during a routine patrol.  For the last two nights the squad had been running and hiding, falling back against an ever increasing number of Dark Angels. Serg had some trick up his sleeve.  Shamus would have stopped to ask how he seemed to know the Dark Angels tactics, but as long as Serg kept him alive, he didn’t much care.

On the dawn of the 3rd day, it was down to just Serg and Shamus.  He had lead them to an burned out city, a previous victim of the rampaging orks.  In the outskirts, was an old rock formation.  Serg seemed to think it had some significant, and quickly scaled it.  Shamus heard him chanting in a language foreign to Shamus.  The words felt harsh and unnerving to Shamus.  Rather than dwell on it, Shamus took the chance to try to catch some rest in the shade of the rock formation.  Serg seemed to have slipped the Dark Angels for now.

The distant roar of engines and the crackle of lighting woke Shamus.  He must have dozed off, damn foolish of him.  He quickly took stock of the situation.  To the south east of him, several Dark Angel squads had formed up in a few of the ruined building and had heavy weapons trained on their position.  To the north west, bronze clad space marines with several ornate dreadnoughts had broken through the cover of the city.

These newcomers proclaimed themselves the Minotaurs and began to broadcast a message on all frequencies.  They demanded that the Dark Angels lay down their weapons by order of the High Lords of Terra.  Serg found this particularly fun; Shamus couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on.  All he knew is that he did not want to be stuck between two angry forces of the Emperor’s finest.  To make the situation worse, Shamus could make out a few of the cobbled together battlewagons favored by the ork elite making a noisy entrance from the south west.

Serg just kept laughing. Shamus figured that the old vet had finally lost it.  As Serg’s laugh grew in strength, a dark storm cloud began to form to the north east.  The maelstrom grew in strength and a size.  Lightning forked down from the clouds and struck the earth.  As the afterimages faded from Shamus’ eyes, he was greeted with an unearthly sight.  Unnatural creatures had appeared in the ruins near the storm.  Many smaller creatures, some with blood red skin and others with putrid green hues.  Serg called to these creatures as if they were allies come to his aid. 

Shamus had enough of the fool’s raving at this point.  With Serg’s attention focused on the daemons, Shamus hoisted his lasgun and started towards his Sergeant.  He brought the butt of the gun down firmly into the back of Serg’s skull, laying him out cold.  He left the motionless body on the damned rock pile.  Shamus didn’t much care if Serg lived or died at this point.  He was going to try to make it through this alive and make it back to his regiment.

With Serg down, the Daemons roared in unison and began tearing across the battlefield in all directions.  A missive red winged beast took to the air and slammed into the Dark Angels lines.  The beast smashed a rhino and scattered the squad from its interior.  The Dark Angels opened fire on the Daemons, their leader bravely charging in against the beast under the cover of his men’s fire.  A stoic Chaplain engaged the winged beast in an attempt to distract it while the rest of the men, under guidance of the Commander, attempted to bring the beast down.  Its otherworldly flesh resisted all but the most determined of their efforts.

The ork battlewagons began to drive towards the rock pile, intent on catching the Dark Angels or the Daemons.  Shamus caught a glimpse of the greenskins riding in the transports, and recognized the biggest ork as Ghazzkull.  As the battlewagons cleared one of the larger standing buildings, the Minotaur’s caught site of them.  The ornate walkers all sported multiple rotary cannons which opened fire in a deafening blast, turning two of the battlewagons into smoking scrap.  Ghazzkull tore his way out of the wreckage with an angry bellow and the mob of boyz gathered around him.  The orks were mad now, and Shamus new better than to get in their way now.  Shamus darted for some ruins south of the rocks.

The daemons grew closer to the unconscious form of Serg.  They had also spotted the Minotaurs after their explosive display of firepower, and a few howling red beast with riders broke off to engage them.  These beast were quickly brought down by the guns of the Minotaur’s.  More daemons piled in around the great winged beast, eager to get to grips with the Dark Angels.  The Chaplain tried to keep the focus of the beast, but with a mighty swing of the beast’s ax, the black armored marine was reduced to a red stain.  The great beast let loose a deep laugh and began to swing at the remaining troops.  The commander bravely stepped forward to intercept the swings of the might ax, and managed to save his men.

While the leaders of the Dark Angels were tied up with the great winged beast, the rest of the Dark Angel forces focused on the Daemons swarming in front of them.  Off to the north east, another bright flash of light was followed by a load crack.  Shamus grabbed his magnoculars and looked to see what new horror had come forth.  To his surprise, he say Dark Angels in thick bone colored armor begin to open fire on the rear ranks of the flickering daemons.  The rest of the Dark Angels opened up on the grotesquely mutated flies that had begun to advance on their lines.  The bulbous winged bugs withered under the hail of fire and began to fall back.

Screaming down near his position, Shamus saw over half a dozen Dark Angels jump from a low flying aircraft.  They seemed to be equipped with flight packs used to slow their assent.  They still landed with a tremendous crash.  As the dust settled, Shamus saw the remaining ork battlewagon careen to a halt near these new arrivals.  The loud guttural laughs of the orks within could barely be heard over the cacophony of their guns opening fire.  In a blaze of bullets, rockets, and energy blasts, the Dark Angel marines that had just landed were gunned down.

Shamus looked to the west and saw a sight of pure fury.  The Great Warboss, Ghazzkull, stood defiantly in front of his ruined transport.  He let out a deep bellow that began to be taken up by all the orks.  Soon the howling hoard of boys rushed towards the Minotaurs, scrambling over the rocks that Shamus had taken shelter at just moments ago.

The Minotaur Commander cried out the order to open fire.  Two of the dreadnoughts and a trio of centurions let loose into the green menace.  The bullets bounced off Ghazzkull, and only seemed to spur on his rage.  His boys that ran behind him were not so lucky.  Some shots missed Ghazzkull, but found their targets in them.  Other shots that glanced off his armor occasionally found a new target in a nearby boy.

The remaining contemptor had been prepared to open fire on the wall of greenskins, but its attention was drawn by an arcing bolt of lightning.  As its view screens cleared, a screaming horde of red skin daemons shimmered into existence.  It let loose with its twin rotary cannons and top mounted missile launchers.  Scattered smoldering flesh surrounded the contemptor, but one lone daemon remained.  The entombed pilot would have grinned as he smashed the remaining daemon under his foot, had he the ability anymore.

Shamus tried to make a break to the south.  There wasn’t any cover near him, and the ork battlewagon was to close enough to make a safe go of it.  Cursing, Shamus checked the charges on his lasgun and hunkered down, hopeful he would continue to go unnoticed.  The unearthly bellows of the winged beast of to the east made him peak out from cover.

The great winged daemon held the broken form of the Dark Angels Commander in its oversized hand.  The remaining Dark angels were being hacked apart by the smaller red skinned daemons.  North, the bone collared terminators found the combined number of three packs of smaller daemons converge on them.  The stubborn fools tried to hold their ground.  Sensing the flow of combat going against, they opened up with their arm mounted flamer.  Using this type of weapon in close quarters was risky, but worth it.  Half a dozen creatures went down in a blaze.

Shamus looked back to the west just in time to see the wave of ork bodies crash into the Minotaur’s Commander and his centurions.  The boys began to swarm over the cumbersome centurions.  Ghazzkull tried to vent his anger on the commander that had robbed him of his battlewagon.  A shimmering energy field absorbed the worst of the damage.  The Commander was a brave fool.  Shamus knew that force field would only hold for so long.

The great winged daemon rounded the corner and began to rampage around the fire base of Dark Angels.  Some of their braver marines charged in to try to fell the beast that had taken down their brave leaders.  The slashed and stabbed at the beast, but failed to strike a lethal blow.  A great sweep if it’s ax felled nearly half a dozen of them.  Sensing the futility of their actions, they broke from the field and fled.

In the midst of the chaos, the last fly daemon began to head towards the downed form of Shamus’ former sergeant.  A group of Dark angels with heavy weapons took aim and unleashed a fusillade into the beast.  It shimmered and convulsed under the punishment.  The creature kept going, desperate to reach the man on the rock formation.  Before it coud reach it target, another volley of fire ripped from the Dark Angels position.  This time, the creature went down for good.

The orks with the large caliber weapons saw their opportunity for glory.  And Shamus never knew an ork that shied away from glory.  They let fire with their mishmash of weapons.  Their eclectic mix of projectiles stuck home against the great wing beast.  The smoking flesh seemed to collapse in on itself, and the beast winked out of reality with an angry bellow.  The orks glory was short lived.

Bright beams of light struck out from the north west.  A landradier rumbled forth from the Minotaur’s lines, opening fire on the lone battlewagon.  The vehicle swerved to avoid fire, but ran right into the field of fires setup by the Minotaur’s contemptors.  It was an excellently organized trap.  The combined fire of the rotary cannons and missiles detonated the wagon in a great fire ball. 

Ghazzkull couldn’t care less for the fate of the flashgitz.  He continued to hammer blows onto the Minotaur commander.  The centurions were dragged down in a wave of boyz.  Bereft of all support, the brave commander was distracted for just long enough.  The shield flicker and Ghazzkull brought his massive claw down around the space marines head.  The hideous sound it made was drown out by the warlord’s bellows.  He was bleeding from many deep wounds, but the ork didn’t seem to notice them.

Ghazzkull ordered his mob forward.  Shamus saw the fatal mistake before the enraged warboss did.  The 3 contemptuous swiveled on their waists and took aim.  In a deafening fusillade, the dreadnoughts began to destroy the horde.  Bloodied and limping, the warlord shambled forward and managed to come to grips with one of the might walkers.  With one mighty blow, the great ork smashed the sarcophagi of the great machine, rendering it useless. 

The remaining 2 contemptor focused all fire on the mob, killing all but the warlord.  Ghazzkull turned to face the other walkers, but was never destined to reach him.  Another blinding blast of light from the ancient landraider felled the great ork with a smoldering hole through his chest.   A beleaguered cheer went up from the Minotaur’s lines.

The contemptors then turned their attention to the goal of this mission.  They mounted the rock formation and began to take aim at the remaining Dark Angels.  They were caught off guard by motion from the wreckage in front of Shamus.  The flashgitz had survived the blast.  After the devastation the orks had wrought on their brethren, the contemptors opened fire on the flashgitz survivors.  The beast didn’t stand a chance.  Shamus would have felt pity, but he had long learned to leave that weakness behind him.

Realizing that they prey was beyond their grasp, the Dark Angels began to fall back with their wounded.  The remaining Minotaurs converged on the rock formation.  Shamus could see the unconscious form of his former Sergeant being dragged from the field.  The remaining daemons also began to flicker out of existence. 

Shamus though on his options.  He could try to slip away in the confusion.  He didn’t know what forces were behind him.  With the hole left in the imperial lines, it could be crawling with orks.  Shamus had no plans on taking on the waagh all by himself.  Seeing as the Minotaurs hadn’t actually fired on him yet, he decided to risk it.

Clambering out of the ruined building, Shamus slowly walked towards the rock formation.  The contemptors trained their guns on him as he came into view.  A marine strolled down from the hill.  His gaze fixed on Shamus, he spoke.  “You have ten seconds to explain your actions soldier, or in the name of the High Lords of Terra, I will gun you down myself.”

Shamus thought for a quick second.  “Pretty sure Serg there isn’t who he say he is.  Beats me why those Dark Angels wanted him.”  Slapping a new energy cell in to his lasgun, Shamus growled “I don’t take kindly to those that try to kill me though.  So if you boys are going after them, count me in”

Iron Hands – The Revival!!!

Howdy everyone, Professor Severus here again.  I picked up a copy of Angels of Death today, and I have to say, it has got the Iron Hands fires stoked again!  I had always had trouble taking my 6th edition Clan Sorrgol force and making it work well in the 7th edition codex.  Fortunately, the Fist of Medusa detachment from Angels of Death opens up a few build options.

The other addition from Angels of Death that really fired me was the new psychic disciplines.  Technomancy.  It is so perfect for Iron Hands.  I never really had an urge to get a librarian until I read those rules.  But an entire discipline about a librarian working with or against machines is to perfect to pass up.

So, I set out to right a goal list.  The list needed to meet the following requirements.  It needs to be built within the new Fist of Medusa detachment.  It needs to incorporate a librarain.  It needs to use the bulk of models I already have, as the rest of my hobby budget is focused towards 30k for the year.  Lastly, I wanted to up the competitiveness of the list.  I want this list to be able to hold it’s own in a tournament.  It doesn’t have to win, just not loose the majority of the games.

So, here is what I came with:

  • Battle Demi-Company
    • Chapter Master
      • Bike, Thunder Hammer, Gorgon’s Chains, Artificer Armor
    • Bike Squad
      • 5 man, 2 grav guns
    • Tactical Squad
      • 10 man, plasma gun, heavy bolter, veteran sgt, melta bomb, rhino
    • Tactical Squad
      • 10 man, plasma gun, heavy bolter, veteran sgt, melta bomb, rhino
    • Tactical Squad
      • 10 man, plasma gun, heavy bolter, veteran sgt, melta bomb, rhino
    • Devestator
      • 5 man, 4 lascannons
    • Contemptor Dread
      • Multimelta
  • Librarius Conclave
    • Librarian
      • lvl2, Divination
    • Librarian
      • lvl2, Terminator Armor, Divination
    • Librarian
      • lvl2, Bike, Mindforge Stave, Technomancy
  • Honoured Ancients
    • Ironclad Dreadnough
      • Drop Pod

The list totals 1850 on the nose. It meets the requirements I set out.  The only models I need to add are the foot librarian, the bike librarian, one ironcald dread, and 2 lascannon marines.  It has more competitive edge with the chapter master on bike and the librarius.  It presents some conversion opportunities through the bike librarian.

Rules wise, this thing gets tons of buffs.  All Iron Hands get +1 feel no pain when within 12 of an independent character and all vehicles gain power of the machine spirit when within 12 of an independent character.  The biker chapter master and librarian should give me some mobility to take advantage of those rules.  I can call a single tactical doctrine thanks to the demi-company.  The troops all get objective secured.  The librarius conclave will hopefully be able to give some nice buffs to the devestators (casting on a 3+), while the biker tried to give +1 toughness to the bikers or mess with near by vehicles.

So, what do you think?  Sound like a decent list to aim for?  I am excited to try it out, but it will probably take a few months to build up to.  In the mean time, I may experiment with a few other lists options that I can build.  They will probably be built using a combined arms detachment.  Until next time, this is Professor Severus saying have a good one and take it easy.

Da Crunch – Ork Perspective Battle Report

Howdy everyone!  Professor Severus here.  It is time to bring you the ork perspective of the big nid fight Shorereaper and I had last week.  In case you missed it you can find his list and deployment here, my list and deployment here, and his perspective on the battle here.  Let’s jump right in!

TURN 1

The setup

The setup

As I stated in the first article, my warboss wanted nothing to do with the swarmlord who happened to be sitting directly across the board from him.  I knew the Ravengers were going to catch up to me sooner or later.  So, I decided to be aggressive. The biker mob moved up to the hill in front of them.  The left flank battlewagon and trukk of boys move towards the center of my lines (they were useless against those carnifexes).  The right flank advanced to try to take on the zoanthropes, with the trukk driving flat out to get right in front of them.  The middle unit of battlewagon and trukk boyz moved up to get ready to engage some of the little bugs or the swarmlord.

I was hopeful that I could do some damage in the shooting phase.  The flashgitz lined up a shot on the biovores, rolled a 1 for the ap value, and let loose with da dakka. They killed one for their efforts. The bike shooting went into thinning out the central unit of hormagaunts.  After that, the orks braced for impact.

On shorereaper’s turn, the nids rolled forward.  He did a bunch of psychic shenanigans and killed the trukk in front of the zoanthropes, dropped the warbosses unit’s WS and BS by 3, and got off feel no pain.  Then the shooting happened.

The crone flamed the left flank battlewagon and trukk roasting a few boys each.  Then the flying hive tyrant popped the left flank trukk.  The boys got out in a terrible position and blocked the battlewagon from brining it’s load to bear.  The biovore toasted the gretching.  And the unit of termaguants on the right flank shot up the boyz infront of the zoanthropes.  The loan boy left promptly broke and fled.

Then the ravengeres charged up the hill into the biker squad.  I was actually okay with this.  The bikers are the only unit I had that could take a charge from those snake nids.  Even with the reduced WS, the nobz won the fight.  The problem was we were now locked in combat within charge range of swarmy.

The Biker Nobz hold on against the Ravengers as the Swarmlord approaches

The Biker Nobz hold on against the Ravengers as the Swarmlord approaches

TURN 2

Turn 2 had one goal.  Get the warboss free of combat.  One dakka jet came in (da red barron), who promptly lined up an attack run on the flying hive tyrant/crone.  The now unsupported right flank battlewagon rolled up and dumped it’s boys out with the hope of charging the zoanthropes.  The center trukk rolled up and dumped it’s boys out to engage the hormagaunts (better to charge than be charged). The center flank battlewagon rolled up and dumped it’s boys out in an attempt to engage the ravengers and shield the warboss.  The trukk boys on the left, now without their beloved trukk, scrambled into the position to get at the ravengers as well. The left flank battlewagon threw it into reverse and started moving towards the center of my lines, around the hill the bike were stuck on.

Shooting phase was critical.  Da red barron lined up his shots on the crone and killed it.  That flamer was going to be a huge problem as all these transports start to unload.  The flash gitz took aim at the flying hive tyrant.  Shorereaper chose to jink, and the flash gitz only landed a wound that he saved.  The jink was all that mattered though.  Otherwise most of the boys ran to get into position.

The assault phase was where the real shennanigans began. The two units of boys (totaling around 25 bodies) charged the ravengers.  They did so in such a manner that would prevent the swarmlord from being able to engage the warbosses unit.  He could only get to the boyz if he charged next turn.  The trukk boyz in the center charged the hormagaunts.  The battlewagon boyz on the right FAILED to charge the zoanthropes.  That left them out in the open between 30 termingaunts with fleshboarers and a exorcine.

After throwing buckets of dice around, the orks beat the hormagaunts, who held. The combined might of the nobz, warboss, and a bucket full of boys killed off the ravengers.  The boy units consolidated towards the nid lines to act as a screen, while the warboss and bikers fell back.

Da Red Barron faces off with the Flyrant after finishing off the Crone

Da Red Barron faces off with the Flyrant after finishing off the Crone

Then Shorereaper struck back.  Nid movement still consisted of a bunch of bodies running at me.  The flyrant came around to try to engage the big blob of boys in swarmy’s way.  The center termingaunts got into position to charge the boyz/hormagaunt fight.  The right flank termingaunts moved up to engage the boyz who failed their zoanthrope charge.

Psychic phase was a bitch. The flyrant got off psychic scream and cleared out some boyz around the swarmlord.  The neurothrope ate a bunch of boyz and then used the warp charges to take out a battlewagon.  Catalyst went off everywhere that mattered. And the warboss had his WS and BS reduced by 1.  Stupid bugs and their stupid mind tricks.

Kilo Nob lives through the self inflicted wounds!

Kilo Nob lives through the self inflicted wounds!

Shooting phase was worse. The PYROVORES actually got into range and roast the left flank trukk squad down to a single 1 wound nob.  The nob proceeded to pull a Kylo Ren, punch himself in the chest and cause 3 wounds and them made three 6+ saves to live.  He was pumped up and ready to go!  More shooting killed off some of the right flank boyz and wiped out the screening boyz in front of swarmy.

Kilo Nob stands alone after the devastation of the pyrovers

Kilo Nob stands alone after the devastation of the pyrovers

Assualt phase wasn’t bad.  The termagaunts in the center charged into the hormagaunt/boyz fight, which ended in the orks favor. The right flank termingaunts charged into the battlewagon boyz, which ended in a draw.

TURN 3

Turn’s three objective was get rid of the flyrant while staying away from swarmy.  Another dakka jet came in, and lined up some shots on the  flyrant. Da red barron moved to engage the exocrine.  The bikes moved back towards my board edge to be in position to shoot/charge the flyrant.  Kylo Nob ran forward with all his rage to engage the malenthrope.  The last battlewagon of boyz unloaded in the center to help with the moshpit that was the boyz/termigaunt/hormaguant melee.

The flahsgitz, bikers, and a dakka jet let loose into the flyrant.  They caused 2 wounds, the flyrant failed his grounding check, and lost a third.  Da red barron chipped a wound of the exorcine.  Other than that, everything was engaged.

Kaptain Waaaa and the biker nobz that were left (two I think) charged into the downed flyrant.  The center unit of battlewagon boyz charged the gaunt/boy melee.  And Kylo Nob charged the Malenthrope.  The center melee ended in the orks favor, but those damned fearless bugs held.  Warboss survived the required Ghazzy challenged, killed the flyrant, but was left with a single wound.  And brave Kylo Nob died to the probing tentacles of the malenthrope.

Kilo Nob seeks to vent his rage on the malenthrope

Kilo Nob seeks to vent his rage on the malenthrope

The nids retaliated with more of the same.  Swarmy and the Carnifexes kept on the move, trying to get into position for charges. I had been using the now empty battlewagons as walls to block Swarmy.  Zoanthropes shot at said battlewagons.  Nothing big happened in combat during Shorereapers turn.  Gaunts and Boyz died, but everyone held.

Trukk Boyz hanging on against the press of nid bodies

Trukk Boyz hanging on against the press of nid bodies

TURN 4

Turn 4 was starting to look grim.  Da orks were going into survival mode.  The warboss and remaining nobz drove for the right flank to get away from Swarmy and maybe free those battlewagon boyz.  Da red barron ran out of airspace, so left the table.  The last dakka jet came on.  Both dakka jets and the flashgitz lined up shots on Swarmy.  It was time to try to take him down.  A few battlewagons moved to make nuisances of themselves.

In the shooting phase, the orks unloaded every bullet they had at Swarmy. I knew I wouldn’t kill him, but I was hoping to get rid of the guard.  We accounted for one guard with all da dakka.  Not what I was hoping for.

In assault, the warboss charged in against the termagaunts on the right flank engaged with the battlewagon boyz.  They killed enough to make a deathwatch marine proud, but still failed to obliterate the unit.  Fortunately, a battlewagon was in position to shield the combat from Swarmy, but Shorereaper had other plans.  The center melee kept on grinding, with the advantage still going to the orks.

Shorereaper retaliated with more nid brutality.  The zoanthropes moved up to engage the warboss in a tarpit tactic.  Swarmy moved to clear out the blocking battlewagon. The carnifexes lumbered around looking bored.  Psychic once again saw catalyst go off, but for once, the warbosses unit did not have their WS or BS reduced.  The battlewagon died to the swarmlord and the zoanthropes/guant/boyz/warboss melee held.  The center ground on, but the was a light at the end o the tunnel, the boyz were almost free.

Battlewagon Boyz have almost finished clearing out the center

Battlewagon Boyz have almost finished clearing out the center

TURN 5

Things were starting to get desperate.  All the dakka jets were on the field, but getting shot angles was becoming increasingly difficult.  The only free ork unit was the flashgitz, who moved back to stay out of carnifex charge range.

Shooting was a scattered mess.  The orks couldn’t concentrate fire on any one target. They took aim at the lone biovore, the pyrovore, and the malenthrope.  The pyrovers lost a model, the biovore was killed, and a few wounds were chipped of the malenthrope.

The warboss fought like an ork possessed in a struggle to break free from the zoanthropes.  The orks were finally running low on battlewagons, and had nothing to block swarmy with.  The center melee finally resolved with 5 boyz and a nob surrounded by a mountain of gaunt corpses.  Unfortunately, they were now staring at two bored carnifexes.

Then it finally happened in Shorereaper’s turn. Swarmy finally got his charge on the warboss.  The carnifexes ran into the boyz in the center.  Due to the Ghazzy rules, Kaptain Waaaa had to accept the Swarmlords Challenge.  Mind you, he has one wound left, a 4+ armor save, feel no pain, and swings at initiative 1.  Oh, and the nids dropped his WS by 3 in the psychic phase.

Swarmy turned the poor Kaptain Waaa into green paste, killed the rest of the nobz, pain boy, and da boyz.  After the feeding frenzy, he consolidate towards the last threat on the table, the flashgitz.  The carnifexes frolicked liked excited puppies and smashed the center boyz.

The zoanthropes sacrifice themselves on the buzzing saw of Kaptain Waaaa to buy the Swarmlord more time

The zoanthropes sacrifice themselves on the buzzing saw of Kaptain Waaaa to buy the Swarmlord more time

TURN 6

Well ladz, things were looking grim.  So what does an ork do?  DAKKA!!!!!!!  Instead of turning tail and running lie some cowardly gitz, the flash gitz sat still to get +1BS.  The other battlewagon moved to block up the carnifexes.  Da dakka jet’s buzzed overhead but still couldn’t get an angle on anything worthwhile.

The final moment of truth. The flashgitz could do some real damage to swarmy.  He was out in the open, down to two guard.  They had +1 BS.  And swarmy for once didn’t have catalyst on.  Then they rolled a 5 for AP.  The volley of fire proceeded to bounce of the carapace of the guard, wounding one.

And that was it.  Swarmy and the carnifexes smashed the battlewagons, leaving the flash gitz on foot. In turn 7 they tried to shoot again, but still failed at doing anything.  Then swarmy killed 5.  After that the game ended.

The Flash Gitz decide that they are not getting paid enough for this nonsense

The Flash Gitz decide that they are not getting paid enough for this nonsense

When we sat down to calculate victory points, the orks wracked up a mighty 11 points.  Unfortunately, the nids devoured a monstrous 19 points.  So the match went to the nids.

And there you have it lads.  Shorereaper both saved Swarmy’s head and crushed the orks mob.  It was a blast, with lots of ork kunnin and nid brutality to keep the game going back and forth.  Until next time this is Severus saying have a good one and take it easy.

The Return of the Horde!

Howdy Everyone!  Professor Severus here.  This past week, Shorereaper made a trip down to the south to fulfill his duties as my groomsmen.  One of those many duties was to haul down his nids so Kaptain Klaw could have one more chance at taking the Swarmlord’s head as a trophy!

03 Red BarronWe worked up our lists before the game.  I really wanted to try out the new decurion style detachment for the orks.  So, I wrote up a list and got the models dug out of the closet.  As a side note, I REALLY need more storage space at my current house.  Here is what I came up with:

Great Waagh!-Band:

  1. Painboy on Warbike
  2. Waaagh!-band
    1. 11 Boyz, Nob with Power Klaw and Bosspole, Trukk
    2. 11 Boyz, Nob with Power Klaw and Bosspole, Trukk
    3. 11 Boyz, Nob with Power Klaw and Bosspole, Trukk
    4. 19 Boyz, Nob with Power Klaw and Bosspole
    5. 19 Boyz, Nob with Power Klaw and Bosspole
    6. 19 Boyz, Nob with Power Klaw and Bosspole
    7. 10 Gretchin, Runtherd
    8. Mek
    9. 6 Nobz on Warbikes
    10. Warboss on Warbike, Power Klaw, Big Bosspole
  3. Dakkajet Skawdron
    1. 3 Dakka Jets with Extra Supa Shoota
  4. Battlewagon with Big Shoota
  5. Battlewagon with Big Shoota
  6. Battlewagon with Big Shoota
  7. 10 Flashgitz with Battlewagon with Big Shoota

Total: 2501pts

As I have stated before, I think the Great Waaagh!-Band detachment has a fundamental flaw.  All the benefits rely on the warboss living, and the warboss must issue and accept challenges.  It really pains me to say this, but unless you are taking Ghazzy, most standard warbosses won’t survive many challenges against combat characters.  The idea with the biker warboss was to keep him mobile and try to keep him alive as long as possible.  If he gets anywhere near the Swarmlord, he is dead. The plan was to try to kill the inevitable tyrant guard with shooting and then swamp ole Swarmy with a ton of boys until he falls under the weight of bodies.  I went with a mounted force to keep thing more mobile and to let me pick my fight easier.  Or at least that was the plan…

Shorereaper and I made our way out to Moxie Games and began the setup.  We agreed on kill points as the mission.  Mainly because when we go orks vs nids, we pretty much focus on killing each other and forget the rest of the objectives.  We set up a table with some nice line of sight blocking terrain, rolled up dawn of war deployment, and got to work.

I had first deployment.  Since I had no idea how Shorereaper would deploy, I went for a balance approach.  I put a battlewagon and a trukk full of boys on each flank and one set in the center.  I put the warbikes and flashgitz near the center as well.  The gretchin hid in a corner.  The idea was that wherever Shorereaper put his scary units (mainly Swarmy and the Ravengers), I could hopefully use my speed to redeploy.

04 Ork DeploymentAfter Shorereaper deployed, I realized I had a problem.  He had Swarmy and the Ravengers (great name for a metal band) directly across from the biker boss, Kaptain Waaaaaaa.  Shorereaper decided to not try to seize.  Pro Tip:  If you opponent doesn’t want to seize, it means he has you right where he wants you.

07 Zoanthropes in the distanceAnd with that, I will leave it here.  This is going to be a multi-part battlereport.  We still have Shorereapers list and deployment to go over.  Then we can get into each of our perspectives on the game itself.  Until next time this is Professor Severus saying have a good one and take it easy.

It’s Finally Happened. GW Returns to the Realm of Social Media

groundhog7Howdy everyone, Professor Severus here.  Today marks a moments occasion.  Games Workshop has finally returned to the realm of social media.  That’s right, like your grandparents, GW finally has a facebook page.  Unlike grandma, it looks like they might know what they are doing.

It popped up on my feed this morning. It is a community page for fans.  Basically the rules are be nice, only talk about 40k on the page, and if you want to post models, make sure they are citadel models.  I say that is fair enough. I mean, it is a page run by GW specifically to talk about 40k.  Doesn’t make a lot of sense to have stuff about other games on there or for other companies to have their models displayed there.

Based on the format of the page, it looks like the same social media team that is running Forgeworlds page.  They are clear upfront that they are not the design team.  Do not ask them rules questions.  So far, it looks like that team has kept the Forgeworld page on message and kept the community well managed.  So there is hope for this new GW page.

Now, this is going to really age me, but screw it.  Once upon a time, GW actually hosted message boards on their website.  At one point, it was a good community to be involved in.  Lots of back and forth from players of all levels as well as moderates and the occasional design team member chiming in.  But over time, the board was overtaken by the negative members of the community.  GW tried to get control of the boards, but eventually gave up and shut the whole thing down.  Since then they have not had many major attempts at social media or interacting with the community.

So, I want everyone to take a moment here and really try to think about this.  GW is trying to connect with the community.  They are like a shy animal finally coming out of it’s home.  If you scare GW with a bunch of negative feedback, they could pull the plug on the whole thing.  I understand that GW has not pleased everyone of it customers over the years.  They are reaching out here and trying to be more involved.  This could be a great thing.

Now, some people will feel they need to express themselves negatively about GW, which is fine.  Just please keep it off of their page.  I don’t want them to shut this down.  I want the chance to interact with them and be a part of this community.  And with that I leave you. I got some orks to show off on the new community page.  Until next time, this is Severus saying have a good one and take it easy.

Commissar’s Grit – No Retreat, No Surrender!

The mighty prize in it's new resting place.

The mighty prize in it’s new resting place.

Howdy everyone, it’s Professor Severus here.  I had the chance to get out of the house this weekend and get away to the FLGS, Moxie Games.  Stephen, one of the active members of the community, decided to organize a bad list tournament.  You can take a look at my past post to see the Tau list I put together for the tournament.

So, as a refresher, the rules of the tournament are as follows.  You write the worst legal list possible using an army of your choice.  You bring those models and that list to the tournament.  When you are paired up with an opponent, you swap armies.  You then have to use the bad list they gave you to beat the bad list you brought.  I have played this format before and it is a blast.  The tournament used malestorm missions 1, 4, and 6 using the standard tactical objective deck.

Round one I paired with an opponent I never had played before, RT.  He brought in a list of Dark Angels.  Standard CAD (none of that new shennanigans they got with their 7th edition update), composed of two tactical squads, a scout squad, a vet squad, a terminator squad, a rhino, a razorback, a predator, a captain, and a chaplain.  The captain was the warlord.  I setup to go first, but that dang Mirrorcodex allowed RT to seize the initiative.

The game started out close, but in the end massed bolter fire and 3+ saves carried the day.  I really felt like space marines could conquer the galaxy after that game (as long as no one shot back).  I focused on keeping the suits with the commander contained.  The suits only use was close combat, so quickly the commander was named Leroy Jenkins.  One of the highlights was the scout squad taking the charge from the mob of suits and holding their own.  Eventually some tactical marines came in and helped break the suits.

Malestorm points really went in my favor.  My opponent didn’t have much luck with cards.  I also focused on taking out his fast moving vespid first to minimize the amount of objectives he could grab.  In then end, the Dark Angels emerged victorious.  I believed I managed to rack up 9 points to RT’s 1.

Getting set up with the Dark Angels.  Not sure why the think a fallen is hiding in the tau, but whatever motivates them was fine by this commissar.

Getting set up with the Dark Angels. Not sure why the think a fallen is hiding in the tau, but whatever motivates them was fine by this commissar.

Round two saw me taking the helm of Khorne Chaos Space Marines against another opponent I had never played, Cathy.  She gave me an army containing 2 units of cultists, 2 units of khorne berzerkers, 2 units of chaos space marines with bolters, a unit of chaos space marines with close combat weapons, a unit of bikers, a dark apostles (as warlord), a chaos lord, and a unit of obliterators.  The biggest weakness in this list was the cultists.  I put the characters in those units to give them fearless.  Then I stuck them on the back field to hold objectives.  I was all prepped to go first, but the dang Mirrorcodex reared it’s ugly head again and I was seized on (both RT and Kathy rolled 5’s).

This was the malestrom mission where you could steal an opponents “score objective x card”.  That forced each player to get aggressive and get on objectives quickly, which played right into Khorne’s battle plan.  The berserkers carried the day.  They took a charge from the suit mob led by Leroy, then proceeded to butcher everything in their path (counter attack, rage, and furious charge is a great combo).  The bolter marines helped clean up a few squads as well.  In the end I had Cathy tabled by turn 4.  11 points to the Professor.  No epic moments in this one, just lots of dead tau and tau allies.  I really felt bad playing that game.  It was becoming clear things were going in chaos’ favor by turn 2 or 3.  I had to keep at it and score points as battle points were used for any tie breakers.  Sorry Cathy.

The Blood God was really disappointed in the offering the drones made.  They had neither blood nor skull for the great lord.

The Blood God was really disappointed in the offering the drones made. They had neither blood nor skull for the great lord.

Finally, onto the last round of the tournament.  I was paired up with Anthony, an opponent I have played before.  He is a frequent player to local tournaments, so he know his way around an army.  He brought me by far my worst list of the day.  It was a Dark Eldar list composed of 2 archons (one acting as warlord), 2 units of wracks, 6 units of wyches, a unit of bloodbrides, an ur-ghul, and 3 units of khymarea.  All on foot.  The tau list definitely had the advantage on maneuverability, durability, and range.  I had second turn, so I set up a bit back to try to mitigate any turn 1 shooting.  Of course when I tried to seize, it didn’t work.

The malestrom mission was deadlock, the mission where your number of cards decrease each turn.  That meant you had to get out onto the field early and start scoring.  My original plan was to hold back with most of the force and wait for army wide feel no pain to kick in on turn 3.  Anthony got a good first hand, so I had to start getting after those points if I wanted to keep up.

I decided to break the army into three waves.  The khymarea were the first, scoring kingslayer, blood and guts, slay the warlord, and scoring objective 5 in the first turn (poor darkstrider never knew what hit him).  The bloodbrides tied up the Leroy mob in the center of the field.  While those units soaked up the firepower in turn 2, the wracks go into position.  They weathered the fire power from turn 3.  Finally in turn 4, most of the wyches were in places to make charges and I started taking down units.  That is really when things started to swing.  The archons were putting down suits and kroot, wyches were chasing around drones and vespid.  All sorts of chaos was breaking loose on the field.  Heck, even the Ur-Ghul scored a few points by sitting on a back field objective.

This game was a close one.  I think I had it on turn 5, but the game went on.  Anthony had a chance to tie it up in turn 6.  In the end, the brave drone unit failed a 4 inch charge into my warlords second unit of wyches (the first were used as fodder to protect him).  This saved me from giving up slay the warlord.  I ended up taking it 15 to 13 I think.  Time expired after that.

And with that, I was the lone commissar left on the battle field.  I went 3-0 and racked up a healthy pile of battle points.  Anthony took second.  Overall, it was a blast.  These types of games always make you stretch your brain tactically to try to figure out a solution to the mission.  Plus with some many ridiculous list in the field, dumb funny things are bound to happen.  Although you could make the argument that I won because I own the most crappy models.  Not going to argue that one.

I really appreciate Stephen for running this tournament.  It was a blast and the chainsword prize was so worth the effort of painting up all those vespid, hounds, drones, and suit. So, what do you guys think?  Anyone ever play in a tournament like this before?  What sort of list would you bring.  Until next time this is Professor Severus saying have a good one and take it easy.

The Great 30k-40k Conspiracy…

Meme

 

Howdy everyone, Profesor Severus here.  I was listening to a podcast last night and I had a sudden epiphany.  I think the guys over at The Southern State of 40k may have stumbled onto a great Games-Workshop conspiracy.  And I am here today to break it down for you.

Over the last year or two, the way we build lists and the rules for 40k have changed a lot.  Crazier combos are starting to be let out in the rules, making balance harder to achieve.  List building is become more and more complex with the composite detachments, formations, and factions.  Even the way the rules are provided for us is becoming more complex as seen in the recent campaign updates to space wolves, tau, astra militara, and ect.  It is a very different looking game compared to what we all knew back in 6th edition.  I am not saying it is good or bad, just different.

Now, rewind in your head to about 3 years ago.  Forgeworld launched their Horus Heresy system.  It was based of 6th edition 40k rules, but it essentially had it’s own force org charts and codexes.  At the time of it’s launch, it played a lot like 40k.  Lists were built relatively the same.  Army rules and unit entries were provided in the same format as 40k for the most part.  Essentially, 30k was a different skin on the 40k rule system.  At the end of the day, you got into Horus Heresy if you liked the fluff or the armies.

Now look at what has happened with the two games over the last few years.  40k has sort of opened up the flood gate with rules, new units, new army construction methods.   Balance is now a thing that can be hard to achieve.  It is quickly becoming a game more about the story and less about balance and competition.  And 30k (aka Horus Heresy) has stayed the same.  It still adheres to strict force org charts, formations haven’t showed up yet, lords of war are limited based on army size, and the rules feel pretty well internally balanced.

This is a complete guess, but what if that was the point.  The game systems were to similar when 30k launched.  Now they have diverged enough to start seeing a real difference.  On paper, it looks like 30k should attract players more concerned with balance and competition.  40k should attract players more interested in narrative and crazy games.  I am not as active in the community as I once was, so I can’t tell you if the player base has shifted to follow those lines yet.

What do you guys think?  Does that theory make sense?  Could GW be intentionally trying to split the player base into a narrative focused group and a balance focused group by making 30k and 40k so different?  Or has the Professor been working around to much super glue fumes lately?  Until next time this is Professor Severus saying have a good one and take it easy.