Blitzog Krumps a Shadowsword

"Waaagh!!!!"

Blitzog was driven into a frenzy as his band of gitz was driven to a fanatical rampage. Charging through the ruins of Hamilcar, they smashed into the Imperial Guard lines, hacking and chopping at the beleaguered guardsmen with impunity. Blitzog himself led the charge, bellowing in fury as he swung his power axe and cleaved the humie commander in half.

The rest of the Guardsmen were routed before they could so much as raise a bayonet, chopped to bits bu the berserk greenskins. Dripping in blood and viscera Blitzog raised his axe high and yelled in triumph.

"Get yer head down, boss!"

One of the greenskins hollered, ducking as plasma blasts streaked overhead. One of the scrapjets vanished in an explosion, caught in the incadescent fury of a volcano cannon. Ikeda's Shadowsword, Tenken, lumbered forward, its sponson lascannons and twin heavy bolters chattering. A bombblaster fell apart, unable to withstand the barrage, but its comrade pulled back after having recklessly charged a now smoking Leman Russ tank.

Mizuno's Taiyou didn't bother firing, having reversed in order to allow his commander a clear shot. On the other side, the Armored Sentinel squadron led by Ueda smashed into the Orks' ranks, scything them down with buzzing chainsaws.

"Fall back!" Blitzog barked. One of his Boyz looked up, stupefied.

"But, boss! We iz not runnin' away from a good krumpin'!"

"Shut up, ya git! Who's da boss here? Ya or me?"

"Sorry, boss..."

Knowing that their warboss had the kunnin' of Mork, the chastened Boyz fell back from the vengeful Sentinels having lost more to the vengeful Sentinels. Fortunately, the bomber jet swooped in as reinforcements and fragged the Sentinels with a bunch of explosives, blowing the bipedal walkers open.

Not to be outdone, Tenken crushed the remaining bombblaster and opened fire at the retreating greenskins. The Orks were cut down and annihilated, but Blitzog cared not for his Boyz. Instead, he grabbed hold of a railing of his Trukk and hauled himself back in.

"Drive, ya git!"

The driver of the trukk complied, yanking on the steering wheel and twisting away. While the trukk dodged the shells and las-fire of the Shadowsword, two Deff Dreads teleported right in front of a stunned Mizuno.

"What on Holy Terra...?"

The lead Deff Dread cannonballed into Taiyou, and with four power klaws, mauled the already damaged tank. Even the venerable Leman Russ Executioner tank couldn't endure such a vicious onslaught.

"Eat lava, grox frakkers!" Ikeda yelled. The volcano cannon lit up again and the Deff Dread vanished. The other Deff Dread also stumbled when Tenken fire its lascannons into it, but it stood its ground. Until Tenken ran it over and crushed it under its adamantium tracks.

The last surviving scrapjet served about and smashed into one of the Saints' statues, burning it to the ground. By the time Ikeda rallied and turned toward the scrapjet, it had already razed a second idol, the engines burning furiously.

"That's enough!"

Even as the Shadowsword shuddered from the explosive projectiles from the bomber jet above, its weapons howled ferociously. The lascannons tore the sole surviving scrapjet apart, turning it into, well, scrap. The volcano cannon erased the Trukk from existence, but Blitzog launched himself out with a half-ditch effort. With a roar, he charged toward the Shadowsword, only to bounce off the front plating.

Despite the bruises, he picked himself up and rend the front armor of the reverseing Tenken. Ikeda split his attention, firing at both the bomber jet and the furious warboss, but only the aircraft crashed.

"Drive me closer!" He ordered the tank driver, waving his hand. "I want to hit it with my sword!"

Tenken growled as it rammed Blitzog over, but the Warboss wasn't going down without a fight. Snarling, he carved the Shadowsword open, exposing the tank compartment. Grinning, he reached in and plucked the screaming driver out with his klaw.

"There ya are, little humies..."

"Frak you!" Ikeda yelled and slammed his palm down on a red button. The Shadowsword juddered and blew up, hurling Blitzog across the air. He slammed into the ground and skidded, leaving an ugly trail.

For a few moments, Blitzog lay there, stunned. Then he slowly rose to his feet, shrugging off the mortal wound that he would otherwise have suffered from the explosion. With a grin, he raised his power axe and bellowed triumphantly.

"WAAAGH! Hah, take that, puny humies! Ya iz not gonna beat me! Because I da best!"

As if to emphasize his point, he swung his power axe and smashed the next idol, sealing his victory and proving the superiority of the greenskins over the poor humies.

More Krieg

I mean, sure, I built them as generic Death Korps of Krieg, but they are meant to be Draconians. I'm going for the whole Jin Roh aesthetic, so yeah.

That's an old Japanese anime...yeah, 1999, but that's kind of old now since it's over 20 years ago. But as you can see, they have a similar aesthetic, so I thought Krieg would best represent them. I would love to kitbash, but...the components of the Krieg kit don't really mesh well with, say, the Cadians. Or other Imperial Guard models. So I don't know. Best to assemble them as they are and treat them as Draconians. I do like their mini transhuman, though, but...we'll see. On the other hand, I hope I can convert the Cadian Castellan into a Krieg one with the spare bits I have, but we'll see. I'm also planning on converting the Atilian Rough Riders into Krieg Death Riders, but again, we'll see how feasible that is. Anyway...yeah.

Oh, you will have noticed that there are two meltagunners. That's because one of them is meant for the previous squad. I intend on replacing the vox-caster with a meltagunner. Having 3 special weapons is more fun! Yay! Especially since I don't have a master vox or a platoon command squad. Anyway, I look forward to running them in the future!

The Edgelords, Death Guard and Angels of Death

"Hah! Those skeletal xenos never stood a chance!"

War Warrior crowed after his warband crushed the awakening Necrons under their ceramite boots. Having unleashed the Possessed upon the metallic xenos, War Warrior watched as they overwhelmed the legions of warriors, smashing them underfoot before tearing through Wraiths and other constructs. Even the Overlord was no match for the surviving Possessed, and despite scything them down, he was worn out by their sheer numbers and ferocity.

The Obliterators seemed to have pulled their weight too, their firepower crucial to the Edge Lords' success. With this, Barca seemed to have fallen under the Chaos Warband's control.

"You guys are the true MVP," War Warrior told the proud Possessed. He nodded at the Master of Possession, who straightened his back while trying not to look too pleased with himself. "Great work, Riot."

"With the daemons under our control, nothing can match our power. With the gods in ascension, we will throw the entire sector into...chaos! Muahahaha!"

"Not yet," War Warrior cautioned Riot. "There is one more obstacle we must clear. Let us invade Carthage, for there is hidden archeotech on that world that will serve to further our plans of galactic domination!"

"For the Warmaster!" The Master of Possession raised his force stave. "We shall drown the Imperium in a tide of blood!"

Or so he thought, but when the Edge Lords landed on Carthage, they found a wall of adamantium, steel and ceramite waiting for them. The Draconian Imperial Guard regiment, usually under the jurisdiction of House Yato in Draconis III, had taken up defensive positions. Right in the center of the fortress was the modified Shadowsword, Tenken. Known as the Divine Blade, the super-heavy tank had functioned as a lynchpin in many defensive actions.

The tank commander, Colonel Ikeda, stood in his cupola and surveyed the approaching warband grimly. They had landed in a flourish and were now stampeding toward the Imperial Guard positions like the fanatical zealots they were. Leading the charge was an advancing horde of Possessed, but they were accompanied by burning Cultists. Unlike the crazed Cultists and berserk Possessed, a small squad of legionnaires hung back by the Noctilith Crown they had constructed, trusting in its empyric powers to protect them. A forcefield shimmered around them, the unnatural energies billowing like a storm.

Riot cackled as he led two Obliterators who were ready to...well, obliterate any enemy that stood in their path. Much like the Necrons they had blasted to oblivion earlier. Their fleshmetal guns rippled and extended, the gleaming barrels ripping through pinkish meat to point toward Tenken.

War Warrior followed in the wake of his Possessed, determined to offer the lives of the stalwart Guardsmen to the dark gods. He grinned and licked his fanged lips in anticipation, his aura granting his daemonic possessed brethren strength.

"That doesn't look good," Ikeda murmured. He thumbed the vox device. "Mizuno, you ready?"

"As ready as can be, sir," the sergeant replied. Unlike Ikeda, he commanded a Leman Russ Executioner tank, and was already readying his gunners to kill on sight. Further up, three Armored Sentinels stalked forward. Led by Sergeant Ueda, they trained their plasma cannons on the squad of legionnaires.

The Obliterators and the legionnaires opened fire first, but the lascannon missed Tenken. The Obliterators, on the other hand, delivered a ferocious barrage that stripped the front plating off, leaving molten metal dribbling down the surface.

"Fire!" Ikeda ordered. Tenken rocked as the plasma-powered volcano cannon roared, the incadescent beam slicing through the Possessed and disintegrating half of their number in one volley. The lascannons added to their fury, vaporizing another Possessed with a direct hit. Meanwhile, the twin heavy bolters chattered angrily as they ejected mass reactives at the legionnaires, who took cover. One of them fell, his armor dented by the endless stream.

Still, the Possessed kept coming.

"Mizuno, any time when you're ready."

"Right you are, sir."

This time, the Leman Russ Executioner, Taiyou, opened fire. The excutioner plasma cannon unleashed a bluish-white stream of superheated matter that engulfed the remaining Possessed and wiped them out completely.

"What the?!" War Warrior bellowed in disbelief as he saw his main force get taken out in a single round of shooting. "That's not fair! My whole strategy depended on getting the Possessed close enough to destroy those damned tanks in melee! What are we going to do now?!"

"Continue attacking!" One of his legionnaires yelled as they ducked under a barrage of plasma from the Armored Sentinels. Most of the superheated shots went wild, disintegrating the cover around them but otherwise failing to hurt the legionnaires. "We can't give up so easily!"

The cultists howled as they were cut down by a barrage of las-fire from an infantry squad. Sergeant Shirakawa and his men took aim and fired, following Major Murakami's orders. By the time the dust settled, only a single cultist was left in the open, looking dazed from the death and fire around him.

"Destroy that tank!" Riot yelled at the Obliterators, and they complied as best as they could. The fleshmetal guns roared once more, pummeling the front of Tenken and causing its armor to buckle. "What the, why won't it die?!"

"It's too tough," one of the Obliterators replied sourly. Riot spat and pointed his force stave at Shirakawa's squad.

"Fine, whatever! Charge into them and massacre the infantry!"

"Good idea."

"Uh oh."

Shirakawa gulped and watched helplessly as his squad was massacred. The last thing he saw was a force stave detonating with distorted energies that sent him flying across the ground.

"Hey! Pick on someone your own size!" Ueda yelled, leading his Sentinel squadron to the fight. They opened fire with their plasma cannons and finally wiped out the legionnaires, and then they crashed into the Master of Possession. He turned to direct his Obliterators forward, but realized they no longer existed.

Tenken had opened fire and wiped them out from existence with its volcano cannon. Meanwhile, the heavy bolters finished off the last Cultist. The Sentinels then hacked at Riot, but he parried and blocked them before destroying one of them with his force stave. Twirling the stave, he proceeded to slay Major Murakami, whose shining power sword did frak all. The officer should never have challenged a transhuman warrior swelled by the warp to physical combat, but...hey, at least he had courage.

"It's your turn now."

Mizuno gestured to his gunner, who squeezed the trigger. Plasma and las-fire lanced into War Warrior, and despite the blessings he had received from the dark gods, he was erased from existence, banished into the warp once more.

"Not again!" He screamed as he was sucked into a vortex, only to look up fearfully when he felt the disapproving gaze of the ruinous powers. "No! Give me another chance!"

"Sure," Tzeentch said before flinging him back to his ship. So the Warband broke even on glory points, thankfully.

Riot, on the other hand, continued to fend off the Armored Sentinels' repeated attacks with their chainsaws. He chuckled as he smashed them, his force stave glowing ominously.

"Why won't he die?!" Ueda complained.

"Get out of the way! We're going to crush him!" Ikeda bellowed. He slapped the side of his cupola and waved his hand. "Drive me closer! I want to hit him with my sword!"

With a roar, Tenken surged forward and crushed Riot under its adamantium tracks. The Master of Possession howled in defiance, but he disappeared under the tremendous weight of the super-heavy tank. Pulped into nothing but a bloody smear and flattened power armor, his remains twitched once like a chaos spawn in a pool, then went still as Tenken continued to roll over the area. Just to make sure.

"Phew..." Ikeda sighed a breath of relief. He stared down at Tenken, which was battered but otherwise still very much intact. Raising his hand, he cheered triumphantly. "We've successfully defended Carthage! Good job, men!"

Inwardly, he wondered if bringing a super-heavy tank to a battle was overkill. Maybe he should go a little easier on his enemies. He decided to swap Tenken for a Leman Russ tank next time, unless the enemy was bringing a Knight.

And thus the Astra Militarum prevailed. For now.

"What? We're being attacked by the Encarmine Angels and a bunch of Skitarii?"

No sooner than when he had switched to a Leman Russ tank, Ikeda received bad news. He glanced up at the fiery contrails of drop pods. The Encarmine Angels and a ranking Tech-priest had claimed that the Astra Militarum were sitting on a treasure trove of archeotech, and they were determined to seize it. However, Ikeda had orders from high command to not allow anyone to enter the area. Even if they were of the vaunted Adeptus Astartes.

Unbeknownst to the Draconians, the Death Guard had landed not far away and were carrying out their own insidious plans to infect the sector. Having realized the anomaly, the bulk of the Adeptus Mechanicus forces landed in the area, with Skitarii Rangers marching foward to pump volley of galvanic rounds into the inexorably advancing Plague Marines.

"Technoheresy!" The Magos Dominus hissed in binharic when he saw the foul shapes of Plagueburst Crawlers crest the hill. He waved toward a couple of Ironstriders Ballistarii, filling them with doctrina imperatives via the noosphere. "Destroy these tech heretics with extreme prejudice!"

Twin cognis lascannons hissed as they unleashed ruby las-beams at the Plagueburst Crawlers. Onager Dunecrawlers lumbered toward the battlefield, one of them equipped with an Icarus array. Autocannon rounds cluttered and rockets rained down on the Death Guard's position, blasting even the revoltingly resilient Plague Marines to bits.

The other Onager Dunecrawler fired its neutron laser at the Leman Russ tanks that had taken up defensive positions on the other side of the fortress.

"Damn it! Tell them to stop firing!" Ikeda complained. He winced when he saw two units of Kataphron Destroyers roll up, hammering Ueda's Armored Sentinels with grav. In a single volley, all three Armored Sentinels were crushed by esoteric grav weaponry. "Holy Throne! They're murdering us out here!"

To make matters worse, the Encarmine Angels had joined the fray. While the Leviathan Dreadnought advanced toward the Death Guard's position, backed up by a tactical squad, the Intercessors and a third tactical squad hunkered down before firing at the poor infantry. Shirakawa's squad took cover, suffering minimal casualties.

While the Dreadnought traded fire with a Foetid Blight Drone, the Astra Militarum retaliated. Plasma volleys engulfed the Kataphron Destroyers, eliminating the maniples before the lobotomized servitors realized what was happening. Plasma cannons barked, engulfing the Intercessors in plasma and erasing them from the surface of Carthage.

Then the Sanguinary Guard swooped down from above.

The Death Guard were slowly being ground down by weight of fire, with the Poxwalkers falling over from volley after volley of galvanic and radium fire. The Death Guard moved in, the Plague Marines shrugging all but the worst of the bombardment, and a Skitarii Ranger squad was butchered by a Sorcerer in Terminator armor. Meanwhile, the Plagueburst Crawlers continued to pound their positions, causing diseased Skitarii to fall over as they rained diseased shells upon their position.

Fortunately for the Adeptus Mechanicus, they managed to blow up one of the Plagueburst Crawlers, with the combined firepower of the Ironstriders Ballistarii and the Leviathan Dreadnought carving it open and noxious fumes billowed out of the wreck.

Undaunted, the Death Guard continued moving forward, with the Foetid Blight Drone charging at the damaged Leviathan Dreadnought. Not to be outdone, the Lord of Virulence joined the combat, and with his flail, he brought the might walker down with a couple of blows. The Blight Drone stabbed the Librarian with a plague probe and caused the ill space marine to succumb to whatever foul diseases it carried.

Even so, there were very little Death Guard left on the field. Both the Death Guard and Imperial Guard were being slaughtered by the sheer firepower the Adeptus Astartes and Adeptus Mechanicus brought to bear.

"Ugh!"

Ikeda watched in frustration as two units of Sanguinary Guard chopped and hacked the Leman Russ tanks in his squadron to pieces. Shirakawa was forced to witness his squad get massacred once again as the murderous transhumans cut the relatively unprotected infantry apart, and he was hurled across the room after attempting to parry a power sword with his own.

Of course he would be no match for the augmented Adeptus Astartes. He closed his eyes and slumped against the wall, unable to respond to the frantic demands of his commanding officer who wanted to know what was going on inside the building.

Ikeda was about to issue an order when a neutron laser beam from the Onager Dunecrawler blasted his new Leman Russ tank to bits.

"...I should have stuck with Tenzen," he groaned as he crawled from the ruins of his tank, wishing for the armor and resilience of the venerable Shadowsword. And firepower too.

Only Mizuno was left, and he ordered Taiyou to reverse as he opened fire on the Sanguinary Guard. Avenging the other Leman Russ Executioner tanks that had been wrecked, he killed all but one Sanguinary Guard. Meanwhile, the lascannon and Executioner plasma turret slew the Captain who led them, melting him and his power armor to slag.

Apparently, that act of defiance allowed the stubborn Astra Militarum to dig in and hold onto the archeotech. With the dwindling forces of Encarmine Angels and Adeptus Mechanicus succumbing to disease, and perhaps realizing they were attacking loyal, Imperial allies, they decided to retreat. The Death Guard also pulled back, with only a Lord of Virulence, Maglinant Plaguecaster and Sorcerer in Terminator armor left. That and a single Plagueburst Crawler that was in danger of being blown apart by two Onager Dunecrawlers and a single surviving Ironstrider Ballistarius. At least they had killed almost all of the infantry, Skitarii or Astartes.

With that, the Astra Militarum were the only ones left standing over the archeotech.

"At least we carried out our orders to the bitter end," Ikeda remarked as he was tended to by a medic, his arm in a sling. He glanced at the grotesque heavens, the dark colors dancing in hideous fashion as they basked in the insidious glow of the Great Rift. "Holy Terra, I'm sick of all this. I hope the xenos and traitors give up, or we're royally screwed."

The battered colonel vowed that the next time he fought, he was going back out in Tenzen. No more going easy on the enemy, that was for sure. The Draconians might not have the genhanced might of their Space Marine allies or the cyborg augmentations of the Skitarii, but they had the grit and will to outlast anyone in a battle of attrition.

...or so he hoped.

Blitzog's krumpin'

Sergeant Jenk of the 25th Carthage regiment, Planetary Defense Forces, wasn't sure what he was seeing.

"Uh, high command, do you copy?"

"What is it, Jackal one?" The operator's voice hissed over the vox, laden with static. Jenk winced as a shrill screech cut across the next sentence. "...peat, Jackal one. What do you see?"

"Smoke, sir. Lots of smoke."

"You have to be a lot more clearer than that." Jenk could almost hear the operator roll her eyes. "What's causing the smoke? Wildfire?"

"Hang on, high command...um, it's not just smoke. I see a huge cloud of dust. A duststorm?"

"What do you...?"

Jenk never heard the rest of the question. There was another high pitched shriek before the vox went dead. Clutching the receiver, he stared at the auspex in his Leman Russ tank, The Abridged. His eyes widened when he made out dark shapes within the cloud dust.

Impossible buggies, those that seemed as if they were manufactured solely out of scrap, were hurtling toward them.

The 25th Carthage PDF regiment was hit hard. Hot on the heels of the scrapjets was a Truk, filled to the brim with hooting, howling boyz. The Orks jumped off their ride, with a single Warboss in mega-armor leading the charge.

"Reverse!" He yelled.

"Trying!" Raina, the driver yelled back, slamming on the pedal. There was a squeal as The Abridged jerked before the engines coughed, but the gigantic greenskin was upon them. Swinging its massive axe with a roar, it dented the front hull armor in a single strike.

Jenks could hear yells of defiance and agony as the infantry fired futilely against the speeding scrapjets. The Ork buggies swerved about, avoiding the plasma fire from The Abridged's sister tank, which exploded as a pair of rockets slammed into its side with violent force. Shootas erupted thunderously, the slugs cutting down running soldiers of the Planetary Defense Force.

"Crush them, Raina!"

"You got it, sarge!"

The driver grimly shifted gears, urging her tank forward. There was a satisfying crunch as a boy was run over by the vengeful The Abridged.

Unfortunately, that was all they could do. The warboss chuckled as it raised its axe and smashed another chunk out of the shuddering Abridged.

"This loot iz mine."

Jenk could only stare frightfully at the massive greenskin, suddenly aware that there was nothing between him and his assailant. The Abridged had been peeled apart, and for the first time in hours, he was exposed to the dry hot air of Hamlicar.

"Get zoff my loot, humie."

The last thing Jenk saw was the huge weapon descending upon him, his vision then replaced by excruciating red.

Then darkness.

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Ahem, I forgot to say that I bought Cadia Stands and built a new Armored Sentinel. For comparison purposes, here's how he looks next to the old Armored Sentinels. Of course, I need the plasma cannons and the chainsaw because...I like plasma. My Imperial Guard regiment specializes in plasma weapons. So yeah. Hopefully I can get more Armored Sentinels in the future!

Interestingly, the weapons all fit nicely, so you don't have to glue them or magnetize them. Just pop them onto the socket and swap them if you want. I thought it interesting to have all the different options, so I assembled all of them. The plasma cannon is still the default weapon for me, though. But I thought it might be fun to try out the different weapons once in a while - experiment and see which is the optimal loadout! After all, I can't use the plasma cannons when the Sentinel is locked in combat. Oh, well. We'll see.

Alcazar Prime stands firm!

Despite the Loyalists' attempt to seize Alcazar Prime, the planet stands firm thanks to the combined efforts of the Iron Warriors and their Thousand Sons allies. The Loyalists, despite their best efforts, failed to retake the planet and were driven off Alcazar Prime. The fortress world stays firmly in the hands of the forces of the warmaster. The route to Holy Terra remains open to Traitor reinforcements and the beleaguered Loyalists are further stymied in their rush toward the birthplace of humanity.

This was meant for yesterday night. Whoops, sorry.

Um, okay...I'm getting way ahead of myself here. I should summarize the events of what happened in the fourth and fifth rounds, but it has been a long three days, and I barely had like three hours of sleep. I'm running purely on caffeine right now, ha ha. Oh, well. Anyway...

First, the Loyalists attacked in several places...I can't remember the results of the other matches, but I believe the Traitors secured the airfields in another match. Oh, now I recall! The Iron Warriors crushed the Raven Guard in the airfields. The Thousand Sons won against...Dark Angels, was it? I can't remember. Ugh. I was only paying attention to my match, which was kind of dumb of me. Sorry. Probably too pumped on caffeine and running low on fumes to look at what was going on beyond my table. I think the Imperial Fists won their game, but that's...about it? Oh, Blood Angels got massacred by the World Eaters, despite Sanguinius slaying Angron in combat (I think). Sons of Horus lost to Dark Angels, that one I knew for sure because...Interceptor on Contemptor Dreadnoughts shot down two of his Dreadclaws and caused them to crash and burn. Ouch.

I did manage to get a game against another army of Thousand Sons, but thankfully it wasn't as one-sided as yesterday. It was Tide of Carnage, and I took advantage of a gigantic building in the middle that obscured shooting from his heavy support squad with 10 lascannons (hitting on 2+ with Sunder), allowing my Knights to basicallly hide from most of the lascannons. The poor Knight Lancer got shot off the board without doing a single thing. As usual...I always lose one super-heavy Knight before he can do anything. Ouch.

Fortunately, I had Phalanx Warders holding my  deployment zone, though the squad in the no man's land got killed by the tactical squad with Ahriman leading them. Ahriman proceeded to slay the Imperial Fists Praetor in cataphractii terminator armor, but the two surviving Terminators held strong. I held my Knight Errant Seneschal back to avoid getting shot by the damned heavy support squad, and that was about it.

On the other hand, my Knight Errant and all the melta weapons from my 4 Armigers Warglaive managed to take out a Spartan land raider, a Vindicator laser-destroyer (I rolled explodes results for both of them!) and 3 Contemptor Dreadnoughts, including an Osiron Magus. I didn't bother trying to kill them in combat (though I think one Contemptor Dreadnought brought my Knight Errant down to one wound before he was cut down by the reaper chainsword - no need for stomps this time!). I also eventually took out the 5-men tactical support squad with aether-fire blasters and slowly but surely nuked the Sekhmet Terminators (or Cataphractii?) with lots of melta shots from both my Knight Errant and Armigers Warglaive.

Oh, and my opponent had a Scorpius shooting barrage at my Phalanx Warders, which slowly whittled down, but he was destroyed by another Explodes! result from my Armiger Warglaive. That was...hilarious. My Cataphractii Terminators didn't do much, despite having thunder hammers, because the Osiron Dreadnought kept withdrawing from them, and they failed their charges - except the very last turn, where Ahriman killed the Praetor. By then, I only had 2 out of the original 10 Terminators remaining. Ouch. I think I failed like a bunch of saves - there was one time where I rolled like 5 1s for an Explodes! result or something, and half of the squad just died. Yikes.

Fortunately, I managed to win the game like 11 points to 1. Having hidden my Armigers Warglaive behind the building to prevent getting shot off the table by the lascannon heavy support squad, I had two of them advance into the enemy's deployment zone to score 7 points, while about two remained in no man's land to deny my opponent's two tactical squads the objective. The Knight Errant managed to kill like 7 of the second tactical squad, but I didn't wipe them. That's fine, I drew with him in no man's land. With the second Phalanx Warder squad hiding right at the very far corner in my deployment zone, I gained 3 points, and that gave me 11 because I also scored Last Man Standing. A Phalanx Warder squad, two Terminators, my Knight Errant Seneschal and 4 Armigers Warglaive in contrast to his Master of Signal, heavy suppport squad, Ahriman and two tactical squads. His single point was Price of Failure for killing my Lord of War.

And so the Knights of House Yato and Imperial Fists allies secured the slums from the forces of the Warmaster, driving the Thousand Sons out of there. Yay? Unfortunately, the traitors won the game, with it being decided by the Iron Warriors, where Pertarubo slew Corvus Corax in combat and annihilated the Raven Guard forces in the airfield. Ouch. Victory to the Traitors.

My last game was a two versus two Zone Mortalis game against Sons of Horus and World Eaters, with me and my teammate both playing Imperial Fists. It was kind of fun, and instead of the White Dwarf mission, we used the old mission, sabotage, which I wasn't familiar with. Something about defenders controlling the locked doors and the attackers having to blow up generators? Yikes. We had 5 generators, and the successful destruction of each was one point for the attackers, while the defenders gained a point for each generator not destroyed by the end of the game.

In any event, the Sons of Horus and World Eaters moved up and destroyed two generators in the first turn. Yeah, that was...not good. I think the World Eaters were swarming up the table and hacking away at the doors and rushing toward the other three generators, including a massive despoiler squad, a flamer support squad, Red Butchers and the Praetor, and two Contemptor Dreadnoughts. The Sons of Horus fought against my allied Imperial Fists, having two Contemptor Dreadnoughts move up the table along with Reavers, Veterans and...Terminators? I think? I wasn't sure what was happening there because I was focused on defending against the World Eaters. I do know the World Eaters Dreadnought and an Imperial Fist Dreadnought killed each other in combat. Yikes. What else, uh, the tactical squads blew open the doors, only to eat a plasma blast from an allied Casteferrum Dreadnought with two plasma cannons. Ouch, they got wiped out. Yikes. The allied Terminators killed most of the flamer tactical squad, who proceeded to flee.

I don't know what else happened, but I do know I managed to shoot one Contemptor Dreadnought and took wounds off him before an allied Contemptor Dreadnought finished him off in combat. Uh, my Phalanx Warders and Contemptor Dreadnought then tried to defend against the Red Butchers, with the former killing them with a combination of melta shots and Brutal gravis power fist. The World Eaters continued to pour forward, and my Phalanx Warders killed a single tactical squad, successfully defending a generator.

Unfortunately, the Sons of Horus busted a door open and the Contemptor Dreadnoughts blasted the third generator to bits from distance with melta and haywire grav guns. Yup, we lost the game on turn 3 because the Traitors destroyed 3 out of the 5 generators. Uh oh.

Thankfully, we decided to play the game on and agreed that if my ally and I succeeded in tabling the World Eaters and Sons of Horus, the result would be a draw. By the way, sorry for being a pain in the ass. I was panicking when we seemingly lost the game, and I probably whined too much. I apologize for that. I should have known better.

Oh, I think my teammate had a few...battles going on with the Sons of Horus, with his Terminators killing a bunch of Reavers or Veterans or something...I dunno. Between him and me, we managed to take some wounds off the Sons of Horus Contemptor Dreadnoughts, and I think the Terminators killed one of them with a Solarite Gauntlet. Uh, the other one died...somehow. I have no idea how because I was busily charging a tactical squad with my Phalanx Warders at the time and wiped them out.

My surviving Contemptor Dreadnought pursued a Reaver and killed a couple of them with Brutal. They then smacked him with a krak grenade - unfortunately for them, their sergeant hit but failed to wound with his thunder hammer (he rolled 2 2s). Yikes. That meant I won combat by 3 wounds and I somehow wiped them out with sweeping advance. Yeah, I didn't anticipate that. I'm still not used to this whole sweeping advance thing because I play too much 40K. And my Knights rarely killed anyone with sweeping advance anyway.

I think my opponent finished off the rest of the Sons of Horus, and while his Terminators wiped out the survivors from the World Eaters flamer squad, I managed to charge the final World Eaters Despoiler squad and wiped them out, thus allowing us to effectively table our opponents and salvage a drew from the jaws of defeat. That was really close! I thought for sure the Traitors had won because they destroyed 3 of the 5 generators on turn 3, but thankfully they showed good sportsmanship and allowed us to play for a draw. Thank you, guys!

Um...I'm not sure about the other games, but I believe Thousand Sons won against...I think Dark Angels? I can't remember who else was still around at the point. The Blood Angels player went home, and I think the Raven Guard player did too. There were very few people left at the point. Effectively, the Traitors won the campaign and held the route open for the Warmaster's reinforcements and supplies to his invading fleet in Holy Terra. Uh oh.

Well, that was a fun three-day event! I don't know if I'll be able to attend Renegade next year because I'm finishing up my doctoral program and this is my last year here. We'll see, but yeah. I don't know, but fingers crossed, maybe I will have a chance to come again!

Oh, and I managed to get 5 Cataphractii Terminators! That was an unexpected and pleasant surprise. I honestly have no idea what to do with them - I have way too many Terminators at this point for my Imperial Fists, so maybe I'll use them for my Thousand Sons. I guess that works? I'll need to think about getting spare bits for them to make them more...Thousand Sons-y. I have 5 Thousand Sons Cataphractii Terminators right now, anyway. Might as well expand them into a 10-men squad. Yay, I guess? I do...dread assembling and painting them. I kind of burned myself out painting my Thousand Sons and Imperial Fists. I honestly am not looking forward to painting them again, but I guess 5 models should be fine. I hope. We'll see, at least I'm not rushing to get them done before Renegade now, so I can take my time. Phew. But hey, I'm certainly not going to say no to getting 5 free Terminators! Ha ha.

I probably should go get some sleep after the caffeine wears off. Drank like 3 or 4 cups of coffee today, so I'm still wide awake, if very high strung and...uh, hyper. I really need to calm down, ha ha. For some reason, my fingers (or finger) hurt quite a bit too ever since yesterday. I think it's from the cold, which caused my skin to crack and peel off, but I'm totally ignoring the pain because it's minor and I want to play and roll dice. Probably shouldn't be typing so much, ha ha. I couldn't even hold my dice properly, whoops! Ouch. Anyway, sorry for all the trouble (I need to stop being a pain in the ass and whining), and thanks for the event (am I allowed to mention names here? I don't know if anyone will be reading this, but they will know who they are!)! Thank you, everybody, those who participated and played, and especially those who organized everything, brought their terrain and mats for everyone to use! It was tremendously fun, so totally worth participating in!

Final score - the Traitors win overall!

Another day at Alcazar Prime

So the Knights of House Yato continue to attack Alcazar Prime in an attempt to drive the Warmaster's forces out of the fortress planet. Let's say it didn't go very well for them, despite the Imperial Fists arriving to reinforce them and retaking the garrisons they left in place. Oh, well...

Oh, right. This was pretty much the results of the games of yesterday, after the pickup games.

The first match I had today was the offensive launched on the Harribast East Manufactora, where the Knights of House Yato intended to seize the surplus vehicles and the laborers and servitors who work there. Unfortunately, the Knights and their Imperial Fists allies were blown away by the Iron Warriors, who utterly wrecked them with missiles from the Tyrant Siege Terminators and firepower from three Dreadnoughts. Not to mention the Spartan Land Raider and Proteus Land Raider. The Armiger Warglaives managed to kill all the Troops, but the three Contemptor Dreadnoughts wiped them out. Ouch. The Harribast East Manufactora fell to the traitors.

I believe the Traitors won this round, with them sweeping off the majority of the Loyalists off the objectives. Two Warhound Titans dueled in the Hives of Alcazar-Tetra, and despite the Imperial Fists trying to fend off the World Eaters, I think the World Eaters won. The Thousand Sons also defeated somebody, though another Thousand Sons player tied with Dark Angels. There was a protracted battle between Dark Angels and Iron Warriors, which ended in the Iron Warriors' victory (I think). By and large, the round didn't go well for the Loyalists, and the Traitors seized the round.

In the second match, the Imperial Fists launched an assault on Colossibast South and reclaimed the fortress from the World Eaters lurking in there. Oh, it was a Zone Mortalis game using the White Dwarf rules. Despite suffering horrendous losses, the Phalanx Warders claimed an objective, and the Cataphractii Terminators wiped out an entire Red Butcher squad, along with the Praetor himself, to earn the Imperial Fists Attrition and Slay the Warlord in a Zone Mortalis game. Frankly, I got lucky, and made a few mistakes with the rules, which was why I won, but it was a close match. The World Eaters would have won if the game went on to turn 4 - they were dominating two objectives and my Tartaros Terminator command squad would eventually succumb to the Contemptor Dreadnought's brutal blows despite their Vigil storm shields providing them a 3++ invulnerable saves.

The second round went better for the Loyalists, who took this round. I can't really remember what happened, but I believe the Dark Angels won against the Sons of Horus (I think?). The Custodes got wiped out by Iron Warriors, though, and...yeah, I honestly can't remember much fo anything from here.

The third round was an epic affair...for everybody else. The Knights had to defend the Western Airfields, but the Thousand Sons completely wrecked them. With two Leviathan Dreadnoughts and three Osiron Contemptor Dreadnoughts, the latter denying me reactions and pinning me with telepathic spells, I simply couldn't do a single thing or react. Lost my Knight Errant in the first turn before he could fire a shot, and the whole game went downhill from there. Almost got tabled, and in the end, I only had a single Archmagos Prime and an Armiger Knight Moirax left before the game ended. I only killed like 8 dudes from a heavy support squad, the three Contemptor Dreadnoughts and one of the two Leviathan Dreadnoughts, as well as a handful of Tartaros Terminators, but...nope, that was it. Oh, the Archmagos Prime killed a support tactical squad with rotor cannons by himself, soloing them with his power axe and wiping them out in sweeping advance after literally tanking their 20 shots by himself, saving all of them on his 2+ armor save (and their Strength 3 shots wounding his Toughness 5 stature on 6s). Jeez, that was surprising.

It was still an awful loss, though, but I completely expected that. I know the Thousand Sons player, he's a competitive player with a lot of amazing strategies, and he really knows how to utilize his list. In contrast, I just suck. I'm not a very good player, ha ha. I just play for fun, and I love my Knights, but I'm not sure how to maximize their potential. They are pretty...skewed. Either they own hard or they get destroyed hard. It is what it is. That's all I can say. Sigh. Can't make any excuses, I screwed up.

The other games seemed pretty close, though Raven Guard tabled the other Thousand Sons player. I think Custodes drew with World Eaters, and the Dark Angels won a handful of games. Imperial Fists beat Iron Warriors in an epic grudge match too, and the Loyalists managed to pull ahead ever so slightly. The deciding game was between Blood Angels and Sons of Horus, where Horus himself descended to slay the angel. Sanguinius challenged him and the two of them traded blows before the angel finally fell to the archtraitor. After laying low poor Sanguinius, Horus was promptly shot off the board by illiastus assault cannons, and the vengeful Blood Angels proceeded to annihilate the remaining Sons of Horus. That decided the round and Loyalists won that.

I forgot to take a picture of the final score, but the Loyalists pulled ahead after this. I hope I remember to take another picture before the 4th round tomorrow.

In terms of total campaign points, though, Loyalists trail the Traitors by 10 points, especially after the disastrous Adeptus Titanicus showing yesterday. Ouch. Oh, well. We'll see what happens tomorrow. There are two more rounds, and this might be decided...I dunno how. We'll see.

Anyway, it's late and I need rest. See you tomorrow...