More planetary empires continues, and my Orks have a foothold on one of the asteroids! Now to expand forces onward (mine are the Red logo Orks on the map):
The following battle report is from a fun, but decidedly one-sided fight against Frank’s Harlequins army.
Big Mek Ursatz was having a particularly un-Orky feeling his mega armor mob made their way through some cathedral ruins on the asteroid they had landed upon–it must have been an Imperial moon at some point that had been blasted to bits by some really big bang. It was an un-Orky feeling because it seemed like something his Grot Oiler would be feeling instead: the feeling that the signals on his git-finder detection arrays built into his armor were being deceived by something dead sneaky and kunnin’. And the fact that he couldn’t smash the feeling with his claw or shoot it with his kustoma mega-blasta, well that made it all the worse and more grot-like.
Ursatz should have felt like the Big Mek that he was: his boyz were all outfitted in some seriously heavy gear, his tunneling battlewagon invention was not only lethal in battle but could help in clearing paths through the dense terrain, and most recently he’d repaired up a ruined Morkanaut whose thunderous stride accompanied the marching blocks of Meganobz.
The Orks were there for the scrap, as Warboss Drozgurk had demanded they have a steady supply of scrap so his Nobz could always be in the best of the best armor. Even tho they weren’t Bad Moonz, Ursatz had a feeling that Drozgurk would have made a fine Bad Moon with his proclivities. The squads of Meganobz fanned out to locate the scrap piles, and swarms of Gretchin laborers moved to take them away. Maybe it was that the Beakies that were patrolling this chunk of space rock weren’t fighting them yet–they was with another off-shoot of the Waaagh over on a nearby Shrine World. But again, the odd readings on his git-finder kept registering, and the needle vibrated stronger and stronger.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, shapes started materializing from the ruined background. Images of almost pure-white light, their forms shrouded in the brightness, bipedal warriors started streaming across the courtyard toward the Ork force. The drill-equipped Bonebreaka sped forward through the loose dirt and rock mixture to come to grips with the shapes, but it was too late. Fire from spinning and shimmering flying boats started tearing the battlewagon to bits, along with the Morkanaut as well. Some of the weapons were various energy types, but the tell-tale one revealed itself when the swarm of labor grots were cut down: a hail of shuriken meant panzies. And soon enough it was clear these were those laughin’-and-dancing panzies with their camouflage-pattern clothes. “Like Blood Axes…” Ursatz thought: “dey iz still able to be dead sneaky in the middle of nothing because of da patterns.”
He finally got a good look at one of them as it appeared behind their lines, and sprinted across the open ground and into the remains of a ruined cathedral where Warboss Drozgurk was searchin’ up some teef or something. It didn’t surprise Ursatz that the foe was wearing red in his checks and dags camouflage given how fast he could run. The assault on Drozgurk was sudden, and effective. Before Drozgurk even knew what was happening he was cut up in eighteen different spots, and one of his legs was severed at the knee. All the boyz piled in that direction to get Drozgurk to safety, or maybe because that’s where the krumpin’ was happenin’. Either way, that left the rest of the force to get shot up by jets that flew around in circles. Ursatz called for the “attack in another direction” (as Orks don’t retreat), and they left whatever scavenge was there to the panzies–along with both the wrecked battlewagon and the wrecked Morkanaut which still was flaming from an explosion. Ursatz weren’t sure how he and iz boyz would stop da laughin’-and-hidin’ panzies if they met again, but he was starting to work on some hunches.
Getting the process of the armor down on these guys, and really liking how it’s turning out. Finished two more groups of three Meganobz, and I’ve got 12 more to go! One squad of nine and two squads of six feels pretty epic in doing up a Deffwing sort of feel (akin to the all-terminators Deathwing army Dark Angels Space Marines can field).
The little bit of blue on power coils is just enough, and maybe my favorite part of the models. I also like the scratches and dents and how they turn out nicely with highlights and lowlights together.
In addition, I finished up a Morkanaut for our Knight Night Fight Night 2 event. Pretty pleased with how it turned out as well. The other vehicles will have less red (more balance of black panels and metal, just by the shape of the models), but this one was still really fun. The model is kinda stinky in the game: potential to kick out a ton of damage on a lucky turn, but really dependent on dice spikes. Still, the Knight Night event was a tag-team match where I paired it with a Stompa, so giving that invulnerable save seemed like the thing to do. Probably won’t field it super-often except in really big games, but was great to build and paint, and makes a cool centerpiece.
Making good progress, even tho I’m starting Orks much later in the year than I’d like. We’re 154 days into 2022, and I’m only at 58 points of painted Orks. Again, my goal is to paint 365 points of some same army. And I’ve definitely painted up a lot of Necrons and Drukhari and Eldar this year already, not to mention Genestealer Cult. But still, one army needs to be the focus and I’m getting back to my Ork roots. So time to pick up the pace for the summer.
[This is a battle report from game one of our Shrine World Planetary Invasion set of linked games that I and a few friends are running]
It was a near dawn, and quiet in the courtyard of memorials honoring those who sacrificed their lives during the fifth Donarian Gulf expedition. The Shrine World of Suldon Tertius was covered in such collections–pilgrims who wanted to pay proper respects could expect to spend sixteen months of dedication to visit each and every site on the planet. However, most of the current pilgrims were currently held in large hab defense structures, hastily armed with what firearms they could be provided as rough masses of conscript infantry. As the Orks had arrived at Suldon.
The center of the park, with its entry-ways to the the underground catacombs of the penitent fallen and carefully manicured hedges and park-lets of trees, had fallen under the shadow of the Roks that had appeared in the system. The space battle had been short and quick, as even with the Space Wolves Battle Barge present to support the system defenses the Orks were just too numerous and the Astartes transport had to retreat to a safe distance on the far side of the system’s sun after considerable damage. The fact that it had destroyed six of the Ork Roks and still had to retreat was a testament to the multitudes of force that the Orks had brought: a full sixteen Roks remained operational, with countless Kroozas and escort craft circling around them.
The Sisters of Battle and the Space Wolves who had landed had begun fanning out across the surface of the Shrine World, but with Ork assaults there was always some uncertainty. Different pods of defense started forming, gravitating toward the various shrines of fallen warriors almost subconsciously. When the Orks could strike anywhere, being close to the statue immortalizing a fallen comrade or martyr had just just seemed… natural.
The delay in the Ork landings was worrying all the Imperial commanders. There were clearly bulk landers all through the Ork forces, but the normal uncoordinated stream of them toward the ground was not happening. They were delaying for some reason. That may have calmed some of the Ministorum leadership, but the Space Wolves were wary–as any time Orks acted oddly there was something bigger at stake. What command were they waiting for?
Turned out it wasn’t a command so much as a strategy, as with a sudden shuddering corona of energy in the sky huge discharges started firing on each one of the Roks. There were huge engines in them with enormous whirling gyros, presumed to be part of the crude vessels’ propulsion systems. And maybe they still were. But the bursts of electric blue sparks across each of them were answered by huge bursts of electric blue on the surface of the Shrine world. Millions of glass candle holders exploded in unison across all the shrines as wave after wave of strange electrical discharge were focused on the ground all across the planet. And soon enough, what had seemed to be some sort of planetary-sized energy weapon at first revealed its true nature: they were bursts of crude teleportation energy. The Orks were teleporting their vanguard forces to the surface all over, and raiding groups charged even while they were starting to materialize. From bands of whole Meganobz striking in spearhead formation to sets of trukks, wagons, and even larger vehicles of destruction, whole Ork warbands were materializing in haphazard fashion all over the surface of the planet. Only then did the bulk haulers start to descend on the planet, seeming to use the teleport strike as the window to land the rest.
The initial onslaught of the Orks was sudden and came from every direction. Materializing trukks took off at breakneck speed, disgorging their Trukk Mobz right into the lines of the Adeptus Sororitas. While flamers took their toll, the raw force of the Orks’ savagery dropped Battle Sisters left and right.
At the heart of the Sororitas’ forces were some Paragon Warsuits and an Immolator tank. The flames and raw firepower from both started clearing Orks as fast as they could arrive. A desperate group of Kommandos tried to unleash a Bomb Squig to detonate on the tank, but sadly the wiring or explosives must have been a dud as the beast was merely crushed under the steel tracks of the Sororitas tank.
The Space Wolves unleashed their elite Wulfen infantry to bolster the Sororitas lines, answering Ork fury with their own. The sheer numbers of Orks and the deadly Power Claw of their Nob slowly whittled down the savage warriors–their contemptuous armor only able to stop most blows but not all, and the sheer volume of Orks they faced seemed innumerable.
On another front of the battlefield, one of the Ork Warbosses charged past his lines with a frenzy to reach a Space Wolves dreadnaught. With a mighty howl he braved the guns, the bullets bouncing off of his armor and flames charring his skin. Reaching the dreadnaught, his power claw tore into it, disabling cables and pistons before finally sheering the central column of the metal giant itself. The suit tumbled to the ground as he howled in triumph.
Not every Warboss fared as well: the Bad Moonz Warboss found himself facing a Wulfen Dreadnaught. Even with his shiny armor he could not withstand the frenzy of the Space Wolves’ ancient, and he was forced to retreat with a huge set of gashes and one of his arms hanging by just a string of tendons (he was already thinking about which Mad Dok would be best to staple it back on for him so he could get back into the fight).
Subsequent waves of Orks kept appearing as the tellyportas flared on the Roks in the sky. Ancient battlewagons that have seen hundreds of battles (and hundreds of repairs) emerged from the shimmering energy, all laden with more and more Orks. A valiant Castigator crew started firing their multitude of heavy bolters and turret cannon into the hordes, cutting them down as fast as they were arriving. Because the Orks were showing up piecemeal, the Space Wolves and Sisters both got chances to reload, recover, and recoup ground in the face of the onslaught.
A band of Meganobz surged forward to try and loot the shrine they presumed was at the foot of a great hero statue, only to be answered by an intense counter-charge from the Space Wolves. While the ordinary chain swords did little to the armored behemoths–literally each almost a tank or dreadnaught themselves–the merciless Thunder Hammer of the Sergeant of the squad laid considerable waste to them. The Orks were finally cut down, leaving the shrine intact and that side of the battlefield safe from Ork aggression.
Sustaining the tellyporta attack seemed to be starting to cause problems. One of the remaining Roks in the sky suddenly exploded with blue energy as the engines used to power the transporters must have overcome whatever non-existent safety procedures the Orks didn’t put in place. A set of cruel battlewagons with drill-like nosecones started to shimmer into the battlefield but instead disappeared into the void with the explosion. The Orks were finally bringing some bigger units, but it was proving to be too little and too late to give them a foothold on the center of the Shrine city. Even a mighty Skullhamma battle fortress was brought to a standstill thanks to the resilience and might of the Paragon Warsuits.
One band of Shoota Boyz was able to close on the entrance to the catacombs, even while the rest of the forces were repelled. A squad of Sisters of Battle stood resolute, pouring bolter fire and flamer promethium into the advancing Orks to keep them at bay. Not a single Ork survived to fight them, and the entrance to the catacombs–where the real prize of tens of thousands of martyr’s skulls, and the teeth inside them, waited.
The Orks had been beaten due to their piecemeal arrival, and their tellyporta sneak attack effetively blunted. With the shock and awe of the strike passed, the reinvigorated forces of the Imperium intended to push the advantage: finding pockets of Orks from the various landing craft, surrounding them, and eliminating them. Meanwhile the Warbosses were desperately trying to organize all the disparate bands of Orks and materiel into proper krumpin’ shape to push back against the humans’ advances. The next battle for the Shrine world loomed on the horizon.
Painted up a few units for this battle, including a Warboss that I’m particularly pleased with. I’ve been swapping around which Clan I’ve wanted to play, and tried a few in the game. So I wanted one who could reasonably be most any clan: Goffs, Snakebites, or Evil Sunz could all work for this, and certainly Blood Axes (no uniform camo but uniformity in armor) and a Freebootaz clan would work too. I’m especially liking the yellow squigs with all the red (and I want to paint up a unit of Squighog Boyz soon to see if that continues to look good on the larger models.
I finished the highlighting on the first of the units of Meganobz. I’ve got two other trios almost there (just need the final bright highlights on the armor). Pretty pleased with them, and my plans of doing a “Deffwing” style army seem to be well-placed. It’s silly, probably not very good, but a lot of fun to run!
Finally, the battlewagon that never showed up for the battle (my reserve rolls were horrendous in this game… literally 15 PL of models never were placed on the table until it was far too late for them to make a difference). This is a slight mod and repaint of a Death Guard assault drill I modded up (from a Mantic Games cyber-rats driller kit): added some Ork plates and glyphs and a single big shoota, and behold: a Bonebreaka Battlewagon. It turned out pretty slick, and just kinda silly to imagine the Big Mek who decided that drilling their way into a fight made sense.
That’s all on the painting front: for the next update I’ll certainly have more Meganobz done, and perhaps a fun bigger surprise!
The Planetary Empires Crusade campaign at my local shop (the amazing Drawbridge Games in Pittsburgh, PA: https://www.facebook.com/groups/499640580206921) continues to go on, as new players join and the cluster of planets are joined by some mysterious asteroids. And while I’d been doing some raiding (just taking territory away from others as I swapped thru lists/armies), it’s time to rejoin with an active terrain-taking faction. And a new project. Because of course, new project.
Aboard the Rok star fort, Big Mek Ursatz, was putting the finishing touches on the last of the tellyporta pads. His Warboss, Drozgurk, was planning something big. They’d maneuvered the Rok into the system alongside some larger chunks of a moon or planet that were loosely swirling a bunch of planets–planets where wars were raging with all sorts of foes. Perfect spot for the attack. Drozgurk knew that this was Bad Moonz space, so he had taken his time–and had Ursatz really make sure the boyz had all the good gear. They’d kitted up a whole host of Nobz in Mega Armor, ready for teleport strikes all over the surfaces of these planets: landing groups to create the beachhead that the other boyz could come through with conventional landings. With the chanting reaching a fever pitch, Ursatz went to the grand control panel, where a big switch was waiting to be thrown. He could see rows and rows of the clanking armored Meganobz watching him, and without a second thought flipped the switch so the tellyportas started buzzing and sending each group off to who knows where.
Big Mek Ursatz’ group landed in a Shrine area of a planet, and immediately set out to do what they do best: loot and destroy. Soon enough, the Sisters of Battle answered the call, as the Orks were poking around the sacred shrines of the planet. At this point the Sisters command didn’t realize what the Orks were looking for, so they committed a small expeditionary force to probe the Ork force and find its origin (still not realizing these were teleport strikes from high in the system).
While the Sisters had some heavy weapons, they did not have enough to deal with the sheer weight of the heavy armored Meganobz that clomped their way through the Imperial streets. The occasional melta shot would demolish one of them, but the flamers and bolters did very little to halt the nobz’ advance. And once they got there, the sisters were torn to shreds by the furious attacks.
It was the lone Canoness who held the line against the Ork attack longer than expected. Maimed survivors fled to the rear lines where hospitallers waited. She survived wave after wave of assaults, managing to take blows as glancing and continuing to dish out destruction, primarily with her plasma pistol (that was running white hot with use). Finally, only after the last of the Sisters had made it free was did she finally try to retreat herself, only to be cut down at that point by the last few Meganobz. Already, imagifiers are working to spin the stories of her valiant sacrifice in the face of the Ork onslaught.
Bike Captain Telleem had his hands full on this mission to the Scylla Quintus system. The “Fangs of Shang”, the Deathwatch contingent that worked with Inquisitor Kryia Draxus, had been notified of the sheer number of different xenos that were plaguing the system and pitching raids against Imperial targets and each other. While Brother Lothar the Dreadnaught served as a stalwart, the rest of Telleem’s forces were experiencing the usual moments of confusion when battle brothers hard-drilled for centuries to fight with their own Chapters now had to team up with warriors of various different sorts. The differences in fighting styles across the Adeptus Astartes never failed to wow him when he thought about it.
Orks had been in the system for a while, but it seems like a new Clan was sending massed raiding parties in every direction through the system now. The prior ones were of the Bad Moon Clan, focused on their firearms. These new raiders were more heavily armored, and had devastatingly struck a blow against the Sisters of Battle in another quadrant. Their armor was Red, but it was unclear which Clan they might be (as every Clan had the belief that red pigment paints and dyes increase velocity potential of those that wear the color). Bike Captain Telleem had dispatched scouts and outriders both to watch for signs of Ork planetfall, and was surprised when his squad of Eliminators radioed in that they’d found an Ork assault party–but there was no telltale trace of smoke or sounds of crashing jet that explained their presence. It’s almost like the Orks appeared out of thin air. It was doubly-concerning, as the entire gang of them were outfitted in the heaviest of Ork armors available. Telleem raced his forces to reach the site where his Eliminators were staked out and observing the Ork advance.
The Orks were trudging their way through a persistent radiation cloud, their feet turning up the dust into the air that carried the radioactivity from some prior weapons strike. Telleem’s forces struck, and had the advantage of range on the slower-moving Orks. Eventually some of them reached Brother Lothar, only to be pulped by his massive power fist–the ancient war suit suffering only minor damage from their tearing claws. The final wave of Orks fell, leaving much of Telleem’s force intact.
Yet he had not figured out how they were getting to the surface, and where the broader Ork force’s punch would fall. Telleem finished filing his report for Inquisitor Draxus with the following conclusion: “Initial Ork foray in sector 14 neutralized, source of assaults unknown. Seek further intelligence to isolate threat.” He then went to break up a fight that was brewing between a petulant Mantis Warrior and a surly Son of Medusa. The work of the Deathwatch was what he was made for when xenos were approaching on the battlefield. Less so at other times.
Some initial painting on the Orks. This is the test model for the color scheme, which is the same exact scheme I use on my Drukhari hah. I think the highlights are a bit toward the comic style but then the Orks benefit from that–and it accentuates the battle damage and shoddy construction without having to look “messy”.
First finished Unit is a Big Mek in Mega Armor with Kustom Force Field and Grot Oiler. He’s likely of much more use with other non-Mega Armored models (as a weapon needs to be a -5 modifier for his Kustom Force Field to matter). But still, I liked the model and wanted to start with him.
More to come: going to get to a full 9 Meganobz at first, then grow from there.
Painting Challenge 2022 Progress
Well… now it’s Orks… maybe? Maybe I should lump all my stuff this year together? But let’s get it started with Orks and maybe we can hit the big number hah. So here goes:
+++++Excerpted Account of Lanto Tokastio, Lexmechanic of the Adeptus Mechanicus, appended to Ministorum world Suldon Tertius, Segmentum Obscuris+++++
It’s difficult to trace the movement of idea, you realize. Quite difficult. And I’m a specialist. My main task has been monitoring the spread of language amongst the faithful for sixteen cycles now on our glorious Shrine World of Suldon. The way that one parishioner’s slight variation in phrasing a blessing to the Emperor can not only spread but become dogma. To illuminate to your Ministorum superiors just how faith… flows… from pilgrim to pilgrim as they arrive on our great world and depart carrying faith to all the planets in the Imperium.
And I’m certainly not a xenobiologis, but the core root of the Orkoid language structures are still Low Gothic. So while they do have some degree of differences, we presume that ideas might spread from Ork form to Ork form using similar structures of spoken language, mimic behaviors, and more. That is excepting the strong evidence of imprinted notions in their species or collective psychic potential, of course.
This is predicated on the presumption that the Orks indeed do want what their hideous broadcasts from those massive landing vehicles demanded. I think the exact broadcast was “World of Teef. We iz here for da Teef!” As such the root of our question is: why did this Waaagh migration go out of their way to reach Suldon Tertius? They skipped many more resource-laden and other defended systems to get here. And given that Orks seek scrap and a fight most of all, those would have come to the Waaagh easier elsewhere.
There’s a bigger plan in place, and the best I can figure is that some notion made its way through the race to their leaders. In the course of their predations, they did hit another Shrine World prior to heading here–Karasan VII–which was pre-emptively subjected to Exterminatus when it was found that the holy tombs of heroes were being pillaged. At least some Orks returned to their ships from the initial assaults and before the planet was destroyed. And my best hunch is that some one of the Orks found their way into the crypts there.
For good Imperial citizens, the crypts are places of solemn contemplation on Shrine Worlds–as we pass by the stacks of skeletal remains we’re reminded of all who sacrificed their lives for conquests in the great Emperor’s name. But what would an Ork see? What would they see?
Teeth. “Teef”. Rows and rows of skulls, all of which hold the prospect of the teeth amidst them. All it would take is a single Ork who saw the catacombs making it back to its ship. Then when relating tales to each other in transit–as Orks are known to converse socially, mostly as a prelude to violence, but still–that single Ork could have remarked that it was a shame that Karasan VII was destroyed as underground it was full of teeth. I’m sure it would have been much more crude. [At this point Lexmechanic Tokastio adopts a low loud voice to impersonate an Orkoid]. “Pity wut da planet gone. Dem tunnels wuz full of teef, I tellz ya.”
Again, I’m no xenobiologis, but if ideas can spread through rumor, idle comment, and more amongst Imperial Gothic, is there a reason that speech in the Orks’ crude Low Gothic could not be the same? We see it amongst our own Low Gothic speakers. Why would the Orks be different? The story of vault after vault of teeth could spread, and not just spread but grow. Certain points of re-telling one is inclined to exaggeration. And goodness knows the Orks are stupid in their way. Stupid enough to believe it? To believe that an Imperial Shrine world is a haven of teeth waiting to be simply plucked from the skulls of the dead?
Never mind the fact that yes, with our massive population on Suldon plus the contents of our own crypts, that there are technically more teeth on this world than perhapsall but the densest of hive worlds. And yes, to the extent that a Waaagh of Orks could hyper-fixate on the commodity that passes for wealth in their system, it would make them see this world as particularly valuable. And the Orks are certainly cruel enough to torture some captives from prior Imperial worlds they’ve demolished to learn of the nearest other Shrine World.
That’s my guess of why they’re here. Memetic language actions transforming pure happenstance into aggressive focus. My only hope is that the Sisters of Battle who were first dispatched, and the company of Space Wolves that are en-route to support with counter-planetfall, will arrived in time. Sources say that the general Ministorum troops and pilgrim-conscripts are not stopping the Ork forces spreading from their landing zones. May the both the Sisters and Sons of Russ save us from this mad Greenskin attack on our planet.
One of the most popular 40k theme events at Drawbridge is back for round two: it’s Knight Night / Fight Night Two! This time with Tag Teams. The event happens on Thursday, June 2nd with a start time of 7pm. Rules and restrictions for the event follow, and whether you took part last year or are new this time, we’re hoping this is a great event that can coincide with all the new Knight releases that are soon dropping from Games Workshop. We purposefully are timing it to fall with enough time to get new kits and rules, build, and paint for the event. So check out the rules below!
Knight Night / Fight Night Two will be a tag team royal rumble style event held at Drawbridge Games, where Knights of all shapes and sizes will be able to climb into the ring and try and see who can make it to the end.
Knight Night / Fight Night Rules:
Teams of two Knights (can be a single player who brings two, or pairs of players who each have one) will be placed in a central, circular Royal Rumble arena. The goal is to be the last model standing–knocking all of other competitors “out of the ring”–and that last standing model wins the event for their team.
To start the event, all teams will have the Power Level of the two models in their team calculated. The highest two PL total teams will have their models start in the ring. After each round, the next two teams in PL are added to the ring (making their grand entrances, with entrance music if so desired).
Every round of combat all participant Knights in the ring are dealt a playing card, and play turns will run in that order: lowest numbers first, with suit order high-to-low in reverse-alpha to break numerical ties, so Spades > Hearts > Diamonds > Clubs, with Aces low. The active Knight will move, shoot, can charge and fight. Note that models attacked won’t swing back (there’s no ordinary combat phase). The goal is to incapacitate opposing Knight models by taking all of their wounds, which represents knocking them out of the ring (over the top rope). There are a few different special rules we’ll be using that will both help this happen, and give Knights a chance to keep fighting in the ring.
“Recover In the Corner” action: Declare at the start of your turn. Roll 1d6 and recover that many wounds. Can move (including advancing) but cannot fire any weapons, charge, or make any melee attacks until the start of its next turn.
“Re-roll Chip”: Every Knight gets one re-roll chip. Every Tag Team who put up a promo (posted on the Drawbridge event page, see below) gets a second re-roll chip per player participating in that promo. The player with the best promo (judged by Enrico) gets a third re-roll chip. Re-roll chips can be exchanged or traded as you wish during the game with other players. They can be spent to re-roll any one d6 roll (including the “Out of the Ring” table or the result of a “Recover in the Corner” action). They can also be spent to get rid of the card you’re dealt at any point for turn order, and be dealt a new random card from the deck. Note that no one will have CP’s to keep things simple, this is a sort of replacement for that.
“Out of the Ring” chart: Whenever a model is reduced to 0 wounds, they immediately must roll on the following chart (any model rules that might trigger on “when reduced to zero wounds” such as exploding are ignored). Conceptually a Battle Royale is about throwing your opponent out of the ring and their feet hitting the ground (indicating they’re out). While we don’t have an actual ring to be thrown out of, these are the results when the participants take those devastating finishing attacks.
1 “I’ll get you back”
Both feet hit the ground and this model loses. However, they’re not quite ready to accept that. They immediately get a single turn of shooting to try and take an opponent with them (using lowest profile), and then are removed from the board.
2 “Ouch, he’ll feel that one”
Both feet hit the ground and this model loses. It is removed from the board.
3 “Thats a tough break, J.R.”
Both feet hit the ground and this model loses. It is removed from the board.
4 “Hanging on the ropes”
The Knight hangs on, just barely. It is restored to 1 remaining wound, and cannot be targeted any further this round until it acts or until the start of the next round if it has already acted this round.
5 “Push thru the pain”
This model grits its teeth and keeps on fighting. Immediately roll a d6 and restore that many wounds to the model. This model cannot be targeted/damaged any further during the current opponent’s activation.
6 “You just made me angry”
This model channels the punishment into newfound strength. Immediately restore the model to the highest number of remaining wounds for its middle tier on its damage chart. This model cannot be targeted/damaged any further during the current opponent’s activation.
Painting Requirements: All models participating in Knight Night must be painted to a tabletop standard and based. Part of this hobby is, well, the hobby, so I want to encourage people to paint and get models finished for events. There will be additional chances at prizes for those who paint up a new Knight model for the event.
Tag Team: Players can choose to field two Knights from the following lists, or bring one Knight and team up with another player. You can choose and coordinate teams in advance, and we can also pair up likely allies on the day of the event–so don’t let having just a single Knight limit you. Come and have fun and game with new and old folks in the community alike. Activations are separate by Knight model, but victory goes to the team (even if one of the team member Knights has been eliminated). And we’ll have an extra Knight model with rules on hand in case we have uneven numbers to make certain all can join in the fun.
Knight Options and Choices
Knight Options: Players can choose any non-character Knight from the Imperial Knights or Chaos Knights codex with gear allowable from the data sheet (no relics or warlord traits). None of the rules for households or dreadblades or infernal/iconoclast or whatever the new rules hold for factions or for detachments are permitted, and no upgrades that aren’t part of the basic datasheet entry for the Knight are allowed. If the new codecies have stuff that are odd, we’ll review case-by-case. These are vanilla versions of the data sheets folks. If you’re inclined to run one of the Knights from Imperial Armor Compendium, just run which one you’re thinking of past me. All Knights must be Titanic, so no Wardogs or Armigers or other smaller-class Knights.
When is a Knight not a Knight: We’re not able to allow in every Xenos and Chaos faction, but applications to field other types are allowable if they’re comparable in stature to a Knight (note they may not be comparable in points). We know this limits participants in a way, but don’t worry we’ll be sorting out other new events soon (we’ve got a Biker squad based plan coming on the horizon, hint).
Lord of Skulls
Seraptek Heavy Construct
That said, you know you want to paint a Chaos Knight. Give in. Paint one up.
What about my special rules?
Instead of the normal faction or chapter or household rules (or warlord or relic or chaos mark or detachment or…), instead you get to pick one of the following Wrestling Roles or Tropes for your Tag Team. Everyone knows that what makes good rumbles is the storylines, so at the start of the event or before, you (and your partner) can pick the trope for your team, get your benefits, and cut that promo.
Wrestling Role / Trope
Start the battle as the good guy team, the audience favorites. The crowd’s cheering spurs them on. As such, at the end of each team member’s activations, rolls a d6. On a 4+ they regain one lost wound. The team can make a Heel turn during one of their activations if they wish (they have to turn on an another Knight while it’s down, or cut a nasty promo, etc.). If they do so, they get the Heels ability which replaces their Babyfaces ability for the rest of the game (cannot subsequently change again).
Each Knight in the team gets an extra re-roll chip at the start of the event.
Can only be taken if the team includes one of the Xenos options (Eldar, Tau, Orks, Necrons). You’re playing up your Xenos status in front of the crowd, and they’re booing like crazy. You gain one bonus re-roll chip each time you reduce an Imperial or Chaos Knight to zero wounds for the first time.
Either player on the team can spend one of their re-roll chips to immediately negate any opponent’s reroll chip usage. The team can make a Face turn during their activation if they wish (again, they have to do something kind: jump in to help a Knight that is being ganged up on or cut a positive promo, etc.). If they do so, they get the Babyfaces ability which replaces their Heels ability for the rest of the game (cannot subsequently change again).
The Mordian Screwjobs
Once, and only once, during the event the team members can choose the result of any opponent’s out-of-the-ring roll rather than them rolling. Be careful, the fans can get pretty angry at this one.
Make sure you insult the city in which you’re fighting. You come out of the gates strong. On your first turn on the table you cannot be targeted until you’ve acted, and you get a +1 to all hit rolls for that first activation of the game of each of the team’s Knights.
The Ricky Mortons
You know your job is to take a beating. So take a beating you shall. Both members of this team automatically go last in every round, but they both get the Feel No Pain (6+) rule.
The others might fight fair, you brought a chair. Notify the tourney organizers in advance if you’re doing this one. If you have a folding chair (or ladder or table) modeled at the size of your Knight model, you can use them in battle as an additional one-shot weapon. You can bring one (or a different one) for each member of the team. Revealing the rules now:
Chair Melee Str 16 AP -3 Damage 3d3 Special: This weapon can only be used once per game. When attacking with this weapon, you do a single additional attack with the Chair in addition to any other melee attacks. This attack gains +1 to hit rolls.
Charlie Browns from Outta Town
Okay, so you play Tyranids or Genestealer Cult and you’re not allowed at this match. Well, come in a mysterious costume and wrestle under an assumed name. This one is for the converters only: if you do up a tag team of Tyranid monstrosities with assimilated Knight parts or Genestealer Cult looted Knights, then I suppose we would reward your creativity. They must be modeled appropriately (show us pics in advance) to “count” as an Imperial Knight. If so, we’ll let you field it with the rules of an Imperial Knight.
Yes, promo. Players and/or Teams are encouraged to make a promo and share it in advance of the main event. Think of the pilot of the Knights as their manager, and cut a promo about how your Knight is gonna triumph in the event. You can write it on the facebook page by starting the post with [Knight Night 2 Promo] in brackets so we know what it is. Be sure to include a picture of your painted Knight (or tag team or knight equivalent). And if you’re really feeling it, feel free to record a video promo version. Be as creative as you wish. It’s not required, but you do get bonus re-roll chips if you try something (and the best gets even more bonus re-roll chips). So give it a go!
As always, we’ll have a few prizes for the event. Everyone who attends and plays will get entered in the draw, and players will get additional entries for various things during the course of the evening. Bonus entries for painting a new model for this event in particular, for eliminations of opposing models, and for being the first eliminated. Five bonus entries will go to the winner of the event and the model voted to be best painted by the players. The draw will be at the end, and players need to be present to win.
Drawbridge Games Events
And also as always, these big events are free to members. Non-members can participate for $5 and are absolutely welcome, but at the low price of a single yearly membership ($35 for the year, rather than any monthly dues) you get the benefits all year long: 10% discount on all product, 20% discount on select preorders, and ability to use the tables and terrain in the store for all your gaming.
Planetary Empires campaign continues to churn, and I slide to a more flexible raiding party role for a while to reset my force to explore some Ynnari lists that get me blending Drukhari and Asuryani forces (and maybe a few Harlequins at some point too).
The prophet had come, had walked the halls of the Craftworld and the alleys of Commorragh. More thana few had followed her, seeking guidance and insight or perhaps more insidious things. Followers of Archon Yraleath the Calcimineer noted that he had sent some envoys to make contact with those of the Saim Hann Craftworld, where their Kabal had some ties through varied exodites, corsairs, and more. There was a rumor that a Spiritseer was in contact with him, some long-lost ally who had spent time amidst high Commorragh themselves. The call of the prophet, the sounding of a potential for so much death, had motivated the sights of Kabal and Craftworld together on the planetary cluster Scylla Quintus.
The forces gathered in the Webway, united by the prospect of war against the varied assembled forces, war in the name of the goddess of death. Drukhari Kabalites stood in long ranks, eyeing their long-lost relatives amdist the Rangers and Guardians who stood in the Asuryani force. Yraleath stood speaking to the Seer, their conversation low. Sharp eyes noted a curved Hekatarii blade slung at the Seer’s waist. Had they spent time in the fighting pits, or a gift from some Drukhari consort? The opaque blue glow of their Seer’s mask gave no hints on the wearer’s demeanor, and their body language was deferential to that of Yraleath.At their feet glowed a single rune carved in the strange earth of the unstable realm. As they spoke, it seemed to glow, until lighting on fire.
Yraleath then spoke to the assembled forces. “It’s time for us to depart, to join our forces in attacking those of this system. The sheer scale of death and destruction these planets have seen have merely set the stage for death yet to come. Whether you believe the prophet’s words, or are here simply to chase some excess and violence to shave off another day of chase from She Who Thirsts, we go forth for war united. Fight in your bands, but know we fight together. It’s a particular delight seeing you brethren commit to war. A very particular delight seeing you needing… nay, wanting… to see your shots flense the foe, your blades draw blood. You grew up on the Craftworld, but inside is something older.”
The Spiritseer then spoke, their voice low but commanding as it modulated through the mask’s speaker. “We may work at similar aims, but we are different. Do not forget that.” The Archon bowed with an absurd deference, as if accepting the comment but also making light of it. The Seer continued, undeterred. “Our actions in these battles walk the line of death, bringing forth Ynnead as we are promised. The very spirits buried in our stones and our wraithbone cry out for death–the death we are about to mete out. Let us sally forth and destroy all we face. In the name of Ynnead and of the Prophet herself!”
Game One: Demons and Dust
The initial strike of the combined force of Ynnari devotees brought them to the outskirts of an industrial segment of a small town, once occupied by the mon-keigh. There was death here, and soon enough it revealed just what sort. The very walking dead–spirits of dust in armor–had convinced some cults amongst the mon-keigh to rise up and start unspeakable rituals to spread their predations.
The mechanized portions of the Aeldari force dispensed with the cultists on the left flank, whilst on the right a group of arena-trained wyches dove into the masses of warriors to tear them apart. The sheer bloodshed was unimaginable, as the wyches had to fight desperately given the tight quarters atop a small industrial platform.
In the distance, the rituals of the dust-suited warriors culminated, and daemons of a sort leached their way into realspace. The lines of Kabalite warriors barely got to fire before the malign sorceries of the assembled foes tore into them. Heads exploded and bodies fell rigid with destroyed minds in the mental onslaughts.
While the masses fell, the damage to the armored dust-warriors carried the day. Too many suits perished, and their leader fled on their strange disk-like conveyance–followed by their warriors teleporting to some distant fighting ship. The core of the Ynnari held long enough to secure the battlefield, and turn the carnage and interrupted rituals into work for the goddess of death.
Game Two: Breeding Nests
Pouring over careful scan data, Archon Yraleath found a likely spot to strike. The Seer may be a true believer, but Yralreath was more cagey. Finding a way to use violence and war to duck the predations of She Who Thirsts had been what he had done for generations. He painted pictures of the battlefields, triptychs of life becoming death, and it had held her at bay thus far. Tho each time, a bit less, he knew. That’s why the words of the prophet were at least worth listening to now. And if he could turn that Seer and their forces into a tool for his own machinations in the Commorragh, then all the better.
But that meant playing the Seer’s game, and interpreting the strange visions. After their prior battle, the Seer had spoken of the various ways the goddess of death was denied–the armored warriors of the mon-keigh with their dust bodies being only one such method. His scans turned up another: multiple tendrils of a cosmos-spanning hive fleet had reached Scylla Quintus, and the way that the fleet destroyed everything but turned it into more Tyranid… life… was perverse enough an affront to him. Their sheer lack of artistry, of freedom, of creativity in destruction? That was worth ending–and Yralreath pitched that much to the Seer.
Agreeing to strike at the hive fleet, the forces set upon a spot where an initial tendril bombardment had seeded the very ground with the invasive organisms that called to and guided their forces. The Ynnari forces were tasked with finding the various nests where they were buried and eliminating them, so that the spread of the Tyranid vanguard organisms would be blunted. Of course, some of the beasts were already on the ground near these, defending them while the rest of the fleet drew closer. Fierce Tyranid Warriors were cut down in droves by the Wyches, but they seemed almost limitless in response–and killed many of the area-trained themselves.
The Spiritseer’s Guardians rode with them in a Wave Serpent, and rushed toward the mental commanders of the Tyranid force. A pod of Zoathropes nearly destroyed the crew of the Wave Serpent with their mental onslaught. The pilot hung on long enough to deliver them, and the Spiritseer put an ancient curse of Doom upon them, which enabled shuriken to tear through their armored forms with precision.
The forces of the Archon and the Seer were able to unearth and destroy all four of the buried nascent vanguard organism nests–fusion blasts and grenades destroying each of them. The worse of the Tyranid forces were held at bay, in no small part thanks to the sacrifices of both Drukhari and Asuryani transport craft crew. One daring Raider interposed itself of the hordes of smaller beasts and the birthing creature that carried them, only to be shattered by their small claws and finally shot thru by the spines launched by the mother-creature. As the Ynnari forces withdrew in victory, they knew that deaths of some of their number were the price to pay for the goddess of death to tighten her grip on the system, and the eventual rise of Ynnead herself.
Plenty of painting these past two weeks. First, I finally managed to put the highlights on my second Ravager, this one equipped with Dark Lances. As I’m playing Ynnari right now, I’ll have to paint up a Heavy Support choice for the Asuryani to be able to field this one. But glad it got it done, as it adds more heavy firepower to my forces.
Very first of my Asuryani forces that I finished up was a Wave Serpent. I’ve got a pretty mechanized infantry approach to Drukhari, so to balance that I’ll need a whole lot of Wave Serpents too (tho I may swap back on occasion to a pure Drukhari list just to make progress on many Venoms). Pretty pleased both with how it turned out, and with how it matches my Drukhari forces well. These two armies are going to really click together.
Finally, I needed to complete the Spiritseer leader of the Asuryani side of the force. I did them up with a weapon swap to be holding a Hekatarii blade, to make them fit just a bit closer to my Drukhari forces. I will likely do up a Farseer too soon, but I had this model and they seemed good to try out the various colors (hard to do the arms/glove with the armor highlights, but do a different set of lowlights for the robes still in the same base color. I think it turned out okay tho.
Overall I’m pretty pleased with the painting progress so far, and if I’m going to hit 365 or more Power Level painted this year it’s time to focus in (as we’re nearing the end of April already). So I think it’ll be Aeldari that become the year’s focus–especially because when I set them on the table they look so slick and unified (even between Asuryani and Drukhari).
Painting Challenge 2022 Progress
Warhammer 40k Aeldari 2022 Power Level Painted Total: 115/365
As I said in my prior post, I’m looking to do a bit more of a narrative hook for my various Crusade armies of 40k. After completing the Archon, my next target was a model for me Genestealer Cult force. I want to also do a more modified Patriarch and Magus both, but I started with a model I’ve been dying to do since the cover of the new Codex. Tucked amidst the crowd of bodies (a whole lot of them very characterful in-and-of-themselves) was one certain figure that caught my eye.
The figure is in Astra Militarum armor to my view, has a bandage covering his right eye, and most importantly seems to be carrying a swaddled little baby… something… in his arms. I immediately told myself the story of him in my mind. As he seemed to have no particular sign of the Genestealer blood in him, I envisioned him as a Fourth Generation–the nearly human. But when 4th Generation hybrids have children they are 5th Generation Purestrain Genestealers. I pictured just that: his wife was pregnant with their little 5th Gen, and a segment of the cult was found out and attacked. He, learning of the attack, defected from his unit and ran to support his family. She was grievously injured, and in a moment of desperation het cut open her belly to save the child. It was born premature and stunted in this way, but it stubbornly clung to life, so he stubbornly clung to it. As I told the story more in my head, I pictured her as a Jackal Alphus and him as a soldier in a planetary Astra Militarum force. And as he was now in open revolt (having defected from his unit when he learned her forces were exposed), he simply picked up her sniper rifle and joined the swirling masses of the cult. The 5th Gen child won’t ever get older, and there are times when he believes it’s even dead, only to have it twitch with life. The man undertook training as a Sanctus, combining his military mind with his wife’s sniper rifle, and was even gifted a Soulsight Familiar by the Magus of his cult–which he’s taken to referring to as “older brother” in his frequent conversations with his stunted offspring. As a father, a caregiver, and a sniper all his patience is his strong suit: waiting for just the right moment to act.
With the model completed, I wanted to paint him up. I’m still exploring how I might add in Astra Militarum models to a force with the Brood Brothers rule. I’ve got a couple of boxes of the Death Corps Veterans models, as well as a few models that might be good Hades Breaching Drills (to carry the industrial theme forward). For right now not sure on what regimental colors I’d use, other than something that meshes with the existing cult tones. So I decided to do a slight variation on the Armageddon Steel Legion colors, where the greatcoats and gas masks could fit right in, with the splash of the deep maroon from the Genestealer Cult plus a yellow wrap or scarf somewhere. Pretty neutral still, and should fit in fine with my other Cult forces as the bodies of the Familiar and Baby both click to the rest of that force’s look. And it’s okay if they’re a bit rag-tag. Here’s the finished version:
I’m pretty pleased with the overall result, and he should have the desired effect of adding a fun character to my force that’s properly customized so I care about them a lot more. It’s worked enough that I’m keen on fielding my Genecult’s Crusade in my next Crusade game, so that’s a plus in itself.
Painting Challenge 2022 Progress
Warhammer 40k Genestealer Cult 2022 Power Level Painted Total: 75/365
Warhammer 40k Aeldari 2022 Power Level Painted: 57/365
Warhammer 40k Necrons 2022 Power Level Painted: 39/365
So part of my flip-floppery in the current Planetary Empires Crusade we’re doing (swapping from Genestealer Cult to Drukhari to Necrons) has been that I’m not yet really telling the story of my central character: the commander of my force. I’ve done a bit with the prose battle reports, but in all three cases the model I’m using is pretty much standard basics. Nothing special with the Genestealer Patriarch or the out-of-the-box Archon for the Drukhari. I swapped around the arm with the Tachyon Arrow for the Necron Overlord, but even then he’s still pretty stock from the package.
So I decided that I’d do up a more personalized leader for each force, which could maybe help me connect to the story, connect to my opponents, and have something extra fun to do with each battle. I started with my Archon. The build is below, made from a Crimson Court model (from the Direchasm Underworlds game by GW), with parts from the old Eldar Guardians box, back bits from Incubi (and shoulder pads from their thigh pads), the Blaster Pistol from the Scourge kit, the medic bag from the Death Corps veterans kit (Kill Team), some banner poles and flag from the Raider kit, and the big Clawed Fiend skull from the GW skulls set.
I decided I’d do my Archon as a sort of artist-of-death, to represent the way that Drukhari need to feed on the pain and suffering of their foes. He captures moments of suffering by painting them, and thus has the floating easel that he brings along everywhere in case inspiration strikes.
I used to do little tiny illustrations on stickers for my DM screen when I ran Living Greyhawk D&D events: every time a PC died I’d illustrate the death, and then add it to the screen. In this case I’m going to get white post-it notes and cut them to size, do little illustrations of the suffering of the battle on them, and then put them onto his easel (I’ll do them in red ink, as if he’s painting in blood). Then put them in my crusade journal to save them, a memento from each battle. Should be a really fun way to add some flavor to the games, and I’ll always be fielding an Archon because it’s such an ubiquitous piece for the force.
Here’s the finished model, which I’m really pleased with. My Drukhari color scheme remains really striking to my eyes. I like the Necrons and Genestealer Cult schemes too, but the red of these just pops–particularly with the occasional blue glows, the white sections of helms, and the lava bases that I use for all my armies.
And here he is with the easel, front and back shots both:
I’m really pleased with the way he turned out, and I think this will make for a lot of fun with my Crusade games. I’ll post the pictures of the little drawings I do for each battle to commemorate them when I get enough completed, that is if I stick with them long enough. /sigh. And I’ll do similar “story” models up for my other forces as well, to really personalize what I’m playing with.
Painting Challenge 2022 Progress
Warhammer 40k Aeldari 2022 Power Level Painted: 57/365
Warhammer 40k Necrons 2022 Power Level Painted: 39/365
Warhammer 40k Genestealer Cult 2022 Power Level Painted Total: 72/365
The Planetary Empires crusade continues, here’s the current map of the system with my force’s holdings. I grabbed a home base as a Star Port, and expanded to another Star Port on the ice planet. The advantage of those structures is that I count as adjacent to all tiles on all planets, which makes sense given that my Crusade represents an Acquisition Phalanx deploying from an orbital tomb ship.
Game Three: A Scythe in the Fields
“So many… unclean… biologicals…” said Nemesor Sebekh out loud, choosing to emphasize his ire by deploying his vocalizers. The group of Warriors next to him stood at attention, barely understanding the words he said. They were not part of their war-programming, so just washed over the near-mindless rank and file. Across the battlefield was a massing swarm of strange bug-creatures.
He let his distance oculars zoom in on one side of the swarm. Sebekh had to marvel just a bit: the sheer capability of these beasts to manifest the weapons they needed for a fight. From sword-like extensions on their limbs to massive bio-cannons, they were a strangely engineered race. In a way they reminded him of the destroyer cults amongst the Necrontyr: constantly refining their bodies to destroy all biomass. Sebekh shook his head: no, these creatures didn’t want to destroy all biomass. They wanted to consume it all, and turn it into more of themselves. They were unclean biology and needed destroyed, as fast as possible as far as he was concerned.
Sebekh sent a command to the Doom Scythe, to target the creatures that would be able to target it back. The crescent-shaped flyer dove across the enemy lines, scouring them with its flensing death ray and killing one of the massive gun beasts. A mighty winged leader-beast tried to reach it with flight, no doubt hoping its razor-sharp sword of bone could slice the flyer to pieces. But the pilot–some minor noble from his dynasty–jinked at the last moment and the beast’s flying charge fell short. The Doom Scythe turned down the lines and obliterated the other larger gun beast. With both of the gun beasts downed, the flyer moved to further distance to begin damaging the forces at more range.
Sebekh ordered his ground forces to close on the hordes, their burning gauss and tesla shots cutting swathes thru the foe. A few of the clawed beasts managed to reach the Ghost Ark and damage its integrity enough to deploy the warriors it carried, but other than that the biologicals were all stopped before they reached his lines proper. The last few beasts streamed away when their leadership fell, and the biologicals fled before him. Nemesor Sebekh felt that odd pulse down inside him that had reflected on the destroyers’ notions surge a bit. “Scour all life,” he whispered to himself, and began super-heating his body to burn even the grass he stood on.
Game Four: Night of the Wolves
With the Tyranids fled, Nemesor Sebekh set about ordering his units to conduct scans of the area. He would have preferred his Cryptek advisors be supporting the forces, but he needed their technical knowledge to find Trazyn’s prize for him. Soon enough, he got an interstitial alert from one of them. The Cryptek’s voice had a certain wheezing quality, perhaps an affectation from the time when she had flesh. Sebekh had hoped for news of the beacon, but instead she warned that a human ship was moving into high orbit at rapid speed, and that a land-based force was marching fast to match it’s approach. The human ship started dropping cargo containers which floated down on gravitic parachutes. A resupply mission, and by the looks of the approaching force it was another group of the augmented humans racing to get their hands on the supplies: no doubt ammunitions and fuel to power their fighting. “Now, that cannot do…” said Sebekh. He motioned to Warden Nesos, and issued a command to attack with all forces.
This breed of mutant warriors wore different, more utilitarian armor than the prior ones his forces had clashed with. They operated in much more tactical fashion as well, standing off and firing at times rather than simply rushing into melee with despite lacking numbers. A cluster of them guarded a spot where a supply pod was drifting toward, and unleashed their chemical propellant weapons at the Ghost Ark.
Sebekh’s Flayed Ones took a different track, and came up against one of the mutant biologicals’ transports. He hated unleashing them, as he had to watch for any signs of degeneration and curse amidst the others in his command. But they were effective at times. Setting them to tear apart the vehicle best they could, Sebekh readied another weapon he had brought for these battles. Too many of these mutant humans in their armor had refractive shield generators borne amidst their armor–and that was blunting too many of his attacks. So he had gone to the reliquary on the Tomb Ship and removed a potent surprise.
Sebekh’s dynasty, the Szerakhan, had captured a number of the fragments of the Nightbringer during their war of vengeance upon the C’tan. A row of them were stored in stasis units on the ship, and he had brought one along. Setting down the unit, he released the swirling entity inside out onto the battlefield, directing it with the enslavement protocols of its capture system toward the lines of the mutant warriors. A roaring metal suit–which scans said contained a corpse of a fallen mutant–rushed forward from the lines to face the swirling mass of C’tan energy, but it was quickly sliced down by the massive scythe of the thing. With the Nightbringer shard controlling the middle of the field, Sebekh’s forces were expanding on all fronts but one.
The leader of the mutants emerged from the transport, a frozen sawblade of a sword in his hands, and laid waste to the Flayed Ones. While they managed to drag down the squad that emerged with him, they were no match for his destructive might. Sebekh watched the carnage at a distance, and recorded the battle patterns of the great warrior. He would be a worthy match in the future. With the supply drops entirely disrupted, Sebekh ordered his forces to withdraw with their victory–to not damage more of their forces unduly. The sky-blue armored warriors would have to scrounge for ammo and fuel, and that would slow their advances on the spaces that Sebekh needed to search. “Good enough for now,” he mused.
Game Five: Mindshackle Interrogation
“Honored Nemesor, we have word of a human scout,” messaged Warden Nesos after a period of further searching–this time amidst the dusty ruins of a city. “Some manner of surveyor team for the humans has been creeping through the ruins. Should we intercept them and see if they’ve seen our objective?”
Sebekh sent glyphs of acceptance and satisfaction in response. His forces moved quickly into the city, and started searching the various spots where the surveyors may have hidden. Unfortunately, they must have issued a distress call, as with flashes of translation black-armored warriors from that same group of over-adorned mutant monkey-forms started appearing and massing for an assault.
His initial forces sallied forth to delay their attacks, including even his Canoptek Reanimator sacrificing itself to slow down the vanguard of the approaching force. The armored warriors fought well and with what he presumed they would describe as “heroism”. But their defenses and protection meant that they moved slowly. As long as he fed their jetbike unit things to distract them and whittle them down, he would have time for the search.
Ranged fire from the ornate monkey-form warriors’ weapons wrought terrible losses amongst his Flayed Ones in particular, downing all but one of the unit. However, one was still enough. Say what you wanted about the curse that held them in their thrall, but the one upside was that their scent for organics–at least those with proper “meat” to them–was ideal. It tracked the movements of the scout group of humans, and indicated to the Immortals where they were hiding: in a bolt-hole of a trenchworks.
A few were killed in the extraction, but the Immortals finally hauled up one poor Imperial scout–a trembling human who likely used his field glasses far more than the crude light-emitting sidearm he carried. Sebekh approached, and realized just what an inconvenience this meat-form was going to be. He couldn’t just translate away and take this one along for proper interrogation, and yet the warriors seeking to rescue him were coming in strong force and slicing through everything he sent to stop them.
“This needs to be quick, and I need to buy more time,” he thought. Sebekh ordered his Warriors into delaying actions. All he needed to do was keep the monkey-forms at bay long enough. The main group of warriors surged around the leader of the foes, and the combat ground on and on. The leader was close, had teleported in, and could only watch amidst his destroying of the Warriors while Sebekh issued a set of mindshackle scarabs onto the skin of the scout. As the burrowed in the man started screeching and screaming, as the skin on his forehead and temples writhed as the scarabs made their way into his very thoughts.
Again, Sebekh deployed the Nightbringer shard, this time to delay and confound the enemy with its strange permanence. Eventually it was smashed down by their forces, their blades finally taking their toll. The leader of the mutant monkey-forms continued to fight on, and Warden Nesos had withdrawn the Warriors to use their gauss reapers on him rather than continue the fight. Which was the window the warrior needed to attack Sebekh himself. The leader was lightning-fast despite his bulk, and Sebekh quickly realized he was outmatched in melee. “I guess I watch this one from afar,” he said, and recalled himself to the Tomb Ship while slaving his consciousness over-ride to the Doom Scythe so he could keep viewing the assault. The monkey-form leader seemed to do much the same with his own teleportation matrix that must be embedded in his armor, as a fusillade of tesla fire from the Immortals found weak points in his armor thanks to sheer volume.
At the end there were two lone warriors of the ornate monkey-form mutants left, suffering the fire of his forces while they stood back to back and slowly advanced. The had reached the edge of the trench, and could see only the remnants of the man they were seeking to rescue as he lay at the feet of the Immortals. His eyes were blank, glassy, and his jaw moved slowly as if he was speaking. Small bulbs on his head would bubble up where a scarab moved from one vantage point on his mind to another, crawling between skull and skin. With a final squealing screech, the last of his mind was well and truly stripped. Sebekh reviewed what had been obtained: only things of interest to the monkey-forms. Not a bit about his beacon. “Bah,” he said aloud. “Initiate full recall. Let the last of the monkey-forms have their rescue.” His forces began phasing out, all except the mindshackle scarabs themselves. They had nothing more to recover from the man’s broken mind, but Sebekh instructed them to stay. To become even more visible on his skin, and start causing pain. The ornately-armored monkey-forms would find their prize to be in very poor state, and no doubt need to carry out their xenophobic judgment on their own ally and subject of their rescue, thanks to the presence of the scarabs. “A little gift from me to you,” Sebekh said to the air, as if the monkey-form leader was there with him. “Enjoy.”
Finished up the Nightbringer C’tan shard. This isn’t the original Games Workshop model, but a resin model from Creature Caster (called their Death Elemental). I think it makes an amazing alternative Nightbringer model. Really pleased with how it turned out, and I like the way it’s got hints of the Necron color scheme in the metal portions and weapon.
A reverse view to show the portal it’s emerging from is below. This does a good job too of making it feel like a shard: just a piece of the entity of cosmic power.
I also finished up 10 Warriors with Gauss Reapers, these are the ones that get ported around in the Ghost Ark. Good to have more models finished to round out options for the force.
In all some good painting progress. I’m still behind pace on hitting the goal (today is exactly 70 days into the year, so at a PL-per-day pace I would be at 70. But such is, and I’m still really pleased with the project.
Painting Challenge 2022 Progress
Warhammer 40k Necrons 2022 Power Level Painted: 39/365
Warhammer 40k Aeldari 2022 Power Level Painted: 53/365
So my 2022 goal is to paint 365 PL worth of Warhammer 40k models for a single faction. Readers may note that I’ve dabbled with Drukhari and with Genestealer Cults already, and that I do have a sizable Night Lords Chaos force along with Khorne Daemons that I could work on. But I’m truly feeling the call of the Necrons. So I’m committing (a bit late into 2022) to painting 365 brand new Power Level of Necrons this year. I already have 100 PL (exactly, hah) of Necrons forces painted, so by end of year I should have a pretty Apocalyptic-size force if I stick to my progress. I may try to push to 500 PL total.
So every good goal needs a bit of inspiration and tracking, so here’s a listing of what I’m hoping to add to my force to try and reach the goals for the year.
As I go, I’ll occasionally update this master list–both marking units that I’ve completed and painted with black text instead of red, and adding any new units as I get a sense of what gets me to 365 points for the year and beyond. This set of ambition units is almost 600 PL by-the-way, so plenty enough to get to the finish line and beyond. This is just new stuff for 2022, not the 100 PL I’ve already got finished. Should make for a heck of an apocalyptic force, and the cover photo for this post is appropriate: as I’ve got long-term plots of a super-huge game against my friend Ryan’s burgeoning T’au Empire force (painted even in the Vior’la color scheme, no less). As an extra bonus I’ll also be painting up some Necron planes for Aeronautica Imperialis as well.