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I have written this battle report just as a bit of a trial at using narrative in battle reports, the events, as I'm sure you'll agree later, lend themselves to an exciting story in what was an exciting and incredibly fun game to play in. As I'm still pretty new to 40k (and we didn't have a copy of the BRB on us) my friend and I decided to just play a straight game to last man standing. Literally...
Rough army lists:
Dracon; shadowfield, power weapon, animus vitae, splinter pistol, trophy racks, combat drugs, hell mask
2 haemonculi, 1 on skyboard with destructo, 1 on foot with stinger, both with drugs and scissorhands
6 grotesques in raider
10 warriors w/ 2 dark lance, 2 blasters
10 warriors w/ 2 splinter cannon, 1 shredder, sybarite w/ tormentor helm, punisher
ravager w/ 2 disintegrators and 1 lance
Farseer, doom, guide, spirit stones
6 banshees, exarch
6 fire dragons, exarch
10 dire avengers, exarch
tooled up falcon
The board was a terrain heavy industrial goods yard with a railway running through it.
The dark eldar struck from the side with the platform, affording cover to their warrior squads and allowing the majority of their units to go undiscovered. On the left flank, the talos and combat squad faced off against a war walker, hoping to make swift work of the eldar vehicle before moving onto the foot troops. The right flank held the vehicles and dracon, with the grotesques and haemonculi braving it in the middle with the sniper warrior squad.
The eldar were hidden deep in the yard, with the avengers shielding the guardian unit with the farseer in and the falcon containing the fire dragons finding cover behind a factory with the banshees.
Dracon Yze-Kalat unsheathed his power sword as he motioned to his haemonculi to begin the advance. The plan was simple. Destroy the yard and the hub of supplies and communications to the surrounding areas would be cut off, making it oh, so easy to capture more of them to torture for his delight. He never could resist an eldar soul.
As he leapt over the platform he heard the first shots fired from the dark lances behind him, directed at the lumbering wraithlord looming through the mists. He sprinted on as the whine of the anti-grav engines faded away to sow despair and dischord through the eldar ranks.A third, lower hum rose to meet the as a falcon swooped up the steep rocky cliff to engage them, taking out the ravager with its bright lance, but not before the doomed vehicle could take down two of the lurking banshees with its disintegrators.
He turned and ran to take cover behind a building, pausing to catch his breath. As he did so, he noticed one of the haemonculi swoop up alongside him on his skyboard. The haemonculi always unnerved him a little, and he exchanged the merest of glances before kicking on again.
Loth Nar surveyed the battlefield with an air of contempt. Surely these twisted parodies of his kin would fall before the might of his pure eldar host. To his right the war walker was starting to make short work of a squad of warriors, though a slight worry had entered his mind with regards to the wraithlord. The colossal construct had taken a nasty hit from one of the darker brethren's sick parodies of a bright lance. Nevertheless, it continued its relentless march towards the battle line of the dark eldar. As he focussed his mind on guiding the shots of the wraithlord, he could sense the aspect warriors of the fire dragons pouring out of the back of their falcon transport and heading over to a stranded raider, completely unsupported, a real sitting duck.
As Yze-Kalat reached the dire avengers he felt the combat drugs the haemonculus had given him kicking in. He felled the first, his power sword humming through the air, decapitating the unfortunate aspect warrior with one stroke. He caught it on the follow through as he drove back two more before impaling the severed trophy on the racks on his shoulder. His arm deadened, a side effect of the drugs, and he cursed as the dire avengers attacked back at him, and was saved only by the confusing effects of the shadowfield, leaving his enemies striking at thin air.
The ground shook as the lone raider exploded. The melta weapons of the fire dragons had done their job, but at a price. Three of the brave warriors and two banshees who were coming round the building, hoping to assault the vicious dracon behind it, were caught up in the blast and incinerated. The aged farseer was brought back to his senses by a wash of vile acid sweeping over him and his guardians. The acrid smoke burned his lungs even through his breathing apparatus as three of his comrades fell around him from the foul fumes. As they cleared, he could see a warped looking creature on a flying board inject itself with something and ready a series of long, metal blades. It was a heamonculus! He swept into the squad, and knocked back 3 of them before they could strike, but as quickly as they fell, more of the brave soldiers leapt forward and dragged the creature off his platform, delivering a swift, fatal blow.
Things were not going so well for the dark eldar. Through his drug induced haze, Yze-Kalat could make out the wraithlord and war walker hitting his lines on the left flank, and the haemonculus dropping like a stone as the wraithlord towered above it. Obviously they had been given a bad batch of drugs today, the dracon thought as he ploughed on through the eldar. He could see the talos lying smouldering on the ground, the wraithlord's superior firearms having put THAT out of its misery. He heard the scream of the howling banshees charging towards him, and turned to face them, leaving the dire avengers striking at shadows, cleaving both remaining banshees to the ground before they could bring their weapons to bear on him. There was to be no let-up for him though, for no sooner had the last banshee hit the ground, a squad of guardians was upon him. He saw amongst them the emotionless mask of the farseer. At last! He thought, someone worthy of my attention.
The venerable farseer sensed a weakness in the dark eldar's armour. The dracon was tiring, and around him his troops were dropping like flies. The wraithlord was cleaving his way slowly and surely through the squad of the haemonculi's grotesque creations and the fire dragons had seen off the assault of the warrior squad that had rushed them from the cover of the platform's edge. Everyone besides the dracon had fallen, and now, surely, time was running out. He led his guardians in a final charge and readied his singing spear to deliver the blow.
Having driven off the banshees and the remaining dire avengers, Yze-Kalat stood in skock as a singing spear whizzed past his ear. That shadowfield was certainly proving its worth today. As he faced the farseer, they both stood still, gazes fixed upon each other.
Waiting for the first false strike.
As the farseer raised his spear, Yze-Kalat dived into him, and with a backhaded stroke, brought his power sword up through the ancient psychic's chest, rending a great rift in his rune armour.
He turned to the guardians protecting their master, and with them completely demoralised by the death of their leader, proceeded to cut them down one by one. He became aware of the looming figures of the wraithlord and war walker and spurred on by the fresh drugs coursing through his veins, by the blood left flowing in his wake, he tore into them, and felled them both with a series of withering blows before rounding on the fire dragons and finishing them off too.
He paused for breath. The battle had not raged long, but it had been a bloody affair. As he surveyed the broken bodies of his comrades and foe alike he became aware of one last threat. The falcon. He charged in again, readying his drugs to allow him to strike with strength and precision at the weak armour on the rear of the skimmer. As he did, he felt a darkness slide over him, and cursed the wyches for their damning drugs.
As you can see, this was just a little bit of a bloodbath. I'm still adjusting to dark eldar tactics, but am learning quickly not to underestimate a character on drugs!
All of that was true. Yes, the dracon did chew through a horrendous amount of points, almost 700 in total, which in a 1000 point game is phenomenal. N.B he did actually KILL all these models, none of them fled from combat and were cut down, it was just one man and his sword (and a little artificial enhancement).
In total, the rest of my models failed abysmally, killing 2 banshees from the ravager, taking a wound off the wraithlord and a few banshees and some fire dragons when the raider blew up in their face. I was very lucky to get forgiven quite this much and make the game as close as it was, a 130 point model is not normally such a one man army!!!
(As far as the shadowfield went, he took 20+ wounds on it, and didn't fail a single one. As far as the drugs go, he took at least 2 drugs in approx. 12 rounds of combat, (i think 3 3x and 4 once) only failing the checks on the very first (when I rolled for 4) and the very last when he rolled a double 6 to finally kick the bucket. All, and I mean all, that was left was a falcon.
Anyway, congratulations if you got this far, I hope I've been able to get across the excitement and enjoyment this game brought us, and that you've enjoyed reading about it. I'll shut up now! _CC
i knew the dracons were mean sob's, but dang! :vampire:
I just worry about what an archon would've done!
I'm getting a drachite soon, upgrading my dracon to archon and giving him some DElf executioners as incubi, slightly modified of course!