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Once again I brought my Deathwing out in defense of Medusa V. This time against the Eldar in the Geryon Strip mines. We rolled off for mission type, and got a special "Nightfight" Wooo boy. (The write up is long...sorry about that. Haha)
I had my standard loadout
Uriel Bartholomew: Epistolary with Wrath of the Ancients and Might of Heroes. Force weapon/power sword and Admantine Mantle
Command Squad (Prime)
Terminator Squad 1:5 with ACs (Lance Alpha)
Terminator Squad 2:5 with ACs (Lance Beta)
Terminator Squad 3:5 with ACs (Lance Gamma *honored in rememberance of Sgt Malachi*)
Terminator Squad 4:5 with cyclones (Firefly One)
Terminator Squad 5:5 with cyclones (Firefly Two)
My opponent had a "Speed is Life" build. Everything moved at least 12''
1 Farseer on a jetbike.
1 squad of Swooping Hawks with Exarch
1 Squad of Warp spiders with Exarch
1 Squad Striking Scorps with Exarch
2 wave serpents Filled with 10 Dire Avengers apiece
2 Falcons (the I can't die versions with spirit stones etc)
One MEAN Exarch with a bunch of nastiness I can't reacal his gear though. Some kind of "Dragon" sounding guy. Not too keen on the Eldar stuff. Sorry.
To his dismay I decided to Deepstrike everything, and won first turn, letting him go first. (Boy they hate when you do that.)
Chaplain Lot narrowed his eyes as he entered the chambers of his old friend Uriel Bartholomew. His loss of his Brothers on Seybilis Prime wore on him like heavy weights. Lot knew Uriel's fiery moods, and brooding sulks. He rested a hand on his old friend's shoulder.
"You did as you must, you know that Uriel." Lot's deep voice soothed.
"Just as I knew you would say that..." Uriel smirked wanly, and shook his head. "Such a waste! I can see Malachi now, shredding the Eldar and walking heroic amongst their ashes! Such potential!" Uriel shook his head. "Such travesty."
"And yet you sought to..." Lot began.
"Die in a heroic last stand..." Uriel finished.
"I hate when you do that." Lot chided and laughed, carefully taking down the beautiful force sword, mounted on Uriel's wall, examining it. "Then you also can see why I came here?"
"Besides cheering me up? Yes, there is more work to be done." Uriel stood, and took up his force blade as Lot handed it hilt first to him.
"Your force is refit and you have new men this time. May they serve you well Uriel."
"Where are we going?" Uriel questioned, his eyes burning from within with renewed vigor.
"Geryon Strip mines. The Eldar are back again. Apparently there is something buried there that they wish to unearth." Lot narrowed his eyes and frowned at Uriel. "But you knew that already..."
Uriel grinned. "I was being polite my friend."
They both laughed.
Launch Deck of the Fortress Monastary Redemption
Uriel surveyed his new Brothers. He knew them all. He'd bled with them all. Some were newly raised to the Inner Circle from the rank and file. Proud new Deathwing members. He nodded and began.
"The Eldar seek to unearth some Xenos witchery...so we are tasked with making sure this does not happen." He glared at each, his eyes afire with anticipation. "We are to strike their forces at night, Deathwing style..." His grin broadened, and some of the more veteran Deathwing grinned back. "Five man lances, we're all going in hot. Frag anything that breathes, then frag it again. Understood?!" He barked glaring. As one his men saluted him. "Excellent. Sargent's prepare your lances to teleport on my command. I have the lead. Coordinates are uploading to your command readouts now. For the Lion!"
"FOR THE LION!!" the Deathwing roared. One by one the white blue haze of the teleportation devices kicked off, and Uriel's battleforce derezzed in a shimmer of azure ripples.
Planetside: Geryon Strip Mines
Uriel's eyes adjusted to the inky blackness. His helmet sensors aiding him along, outlining everything in a infra red glow. He spared a quick glance at his tactical display, noting with satisfaction that "Firefly One" had landed far to the southwest, taking up a high ground position on an ore refinery. Uriel had opted to land in the northeast quadrant, where intel had noted a waveserpent and falcon hovercraft were rumored to be sitting. With a final check around him at his command squad "Prime" he breathed quietly into his vox caster. "Let's Illuminate them..."
"Firefly One" took a knee on top of the building, a falcon and a waveserpent below them and to the east. Sargent Augustus grinned signalling. Cyclone launchers cycled with a ratcheting sound and a salvo tore into the lead waveserpent, peeling it's weaponry off with an ear splitting shriek of twisting metal. Prime unloaded on another waveserpent, its autocannons roaring and reducing the transport to a rapidly expanding fireball, the flames lighting up the battlefield like day. Uriel's eyes widened. His tactical display flickered and he cursed. "We're surrounded." he growled.
The wounded transport near "Firefly One" spun towards the refinery, unloading a host of Xenos warriors. An Exarch stepped to the front and Augustus heard him clearly. "Await my instructions....these Mon'Kiegh are mine..." The Astartes ****ed an eyebrow as the eldar leaped to the top of the building with amazing dexterity, unloading fire into them at point blank range before slamming into them. His blades raised, and a warcry on his lips.
"This Xenos has balls Brothers." Augustus growled. "Let's remedy that for him!"
Uriel motioned to "Prime" and as one they got low, the fireball dissapating and cloaking them in blackness again. He could hear the approaching Falcon tank, however no shots rang out. The tank could not see them! Uriel laughed. Then hell descended out of the Blackness. Swooping Hawks hit "Prime" hard, sundering the bodies of his men and tossing them aside like playthings. Uriel snarled and turned, ripping his blades from thier scabbards. The force weapon crackling with unleashed psychic energy, and the power sword thrumming as he thumbed its switch.
Just south of them, Uriel could see the Xenos Farseer. She sat atop her jetbike, and he knew she was grinning. She just sat there, watching her Hawks tear Uriel apart. She raised her hand and pointed at the Hawk's Exarch. He felt the tingle as she drew upon her psychic energies. "I'll be damned you Xenos wench!" Uriel snarled, and snapped her power apart, his psychic hood crackling furiously. His men screamed and died, and when it was all over, Uriel stood, surrounded by seven Hawks. His face lost all emotion, and he breathed flatly. "Come then..."
"Firefly Two" blinked in just west of Uriel's position. Sargent Rathos' eyes widened. "Farseer! Uriel is beset by the Xenos! To him! Aid him now." Rathos hefted his storm bolter and began to sprint down the field. "Cyclones! Tear the Witchwoman apart!"
Missiles roared across the field and straight at the Farseer. She turned with amazing speed, and put her arms before her, the krak missiles deflected as if off a wall and spun harmlessly to either side of her, exploding.
"By the Lion..." one of the Astartes oathed, and Rathos frowned.
"Do not falter! Charge!"
"Lance Alpha" blinked in a second later, to the south of Uriel. Right in line with a swarm of Warp Spiders that were hiding in a gutted ironworks. Hell erupted from their barrels, utterly annihilating the xenos to a man. One Spider remained, and he shimmered, teleporting into the ironworks. "Sarge, Xenos to the south of us."
Alpha Sargent nodded and motioned, his Lance turning to draw a bead on the next threat.
On top of the refinery, Augustus battled the Xenos Exarch. He fought like a demon but was unable to avoid the iron grips of the Astartes Terminators. Three men grabbed hold of the Exarch and Augustus looked in the Xenos' eyes. "Tear him apart, and toss the pieces over the side.." he grinned. The Exarch screamed.
Below the refinery, the Dire Avengers awaited. Instead they were pelted by the truncated limbs and innards of their Exarch. They looked up in hatred and swarmed the refinery.
"I think you made them angry Augustus..." Augustus shrugged.
Uriel rushed the Hawks, drawing on his talents to highten his speed, his strength. The Might of the Heroes surged within him. He spun, cutting down one Hawk with a nasty spinning backhand of his powersword, tearing another in half with the force sword that followed. He parried an attack and riposted, tearing out the throat of another. He moved like a whirlwind, roaring like a beast. "I will not let this happen again!!!" he screamed, remembering his fallen Brothers, and the surrounding horror of the approaching Tyranids. "I will kill you all!" He brutalized three more Hawks, then came to a stop. Blades lowered and hissing as the power weapons cooked off the blood that cloaked them. He raised his head and swords, crossing them in front of him. Meeting the Hawk's Exarch with a murderous grin, he whispered. "You are next Witch...." He laughed inwardly as she took a tentative step back. Then cursed, as he was rushed by a squad of Avengers. Apparently the explosion hadn't killed them after all.
The Hawk Exarch halted them before they could slay Uriel. "No...he's mine." Surrounding the Exarch and Uriel in a protective ring, the Avengers watched in quiet contemplation.
Uriel snarled and charged, blocking all the Hawk threw at him, but allowed his guard to slip momentarily, taking a raking wound along his ribs that tore his armor like paper. "Enough of this!" He roared, and stabbed her through the chest, then spun and bisected her at the waist with his remaining weapon. He kicked the dead body away and turned snarling into the faces of the surrounding Avengers. "I'm not done yet! Haven't you had enough!?" He charged into them, but they proved too much, exhausted as he was. Soon blackness overcame him.
He opened his eyes. Dawn had raised it's shining light to the carnage the midnight raid had wrought. Uriel tentatively sat up, the apothecary attending him nodding in greeting. "You will live Brother. Perhaps though you should try not to take on the enemy all on your own next time? It does make my job so much easier."
Uriel shrugged. "What happened after I went down." His Sargents were standing near him, and Rathos stepped forward.
"Well Brother." he began. "We saw you bogged down so we came to aid you. My squad managed to crush the Xenos Farseer, but we were too late to keep you from being overwhelmed. I pulled you from them myself, thank the Lion you still drew breath. "Firefly One" was overran by Xenos warriors. The last thing Augustus told me through vox is 'I think we pissed them off'."
"Did he make it?" Uriel asked, frowning.
"No Brother. We came upon his unit atop the refinery. They were badly mangled. However, minimal to no losses were accounted for the other Lances. Mine included. It was a slaughter Uriel."
Uriel grinned. "Good. Gather up the wounded and save as much of the progenids as you can."
Last edited by Chaplain Grimm; July 17th, 2006 at 03:43.
Well fought, brother-Chaplain, and well written. Good to see the xenos getting a kicking once again. Hopefully I'll be able to emulate your efforts in the coming weeks!
"Wife! You are abusing that Leman Russ model!"
I handed a beating to a Fabius Bile army, and an Imperial Guard army this last weekend too. I'll have to write something up for those.
Uriel is developing a berserker angle in my games lately. In the Imperial Guard one, he teleported into the center of my opponents units trying to run them off with FtD. Worked..sorta, until the next round had his entire command squad blown apart by two Leman Russ tanks, one with a demolisher cannon on it. So...next turn I just assaulted a unit with him, and by himself Uriel probably killed off more than half my opponents foot troops by himself. Seriously, he only had two squad left at the end. Both no where near Uriel. It was savage. I think I'd be more scared of him by himself than with his command squad. Haha.
The Characters who develop personas through battles rather than fluff are the best ones. I was really suprised to see how few Eldar were on the field compared to the numbers of Terminators. Those vehicles and Exarchs must have cost him a bunch. As usual, great report.
Chief Inspector Dreyfus: Are you wounded?
Clouseau: No. Fortunately I was saved by the darkness.
Chief Inspector Dreyfus: So what we need is more light.
Yeah he spent too many points somewhere. He had a ton of aspects. I think the thing that really hurt him most was the night fight scenario. He was rolling horrible to see my units, and I was doing the exact opposite. And I denied him a turn by winning first move and deferring it to him, while I deepstriked everything. Had it not been nightfighting, he'd have taken me apart, as I teleported in two by two. Getting my last squad in on turn 5. Was a darn fun game. Uriel is getting quite the personality through these battles, so I'm writing fluff accordingly. It's great fun. My gaming group actually "beefs up" the models or "promotes" the ones that show exceptional heroism, or resolve. It's better that way. Hehe.
Once again great battle report. I like how your character is coming along. I look forward to your next battle report.
Why use science and education when ignorance and superstition will work just as well.
Sure, Sure, you really trounced me... But maybe I can return the favor by posting my side of the battle eh?
The Rivalry is growing, and I have to admit, that Uriel is my favorite opponent throughout the campaign.
The darkness at the Geryon mine was palpable, as farseer Ulthiam glided through the rubble-strewn pits. His warhost followed through the narrow chasms rent in the earth, the grav tanks giving a low-pitched hum.
With a thought, he sent his forces forward, he had to claim the processing plant that was hidden within. â€śThe Mon-Keigh will be arriving soon! Be ready!â€?
As his forces took up their positions, Ulthiam noticed the familiar shimmer of imperial teleportation fields, as he felt the Mon-Keighâ€™s psyker probe clumsily into the immaterium. He felt the pain of his brothers in arms as they fell to the Astartes weapons, each death echoing in his mind. The warp spiders aspect warriors were virtually annihilated by a fusillade of weapon fire. A wave serpentâ€™s elegant hull was rent asunder by the mon-keigh missiles. Most of the passengers managed to bail out to before the vehicle impacted the ground, and they threw themselves into the mangled wreckage for cover.
Ulthiam smiled as he saw a unit of swooping hawks aim at the mon-keigh warriors who stood silhouetted against the flaming wreckage. Their lasblasters cracked as shot after shot fired into the unsuspecting astartes. The terminators fell and were cut down as they turned to face this new threat.
He felt a powerful psychic scream as the phoenix lord Asurmen was rent in twain by a trio of astartes with power fists. As the phoenix lord fell in battle, his dire avengers scythed down the terminators with a withering hail of shuriken fire before falling upon them like a pack of enraged hounds, cutting them down like cattle. The phoenix lord would be reborn, he knew, but his loss was still keenly felt.
The Falcon grav tanks circled the battlefield like carrion birds, firing at astartes muzzle flashes, but failing to inflict any casualties in the darkness to the heavily armored marines.
The swooping hawk exarch, Avariel, set upon the mon-keigh psyker like the raptors they were named after. As Avariel rained blow after blow upon the librarian, Ulthiam smiled as the crude psyker staggered and fell to his knees. On the verge of defeat, the librarian surged to his feet, and struck avariel down. Bitter tears stained his face as he watched her graceful form fall to the ground in a broken heap.
Ulthiam was spread too thin. More Mon-Keigh were teleporting in with every moment. He could not turn the tide. He had to buy time to escape. He wheeled his jetbike around and nearly ran down an astartes terminator. He barely had time to react as his jetbike was snatched to the ground, driving him hard into the earth.
And he knew only darkness.
I am not nearly as talented in writing as my good friend here, but I like to think that I am worth reading
Personally, I love it when players develop their own "named" or "special" characters. I don't really care about Dante or Mephiston or whatever...I'd rather make a name for Caedfel, Gasparus, Josias, etc
And, in turn, Ulthiam and Uriel Bartholomew Rivalry is also good. I'm developing one with one of our Eldar players, Farseer Lolakan.
Keep it up folks.
"Wife! You are abusing that Leman Russ model!"