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2000 pts wordbearers
1300 pts nurgle
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heres a link to the pictures of the game and terrain that we made specificly for this game
Thanksgiving Weekend: Stop the Ritual
A sulfurous haze covered the assembling massive Imperial crusade just to the west of the Dran’zur demon gate. A great summoning which occurs only once in a thousand years was to happen this day, yet the skilled astropaths of the Imperium had foreseen it and the Imperium had been planning this surprise assault for hundreds of years. The seemingly unnaturally hewn dome of Dran’zur stood in the center of a ring of great menacing, glassy, black basalt pillars; baroquely twisting spears of stone freshly emerged from the molten terrain just for the occasion. Unsuspecting mutants reveled in their heretic ritual amidst the truly evil setting, flailing grotesque limbs and moaning indiscernible chants as pious Sisters of the Convent of Canoness Sabine filed on to a great basalt rock bridge, grasping their rosaries as they whispered what may have been their final prayers to the Holy Emperor. Along side the sisters marched OÃ¯thn Stonewolf’s veteran Twilight Slayers of the Space Wolves chapter, a grim company filled with grizzled and gnarled faces, weathered by battle and the fierce winters of the fang. And marching too were the most highly revered Swords of the Justice, the Emperor’s most prized instrument of his holy war. They waited only for Inquisitor Hextus to give his order. The table of war was set, and the feast of battle was ready to begin.
Just on the other side of the grotesque ritual lurked a small team of space wolf scouts, handpicked by OÃ¯thn to carry out the honor of initiating the great battle. The wolf guard Vlad received the command through the com system in his power armor helmet to commence. Vlad nodded to Uferth, who proceeded to bless his melta gun in the name of the Emperor and Russ. The wolf brethren chanted together for the last time, whispering aloud, “we will meet again at the wolf time.” With that the crept forward across the crumbled ruins of some ancient rock formation, approaching the foolishly exposed rear of a wicked defiler. Vlad held up his hand and the scouts crouched, gripping their meltabombs, all save Uferth who stood undetected by the Chaos hoard, aiming his meltagun for the demonic generator running the great machine and knowing if he were to miss he would have failed the Imperium in the worst way possible.
“Russ, I ask of you: guide my searing rage in to the heart of my foes,” he growled has his finger unleashed molten doom upon the demonic war machine.
Across the battlefield the men and women of the Imperium felt the greatest of pleasures as they saw the explosion of the defiler blossom through the haze. Erik the Old and his long fangs proceeded to lance their targets with bloody execution. A lascannon bolt blasted away the turret of a shaken predator adjacent to the smoking ruin of the defiler, while a rocket simultaneously smashed into the hull of a rhino shielding the chaos line, incinerating it on the spot. With that Inquisitor Hextus gave a great shout which was responded to by the deafening roar of “FOR THE EMPEROR!!!!”
If the fervent yells of the crusaders were deafening, the voice of the innumerous holy bolters was paralyzing, as it rained leaden death upon first line of Chaos, festering disciples of the abominable Nurgle. Great fist sized rounds scathed the flesh of abnormally large mutants and pierced the thick carapace of plague marines, as the heavy pounding of heavy bolters wielded by sisters of battle rained swift execution upon those unfortunate enough to find themselves in their deadly line of fire. The front line of stoic Swords of Justice and bloodthirsty wolfbrethren surged forward, chainsaws barring their fierce teeth. At this point the shaken hoards of evil collected themselves and the retaliation began. The backbone of the Chaos supporting fire being fatally crippled was no discouragement for the frenzied disciples of hell. Mutants increased the intensity of their chanting as great orange lighting began to crackle from the tips of the basalt pillars. the zealots of the word bearers surged forward with great defiance, following their supernaturally tough plague bearer comrades into bloody battle. Dracus and his speed brothers floored the engines of their war bikes, bursting with great speed towards the left flank of the Imperial force. Dracus, knew that he had not long to live, for he was a demon vessel, and this was no doubt his time to unleash the Great Unclean One upon the servants of the false emperor. Once within a short distance of the enemy line he gave into the torturous pressure he had been resisting for days. Dracus was no more, but instead replaced by a grotesque monstrosity of infection and painful death. Nurgle longed to dance his dance of rotting destruction.
Nonetheless, the frightening surge of vile soulless heretics only ended the heroic lives of but a few soldiers, and was only able to encourage the zealous soldiers of the Emperor. Ten grey hunters rushed forward to hold the line for Witch Hunter Inquisitor Chastus, engaging in bloody, hand to hand combat with the giant festering mutants emerging from the smoking crater where a rhino once stood. Across river from Chastus charged forth a pack of eager bloodclaws, inspired by the banners waving behind them of their own Rune Priest OÃ¯thn Stonewolf and the glorious command of the Swords of Justice. Meanwhile on the right flank, Space Wolves and Swords of Justice charged down the ashen slopes lead by the champion swordsman and wolf guard battle leader Grendel Nightwulf, who was renowned for bring swift and icy death to whoever challenged his dreaded frost blade. Reloaded bolters again rained death upon the enemy which drew ever nearer. But hope was abundant as a fiery streak across the sky pounded into the ground, revealing a drop pod carrying a most awesome cargo: the venerable dreadnaught Vroeth. Vroeth emerged from his admantium horse and gazed with furious glee across the battle field at the Swords of Justice terminators freshly emerging from the warp. Vroeth relaxed the charred nozzle of his heavy flamer while simultaneously blazing away with his scathing assault cannon, tearing open a hole in a relentlessly chanting cult circle. On the far side of the battle, terminators reaped death as they do oh so well upon yet another circle of cultists as the wounded predator exploded only to reveal the grim faces of Vlad and his scouts emerging from the smoking of remains yet another vanquished war machine.
The tides turned for a moment just then, as the Great Unclean One slammed his great vile body into the valiant squad of Swords of Justice who were serving as the only line of defense between the ranks of fire support and the demon’s unyielding sword. Simultaneously, Vlad’s scouts witnessed a truly enraging tragedy as they emerged form the crater as a diabolical Nurglesque dreadnaught slew the mighty Vroeth, in all his majesty, with its unforgiving lascannon. The horror did not end here, as The Dark Apostle called through the warp for his demons to arrive. A crackle in warp space marked the arrival of a pack of bloodletters, lusting for nothing but violence. They got their violence as they massacred the pack of bloodclaws leading the charge of the command unit. This would not go unpunished however.
On both far flanks of the battle field the Imperials were succeeding. But one Space marine sergeant, Brother Malicus, stood between the fire support column and the Great Unclean One now, but he stood firm. On the other side of the raging battle the Swords of Justice once again proved their quality as they slaughtered a squad of traitor marines on the far right flank, and assault marines and Seraphim hammered into the cult circles with unwavering judgment. And now, with the recent bloodshed of their comrades, the servants of the Emperor had renewed fervor. The blood claws were soon avenged as their very own kin changed course in order to avenge them, rushing down into the lava basin with unimaginable fury showing in their eyes. Following them was an icy wind bestowed upon them by OÃ¯thn to bewilder their enemies. As the blood claws clashed with the bloodletters the command also rushed in with banners waving gloriously, and the holy bones of Brother Percius gleaming with the Emperor’s light, not to mention the ferocious Canoness Sabine. The demons were crushed summarily by the furious charge as Grendel Nightwulf led the Swords of Justice onward across the right flank, slaying four chaos marines in his initial charge alone. Grendel longed to avenge Vroeth with a passion when he saw his great wolfbrother’s murderer approach. Lightning crackled menacingly from the basalt pillars as he began to cut his way through the chaos ranks in order to reach his hated foe; the summoning was almost complete!
But all was for naught, as the long fangs, protected still now by Brother Malicus and also no by furious Chastus, hammered decisive fire upon the circles of groaning mutants. Meanwhile, the terminators and space wolf scouts, both realizing the urgency converged on one another; both weakened but undeterred and cut down every cult fiend in their path, only yielding when confronted by three giant obliterators. As Vlad and Uferth, the only two remaining scouts, were gunned down by a chaos support team, and Inquisitor Chastus lay dying on the ashen slopes watching brave Brother Malicus endure; the Brother Chaplain Sartha vanquished the dreaded dark apostle, charging onward to slay the last of the cultists, and Grendel Finally faced his opponent. As the ritual was ceased, the great basalt pillars crumbled and the chaos began to flee. Grendel Nightwulf would not go without vengeance, and flung his mighty blade into the wretched dreadnaught, crippling it to his glee, so that he could come face to face with the traitor and rip him from his unholy sarcophagus. Victory was theirs, and more importantly: The Emperor’s.
Sorry, but I had to edit this and add paragraphs. I think my eyes were bleeding or something. - Firedrake28
Last edited by TheWolf11; December 6th, 2006 at 04:33.
omg omg omg YES all hail the holy emperor!
Pretty cool battle description, but wouldn't hurt to put some paragraphs in there to make the reading easier. Aside from that I liked it alot.
its always nice when the emporer wins.....and maybe when the inquisitor dies...:shifty:
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Now I'm kinda curious what the title was that it got edited.
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.
it wasn't even bad in my opinion...im sure thatd make pg-13