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Does that only include things like Meltas, flamers etc or heavy weapons, like Autocannons & HBs as well? And does it apply to vehicles?

each unit has various upgrades . if a guardsmen squad takes a flamer then the next upgrade will get them a melta, then a grenade launcher, then a stubber, then a plasma gun.

if a heavy weapons squad starts with a HB than they can get autocannons next ect ect ect.

tanks all start with the most basic armaments

Does a Demolisher cannon, for example, need to be gained as a new armament for a LRBT or is the Demolisher cannon the standard armament of a Demolisher tank? And what about Hammerheads and Battlesuits, which have no standard armament?

All tanks start with standard russ variants

the nonstandard vehicles will be equipped with the most 'common' armament

GAURDSMEN TABLE:

each upgrade has three types

type one: CC: 1 /shotgunners. />flamer

type two: AT:grenade launcher>melta

type three: long range: stubber>plasma gun

NOTE: WHEN ONE PREFERRED METHOD OF COMBAT IS CHOSEN FOR A SQUAD. THAT SQUAD CANNOT HAVE OTHER COMBAT METHOD UPGRADES

"Sound off!" Mkarth yelled to the assembled company, one by one each squad yelled for their presence to be known by their captain. Sergeant Blane marched up to Mkarth and saluted.

"Company's all here sir." He said.

"Good, anyone found a way off this platform?" He said, looking at a group of scouts that stood near the edges of the bookshelf the Tanith company found themselves on, nearly six feet above the ground.

"Uhhh, Ven did sir..." One of the scouts reported.

"Oh really, where?"

"Dunno sir..." Mkarth gave the scout an incredulous look.

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"Well sir, Ven isn't here so the rest of us assumed he must have found a way off without telling anyone..."

Mkarth facepalmed and rubbed his nose with his hand. "For feth's sake, someone get me a line to him." Soon, Mkarth held a vox phone and was trying to find Ven's frequency.

"Ven, this is Mkarth, do you read?"

"Loud and clear sir." Came the monotone response. Mkarth rolled his eyes.

"Where in feth's name are you?"

"Down here, sir." Ven replied. Mkarth looked over the side of the shelf and saw a single figure waving up at him.

"Ven, how did you get down there?"

"You learn a lot when your single handedly leading a pro imperial resistance against a chaos conquered world, sir..." He shot back. Mkarth shook his head and hung up.

"Alright this is how we'll do it, get out the rappelling gear, we go down to the next platform, re-secure the line on that platform and then keep going till we get to the bottom, sound like a plan?"

"Ummm....sir?" Blane said unsure. "The scouts are already gone, sir..." He said pointing to where the tanith scouts used to be. Mkarth looked down to where Ven was, knowing there was only one possibility. The assembled team of scouts were already down there, waving up at him.

"How---those boys have been hanging around Mkoll for too long, they're starting to give me the creeps." Mkarth said finally.

"You and me both sir." Blane said.

"Sir, I think I see our ticket out of this chamber." Domor said from a few paces away, pointing at another platform a ways away.

"Are those..." Mkarth began.

"Valkyrie gunships sir, doesn't look like anyone else is using em." Mkarth smiled.

"Alright lads, our destination is the helipad over there, double time, come on!"

The tanith troopers began to break out rappelling gear and soon, the men were all sliding down towards the ground...

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Targets sighted. [designation…tanith…] type…


…commander…removing

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immortal number 6985…attacking…

Marduks force
150 CSM
150 havocs
50 various CSM
200 various daemons
3 greater daemons
6 landraiders
19 rhinos
plus salvaged vehicles

that'l do.

EVENT: When trouble comes knocking….

DING-DONG!

DING-DONG!

DING-DONG!

“alright! Alright!! I’m coming…jeezus…”
Mark lopped off of the chair as the minis finished hiding and opened the door a crack. You never knew when you were going to be going eye-to-eye with a bio-titan.
As it turned out. It was just the African-American mail lady. Wanda

“morning.” Said Mark “what’s in the box?”
fumbling in her bag Wanda produced a letter as well.

“I don’t know…shook like hell though” she said before
handing mark the box.

Several minutes later, Mark was crouched behind a chair, while several ork kommandos who had dedicated their souls to him should they die, crept up to the box.
Their nob, Sneakshoot, raised his chainaxe with a mighty “WAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!” and as he cut the cardboard open. Mak racked his mind for anything that he could have ordered.

There was nothing inside.

Shrugging, he moved on, to the letter. It was labeled


“Tournament Info.”

As the company formed up at the bottom of the bookshelf, Corporal Nilson, a giant of a Verghastite with scraggly blonde hair and big tattooed arms, sat next to sniper Larkin on perimeter guard.

"See anything Larks?"

"Not real--wait a minute...what the feth is that?"

Nilson looked over to where Larkin had set up his trusty long las and saw what the wiry sniper had seen. There was some sort of metal man walking towards them and it held a weapon that Nilson had never see before.

"What the feth are you waiting for Larks? Kill it! Nilson urged.

"Patience..." Larkin whispered as he sighted his rifle. The metal man held ups its weapon and a green glow began to form at its muzzle...

"Larks..." Nilson said not able to look away from the thing. Suddenly, Larkin's long rifle cracked and spat a glowing red beam which connected with the metal man's head, specifically its eye, and sent it rocking, the blast that it had charged went wild and cleaved the air above the Tanith who immediately took notice and began opening fire on the figure which collapsed backwards. Larkin and Nilson were the first two to get to where it lay, and see that it was still alive and trying to get up.

"What the fething hell is it?"

"Does it matter? It tried to shoot us."

"Well its not dead, how do we kill it?"

Nilson smiled and pulled down his goggled, aiming his melta at the twitching skeleton.

"Back up, I know how."

There was a flash of light and a puff of smoke and the skeleton was turned into bubbly goop.

"Any other contacts?" Mkarth called, when he got a negative response he spat in satisfaction.

"Alright, lets move out!"

vio turned the corner and saw the color giver f=slam his hand into his face at the entrance door. looking around for clues to what might be the problem,besides a giant box vio could see nothing. "what is it color giver? did something escape from that box? is it that paper your holding? oh...its a shame when your girl leaves you,but you need to move on."

Kiku could hear voices from all around and gun fire, it sounded like a warzone had erupted from every shadow of this cavernous construct. Reaching the top of a segmented cliff face that was perfectly balanced to make 48 individual platforms and 48 even drops a series of collosal towers rose from each cliff segment and joined way up in the distance by another glossy tower that ran along a slope down the tops of each of the cliffs towers.

Kiku could hear the voice of the Creator from far below. These cliffs stood between her and her master, and their existence was unexceptable and unsignificant. She spread her wings once again to descend down into the living room. "Descending from the skyward prison, I have been freed to re-join the Creator in his mission to vanquish many foes. I will assist him and follow his orders to the word. Living for his use, existing for his purpose, I serve the Holy Mark." She rejoiced as she drifted down lightly in the air, calling out to Mark who was crouching behind a chair with a package and a letter, surrounded by several of figures which her vision did not make out clearly at first sight.

Landing elegantly on the carpet she began to pace towards the creator and resting a hand on her sword handle with her melta pistol held lightly by her side. Looking up at the Creator as she advanced towards him and the group.

Marduk looked at the work that darioq had done. The machine was magnificant. Yet it was only the bottom section. Which consisted of several track units and a large base. The rest was currently uknown to anyone but Darioq, but Marduk knew it was goin to be good.

Can I be a DAS Dread?

ChaosLordSam wrote:Can I be a DAS Dread?

(psst,take this to the OT thread.)

woke'd up now

It had taken several minutes of marching, but the company had finally made it to the platform...

Or rather the bottom of it...The place where they wanted to be was stories above them now, at least by their size. There they stood, looking up at the cliff face above, wondering how to get up to the Valkyries...

"We could use the rappelling gear again and climb up." Blane suggested.

"And how do we secure it?" Mkarth countered. Blane shrugged.

"Maybe we could make some sort of grappling hook?" Fols interjected

"What and throw it up there? Not even Bragg has that kind of arm." Mkarth came back.

"What sir?" Bragg asked from behind the group of officers, hearing his name called.

"Nothing, keep watch on the perimeter." Mkarth said, not looking down from their goal.

"Maybe we could..." He began as he looked around, he noticed the scouts were again gone without a trace and trailed off.

"Aw feth." Blane said exasperatedly as he also figured out what was going on.

"Did anyone see where they went?" Fols asked the assembled company, everyone began looking around confusedly, not knowing what was going on and shaking their heads.

"How about you Larks?" Mkarth asked the sniper, reasoning if anyone could catch the scouts disappearing act it would be him.

"No, but I know where they are." He said looking up towards the cliff face and pointing. Mkarth almost didn't want to look up there but did anyway and was greeted by one of the scouts leaning over the edge and waving at him. Mkarth sighed and accessed his vox.

"Mkarth to scout, nice stunt, over."

"Why thank you sir, that was Mktayl's doing actually..." Bonin said over the vox.

"See the Valkyries?"

"Yes sir, there's a squadron up here with pilots who've been on standby for a while, they say they're authorized to give us a drop off at an LZ a few chambers over, apparently there are other soldiers over there that they thought might be Tanith."

"Your telling me those pilots saw another Tanith unit in the area?"

"I dunno sir, but from what the pilots said, the way those other soldiers acted, we reminded them of those guys."

Mkarth thought about this for a moment and finally decided finding an area with other friendlies was better than staying here.

"Alright, ask them if they'll pick us up down here and give us a hop."

"Roger that sir."

Soon, the Tanith had all been loaded into the Valkyries and they took off, floating through the vault like chambers with ease.

"We're fairly certain this is some sort of hive, from the sounds of the radio, there's an army of heretics in the underhive and an army of orks outside in the waste, according to the reports I've gotten, a guard group got pretty messed up out there, haven't heard from em since." The pilot said as they flew.

"One step at a time, flyboy." Mkarth said, looking out the open side door, standing behind the door gunner.

Nice! working on an event now

“turneemunt? Whut da zog iz a turneemunt?” said one of the boyz. “well…technically you guys art supposed to be alive. In fact you are supposed to be little pieces of plastic” replied Mark. “following yoo so far.” Asid boss blastgunz from his position atop the mantelpiece. All of the minis were here, including some tanith and Irishmen that Mark had found in the hallway Mark continued“and people roll dice to see if you live or-” “BLASPHEMY!” howled the model of the black templar marshal across the room. Mark Facepalmed, “what?” he asked. “ONLY THE EMPEROR CAN DECIDE OUR FATES!” sighing, Mark told him. “well as the emperor has not come around yet, there IS no imperial creed right now.” The black templar looked confused. “IMPOSSIBLE! HE IS MY GOD AND MY ONLY ONE-“ “WHATEVER!” howled Mark, “some of you, have got to learn to stand still.”

The next few days were an ordeal. He would be bringing his chaos marines, tau and guard. But the guard were conducting ‘standing drills’ the tanith scouts were appearing everywhere, the tau were practicing mag-locking their feet to plastic bases and being confused when they had not stayed on, and the chaos marines had found Mark’s liber chaotica, and dark apostle books, and were debating whether or not he has the sixth chaos god.

as vio got more and more confused,he then learned vehicles were on bases to. "WHAT?!?!? how the hell does that work????er,ok...men,stop trying to fit your squads onto the tiny platform,besides,there to small for entire squads. we need lift and somehow balance are vehicle on these clear pieces of plastic." as silence followed vio just faceplamed knowing how impossible it sounded. "this is going to be-wait,look." alll heads turned to a pile of black stands the color giver had placed."how did we miss that...ok,so we all go on individual bases..thats makes more since....now,how the hell do we mount the dang vehicles."
"sir..it seems we need bases for the suits to...." jaw dropping,vio turned to the young tau.
"WHAT. how can they even fit on those tiny things???oh,ive got it." the following scene was the battle suits either standing on 2 small bases or standing on one leg in ballerina like positions on one.

Kiku followed 'The creator' around as he delivered the message to the different races in the different sectors of what he called 'home'.

She sat on his shoulder for most of the journey and yet he didn't seem to mind, or even notice much to her annoyance.

This was a delightful way to travel perched upon the shoulder of a colossal god. Being swept through the air at high speeds with each step he took.

Through out 'home' there seemed to be almost every race for the Imperial sector back home, xenos and imperial soldiers alike. All working hard to earn the creators favour.

"O' great Creator," Kiku piped up as they finished dilivering extra plinths to the Tau forces, "Would it not be more understandable to gather the leaders and teach them how to use these," She said inquisitivly holding one of the obsidian disks.

As Mark pulled up in front of the GW store, he glanced around. A muffled swearing was coming out of the carrying cases on the passengers seat. “Will you lot just shut up for a sec?” he grumbled. And hoisted the carrying cases off of the cushion

Phillip was also here. Playing Marks GK since his necrons had run off in terror from a large electromagnet

(the beginning of the tourney is up to you guys)

Marduk smiles. His first battle in years. He was happy Mark had opted to take them over his pathetic Night Lords.

Mkarth crawled through the dust and grit until he made it up to where Ven was at the very edge of their cover.

"All clear?" Mkarth whispered.

"Seems so, sir. The two Titans rounded up most of the other groups and took them...somewhere." Ven responded.

"But they're gone now right?"

"As far as I can tell, sir. I think they noticed we were missing but it seemed like they weren't too preoccupied with finding us."

Mkarth signaled to the men who were also on their bellies behind hm and together, they moved out of their cover out from under the couch. Soon all of the men were standing around covered in grey dust and lint. Suddenly, the Tanith were followed from their hiding spots by several squads of Kriegsmen who came out from another side. Initially, the Tanith were wary of the creepy looking guardsmen and all began aiming their weapons at the Kriegers until they put their hands up.

"Don't shoot! We're guard, like you!" One of them, a junior officer shouted.

"Oh really?" Mkarth said, waving the Tanith's guns down. "You the guardsmen that got hit by those metal things and the orks out there?"

"They came from all sides, even the heretics, not many of us left now." The Krieg officer said.

"Bad gak, that. Hows about you boys come with us back to the base camp?"

"Where is that?"

"A few chambers over, me and the lads made contact with some boys that call themselves "Scots" or "Irish" Emperor knows why, they sound just like our families back home..." Mkarth said, leading the kriegers away.

Soon they were back at the encampment and settled in. Mkarth sent the scouts to investigate the underhive and they came back with a startling report.

"Sir, it seems all the heretics, well, they're gone sir." Bonin said

"Gone?" Mkarth asked

"I think the Titans took them all with them wherever they went. That area down there stinks like one of their foul pits but its like they all just disappeared."

Mkarth got a grin on his face as an idea came to him. He called the Krieg officer over.

"How'd you and your boys like a little revenge?" Mkarth asked.

"With all our hearts, sir."

"Then grab all the explosives you can get your hands on and meet back here, I've got a plan."

oh crap. my garage is gonna blow up...

(ineptus, was it Yarrick's guard army that Mark took with him? There's so many forces and I've lost track. I can't remember whether the other Guard forces have stopped playing...I think they have...Garr! Curse my poor memory!)

Yes, Yarrick's

Kiku stand up from having been thrown around in the car journey. She snuck in when mark was getting his models together, having not wanted to miss this. She fluttered up to one of the smaller forcefields in this transportation capsule and gazed out into unfamiliar skys.

The Giant Games Workshop sign stood resolutely in the sky infront of the shops wall. She smiled at the sight of Mark walking away towards the shop with case in hand.

Flying out through the gap he left in the capsules barrier or 'window' as he called it. She followed him towards the gargantuan building. She was careful to remain out of sight and stay close to him.

As 'The Creator' entered the building by pushing open a collosal panel, Kiku slipped in after him. Looking around at the collection of other giants that stood around holding assorted torture weapons. (measuring tapes, dice cubes, glue)

She hid behind a case as one of the giants walked in her direction, careful not to be noticed. Luckily she had brought the Obsidian disk with her and had been practicing how to remain still on it's surface. "Infiltration successful," she muttered to herself, followeing mark with her eyes as he carved a path through the crowds.

Yarrick banged his power klaw against the sides of the box.
"Let us out of this infernal cage, lest you bring the Emporer's wrath upon you!" he yelled in anger.
"Will you shut up back there? Just get on those bases and stand still when we go inside. And if I see bullet holes in anything there'll be hell to pay!" Mark answered.
The troopers felt a judder as the box was put down. Looking out a hole in the side, the men could see many more Giants walking around, and they all had the same thing in common: they were unshaven, overweight and foul smelling. Many carried menacing looking weapons: wide metal strips that stretched many inches forwards, and bottles of liquid that could fuse a man to the floor in a matter of seconds.
"By the Emporer, this place is a meeting house of heretics! Who knows what infernal games go on in here..." He said, spotting large armies being pushed around, all sharing the same poses. Imperial forces and Xenos fought together; a clear violation of Imperial creed. Many smaller giants carried Ultramarine companies, all seemingly lead by Marneus Calgar.
"This is worse than I thought. I always had my suspicions of the Astartes, but to think the stalwart Ultramarines could be so treachorous! Cloning, off all things, cloning of their own Chapter Master! And there are many more than a thousand here. Many times more. This is clear violation of the Codex Astartes that they hold so dear!" The men stared in shocked silence. Suddenly, the roof of the box was lifted and daylight flooded in. Mark and another Giant were discussing something.
"You use Yarrick? He's useless! 185 points for some minor morale bonuses." said one
"He's one of the first models I bought, second edition, of Ebay! And his paintjob is pristine. Besides, mechvets are quite competitive these days. I left the powerblob portion of the force at home..." replied Mark.
"Quite fluffy, seeing as they're Armageddoners, to use transports. I still wonder how you have such a massive collection of them. They cost 25 quid a squad!"
"I got them at second hand retailers. Now are we going to play this game or what?"