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I made the move before I saw he was back. Unfortunately, KK did not indicate exactly how long I_S would be on "vacation" and I assumed I would be running Ulthwe for some time and maybe until the end of Game One or Ulthwe's demise at least. It is only fair, therefore, that the move I made for 07 July stand. Sorry, John. I will think of these sorts of situations when planning for Game Two.

JohnHwangDD wrote:@ff: did you miss a move? Where are Red Corsairs?

My post for 07 July fixes this.

No biggie, tho I do note that he posted he was back before you moved yesterday, much less for today.

BLooooood! All bets are off kill the stinking eldar.



Armageddon (Alpha)
Night Lords (CSM) 14
Cadians (IG) 20
Ulthwe (Eldar) 9

Craftworld Iyanden (Beta)
Blood Axes (Orks) 20
Goff (Orks)18
World Eaters (CSM) 8


Ultramar (Gamma)
Freebooterz (Orks) 17
Red Corsairs (CSM) 14

Eye of Terror (Delta)
Kraken (Nids) 24
Biel-Tan (Eldar) 10

Alveus Alpha Alpha Sextus (Epsilon)
Vostroyans (IG) 19

Nicholai frowned as he read the dispatches, what were the Eldar xenos up to? Their foul manipulative ways were begginging to frustrate him, but he had no choice but to hope they continued to be true to their word. He would make for Ultramar. It was time to face an enemy that he could meet head on in the field, something to take his frustration out on.

Vostroya moves to Eye of Terror, Reinforces 1.

Armageddon (Alpha)
Night Lords (CSM) 14
Cadians (IG) 20
Ulthwe (Eldar) 9

Craftworld Iyanden (Beta)
Blood Axes (Orks) 20
Goff (Orks)18
World Eaters (CSM) 8


Ultramar (Gamma)
Freebooterz (Orks) 17
Red Corsairs (CSM) 14

Eye of Terror (Delta)
Kraken (Nids) 24
Biel-Tan (Eldar) 10
Vostroyans (IG) 20

Alveus Alpha Alpha Sextus (Epsilon)

Kaptin Dragnatz paced impatiently up and down oil-stained bomb-bay of the aircraft. He was a Bloodaxe Stormboss, and orders were orders, but this felt suspiciously like muckin' about. Why weren't they fighting yet? He knew Genrul Zag had a fiendish plan, and it was his duty to follow it to the letter. Well, picture - the scribbled crayon drawing of the battle-plan the warboss had thrust at him as they embarked had been quite specific, and it wouldn't do to let Da Genrul down. He had been known to rip heads off at the merest hint of insubordination. The Stormboss spat a large gobbet of phlegm onto the soot-blackened deck and cleared his throat. Making great show of checking his Kommando wristwatch (actually a wall-clock 'liberated' from the last Imperial hab-dome they had ransacked, and fastened in place with two ammo bandoliers) before taking a deep breath and bellowing over the junk-yard thrum of the Bomma's sickeningly loud engines, Dragnatz addressed the mob of assembled Stormboyz:

'LISSEN UP, YOU 'ORRIBLE GITZ! DA SMARTER ORKS AMONGST YOUSE MAY HAVE NOTICED DAT YOU IZ STANDING ON DA BOMB-BAY DOORS! DA REALLY CLEVER LADZ MIGHT EVEN BE WONDERIN' WHY...'

At this, several of the green-skinned warriors began to examine their surroundings, as if seeing them for the first time. Still more regarded the Stormboss with a mixture of bored indifference and incomprehension, examining the contents of a nostril with a clawed finger. Dragnatz continued:

'Dere is a very gud reason for dis - in exactly...' -Here he checked his watch again- '...5 minutes, we will be at da Eldar position. Dat's who we is going to stomp!

At this, the boyz let out a ragged cheer.

'Now, dis is Da Plan: Genrul Zag wants us to fly over dere and krump da pointy-eared gits, sharpish. Da only problem is, dey's got tanks and dreads, and loads ov gunz. Dead killy. So what we'z gonna do iz jump out of da Bomma right on top of dere heads, so dat we can krump dem nice an' quick before dey can brass da rest of da ladz up. Anyone gorra problem wiv dat? Any questionz?'

One of the stormboyz raised a hand: 'Yeah, er, Boss? Dis plan sounds a bit stoopi-' *BRRRRPPPT* Dragnatz silenced the dissenter with burst of his slugga, sending the ork's lifeless corpse cartwheeling across the hold of the aircraft. He fixed the remaining ranks with an emphatic glare:

'Shurrup, Magrat. Any UVVER questions?'

The silence, and a cloud of pink-grey brain matter, hung heavy in the air. The uniformed orks shuffled nervously, several of their number beginning to take great interest in the ends of their steel toe-capped boots.

'Gud. Now...' The Stormboss was cut off by the deafeningly loud 'DAKKADAKKA' of anti-aircraft fire. The Eldar and their humie allies must have spotted their transport, 'Da Albatross'. The aircraft dipped it's right wing, the pilot desperately attempting to dodge the incoming flak. The bomb-bay doors groaned ominously.
Dragnatz second-in-command, Sarj'nt Gorbad, yelled over the din:

'BOSS, DA BOMB-BAY DOORZ DON'T SOUND TOO STURDY - MAYBE WE SHUD FIND SOMEWHERE ELSE TO STAND!

'BOLLOCKS!' The stormboss replied. 'DIS HERE TRAP-DOOR IZ TOUGHER THAN WEEK-OLD SQUIG-MEAT! LOOK... *spang* *Spangspangspang*' At this, the Storboss began to stomp up and down on the rivetted panels of the trapdoor with his iron-shod feet, testing their toughness the only way an ork knows how.

'I don' fink dat's such a gud-'

*SPANGSPANGSPANG* 'Boss, really..' *SPANG* *CLANGCLANG*

'Gorbad! Iz you going soft on me or sumfing?' *SPANG* 'Dese doorz are as tuff as old boo- AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHH

The bomb-bay doors blasted open, 'Da Albatross' disgourging it's cargo of cursing Stormboys into the howling blackness.



The attack had begun.


Bloodaxes move 1 to Armageddon and attack Ulthwe for 1.

Armageddon (Alpha)
Night Lords (CSM) 14
Cadians (IG) 20
Ulthwe (Eldar) 8
Blood Axes (Orks) 20

Craftworld Iyanden (Beta)
Goff (Orks)18
World Eaters (CSM) 8


Ultramar (Gamma)
Freebooterz (Orks) 17
Red Corsairs (CSM) 14

Eye of Terror (Delta)
Kraken (Nids) 24
Biel-Tan (Eldar) 10
Vostroyans (IG) 20

Alveus Alpha Alpha Sextus (Epsilon)

JohnHwangDD wrote:No biggie, tho I do note that he posted he was back before you moved yesterday, much less for today.

That wasn't a move for 06 July, but rather 07 July (meaning IS doesn't get a move until 12:01AM "tonight"). It was just made one second early so that--as ff correctly pointed out--I needed to repost in order for the move to be legal. I didn't see IS's post because I was in "post reply" mode watching the seconds tick down before clicking "submit."

@Warboss Albatroz: Ripping good stuff! If BL ever does a book from the Greenskin-perspective they should at least ring you up to do consultant work or just flat-out hire you as the author.

Manchu wrote:@Warboss Albatroz: Ripping good stuff! If BL ever does a book from the Greenskin-perspective they should at least ring you up to do consultant work or just flat-out hire you as the author.

Cheers! Funnily enough, I have an idea for an Ork novel but haven't got round to doing anything with it, what with Uni and everything else. The story would be based around a stray ork fungus spore that ends up on a human agri-world and grows into an ork 'baby' (I actually don't know much about the early years of ork life, so this might not be accurate...), which is raised as their own by a childless human couple. Obviously there will be some drama involved in them keeping what, to all intents and purposes, would look like a mutant child hidden on an imperium-held planet. Also, I thought it would be quite interesting to explore the 'nature-vs-nurture' dichotomy in this context; can the ork fight his 'orky' nature and appear relatively human? Would he speak and act like a human? Can he fight the urge to KILLRENDDESTROYFRAG?
I also find the idea of him coming into contact with other Orks during a raid on the planet appealling - what would they make of an ork who is so 'human'? I like the idea of a Bloodaxe Warboss taking him under his wing and teaching him how to be a 'proper' ork.

I have a lot of ideas, but the only thing set in stone is the name: Humie.

This is thread-worthy. I'd recommend putting something up in Background. Just be prepared for the flames. This sort of story, to my mind at least, would do better in Fantasy than 40k. Unlike 40k, WHFB never traded in its humor for Grim Darkness (compare, for example, the covers of the Ork Codex and Army Book). Still, I'd like to see it hashed over on the Boards.

I dunno man, any book from an orky perspective is going to have SOME humour in it. I mean, it wouldn't be like Terry Pratchett or anything - it would still be 40K. I envisage it actually being fairly serious, with a sprinkling of humour.

Armageddon (Alpha)
Night Lords (CSM) 14
Cadians (IG) 20
Ulthwe (Eldar) 7---
Blood Axes (Orks) 20
Goff (Orks) 18

Craftworld Iyanden (Beta)
World Eaters (CSM) 8


Ultramar (Gamma)
Freebooterz (Orks) 17
Red Corsairs (CSM) 14

Eye of Terror (Delta)
Kraken (Nids) 24
Biel-Tan (Eldar) 10
Vostroyans (IG) 20

Alveus Alpha Alpha Sextus (Epsilon)


"Oi! Boss!!" Gragatz bellowed, " Dem sneaky Blood Axe gitz dun 'eaded bakk ta da Fightin..."

WarBoss SkarGob stared coldly at the Nob.

Gragatz continued " Der Boss muzt ave sum dead kunnin plan...dey gonna get ta da fight afore uz."

" I Give Ordahz ta Get Bakk in da fight...NOW..GAVVER DA LADZ AND GET BAKK IN DA FIGHT!!" SkarGob roared,Gragatz covered his head and ran.

Later,seeing the Blood Axes cutting down the Eldar already,SkarGob cursed and raged among his boyz.

" Dem SNeaky Gitz fink dey kan kill Panziess better den uz??!!" SkarGob roared " Dat Ain't gonna 'appen....You lot...get in der an show dem 'ow Da Goffz Kill!!"

WAAAAGHHH!!!

Goff(Orks) move and attack Ulthwe (Eldar).

Ugh, poor Ulthwe . . .

That was great, Da Albatross!
The orks are having fun with the dialouge.

Manchu wrote:Ugh, poor Ulthwe . . .

That's the Doom punishing you for attacking us innocent little bugs!

Nids move.

Armageddon (Alpha)
Night Lords (CSM) 14
Cadians (IG) 20
Ulthwe (Eldar) 7
Blood Axes (Orks) 20
Goff (Orks) 18

Craftworld Iyanden (Beta)
World Eaters (CSM) 8


Ultramar (Gamma)
Freebooterz (Orks) 17
Red Corsairs (CSM) 14
Kraken (Nids) 24 <<

Eye of Terror (Delta)
Biel-Tan (Eldar) 10
Vostroyans (IG) 20

Alveus Alpha Alpha Sextus (Epsilon)

NEW DAY!


Nids eat Orks (17-16) & CSMs (14-13), reinforce 1 (24-25)

Armageddon (Alpha)
Night Lords (CSM) 14
Cadians (IG) 20
Ulthwe (Eldar) 7
Blood Axes (Orks) 20
Goff (Orks) 18

Craftworld Iyanden (Beta)
World Eaters (CSM) 8


Ultramar (Gamma)
Freebooterz (Orks) 16 --
Red Corsairs (CSM) 13 --
Kraken (Nids) 25 ++

Eye of Terror (Delta)
Biel-Tan (Eldar) 10
Vostroyans (IG) 20

Alveus Alpha Alpha Sextus (Epsilon)

____

cleaned up formatting

Slaughter Lord Shamanos had ceased speaking. As his status of his fleet grew worse his cognitive functions gave way to pure rage and hate. With no where to run, he and his brethren became like a cornered beast. And like a cornered beast there was only one option. He roared his command at the mortal vermin in the bridge. They whimpered and obeyed.

Shamanos boarded a dread claw with his most trusted warriors. The other world eaters within chanted, working themselves to a blood frenzy. Shamanos was already there, he simply roared.

After an eternity the claw impacted onto the eldar ship. Its melta charges cutting through the wraith bone. Even before the iris mechanism had fully opened Shamanos was aboard the xenos vessel. A wayward eldar technician caught Shamanos' axe full in the face.

"I AM THE SLAUGHTER LORD!" he roared at the corpse.

As his brothers piled into the maintenance hallway, Shamanos bellowed what passed for commands. "ATTACK, ATTACK, ATTACK! BLOOD AND SKULLS! PRAISE KHORNE, SKULLS FOR HIS THRONE!

His warriors echoed his sentiment and began to carve their way through the vessel.

Armageddon (Alpha)
Night Lords (CSM) 14
Cadians (IG) 20
Ulthwe (Eldar) 6
Blood Axes (Orks) 20
Goff (Orks) 18
World Eaters (CSM) 9

Craftworld Iyanden (Beta)

Ultramar (Gamma)
Freebooterz (Orks) 16 --
Red Corsairs (CSM) 13 --
Kraken (Nids) 25 ++

Eye of Terror (Delta)
Biel-Tan (Eldar) 10
Vostroyans (IG) 20

Alveus Alpha Alpha Sextus (Epsilon)

____

Albatross that was ace BTW.

Nicholai hesitated. The Astropath had gone mad, rambling about a 'Shadow in the Warp', apparently the Kraken Splinter Fleet had set a course for Ultramar, on the same course as their ship. It would be foolhardy to follow in their wake, yet there was nothing to be gained for the Vostroyans by staying there.
"Ivan!" He barked "Relay this message to the Ulthwe Strike team, they are to meet us in the Ultramar system and recover. We will shield them against attacks."
Nicholai was loathe to use the Firstborn of Vostroya as a shield for xenos, but he had little choices. Allies were a rare and evermore valuable commoditty these dark days. As the ship churned through the warp he could only hope that the splinter fleet would be thoroughly...distracted.

Vostroya Moves 1.

Armageddon (Alpha)
Night Lords (CSM) 14
Cadians (IG) 20
Ulthwe (Eldar) 6
Blood Axes (Orks) 20
Goff (Orks) 18
World Eaters (CSM) 9

Craftworld Iyanden (Beta)

Ultramar (Gamma)
Freebooterz (Orks) 16
Red Corsairs (CSM) 13
Kraken (Nids) 25
Vostroyans (IG) 20

Eye of Terror (Delta)
Biel-Tan (Eldar) 10


Alveus Alpha Alpha Sextus (Epsilon)

If IG don't get their own ships, how the hell am I moving from sector to sector?

EDIT: Bugger it all! thanks Shaman

Fix your board EF.

Ha no problem..

Thats why I edit my story in after my move.

Bloodaxes attack Ulthwe for 1.

Armageddon (Alpha)
Night Lords (CSM) 14
Cadians (IG) 20
Ulthwe (Eldar) 5
Goff (Orks) 18
World Eaters (CSM) 9
Blood Axes (Orks) 20

Craftworld Iyanden (Beta)


Ultramar (Gamma)
Freebooterz (Orks) 16
Red Corsairs (CSM) 13
Kraken (Nids) 25
Vostroyans (IG) 20

Eye of Terror (Delta)
Biel-Tan (Eldar) 10


Alveus Alpha Alpha Sextus (Epsilon)

Do Orks still have to move if they want to attack in this game? Edit: Nevermind, I'm just being thick. I read it as 'may only attack after moving', instead of 'may only attack after moving (not before). Dumbass.

I think Manchu explicitly stated that all races should be able to remain stationary and still attack.

Albatross wrote:Do Orks still have to move if they want to attack in this game?

Edit: Nevermind, I'm just being thick. I read it as 'may only attack after moving', instead of 'may only attack after moving (not before).

Do you want a RAW answer, or a RAI answer?

Do you need a GWAR response?

Finally the Strike Cruiser had gotten operational again, the last attack had done more than it had originally. The Captain had bellowed in rage when the Eldar Cruiser had first entered the system and they had been unable to bring their lance batteries to bare, now though it seemed the malfunction had worked more in their favor. A large number of the Ulthwe forces seemed committed to the ground, tied up by the World Eaters and the ever impressive Green Skins, his own forces prepared themselves for one final assault on the Eldar, it wouldn't be the finisher at the very least it could still be a crippling blow. The bridge of the Nocturne Glaive was quiet, it's crewmen, much like the Glaive itself were preparing for the hunt. The Captain's hands tensed around the control rail as he gave the order to charge lance batteries. On the surface of the war torn world the Lieutenant welcomed the darkness before the strike, the Eldar knew what the night would have in store for them, he checked the magazine of his bolter an ancient relic from times long past, it wasn't the weapon he had started this life with rather a trophy from a long gone war that to him at least seemed like yesterday. Steeling his mind and wiping away previous victories from his mind the Lieutenant gave the order to prepare, the signal would come soon.

The prow lances had fully charged, in it's current position the Nocturne Glaive's energy signature would look like it was the life draining out of the Imperial Carrier it waited behind. It's prey though, as tricky and bathed in the warp as they were, no doubt had some inclination that it was there ready to strike. The only question now was would they do anything to avoid their fate? With surprising agility the Glaive emerged from behind the Carrier and let loose with its lances, it would only get these shots.

Like the etherial lightning that played across the Midnight Clad of the Veteran Night Lords they had struck against the Eldar ground forces, a quick strike, a simple attack with its only purpose to inflict casualties and deny their prey any respite. As their Thunder Hawks docked with the Glaive, the Lieutenant congratulated his Astartes on what he felt was a job well done. Their withdrawl from the system meant one thing how ever, there were bigger and more dangerous fish to catch.

Night Lords attack Ulthwe, move to Iyanden(Beta) and reinforce.

Armageddon (Alpha)
Cadians (IG) 20
Ulthwe (Eldar) 4
Goff (Orks) 18
World Eaters (CSM) 9
Blood Axes (Orks) 20

Craftworld Iyanden (Beta)
Night Lords(CSM) 15

Ultramar (Gamma)
Freebooterz (Orks) 16
Red Corsairs (CSM) 13
Kraken (Nids) 25
Vostroyans (IG) 20

Eye of Terror (Delta)
Biel-Tan (Eldar) 10


Alveus Alpha Alpha Sextus (Epsilon)

Armageddon (Alpha)
Cadians (IG) 20
Goff (Orks) 18
World Eaters (CSM) 8
Blood Axes (Orks) 20

Craftworld Iyanden (Beta)
Night Lords(CSM) 15

Ultramar (Gamma)
Freebooterz (Orks) 16
Red Corsairs (CSM) 13
Kraken (Nids) 25
Vostroyans (IG) 20

Eye of Terror (Delta)
Ulthwe (Eldar) 5
Biel-Tan (Eldar) 10

Alveus Alpha Alpha Sextus (Epsilon)

This is just getting ridiculous.

Chaos & Orks, who is going to betray the other first? There are no draws...

Inquisitor_Syphonious wrote:
This is just getting ridiculous.

Chaos & Orks, who is going to betray the other first? There are no draws...

Lord Shamanos ripped his axe from the last wailing xenos female. They had fought well, with unexpected fury and two of his brethren had fallen in their initial assault. But the corridors were quiet now. The xenos seemed to have abandoned this escort vessel with the time the wailing women had bought. As the battle ebbed some of his cognitive functions returned.

Shamanos voxed his flagship.

++What is the status of the vermin?++

An exhausted fearful voice replied.

++Slaughter Lord, the Eldar fleet has fled.++

Shamanos roared and decapitated one of the corpses in disgust. He took its gleaming chest gem as a trophy. He looked to his brothers, one was mutilating a corpse with a blade.

"World Eaters, scuttle the ship, there is no war left here."

With relish the berzerkers moved off to cause yet more destruction. Alone now Shamanos stalked the halls, hoping to find xenos who had not yet fled. Minutes past and he had found no survivors. He came to a door, almost as if he had been called there. When he keyed it open he was greeted by a barrier field. Through its blue haze he could glimpse a figure, a xenos creature standing on the other side, almost as if it were waiting for him. Through he barrier it spoke.

"Tainted deviant of the Primordial Annihilator. Hear me. You will not see the end of Ulthwe. This vessel is barely a fraction of its strength. I remain to tell you of your doom. Your alliance with the orks will fail. They will betray you."

Irritated by the sing song messenger Shamanos struck the barrier with his axe, the head of it disintegrated. The Slaughter Lord eyed the barrier warily. He searched the seams of the doorway for the mechanism, there must be a way to kill it.

The eldar continued. "Your only chance is to betray them first, there will be only one victor to inherit this sector."

Shamanos drew the chest stone he had taken as the xenos prattled on. He saw its eyes follow the stone. He crushed it in his hand. Such sacrilege stunned the xenos into silence.

"Your blasphemous race is a byword for cowardice. You hide from battle, from life and even from death." Shamanos tossed the remnants of the stone into the barrier.

"Your words are meaningless." Shamanos kicked the edge of the door in frustration.

His vox crackled to life.

++The Trophy Is Mine! Objective Destroyed!++

The barrier flickered. The xenos fled from the doorway as the barrier collapsed. Instinctively Shamanos fired his bolt pistol clipping the black clad xenos' shoulder. He saw it bleed as it dived through a portal. Shamanos gave chase but it was too late. The gateway was closed.

"Bastard!" Shamanos roared.

Like a strutting bull, Genrul Zag stomped through the detritus of battle, shattered bodies and smoking wreckage marking the remnants of the Eldar rout. His stormboy battlegroup had been brutally effective and had performed excellently, if slightly erratically. Several of the bombers had caught flak on their inbound flights, and there were mobs scattered all across The Verdant Zone, site of the Eldar base. Some had exited their transports early, some had exited late - by accident or by design? It was hard to tell. In any case, the old Warboss and his retinue had noted with much amusement the great destruction wrought by the downed bommas. They were essentially large piles of scrap-metal, welded together and hauled into the air by stinking, coughing, and most importantly, loud engines, engines which had exploded in to gigantic balls of flame when each aircraft had taken enough direct hits. The sturdy construction of the aircraft had actually worked in their favour - the fact that they had not broken up in mid-air when they had been fired upon meant that the stormboyz inside had time to hurl themselves out. It had also meant that the ammunition and bombs were protected from fire, that is until they entered into a spiralling nosedive and slammed into the ground like a war-god's angry fist, culminating in cataclysmic explosions which had been very, very killy. And funny.

Yes, they had laughed at that.

The net result of all this had been that sporadic fighting had erupted all over the Verdant Zone, stormboy mobs suddenly popping up from out of nowhere to cause havoc behind Eldar lines. The Ulthwe force had assumed it was greatly outnumbered on the ground, when in fact the numbers were fairly even, and the Orks had no trukks or gunwagons in the initial assault. The dispersed pattern that the jack-booted ork fighters had naturally assumed due to the circumstances of their insertion negated the threat of Imperial fire support coming to the aid of the beleaguered Eldar force - the orks were simply too spread out for heavy bombardment to work to it's maximum effectiveness. Faced with what appeared to be an overwhelmingly large number of enemies attacking from all sides, the Eldar commander had panicked, withdrawing to the relative safety of the space-port.

It was here that they had run into the Goff warband, and were promptly cut to ribbons. Da Genrul had laughed at that, too.


He wasn't laughing now, though. Now, he was decidedly vexed. What had started out as a fighting retreat by the pointy-eared gits had turned into an all-out rout, and the much depleted Eldar force had managed to escape by the narrowest of margins. Their vehicles were far too maneuverable to be caught by the comparitively sluggish Goff battlewagons. Zog it! Zog it all to hell! Why didn't those puny elves stand and fight? It made Zag sick to his stomach. He spat on the ground. Reports were coming through on the radio from the his flagship 'Da Klaw' of large amounts of dakka going down in the outer orbit of Armageddon Prime. Well, that was something at least. The spiky boyz must have intercepted the fleeing Eldar craft. Still, why should they have all the fun? They were good fighters, but they weren't orks, and as every ork knows, 'green iz best'.

Da Genrul was shaken from his reverie by the screeching sound of aircraft screaming through the sky, seemingly headed for low orbit. He turned to the hulking form of Borka, head of the nob retinue which followed him at all times and thrust a razor-sharp power claw into the sky, as if to threaten the very heavens themselves:

'Oo, or wot, is dat?', he spat in disgust.

'I reckons itz da uvver spiky boys, boss. Da red wunz. Looks like dey's goin' to a fight or sumfing.' The raised his heavily scarred brow, trying to appear nonchalant, as if a fight was the last thing he'd be interested in. One didn't simply 'suggest' something to 'Da Orkiest Genius Dere Ever Was', as Zag styled himself. Such insubordination was liable to cost the offender one of his eyes. If he was lucky. No, it was infinitely better to let Da Genrul think that it was his idea to follow the World Eaters' craft.

'I see' said the old Warboss. 'Goin' to a fight are dey? Goin' to a fight. An' I don' supposed YOU would be interested in ANYFING like DAT, would you Borka?'

'Hehe. Ok boss - if you says so...' replied a grinning Borka. 'Orders, boss?' The nob Kaptin brought himself smartly to attention, clicking his heels together and saluting three times, each salute drawing a sharp metallic clang as it rebounded from, and left a dent in, Borka's spiked helmet.

The Warboss sprang into action, in his element now that he had scented battle, no matter how faint the scent.

'Yeah, fire up 'Da Warpig' and gather da boyz - dere's no way dat humie is beating me to a fight! DIS. MEANS. WAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH!!!'

@BS, Shaman - Great stuff guys, let's keep it going!

Armageddon (Alpha)
Cadians (IG) 20
World Eaters (CSM) 8
Blood Axes (Orks) 20

Craftworld Iyanden (Beta)
Night Lords(CSM) 15
Goff (Orks) 20++

Ultramar (Gamma)
Freebooterz (Orks) 16
Red Corsairs (CSM) 13
Kraken (Nids) 25
Vostroyans (IG) 20

Eye of Terror (Delta)
Ulthwe (Eldar) 5
Biel-Tan (Eldar) 10

Alveus Alpha Alpha Sextus (Epsilon)

Warboss SkarGob glared in disbelief as The Eldar quickly outdistanced his convoy of Battle Wagons.

"Kowardz!!!" the Warboss belowed,kicking a hapless grot clear across a huge defelation crator.

" 'Ow dare deze stinkin pointy eared Panziess run fum such a good fight!!??" SkarGob mused,scratching his head and picking grot bitz out of his steel toed boot.

" Oi! Boss" Gragatz said cautiously, " Da boyz wanna know wut dey shud do."

Warboss SkarGob back handed the Nob across the face, "Tell 'em ta try ta find yer teef !!" The Huge Ork growled "...An don't botha me again..I'm finking!"

Gragatz hurried away,holding his mouth and swinging his choppa at a grot who was busily scurrying about,attempting to collect a few of the nobs teeth.

Finally The Warboss,rallied his lads " Awrite!! We'z movin out ...youze lot all get bakk ta da tranzportz...If da Panziess won't stand and fight...den we'z gonna take da fight ta dem."

Goff (Orks) move to Craftworld Iyanden (Beta) and reinforce.

Striking with unchecked fury, the Biel-Tan seek to avenge the Ulthwe blood spilt by the Chaotic vermin. Lugh grinning joyfully moves to join Danu and her warlocks as the launch the next crippling strike.

Biel-Tan Moves to Armegeddon And attacks World Eaters(1)

Armageddon (Alpha)
Cadians (IG) 20
World Eaters (CSM) 7-
Biel-Tan (Eldar) 10
Blood Axes (Orks) 20

Craftworld Iyanden (Beta)
Night Lords(CSM) 15
Goff (Orks) 20++

Ultramar (Gamma)
Freebooterz (Orks) 16
Red Corsairs (CSM) 13
Kraken (Nids) 25
Vostroyans (IG) 20

Eye of Terror (Delta)
Ulthwe (Eldar) 5


Alveus Alpha Alpha Sextus (Epsilon)