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1500 Point Blood Angels Vs. Imperial Fists Narrative Battle Report

My Imperial Fists Army:


His Blood Angels Army (Approximately)


Backstory
"What seems to be the problem Epistolary?". Lysanders monstrous boots echoed through the halls of the freshly conquered corridors of the Tau stronghold. It had been a protracted engagement, one that Lysander had battled long and hard for. The Tau had dug in like a tick but Lysander didnt care. The blood of his primarch, Emperor bless his soul, ran through his veins, the same seige warfare genius. He led the charge alongside the men of his veteran brothers clad in the companies relic Tactical dreadnought armour closely followed by the 3rd companys Vindicators. However, the Tau knew they were coming and had set up in the inner urban areas of their once great city and were able to entrench many lines of XV88 suits, reinforced by Broadsides. Lysander was unafraid of their long range firepower, as was every battle brother that fought at his side. But neither were they fools. To simply run toward such a hail of fire verged on suicide, but he would not faulter in his duty. It was with great regret that he contacted the Frigate Vessel 'Blood Roar' that Lysander knew was in the sector. None other than the Blood Angels Chief Librarian was on-board with a small detachment of Sanguinius' finest were on board. Lysander was a master of seige warfare, but if anybody could end this futile engagement, it would be Mephiston and his Angels of Death. It was scant moments after landing that the Tau were in full retreat. Mephiston had landed on golden wings conjured from the great warp power blessed to him by the Emperor. He leapt from the assault doors of his personal Storm Raven, closely followed by the raging beast that called themselves Death Company. Lysander did not like these... abominations on the battlefield, but fiercer warriors, there were none. Mephistons great sweaping strikes cleaved entire Battle suits in two and within minutes the battle was over.
The Imperial fist Librarian turned as Lysander entered the room. "Captain, forgive the intrusion but it would appear there has been..." The battle brother paused and Lysander could see he struggled to choose his words carefully. "..there has been a disagreement".
"My time is precious brother, if you have one, please proceed to a point".
The Psyker drew a long, and worried breath. "It would seem our honored guest, Lord Mephiston, has claimed battle honours for the seige on Ksi'm'yen". Lysanders expression did not change. His face was lined and grizzled from many years of warfare, but the Librarian could sense the change in his Captains emotions and the air in the dark room of the barracks suddenly became electric.
"Thank you for bringing this to my attention brother, after your duties are finished here, get some rest. You fought well this day". Lysander proceeded directly to the bridge and ordered his helmsman to make contact with the Blood Roar. "My Lord Mephiston". The Captain did little to hide his contempt for this half man, half demon prince. "It would seem that you have claimed battle honours for our victory on this pitiful planet. The Blood Angels voice crackled to life through the vox in Lysanders ear. "I have Brother, had it not been for my men you would still be fighting this war now". Mephistons voice was emotionless and flat. Had Lysander not witnessed the terrfying whirling dervish that Mephiston had become only hours before, he would not have believed the man to be any sort of warrior at all. "My Lord, those honours are those of mine, and your, fallen brothers of the Imperial Fists. We have spilled the blood of our Tau enemy for many days and the Emperor knows the names of our fallen".
"I understand your Chapters desire for honour Captain, but i will not give up this right. It is clearly victory for the Blood Angels this day". The Captains patience was wearing thin.
"If you will not relinquish these honours, then may i suggest..." The Captain grinned. "Honour Games... The planet below us now has great war domes for its previous inhabitants to train in the field of battle. May i suggest that we decide the fate of the battle honours there. Chapter to Chapter". There was a pause and after many moments of silence, and many worried looks from the crew of the cruiser the reply finally came.
"Your terms are Accepted. May the Emperor protect". The vox bead went silent in the Captains ear. The grin on his face only grew wider. He and all his brother knew exactly what the Librarian meant. "May the Emperor protect you".

Battle Report

Imperial Fist Turn 1:
The Imperial Fists setup a great line of firepower. if it was one thing that Lysander knew the Blood Angels couldnt resist, it was to charge a stationary line. But Lysander would great them personally, Fist of Dorn at the ready. However, no ships appeared. No burst of jump packs, no thunder of tanks, no log step of infantry. "Those deciptful dogs! They sit in reserve to avoid our guns? They will regret this.."

Picture: (ignore the dreadnought and termi's behind the imperial fist lines)


Blood Angels Turn 1:
"I am your death!" The words of the mighty Furioso Librarian as it thundered off the landing pads of its Drop Pod. Lysander aboard his Land Raider felt the rumble of its feet through the tracks of his transport. The Librarian conjured the great powers of the warp and prepared to fire a great blood lance at the mighty vehicle. But somtimes even the mighty sons of Sanguinius cannot tame the fury of the warp. With a monstrous cry the Furioso was overcome, sparks of power flickered across its great body and its great legs gave way under the immense force of the attempted strike. "Ha! The blasted vehicle has become immobile!"

Imperial Fist Turn 2:
"Open Fire Brothers!" The fury of the Imperial Fists front lines were unleashed and a hail of fire rained down on the pod and its occupant. 6 missiles, 4 Lascannons, 2 Plasma Cannons, and a Multi-Melta were unleashed upon the foes and a great explosion emmited from the combined barrage. Lysander grinned, but the grin was soon wiped from his face... The dust from the blasts thinned and through it all he could make out the shape of a still untouched and intact Dreadnought and its Drop Pod. Lysander could see the Dreadnought was stunned, but he did not utter a word, he only tightened his grip around his mighty Thunder Hammer.

Blood Angels Turn 2:
"Full Speed brother, let our pressence be known". Mephistons Stormraven broke the sound barrier as it flew across the battlefield in its attempt to outflank a Devastator squad on the flank of the line. The Furioso Librarian sat still, unable to move its cumbersome legs and too stunned to fire its weapon systems.

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Imperial Fist Turn 3:
"If you want a job doing..." Lysander muttered to himself as he ordered his Terminators off thier Land Raider and toward the immobile vehicle. Meanwhile the rest of the line focused fire onto the freshly arrived StormRaven. "Hold on my lord!" The pilot of the Stormraven took evasive manoeuvres to avoid the oncoming barrage of fire power. However the Imperial Fists might try, the Stormraven was able to avoid any structural damage, however, the pilots head-ups display signalled the loss of its Lascannon. Lysander charged forward toward the half broken monstrosity and with the loss of only one of his Terminator brothers the Dreadnought exploded in a great cacophony of sound. The bodies of the fallen Space Marines were plucked from their armour with the Tau's own technology, transporting them instantaniously to the infimary. No loyal Space Marine would really take the life of his brothers.

Blood Angels Turn 3:
Mephiston leapt from his transport and had his keen eye on the nearby Devastators who quickly turned to face him. However, the Devastator squad had cleverly deployed themselves in difficult terrain and The Chief Librarian could not navigate his way over the twisted metal and rocks to reach them. "Clever boys" the Psyker muttered. Again, the roar of a stormraven whipped overhead and were almost immediately ontop of the Imperial Fist lines, this time carrying the heathen Death Company. The Land Raider took the brunt of firepower from both StormRavens, but the armour of the tank held firm. The Furioso on the rear of Mephistons transport had now undocked and made progress toward the nearby Tactical squad. It charged in with its mighty fists held high, but despite the great swipes of its arms it failed to land any blows on the squad. Unbeknownst to the Dreadnought the squad sergeant had planted a melta bomb on its hull and the walker was soon a smoking wreckage. The Sergeant lost brothers in the ensuing explosion but rallied his squad and focused his team toward Mephiston.

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Imperial Fists Turn 4:
Lsyander ordered his Terminators back abourd the Land Raider and made tracks toward Mephiston. This was personal. Was once more the firepower of the Imperial fists was unleashed on the combined Stormravens. Mephistons Stormraven remained untouched and the speed of the Death Company Stormraven was too much for the sons of Dorn and escaped with the loss of its lascannon aswell. The Tactical squad closest to mephiston let loose and managed to wound the Psyker. The lack of damage was beginning to worry Lysander. This was gioing to be a close call. Victory seemed in the balance.....

Blood Angels Turn 4:
The full fury of the Blood angels was thrust into the Imperial Fist Lines. The Death Company Dreadnought unhitched and charged the victorious tactical squad, hoping to avenge his fallen Furioso borther. With its mighty blood talons humming it made short work of the entire squad before they even had time to react. The Death Company led by Lemartes charged the incover Devastators and single handedly finished them off. Further behind the Imperial Fist lines, Mephiston burst across the field on wings of gold and charged secondary Devastator team. There was nothing they could do. Mephiston was untouchable. All that The Fists had left now was Lysanders Terminators inside the Landraider and 1 more tactical squad. The situation was becoming dire. To add insult to injury, both Stormravens unleashed the might of all 8 Bloodstrike Missiles on the Landraider. The noise of the strikes was deafening and yet the hull remained intact. The crew were rattled to the bone and the Machine Spirit had to take over all control to maintain speed and course.

Imperial Fists Turn 5:
"For Dorn!" The Sergeant cried. His tactical squad fired everything they had at the Chief Librarian. But it was the Plasmagun of Brother Corvalus that inflicted the damage and Mephiston was wounded twice more! Lysander soon followed up on the attack with the charge of his Terminators. Lysander and Mephiston squared off. The speed of Mephiston shook Lysander to the core and he imagined he moved as fast as his Primarch before him. The sight was awe inspiring. However, the Stormshields of the Terminators deflected the mighty blows of the Psyker and the Imperial Fists were without loss. Lysanders grip tightened around the Fist of Dorn once more and with one almighty swing of the relic, Mephiston fell. Mephiston looked up at the Captain and for the first time, Lysander witnessed him smile. "Well played Captain...Well played". And with that he vanished to the infirmary. Lysander rallied his veteran brother and prepared to weather a greater storm that Mephiston: The combined might of a Death Company Squad and a Death Company Dreadnought.

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Blood Angels Turn 5:
The Death Company gave a mighty cry and they, and their ironclad brother charged into the frey. The Assault was furious and with both a Death Company Dreadnought and a squad of Death Company reigning hell down on the Terminators, 3 of Lysanders finest fell. Behind the melee both Stormravens raced across the field toward the Landraider and with the only weapons left at their disposal they opened up with thier Multi-meltas and were finally able to wreck the mighty relic machine. Meanwhile, it was Lysanders turn to strike back. He hit the mighty Death Company Dreadnought with everything he had and severed a Talon from the beast but was unable to do anymore. Lastly the final Terminator struck back at the Death Company Squad but only managed to kill 1 member of the team.

Imperial Fists Turn 6:
In a last ditch attempt to reclaim glory, the last remaining tactical squad charged Mephistons Stormraven, the Sergeants Powerfist was finally going to see some action! But, alas, it was not to be so. The pilot was able to see the attack coming and evaded them with ease. Lysander fought to the last man but was finally overcome along with his battle brother. The Captain struggled to his feet and before the Tau teleport was able to transport him he let out a great cry. "Primarch-Progenitor, to your glory and the glory of Him on Earth!" And with that, the battle was over.. The battle honours were the glory of the Blood Angels.


Epilogue
Defeat was hard to bare for Lysander. His heart fealt heavy, not for the loss of the battle, but for the dishonour of his fallen brothers. But he knew the Emperor knew their names and the thought comforted him. His feet fell heavy on the floor of the dimly lit Tau corridor. The strange lights cast long shadows along the metal grate flooring and in the distance Lysander could see the Lord of Death speaking with a Sanguinary Priest. Lysander past the pair and cast them a fleeting glance. Without turning to face him, Mephiston bellowed down the corridor. "You fought well Brother-Captain". Lysander smiled and without turning back replied. "As did you... But you fell first!" And with that he was gone.

I. Love. This.

Only problem is I wish their was pics!

I will add some pics but please forgive:

1. The poor quality of the pics.
2. The Proxied models.

Consider it done!

Fantastic battle report. As much as pictures would have been appreciated, with your writing, I don't believe they are required. Good to see a report that reads and feels like a battle!