War Kitten wrote:
Just as planned......

 Tactical_Spam wrote:

 War Kitten wrote:
Just as planned......

Not as planned?

 Kharne the Befriender wrote:

 Tactical_Spam wrote:

 War Kitten wrote:
Just as planned......

Not as planned?

Zuvasin?

 2BlackJack1 wrote:
Has anyone else toyed with ideas that would be completely unexpected when they're writing? Like, I wrote up a scene where Vayden shoots Isos in the back several times, and walked off into the distance, when in reality he was rushing forwards to help him, but I changed how it happened for the fun of it, before switching back to what actually would happen. Does anyone else do something similar?

 War Kitten wrote:
So in my Knight pitch I mentioned losing all of the older, veteran Knights against CSM, and I was thinking of having one of the warbands present in this Crusade be the one responsible (as I think it could lead to some interesting fluff), would any of the CSM players object to this? If not, would anyone care to claim responsibility and thus start a grudge match against my Knights?

They were approaching the planet, it was time. Grulahk rose from his throne and acknowledged his guard. He turned to his left and walked towards the hangar, he passed Ultarn who followed behind him. Ultarn was the Lord of the Warrior Legions, a formidable warrior in combat and a brilliant on the fly tactician. Grulahk continued towards the hangar through the scarab pits, Numek was soon behind him as well, him and his pet scarab Kephri. Numek was the Cryptek of Lesser Swarms, and creator of the Canoptek Locusts that were guarded on Voor’Han. Finally Grulahk had made it to the command perch in the hangar, Ultarn stepped to his left and Numek stepped to his right. Grulahk looked at his Court with pride before speaking to his gathered legions, “We have arrived at Crion. Kageros sent us with but one command, ‘Bring this planet under OUR influence.’ “ He looked upon his legions and felt good, he liked saying that, ‘His legions.’ “We are not here for the other Necrons, they forsake us and so we forsake them, and we are stronger for it. This is our time for reclamation. This is our time for conquest. This is our time to reach out into the galaxy and show everyone that it is ours by right! If we can not bring it under our control, or into our alliance, then we will burn it, kill it, and strengthen our galaxy.” He shot his arm into the air, and in his hand was Rak’than’s staff. Ultarn raised his arm, then Numek, then the rest of the legions. Grulahk couldn’t have felt more confident of his legions, “No peace but war!” The entirety of the legions replied, “No life but death!” The shout reverberated through Grulahk’s metallic hull and through the ship. Grulahk bellowed, “TO WAR!”
The Legions were assembled...
The Swarms were roused...
The War Engines powered to life...
Grulahk, Second Nemesor of the Kageros Dynasty, Ascendant Warrior, Master of Reclamation...
Marched to war…

 aldo wrote:
Wait, when I asked about what kind of scale I'm working with chazz sad "oh, we're trying to keep it balanced so your fort gets 1-3 regiments". I mean, my boys are a hopelessly outclassed bunch of casual scrubs, but with two infantry regiments and another regiment's worth of support plus air support thay should hold against that. Maybe. If the wind is on their side. And they don't gak themselves. And their guns actually work...

Ok, those poor sentient cardboard cutouts won't know what hit them, but your Necrons will have to spend a lot of gauss batteries to kill them all, the Imperium will probably condecorate me.

 Irishpeacockz wrote:
As for their paint job I imagined them to be dark purple with a silver trim but I discovered that to be similar to the soul drinkers so I added white on the helmets and other areas.

Any model pictures?

Spoiler:

Acting-Captain Aurelius
HQ Choice for any Space Marine army, or may be taken instead of a Captain or Chaplain in any Space Marine Demi-Company - 215 points

WS: 6
BS: 5
S: 4
T: 4
W: 2
I: 5
A: 3
Ld: 9
Sv: 2+
Type: Infantry (Character)

Wargear: Paragon Blade, Litura, Aegis of Praetoria, artificer armour, Iron Halo, frag and krak grenades

Paragon Blade: Aurelius was gifted this by Lord Marshall Karak during the Charadon Campaign. Once a relic of the Ultramarines Legion, now back in the Chapter's hands, Aurelius wields it. Although some of it's potential has been lost, it remains a powerful weapon in the Acting-Captain's hands.
Range: -
S: +1
AP: 2
Type: Melee, Specialist Weapon

Litura: Another gift to Aurelius, Litura was granted by Lord General Zonand to the young Ultramarine.
It is represented a master-crafted grav pistol, that may be wielded alongside Aurelius' Paragon Blade and Aegis of Praetoria.

Aegis of Praetoria: The Aegis of Praetoria is a storm shield granted to him on his ascension to Acting-Captain of Strikeforce Praetoria, following the death of the previous Acting-Captain. It has a powerful shield generator, and is also capable of infusing Aurelius with combat drugs if the shield is breached.
The Aegis of Praetoria confers a 3++ Invulnerable save, and a 4+ Feel No Pain save. This may be taken even if the wound would cause Instant Death.

Special Rules: Chapter Tactics (Ultramarines), And They Shall Know No Fear, Independent Character, Proving Honour, Hatred (Warboss Skulkrusha), Sorceror's Influence

Proving Honour: The Acting-Captain is desperate to prove himself to his Chapter, and throws himself into challenges heedless of the danger.
Aurelius rerolls failed Heroic Intervention rolls, and must issue and accept challenges if able. Look Out Sir! may not be taken on Aurelius, although Heroic Intervention can.

Sorceror's Influence: The psychic imprint of the Remnants Sorcerer has made Aurelius' mind his own personal plaything, making it resistant to all but it's own, and other similar, touches.
Aurelius may not attempt to Deny the Witch against Psychic powers from the Telepathy Discipline. However, he receives a +1 Deny the Witch against all other Disciplines.

Warlord Trait: Drop Pod Specialist
Aurelius' favoured tactic of close quarters drop pod insertion is passed on to his men, and enhances an already deadly assault.

If Aurelius is your Warlord, all units in the same detachment as Aurelius within 18" of him gain the Counter-attack and Shrouded special rules if they have disembarked from a Drop Pod that turn.

Probably broken as hell.

 Bobthehero wrote:
Aurelius seems not so broken, and congrats on not giving Eternal Warrior right away.

=====Wrath of Faust, The Void=====
Pallios contemplated the happenings of the last few months while waiting for his Stormbird to reach the half-shell of the Imperial ship. This sector was broken, but was rebuilding, and would be healed in time. There were still morsels of Xenos and Imperium alike still abound, but that was not why they were here. They had slipped in and started salvaging the broken remnants of whatever was left. This system was shattered and broken, perfect for salvage. The light inside the hull flashed green, heralding the arrival of the ship. Pallios stood and looked over to Lord Ogun and Lord Camalus and nodded. The 20 marines they had brought with them unloaded and began to look for what they could take. Pallios started his way to the bridge to see what he could get for his reliquary. It was 30 minutes later when he heard the deep grumbling voice of Ogun, “Pallios, you might want to see this.” “What is it Ogun?” “You’ll have to see for yourself.” “On my Way.” He took a second glance around the Captain’s Quarters. Nothing of note, he turned and began walking towards Ogun’s location. When he arrived, Ogun, Camalus, and a couple marines stood in a circle and looked at the floor. Pallios didn’t see it until it was right in front of him, a contorted metal corpse. Pallios' comms beeped again, this time it was from Lord Arawn, "Pallios, I bear good news. There is fresh conflict arising in the nearby sub-sector of Crion." Pallios turned to the others, "Bring it aboard,take what we have and return to the fleet. Get ready for war." He entered the Stormbird, "Arawn, set course for Crion, we will have prime pickings for the salvage." Ogun spoke, "Pallios what should we do with this," nodding to the corpse in his hands, "It is an odd salvage indeed." "Take it to the reliquary, we have more pressing matters."
=====Bridge, Ethereal Guard=====
Pallios thought of how to go about this, he did not want full scale conflict, but he would not be driven away. He looked to a servitor manning the console to his left, "Send word to the fleet, our primary scavenging elements are to remain hear and collect what they can. Leave the Al-chemical, Reaver, and Naga's coven here. The rest will come with us."

 Tactical_Spam wrote:
Speaking of intro, here's a part one to my intro. I will do a part two if anybody wants.

Spoiler:

"Forward, Arbiters, make them repent!" the cyborg-Astartes bellowed from his mount, a great saurian creature of the desert, wyrm, a flightless dragon. His voice was cold and metallic, much like his demeanor. He waved an eagle-headed staff above his head then pointed it to a domed building in the distance. Between the dragon rider and the building, were thousands of PDF ready to defend their home from the invaders. Little did they know, their valiant leader had doomed them all. Their planet had once been a valued manufacturing planet of the Imperium, but their Governor openly revolted the High Lords of Terra. He demanded their planet be run democratically. Foolish Governor. Now he assembled the rag-tag PDF to halt the Arbiters of Truth, a half-machine, half-Astartes chapter that rose like a phoenix from the smolders of their former chapter, the New Order.

They formed close ties with the Ordo Hereticus, whom demanded they repented their sins with Pentinent Crusades. They formed close ties with the Adeptus Mechanicum and gained enough augmentations and Skitarii to continue their crusades. They shifted from a shifty, scheming force, to a remorseless, merciless killing machine, in the entirety of the term. They trained up Neophytes with such vigour that most did not become full Astartes without receiving mechanical augmentations first. They weren't anything more than machines and all that was left of their humanity was faith in the Emperor and the Omnissiah. They were superstitious at best and obsessed at worst. The Arbiters believed every single action, every bolter jam, every fallen enemy, every augmentation, was because the Emperor and the Omnissiah willed it. They relied on soothsayers and mediums to predict the outcome of their confrontations. Most of their allies refused to fight along side them directly due to an irrational fear, though they would say it was rational.

Their leaders, a mix of a Chaplain, a Techmarine and a Captain, were Judges. Judges determined what the Emperor and the Omnissiah has decreed about whatever predicament was before them. Judges were in charge of morale among their Brother-Arbiters. Judges repaired the equipment and vehicles of the Arbiters. Judges commanded the Skitarii. Judges were the ultimate leaders. Each Judge wears an Adamantium mask sculpted in the likeness of the wearer. Each mask is inscribed with minuscule wards that protected the wearer from the harmful warp projections of witches and xenos alike. They resented the presence of psykers like Librarians, whom the Arbiters had a special hatred for. Ironic as it may be, they never went anywhere without a telepath nearby, as they would be lost without the guidance of the Emperor and the Omnissiah. The highest Judge, what other chapters would call a Chapter Master, was simply called the High Judge.

Accompanying the Arbiters of Truth on their crusades is the Adeta Sororitas Order of the Silent Lotus. The Order of the Silent Lotus originates from the same system the Arbiters do and as such their founding is inconspicuously close to the founding of the New Order, the precursor of the Arbiters of Truth. The Order of the Silent Lotus operates as Sister Hospitallers for the Arbiters of Truth in replace of Apothecaries, should an Arbiter actually receive an injury that does not require bionics.

* * *

Judge Sylus dismounted his drake and surveyed the stretch before them. The PDF were bringing their Leman Russ Tanks to bear against the Arbiter offensive. They would be smashed aside in short order, should the Emperor and the Omnissiah willed it. Sylus turned to his handler, Inquisitor Birminghold, who had brought them to this wayward planet.

"The enemy is before us, Sylus my boy! We must not give them a chance to recover," the Inquisitor shouted. Sylus could have sworn Inquisitor Birminghold was some carnival heckler just from the way the Inquisitor spoke.

"Inquisitor, there must be a full battalion of Leman Russes ahead. I believe we are sorely outmatched," the High Judge spoke, his mask filtering all words into an emotionless monotone.

"Sorely outmatched sounds like a personal best for me!"

"Aye, Inquisitor, but the Arbiters never fail."

"And fail you won't. I have sent the Little Angel to kill the Governor while we attack their front line head on," the Inquisitor murmured, looking over his shoulder to make certain not another being was listening. Sylus would have strangled the Inquisitor if he could. The Angel, a living saint among the Arbiters, was not a petty assassin. The Angel was much more than that.

"We have Hassassin operatives on their way to the Governor's Palace, there was no reason to send Angel," Sylus said, almost as a curse. It was said in such a way, his mask couldn't filter the malign in his voice. Inquisitor Birminghold waved his hand and walked down the trench line to his command tent. Sylus cursed in his native tongue and followed the Inquisitor.