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Hello everyone, this weekend our gaming group played a large team game. The armies were as follows:
Team 1 - 2,000 Orks, 500 Dark Eldar, 500 Tau
Team 2 - 2,000 Necrons, 1,000 Daemons
This battle was really fun to play, with a lot of epic kills, backstabbing, and total war throughout. So, we decided to write the battle report not as a conventional play-by-play, but as a developed story with characters, and a plot. This is unconventional but we hope you all like it!


DRAMATIS PERSONAE

THE HELL-IRON CONTRACT

THE DAEMONS OF CHAOS - played by theflaminghorror
• Ock’Eu’Lo’Vo’Rax – Lord of Change, favored of Tzeentch, leader of the Demonic Host
• Eer’Iy’Dey’Sahnt – Herald of Tzeentch, psyker, loremaster
• Captain Azerail – Daemon Prince, favored of Nurgle, former battle-brother of the Soul Drinkers

THE ANKAHLAH DYNASTY - played by Crystal Geyser
• Toltec Sunblight – The Gilded Lich, Necron Underlord, regent of the frozen ocean
• Khortarie – The Serpent with Many Skulls, C’Tan shard, slave to the Lich

MILITARY CELL KAPPA

THE BOURK’AN SEPT - played by Commander Iceshade
• Commander Iceshade – Battlesuit Commander, force Leader, pioneer of the stars

WAAGH BAELDAKKA - played by Boss Baeldakka
• Warboss Baeldakka – Warboss, current member of the Blood Axes
• Big Mek Spannahed – Baeldakka’s Big Mek, current member of the Blood Axes

KABAL OF THE BLACK STORM - played by TheAngrySquig
• Duke Sliscus – Outcast, pirate, dug lord


PROLOUGE

Toltec Sunblight ran a skeletal claw over the emerald crystal set into his breastplate, his eyes awash with green witch-fire as electronic lifeblood pumped through his reawakened mechanical body. His ivory carapace, gilded with golden filigree and marbleized runes, hummed with power and strength. He stood upon an icy ledge overlooking a yawning chasm. The crevasse snaked down through the frozen ocean, a gaping, bottomless sinkhole that disappeared into nothingness. The pit stretched across the entire gulf, and it was so large that the black hole in the planet’s white surface could be seen from space. Colonies of metallic insects, in sizes ranging from as small as a nail head to as long and thick as a stalactite, milled around the dark abyss, descending into the blackness with their way lit by the green glow of their multi-lensed eyes.

Within the cold, hardwired circuitry of his mind, Sunblight felt the solar transceivers lying beneath the ice activating, one by one, as they were awakened from dormancy by their arachnid custodians. The shadows roiling within the deeps of the pit were not all natural – they were not caused by simply depth, but by the solar transceivers within the pit. The transceivers absorbed the heat and light of the sun’s rays, devouring their touch ravenously until only blackness remained. Pure shadow, the absence of any light, was what lay within the chasm. Sunblight longed to teeter over the edge and descend into the dark space. The Necron race could not have the oblivion it desired – it was simply impossible. The destruction of nature, of its irregularities and it asymmetries, could never be achieved. To destroy the natural order of things would be to destroy the universe itself, to destroy physics, to destroy the spectrum upon which the Necrons existed. The darkness was the closest they could have – the absence of light, a world that appeared unchanging and empty of random chance.

Sunblight had earned his name from the creation of these very generators, which fed off the milk of the sun and converted it into fuel for his flotilla of warships and soldiers. These generators had frozen the oceans – sinkholes such as this one dotted the planet’s natural fault lines, with ever-hungry transceivers imbedded between the tectonic plates. There was no heat anywhere on the planet – it had a temperature of approximately -459 degrees. Sunblight looked upon into the empty sky, bleached white by terraforming and holocaustic bombing. White sky, white ice. A white world.
Sunblight suddenly sensed a disturbing tingle at the edges of his consciousness. As regent of the planet’s seas, bio transference had provided him with mental access to all of the sensors and machines populating the oceans. While his brethren of the Royal Family interred their armies within the land, his armies of dead were hidden beneath the sea, locked within vast crypts of ice. He had access to all the encryption codes of his tombs, and he knew what should feel right. This was wrong. An outside element, a foreign invader, some unknown threat, was penetrating his tomb. His logic engine struggled to comprehend it as his ocean-wide firewalls were torn down, one by one, and some dark, malignant presence infested the digital network of the Tomb Sea. The presence had the feel of oily filth, of rusted servos, of degraded software. It also, to Sunblight’s horror, stank of something else – life. Ever-changing, iridescent, despicably unpredictable life. Sunblight commanded the intruder to be known, to present itself to him.

+++What are you?!+++ Sunblight demanded.

His response was codified in a stream of corrupted data and broken hyperlinks, an underlying hiss of wrongness.

I am Ock’Eu’Lo’Vo’Rax, chosen of Tzeentch.

The name was unfamiliar, but Sunblight recoiled at it.

+++Tzeentch?+++ he asked. +++One of my rival kings?+++

No, Toltec Azarakht, I am not a Necron. Sunblight bridled furiously at the intruder’s informal use of his forgotten name.

+++How do you know who I am?+++

I know everything, Toltec Azarakht.

+++Impossible.+++

Precisely. The intruder was mocking him.

+++If not a Necron, then what?+++

A daemon.

+++Impossible. Such mythological entities are fictional, an aspect of primitive cultures.+++

Sunblight felt the intruder thrust against his personal firewalls, nearly breaching his protection. He shuddered within his cold, metallic shell.

Think twice before you call me primitive, mortal.

Sunblight was becoming irritated. This creature, this “daemon” had come into his network and thrashed his encryption matrices, and had then proceeded to call him “mortal”?

I am immortal as you can never be, Toltec Azarakht. I will never die – I will just be reabsorbed into my lord’s body and reborn again. Can the same be said for thee? You hid yourself within a prison of iron, but should the prison break, you might just find yourself… Sunblight felt another violent attack against his mental shield, one that threatened to topple his security
…slipping away.

Sunblight suddenly felt the intruder surrounding his mental barriers, taking a different approach. Slowly, but determinedly, the invader ground against his defenses, until Sunblight could no longer fight against it.

+++No…+++

Sunblight was suddenly subjected to horrors that came out of a Necron’s nightmare. He saw beings of thought from another plane, asymmetrical monstrosities that defied conventional thought. He saw horrific changes wrought upon the flesh of nature, mutations running rampant. The total unpredictability and change was anathema to him. But there was more to come.
He saw vast armies of the eldritch abominations going to war against the Necrons. Though armed with a fearsome array of ordnance weapons and barge vehicles, his naval fleets were crushed as the daemons shrugged off explosions and tore into his ceramic warriors with simultaneous malice and glee. Not content with Sunblight’s armies, the daemons charged against the land continents, razing the armies and cities of his ancestors.

The worst, however, was yet to come. Sunblight saw the arrival of humans, human servants to the daemons. Clad in behemoth suits of armor, they marched through the emptied cities, toppling buildings, sacking, and burning the Necron architecture. He saw humans taking to the field with Necron weapons. He saw Necron warriors, the lights in their eyes extinguished, pressed into the service of the dark warriors, repainted in the gaudy colors of the humans’ armor and sent into the field of battle yet again. He saw fusions of flesh and machine, of sorcery and technology.
It was disgusting.

Sunblight knew he couldn’t fight this foe, not if he wished to avert the possible future he saw. He would have to comply with this “daemon”… for now.

+++What would you have me do?+++

The Ankh of the Triarch, the royal symbol of the Necron Court, was reforming. The radiant geometric lines, sculpted to resemble the rays of a sun, were rearranging themselves. Before Sunblight’s eyes, the Ankh of the Triarch had completely transformed into a new, cruder icon – an eight-pointed star.

Pleasure doing business with you, Toltec Azarahk.

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Commander Iceshade exchanged parting words with the shaman, and extended his hand. The human chieftain took Iceblade’s armored hand in his own, and they shook. Within his Crisis Battlesuit, his gauntlet easily overshadowed the frail human body, but that was unthinkable. The Tau were here to trade with the independent human faction, not to fight. While conflict with the xenophobic, totalitarian Imperium of Man was commonplace, these peaceful, albeit slightly primitive, humans were much friendlier and much easier to interact with. Iceshade smiled to himself. Perhaps these humans, given a few decades’ time, would be able to join the Tau Empire and play their part in achieving the Greater Good.

If they ever got the chance.
Death came on swift wings to the eskimos of the ice colony. Jet black vehicles, slicing through the air at preternatural speed, and warriors clad in sender, sinuous armor skittered across the ice. Poisonous toxins ran in rivulets down blades, hooks and gun barrels, staining the ice in vibrant shades of green and purple. Many of the humans were subdued and forced aboard the piratical hovercraft, which then vanished into nothingness, taking their screaming passengers with them. Within minutes, the entire tribe was dead.
Iceshade whirled on the lithe figure disembarking from a trophy-festooned hovercraft. Curling horns reached over his gaunt helmet, and a slender sword was attached to his hip plate. A cylindrical pistol was clipped to his thigh. His hands were outstretched in an offering of peace, his nightshade cloak trailing across the ice behind him.

“Greetings!” the slender captain cried, his voice high-pitched and eerie. A slight cough sounded from within his helmet. “I bring gifts to Commander Iceshade of the Tau Empire!”

“What is this?!” Iceshade thundered, the poisoned, gangrenous corpses of the eskimos lying around him. “You have butchered my converts!”

The alien reached behind his head and unclasped his helmet. His face was pale and effeminate, his dark hair reaching down behind him. Animated tattoos curled across his face, and his ears had the characteristic points that marked him as a member of the Eldar race. Clearly, however, he was of a more…unusual unit.

“I bring gifts!” the ‘dark’ Eldar Kabalite proclaimed, an aid rushing over bearing an ornate chest. The Eldar opened the chest, revealing racks of iridescent combat drugs. “Stimulants for your senses! What is your pleasure, sir?”

“This is ridiculous,” Iceshade grumbled, his voice projected from a speaker built into the helmet of his battlesuit. “We do not partake in your repulsive narcotics.”

“Don’t be a coward!” the Eldar joked, a too-wide grin splitting his features. “It’s not very complicated. You simply find a spot on your armor…” - he daintily selected a hypodermic needle from the chest – “and inject!” He slammed his needle through the chitin plating on his thigh, and a look of ecstasy materialized on his face. His eyes rolled back into his skull for a split second, before descending back to normal. When his eyes realigned, they were bright purple.

Iceshade hesitated, before extending the barrel of his plasma rifle to face of the Eldar commander. “I said. No.”

The Eldar shrugged, a gesture that looked bizarre when combined with the liquid motions of the alien. “Suit yourself. Oh!” he looked at Iceshade’s technologically advanced armored battlesuit. “I made a pun!”
Iceshade was not amused. “Leave. Now.”

The Eldar’s aid stepped forward. “You don’t tell Duke Sliscus what to do,” the aid snarled. Iceshade realigned his gun barrel and vaporized the aid’s head, bolts of plasma searing the stump of the alien’s neck.
Duke Sliscus was too high to notice.

Warlord Deffgrim was pacing back and forth on the bridge of his Kill Krooza, the iron talons of his power klaw rhythmically clenching and unclenching. On his shoulder rested a particularly angry squig, its two eyes bloodshot and its teeth gnarled and mossy. The other warbosses of Waaagh! Deffgrim were assembled before him. Boss Baeldakka stood at the back, his kombi-shoota skorcha powered down for the time being. Boss Spannahed, the Big Mek in charge of keeping the Waaagh!’s assortment of vehicles in a state of relative function, stood next to Baeldakka, Shock Attack Gun shouldered. Before the both of them stood Boss Shokkrokkit, who was looking extremely uncomfortable.

Deffgrim turned on Shokkrokkit, infuriated. “Wot da hell do you think you’re playin’ at, Shokkrokkit?!” Shokkrokkit remained silent. “’Da hell ‘re ‘dose mineral ‘fings I told you to get, huh?!”
Shokkrokkit opened his mouth to protest, but Deffgrim turned and lobbed the Angry Squig at Shokkrokkit. The Angry Squig sank its yellowed fangs into the boss’ face and, with the sound of squelching mud, tore it straight off. Beneath the green blood and fungus lay an iron-cast skull, containing Shokkrokkit’s brain. This was not the first time he’d had his face forcibly removed by the infamous Angry Squig, Deffgrim’s trusted pet.

Deffgrim turned on Baeldakka and Spannahed, his red eyes blazing furiously. “You two gits! You’re gunna bring me back ‘dose minarals – and you’re not gunna let anyfing get in your way! Got it, you gits?!”

“Right, boss!” Baeldakka and Spannahed responded together.

“Good!” Deffgrim thundered. “See to it!”

The Boss and Big Mek turned and strode out of the room, before Deffgrim called them back.

“Baeldakka!”

“Wot?” Baeldakka snarled, irritated.

Deffgrim tossed the Angry Squig to Baeldakka. “Keep ‘im on a short leash! And I want ‘im back when you’re done!”

Ork planet-fall was made by Baeldakka’s detachment soon after. At the same time, Duke Sliscus and Iceshade were making a trade negotiation. Iceshade was examining the intricate matrices of a dark lance when an enormous, fire-belching comet of iron descended from the sky, painted (rather badly, in Iceshade’s opinion) in shades of sky blue and cloud white. The camouflage did little to hide the Ork ship in the bleached, cloudless sky of the ice world – rather, it made it even more noticeable. The Ork drop-ship was enormous, so huge it was more of a small spacecraft than anything else. The blazing jets fired once more and the drop-ship careened into the surface of the frozen lake. Ice chunks flew everywhere and the ice around the ship melted from the heat radiating from it. Armored plates opened up on the ship’s surface like the petals of a corrugated iron flower, and a hulking brute waded into the icy water. He was followed by a titanic horde of green flesh, hundreds of Orks charging around him. Steam-belching mechanical walkers stomped across the land, putting cracks in the ice where their piston-drive feet landed. Tracked vehicles sporting titanic cannons and clusters of bomb launchers trundled over fanged ramps. Iceshade was looking at a full-sized Ork invasion, an entire army.

Things just got interesting.

“I’m Boss Baeldakka!” the first Ork roared, and his shout could be heard even from the snowdrift where Sliscus and Iceshade stood. “An’ I’m ‘ere for them mineral fings!”
Sliscus and Iceshade looked at each other bemusedly. “Orks” they both said, sagely.

“What is one supposed to do?” Duke Sliscus queried, removing yet another needle from his armor and replacing it in the chest of combat drugs. Most of the vials were now empty.

“You kill them,” Iceshade said bitterly. “Before they kill you.” Iceshade would be denied the chance. Green lights began to shimmer beneath the surface of the water, and dark figures could be seen moving within the darkness of the glacier. The last few Orks remaining in the melted pool around the drop-ship froze, and a disturbing silence fell. With a sound like tearing fabric, green lightning arced through the water, coruscating across the surface and playing over the skin of the Orks. The shadowy swimmers were emerging from the water. They were skeletons, coated in sculpted ivory and rusted metal. Green fire burned malignantly in their eyes, in their ribs, and in the alien rifles they wielded. The Orks were dissolving as the water conducted the eldritch lightning around them, their bodies liquefying into green ash and slime. The combination of Orkish gore, lightning, and the hellish glow of the skeletons’ eyes turned the water a shade of sickly emerald.
The rest of Baeldakka’s forces were charging across the ice and did not see the skeletons vanish beneath the water’s surface, leaving barely a ripple.

“Or perhaps,” Iceshade pondered, “you make a deal with them. Before someone else…” Duke Sliscus dropped his needle in shock, “…kills us all.”

TO BE CONTINUED

But nice, save for the part where Sliscus was afraid of something

-459.4 ºF is the coldest anything can get, its absolute zero, so -1000 takes away from the otherwise brilliance of this. Eager for more!

That is awesome. I hope the report is as good as the fluff (and has pictures, because I like pictures). I like how the Tau interacted with the Eldar. "Say No to Drugs".

the next part is still being written, hopefully we'll finish in a week or a few more days

And AFAIK we didn't take pictures, did we?

No we didn't take pictures unfortunately . We will have to remember to do that the next game we have. But just from the battle report, that is coming out, you will be able to picture just how epic the game was .

Awesome report indeed. Only thing as that without pictures the characters and events become more of a short story than an actual game? Not that it matters, the story has Tau in it, which makes it great in my eyes!

Can't wait to read more

Exalted Pariah wrote:-459.4 ºF is the coldest anything can get, its absolute zero, so -1000 takes away from the otherwise brilliance of this. Eager for more!

Have physics every been a cause of concern in 40k, ever?

I was just saying....-1000 sounds a bit silly

I didn't do the research so i just picked a number. ANyway its all good now, I fixed it.

deployment chapter, (it is a little short since there is not much to write for deployment turn and we had no scouts)

Squad Theta crouched behind the fallen neolith of black stone, and stared up at the apex of the dark pyramid. Rising out of the ice like an obscene growth, the blackness of the pyramid, coupled with the patches of snow ingrained in the rock, made the surface of the stone resemble an enormous, ancient chessboard. Glowing green runes etched in the surface of the stone gave off a sickly light, reflecting off of the snow-white armor of the Bork’an sept. The Tau were uneasy being so close to this ancient, ominous structure. Despite their fear, Commander Iceshade assured them of their strength. This fight seemed outlandish and folly to them. Crouching ahead of the rest of the squad was Sha’sui Kavaal, observing the growing tide of metal before him.
+++What is Iceshade thinking, having us ally with the Orks and the ‘dark’ Eldar. Both of them have no respect for our ways and break everything the Greater Good stands for. +++
One of the fire warriors approached Kavaal in mid thought. “Sir, Commander Iceshade has asked us to advance; we need a better view for the Duke’s kabalites.”
“Why? Why do we have to risk our lives for those drug addicted raiders?” While Kavaal was against the decision, orders were orders and he gave the call to advance.
Duke Sliscus crouched within the smoldering ruins of the now late human encampment. Circled around him were his kabalites finishing off the last of their combat drugs. Sliscus let out a final sigh as the hypodermic needle found its way through his carapace armor and pierced his skin. "Alright now, Viper, go fetch me the communicator, it’s time to relay the orders to Kobra kabalites."
"Yes sir" said the kabalite as he rushed off to relay the orders to the other dark eldar. Just as the messenger left, a small dot could be seen across the snow, slowly it grew into shape; it was a grot making its way across the ice on a squig. On its back was a message wrapped within a bone cylinder. Sliscus rose to this new unexpected arrival. "Sliscus" the grot said, "Boss Baeldakka wants to see you and the Tau, I suggest you hurry up, he is not a patient Ork."
"Fine," Sliscus returned, "I’ll go see what that Ork wants. Don't o.d. while I’m gone. And tell me when that Tau team relays that damn information." Finally losing his high, Sliscus made his way across the ice and into the ork horde.
Baeldakka was seated atop his looted wagon, staring out across the field of ice and stone. "Dis will be easier than I thought" thought the warboss. "They're just puny skeletonz, no better than dem oomans that we stole 'dis tank from." Baeldakka looked down upon his monstrous tank. Barely visible under the red paintjob and messy camo was the head of a lizard. Months before this battle, Waaagh! Defgrim invaded a hive world under the protection of the Salamanders. The humans stood no chance against the unrelenting tide of greenskins, within days the Orks looted the planet, and Baeldakka had gained two massive tanks, a predator and manticore.
Sliscus and Iceshade made their way up to the looted wagon returning the order the warboss sent out. Looking down upon the aliens, Baeldakka jumped off the predator, shaking the ground on impact. Baeldakka towered over the dark eldar, and if it had not been for the battlesuit, the same would be said for the tau.
"You better git outta my way. The warboss commanded, "My boyz can take down these puny skeletonz, you'll just git in my way, understand."
"I assure you ork," Iceshade retaliated, "the warriors of the bor’kan sept excel in winter combat, and it is you who should be listening to me."
The warboss shot a glance at the tau commander.
"Look around tau," Baeldakka said with a sinister ton "all of my orkz are eager to fight, I would be careful, one of 'em might just attck you...Spannahead, send the order to advance we'll crush dem skeletonz back into da ice."
Across the icefield, the sickly emerald light became ever more prevalent as more warriors emerged from their frozen slumber. Standing tall at the peak of one of his pyramids stood Sunblight, lost in thought.
+++ What does this daemon want, this planet is a barren iceshelf and holds no value. There must be something I have no knowledge of, but what?+++
Suddenly, a voice rang through Sunblight's metallic skull, "Sunblight, it is time, where are the necrons you promised me?"
+++Yes, I have them, but why does a daemon need a squadron of Immortals+++
"If my plan is to come into fruition I must take shape; your Necrons shall be my vessel into this reality."
+++No! I shall not waste my necrons for your personnel gain, this has gone on too far daemon.+++ Sunblight suddenly felt another push past his firewalls, the servos within his body grinded to a halt. All power was transferred straight into his mind. Once again, Sunblight could see hordes of iridescent daemons of all shapes crawling across the planet, giant rays blacking out the sky with their monstrous wings and teeth, and creatures whose appendages end with mouths of all sorts belching out fire across the planet, all logic had been destroyed, it was pure chaos.
"Do not tell me what I can and cannot do necron, if I wished it, you could be a pile of scrap metal within seconds, now where is my sacrifice." Within an instant, Sublight’s servos returned to their normal functions. With the flick of his hand, ten Immortals rose from the ice beneath the lord ready to meet their fate whatever it may be. Well done Sunblight, this shall be sufficient enough. An iridescent light surrounded the Immortals, melting off their armor revealing their inner workings, within seconds of the light forming; a great flash shot out across the ice, in the Immortals’ place stood a demon of the warp. Its body covered in feathers, possessing wings and a beak of a bird. Across the right side of its body a pink tint colored the feathers, while the left side held a blue color. It was Ock’Eu’Lo’Vo’Rax, a lord of change and chosen librarian of Tzeentch himself.
“You have done well.” the lord of change said, “now; time to banish these mortals off this planet. Sunblight, advance upon the nonbelievers…”

Wow, just ...wow, i honestly haven't seen such thought and effort put into making a story for a batrep before. I have to say that i wil be looking into this report with great interest.

Course i have to ask does the story relate at all to the armies that are being used? and do you and the other player(s) refer to your men as such? i'm just intrigued sorry

The story does relate to all of the armies being used and yes, we do refer to our men as such. Personally I always enjoy games with some lore behind it

Way I see it, it's no fun if your guys are just little plastic men, so I personally like to give them a story

TheAngrySquig wrote:Way I see it, it's no fun if your guys are just little plastic men, so I personally like to give them a story

+1

I love giving a story to my army and battles. Makes the whole game much deeper and more enjoyable in my opinion.

the writing also makes the game all that more enjoyable, even if you lost, you can make it seem like an epic death instead of a pathetic one.

TURN 1[u]

The sound of war screams and blood thirsty howls echoed across the ice as Baeldakka’s boyz led the charge from their drop-ship. Accompanied by a clanking Deff Dread, painted in dirty green-and-red camouflage, the green tide was halted as the air around them buckled and warped. Suddenly, a carpet of slimy, mewling daemons was belched into existence above the heads of the mob, raining gibbering, pestilent Nurglings into the ranks. The Orks snarled and tore at the Nurglings, squashing them under iron boots and cleaving them apart with choppas. The Deff Dread alone grabbed massive handfuls in each of its four pincers and rent the Nurglings into glistening, ectoplasmic gore. By the time the Orks had finished exterminating their distraction, the enemy lines had reformatted. The Nob, Lazereye, snarled when he realized that they had been tricked into ignoring the main enemy. The Deff Dread simply barreled forward, its array of claws and saws whirring maniacally.

The looted Predator, is defiled machine-spirit spitting canticles of rage at its greenskinned pilot, trundled forward. Its autocannon, which had been retrofitted to fire enormous artillery shells rather than bolter ammunition, spat an ordnance shell into the air as ghostly, androgynous shapes materialized near a necron stone circle, graceful yet disturbing females. Some of them were killed by the shell, but many survived. The Manticore across the battlefield was too obscured to see them. The boyz next to it, seeing a titanic, iridescent fowl swooping through the bleached skies, made a forward run towards it. Unfortunately for them, Sunblight had all his bases covered. A chipped and cracked annihilation barge released a pulse of ghostly green lighting into the enemy ranks, shearing boys apart.

Sunblight rummaged through his internal frequencies and contacted the necrotic pilot of a submerged ship. A technological shipwreck buried in the ice, he willed its systems backed to life, and felt the rumble of ancient engines and anti-gravity motors reactivating. The ice next to him cracked and melted, and a Doomsday Ark the color of broken bones emerged from the deeps. The preserved pilot turned its phosphorescent, singular eye towards Sunblight, waiting for his lord’s command.

Sunblight gestured towards the Deff Dread and the mob of boys across the glacier, stomping in Nurglitch gore and cackling maniacally. No words were necessary.

The Doomsday Ark fired. A ray of green light flew from the pitted bronze barrel of the cannon, so bright that it burned the eyes out of the Orks watching as their brothers were slaughtered in front of them. The ray scoured the ice, the proximity of it melting the ice into meltwater, like a trail. When the beam hit, all of the boyz were engulfed by green flames and vaporized in a split second. Part of the Deff Dread’s armor was sheared off in the blast, exposing power cabling, life support controls, and a partially dissolved, shrieking Ork pilot. The Ork dreadnought toppled over and crashed into the melted crater, whose surface resembled a pond full of algae blooms. The nearby Squad Theta and Sliscus’ kabalite warriors stared on in shock, lost for words.

Sunblight heard slithering behind him and turned. An iron serpent, its scales the color of metallic green, stared back at him. Multiple, gaunt, androgynous head gazed back at him, and lidless eyeballs burned with purple flames.
“Release me from this cage of iron!” the creature thundered. “Unleash me on those that would take my servants!”
“We are not your servants, C’Tan.” Sunblight responded. “Your time will come soon enough…believe me.”

This is great stuff! I can't wait for more. It's not even turn two and I'm engrossed in the story! You guys have inspired me to get my armies together and start doing narratives. This is high quality writing!


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Also, I'd love to see the model for Khortarie

do you hear the voices to wrote:This is great stuff! I can't wait for more. It's not even turn two and I'm engrossed in the story! You guys have inspired me to get my armies together and start doing narratives. This is high quality writing!


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Also, I'd love to see the model for Khortarie

Its just the old nightbringer model with his arms missing, but I'm fairly sure that there are plans to convert a new one soon

TURN 2
The silent march had begun. Boss Baeldakka gazed upon the flayed orks who lay before him, skin and bone had been sawed right through, crimson blood tinted the snow. Rage grew in the warboss's eyes as blood lust took control of his whole being, his eyes soon fell on a pack of daemonettes, charging fourth, their razor sharp claws shimmering against the sun. "Fire you gitz" the warboss yelled as the looted predator had reloaded.The tank fired out a massive shell, headed straight for the daemonettes. (being gakky marksmen) The shell headed straight for the warboss. Realizing his situation, Baeldakka turned and faced his fate. The grin of a poorly painted face on the incoming shell glared back at the warboss as the distance slowly closed, 100 meters...50 meters...15 meters...5 meters. The warboss was face to face with the oncoming shell. The ork gunner on the tank shut his eyes to avoid the gruesome seen. Within inches of his face, Baeldaaka took a sidestep, the enormous shell skimming his helmet. within seconds an explosion sounded out just behind the warboss. The shrill cries of the daemonettes sounded out as over half the daemons were torn apart. turning back towards the scene of carnage, Baeldakka charged, swinging his axe into the storm of claws eager to shred his skin in honor of their fallen daemons. Baeldakka’s choppa knocked back the barrage of claws before him, with the daemonettes on their back foot, he took the charge. Baeldakka hacked and swung his big choppa, impaling and beheading daemons left and right, his squiq, just to the side of the ork, clawing off the fair skin of daemonette, spattering the banner of Slaanesh with the bearers own blood.

Squad theta looked down upon the carnage before them, "should we do something," asked one of the fire warriors. "The orks might need our fire support." "No" the sergeant snapped back, "There is nothing we can so for them, we need to wait for Iceshade." Slowly, the fire warriors climbed up the neolith, establishing a fire position and a look out on the field of carnage.
Kobra's kabalites crouched in the snow, watching, waiting. "Where are those damn combat drugs, I’m feeling a little withdrawal." Questioned a kabalite, slightly shivering (no one could tell whether it was the cold or his lack of drugs).
"Sliscus took ‘em" replied another kabalite. Suddenly, the sky grew dark; screams resonated throughout the kabalite squad as more warriors realized what was happening. Raining down from the sky were monstrosities of flesh and fire. All over their limbs and bodies were mouths, belching out fire, charring the ground before them. By the time the kabalites could raise their weapons, it was too late. The flamers landed on the ice before the kabalites, releasing their deadly flame upon the dark eldar. A tremendous flame belched out of the daemons, engulfing the front line of kabalites. Screams of agony could be heard from. Among the flames, the smell of burning flesh and death engulfed the area. As the flames subsided, all that remained of the victims was blackened bone and ash. Rage grew within Kobra as he mounted his splinter cannon up to his shoulder
“Kill these daemons!” he screamed as he and his kabalites unleashed all they had into the flamers. Most bullets riddled off the daemons flesh, swatting them away as if it were simply a mere scratch. The rain of bullets continued as slowly, the flamers were being to bleed. Finally, a horrific tone resonated from the oncoming fire, one of the flamers had fallen, exploding into a shower of flesh and fire upon the still engaged kabalites.

Ock’Eu’Lo’Vo’Rax looked upon the scene of bloodshed and war, the hint of a smile could be seen strewn across his rugged beaks. “Sunblight” he screeched, “It seems everything is going according to plan is it not?”
“Yes, daemon” replied Sunblight, with resentment in his voice. “In due time, the enemy will be crushed beneath the might of my forces, then you’ll have whatever you want.” As the lord of change flew off towards his forces, Sunblight dove into deep thought.+++Petty mortals, have posses no sense, they cannot win. Metal shall always be greater than flesh. The aliens will present little problem. But what of the daemon? What is it that he is after on this planet?+++

Across the battlefield, Ock’Eu’Lo’Vo’Rax landed within a complex of ancient ruins. The ground before him cracked as iridescent light poured from the ice. To a mere ground walker, these ruins seemed inconspicuous and bland, but when observed above, this crumbling maze warped into that of a masterpiece, one great symbol of Tzeentch. Ock’Eu’Lo’Vo’Rex dove straight for the center ring, the epicenter of the iridescent light. There, emerging from the ice was a pure black altar, all snow that landed upon its smooth exterior burned upon contact. Inscribed within the altar was a language not spoken for ages, any mortal who dared spoke this daemon tongue ensured himself eternal damnation within the warp. As the lord of change approached, a blue glow surrounded the altar. “Eer’Iy’Dey’Sahnt,” Ock’Eu’Lo’Vo’Rax whispered. “I have returned as promised, I apologize for the delay, constructs and cadavers have claimed this world as their own.”
A dark voice resonated from the altar, “No worries,” it said. “The time has almost come. Keep the necron blinded from the truth for a little longer. I shall be with you soon.”
“It is of no problem; the necron is suspicious but has no idea of our true intentions.”
“Good, but I must ask one more favor of you.”
“What is it that you require?”
“A sacrifice.”

LOVE the story development, flaminghorror! Clearly there's more going on here that meets the eye (of Tzeentch).

I'm done with the first draft of turn three, should be out soon

Best report I've read. I'm not 100% clear on exactly what is happening or how the field looks but that takes nothing at all away from my enjoyment. Great work.

Wow!...just...wow. Amazing story telling and the fact that it blends so well together makes it seem like something i'd be reading from a book. if anything at all, this is an extremely interesting and refreshing change to Batreps. Thanks for keeping the suspense going

AngrySquig, where is Turn 3?

Right here:


TURN 3


Ock’Eu’Lo’Vo’Rex looked out of the window of his altar hall and saw his flamers lighting up a squad of Kabalites. The four remaining warriors of the Dark City raised the bayonets on their jagged rifles and rushed at the daemons, howling Eldar war cries. Ock’Eu’Lo’Vo’Rex raised a gnarled avian hand and whispered a forgotten and forbidden enchantment. A warrior of squad Kobra was struck by a bolt of blue lightning and grasped his chest, trying to scream, but making no sound. His flesh mutated and curled, his body extending into a perverted form of what it once was, mutated and possessed by Ock’Eu’Lo’Vo’Rex. The other warriors paid no attention, reveling in the slaughter about to come as they crashed into the flamers. The blades attached to the splinter rifles of Commorragh bit into the writhing daemonic flesh and even as the last warriors were dragged to their death, they killed all but one flamer.

Across the battlefield Sliscus checked his blast pistol and shot himself up with another vial of Psychon. He felt the strength coursing through his veins, and he let out a brief sigh of pleasure. He looked to the Tau position where several fire warriors peeked over the edge of the ziggurat to observe the unflinching line of metal. I wonder what it would be like to hear them scream? Sliscus found himself thinking as he noticed a faint green flicker above them. The flicker persisted and took more shape. The Tau looked up in shock as a black pyramid, coursing with snapping green energy. Malal, destroy it, for the sake of destruction. Sliscus prayed to his patron deity and Malal heard. A vicious wind picked up and the Monolith cocked its lower edge on the ziggurat. The machine shook and got picked up by the wind and tossed into the ground where it died in fire. And the only thing that could be heard over the crackling flames was the cackle of a laughing god.
“Show them how a real warrior teleports!” He barked at Viper, who picked up his comms array and whispered an order.
“Lord Sliscus requires a show of brilliance, bring him the Ravager.” Viper hissed and a quick reply was shot back before a ship tore from the webway firing off random beams of dark light to ensure that everyone was aware that pain had come to the Tomb Seas. One pierced the shields of the hovering Doomsday Ark, but most just spun off in random directions.

Thoroughly impressed by this show of force, Big Mek Spannahead loaded a Snotling into his Shokk Attack Gun and fired it at the Doomsday Ark. As much to his surprise as to the Necron crew, the Snotling achieved a fiery terminal velocity as it flew through the warp and crashed into the barrel of the machine, flying up and hitting the writhing energy ammo core of the cannon, which triggered a chain reaction that brought the machine down in flames. Boss Baeldakka let out a hearty laugh before taking note of the massive black hulk drifting towards him.
“I’LL SHOW YA HOW AN ORK FIGHTS YA BLEEDIN GIT! YOU LOT CRUMP THAT ONE, I’M TAKIN CARE OF THE BIG ONE!” Baeldakka shouted addressing his Flash Gitz to bring down the gleaming Lord Sunblight. Their guns chattered in to action as a heavy weight of bullets was thrown into the Necron Lord. The machine’s mangled body was cast to the ground by their guns. Its jaw hung lose, but still moved as its other parts rebuilt themselves. All throughout the process, Sunblight laughed at the firing Orks.

Boss Baeldakka spat at the glaring god advancing towards him, his very angry squig barking and growling, foam building around its mouth. The star god laughed and swung a hand at the beast. Its reward was a missing hand. The god howled and kicked the Warboss in spite. Baeldakka spit out blood but continued to fight the wrathful god.

Near the Tzeentchian ruin, a looted wagon rumbled forward. It fired its massive cannon and several Necron warriors were crushed by the gargantuan shell. The Orks on board of the wagon howled and ecstatically beat their chests, screaming praise to Gork and Mork. Their glory was then absorbed by a blast of tesla energy as the Necron Annihilation Barge decimated it.

Machines and carcasses lay burning all across the battlefield and the alliance of Xenos thought that things could not go worse when suddenly, the minions of the blood god came to the Tomb Seas.

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Seriously? You revived a thread more than one year old to post "d'?

Please do not revive threads more than one month dormant.