Monday, 3 April 2017

Rebellion in Sector 375

Gradually Mia's Tau force are getting there.  A couple of weeks ago I came up with a simple paint scheme that is simple and effective.  Mai is as skilled with a brush as I am but just slower to paint, so I wanted to develop a scheme that could be painted quickly.

The first Stealth Suit

The first Kroot

Clearly having some painted helped.  In our small game Guard vs Tau, she beat me 5-2.  To honour the victory I painted a picture of her Commander and came up with the fluff below.


Commander Payne - The one-armed warrior.


Rebellion in Sector 375

It was evidently clear that the people of Sector 375 did not want the Imperium here. Diplomacy was not part Lord Commisar Harris' skill set. She had already put over one-hundred men and women to death for minor disruption and insubordination. Her veterans had also been finding any xenos and executing them on sight. What had appalled the Commissar most was the way in which humanity in the sector had embraced Tau customs.

Strolling over to the quarantine zone, she was pleased to see it had finally been burnt out. The disease brought over by the Astartes sorcerer had left the ground tainted and the people plagued. For a week outbreaks had appeared throughout the sector. Cold sweats and fever rapidly turned into nausea, black blisters and eventually death. The goat-headed monster had infested the Tau machinery, but in turn began its own genocide. Over fifty of her men had fallen to the plague in the past seven days. Dealing with the matter and personally putting them out of their misery had quelled the rebellion brewing in her ranks swiftly. Despite being of xenos origin, she had warmed to Deest. A kind soul trapped in the body of an efficient and capable killer. He had been able to quell large sections of the sector with anti-Imperial speeches and talks of integration. That was until Payné had revealed herself. Payné was a Fire Warrior and a true believer in the greater good. In the colossal system war between the Order Extermini and native Tau/human coalition, she had seen much bloodshed. Astartes tearing her allies apart with chainswords and fists, artillery decimating the kroot gun lines and terrible warp powers obliterating all in their path. Her unit had succumbed to the extreme ecstasy of their twisted Psker's powers. His feminine and daemonic face sent the warrior and her allies into a frenzy. One moment they were fighting and the next they were tearing off each other's armour in a passionate frenzy. Her arm had been severed by a rogue boltgun shot, which had broken the spell. Filled with a burning rage she had defeated four cultists that had been observing the display. Despite the odds she had killed them with her bare hands before going into hiding. For a week she had repaired and attended to her late commanders battle-suit, removing the arm and adjusting it to her frame. The humans in the sector had tended to her wounds and kept her well fed. They had even attended the beatsman's public speaking to avoid suspicion. As the second speech commenced, Payné launched from the cellar she was hiding in and dashed to the central house. Aiming through the kitchen window, she sprayed the wall with fire from her twin-linked burst cannon. Guardsman popped and split under the frenzied wave of firepower. Unable to react to the tau's furious speed they awaited their leaders instructions. Swiftly turning to the offensive, Commissar Harris made the advance. Once again heavy fire from her custom Wyverns tore through the rebellious xenos threat. A tear falling from his eye, Deest tore into battle blasting his heavy bolter into the Commander's drones. The barrage of fire sent one drone crashing into the ground. He had hoped that conflict would not have started again so soon. To the north the three remaining stealth suits advanced. Hidden from the enemy, they rallied the people into uprising. Soon after they made their way towards the central firefight. The first opened fire. His fusion blaster tore the guardsman in tw,o as the Fire from his comrade took down another three of the enemy Commissar's squad. Skimming into the fray the skyray marked its target with precision. After it had fired all six of its missiles the Wyvern lay a smoking wreck. One of the crew ran for cover in vain, as the stealth suits advanced on their target. Tearing the second wyvern's fuel canister apart with a fusion blast the metal beast errupted. In a torrent of fire and shrapnel, the wyvern exploded killing half a dozen guardsman, as well as consuming the crew inside. Leaving no time to celebrate their victory, the suits continued to make an example of the Commissar's strongest men. Only once the veterans had been eliminated and the remaining guardsmen surrendered, did they quell their fire. Commissar Harris continued to lunge at Commander Payné. Deest had stood back and surrendered recognising defeat. His mighty fists bloody and bruised from impacting with the Commander's battlesuit. He knew any further resistance would be futile. As the suits moved in Harris continued to punch at Payné's shell. Tearing off the mid section, she saw her assailants face. Young and beautiful, it made her wretch. Removing her mask in a frenzy she spat at her rival. Payné was not shocked at what she saw but pitied the scarred warrior in front of her. She was a result of the Imperium's treatment of its own. As she beat her into the ground with one final blow, Payné declared the victory to all that surrounded them. Rejoicing the civilians hailed the new, self-appointed Commander and began to detain the cowering guardsman. A minor victory had been achieved but it would take time before they could claim the planet back from their opressors.

Tuesday, 28 March 2017

A Knight to the Table

I finally did it.  After a little encouragement from Jack I bought a second hand imperial knight.  Now I am playing regular games and from time to time have to face other players larger and more powerful models (stormsurge, wraith knight, hierophant...) I decided I needed a little power too.




He came in pink and while I liked the colour I felt he needed to match my marines.  In under 24 hours of receiving him I had finished painting him. Trying to keep to my get it, build it and paint it regime. we all have too much un-built and unpainted stuff in this hobby...


I am very happy with how he turned out.  A relic from a bygone age Gottfried serves House Aureus, a noble House of the now dead world of Aureus.


The order Extermini did well in their one mission of the campaign.  I used a whole host of detachments from the Agents of the Imperium codex and it made for a fun and different experience.  they won 11-8.

Below is some fluff about their game.

Return of the Tau

The Astartes strode into the hold with an air of overwhelming confidence. Faustus had claimed three worlds from the Tau in mere days, the fighting had been intense but his losses minimal. While his brothers were quick on the draw, Inquisitor Gob was instead welcoming. "Congratulations Lord Jackal! Three worlds is an achievement for the Canis Aureus indeed," He grinned advancing towards the marine arm outstretched. "How peculiar. I guess the old Terran customs never die, even after all of these long years," said Faustus with a sly grin, clenching the inquisitors gauntlet. "Terra be damned and down with the Imperium. We are glad to see you here Lord. As you can see times have changed. Your Chapter has been removed from records, you are hunted by the imperium and despite your efforts you are not commended for your eradication of the xenos scum. You and I have the same aims. Your brothers that emerged from the Warp earlier have already allied with us. Despite your large number of Astartes it would seem that you could do with allies as well," "Now is the chance to prove your allegiance Inquisitor. The Mother has sent a warning. They are coming." As the Jackal spoke, the warning sirens in the hold rang out. The ground shook as Astartes, infantry, tanks and dreadnoughts readied for the assault. A crippling explosion decimated the north wall of the compound. Tau streamed in through the breach, a tide of hatred. Gunfire consuming all in its way. In an instant hundreds of guardsman's lives were over. Rallying his long lost brothers Faustus commanded the Mother's Chosen forward, their psychic storm tearing into the oncoming Tau. The xenos screamed and attempted to escape. Winds tore through them and battered their remains into nearby construction girders, decorating them in a deep azure hue. Starting the systems in his Knight, Barron Gottfried of House Aureus advanced from his position. Focusing their fire the Tau tried to fell the gallant warrior but in vein. Charging into the fray he collided with the warriors beneath him. Even from his height and with the noise of battle he could hear their death cries as he stomped and cut them apart with his blade. Serving alongside the mighty Astartes of his home world was an honour worth dying for. Long had he been taught of their dishonour and demise, yet did the Imperium save their homeworld in their absence? Did anyone in the Imperium care for the billions lost? Of course they didn't. No life was sacred, just tools to be used in the never ending war. His families dishonour would be rectified this day. They may have fled from the all consuming hive, but today he would begin his ancestors redemption. Slowly the knights shields began to drop, crackle and flicker, as shot after shot impacted into his colossal frame. Behind him, through the ceiling came their mighty leader donning the advanced riptide suit. Overcharging it's weaponry, it fired a seemingly endless steam of firepower into his back. Once the torment was over, Gottfried spun around and charged the commander. Sparks flew and cabling was severed as he assaulted the riptide. It's burst cannon continued to fire as it hit the ground, shortly followed by the rest of the suits remains. Pressing his mighty blade into the squirming Tau Gottfried muttered his families prayer to the fallen, before revving the blade into action. Kaltos Gob bellowed in rage as he injected himself with a cocktail of substances that he'd acquired from the underhive back on Shalan. Seeing his squat, rotund acolytes torn on the ground filled him with a dark self loathing. He knew that they were all expendable but he blamed it all on her. That damn convict all of those years ago. A simple escort mission, then somehow he ended up the joke. If it wasn't for her he wouldn't have gone down this path. Now he'd made his pact with Chaos, dark unknown entities, xenos and even Corrupted Astartes. There was a special place in hell for him. Eternal torment and pain was inevitable. Slashing at the piranha with his blade, he ignored the incoming fire. Shots impacted into the ground around him. Launching off of the blasted. Landscape he slammed his daemon blade into the drivers helmet. Spinning out of control, he was thrown off as the vehicle swerved into a nearby building and exploded. Swiftly the Tau began to retreat. The damage had been done, the message sent. Some of the best minds and warrior the Exterminii had possessed were now lost. Even in this time of desperation they had succeeded in repelling the overwhelming assault. Making his way through the settling ash, Wolf mother's Chosen Nic carried his fallen brother in his mighty arms. "Our Lord Faustus was dragged into the warp, the daemons claimed him. The last words he spoke were: Never fear there will be a retribution, I shall return!" "Make your peace with the dead Chosen, we have work to do," replied the Inquisitor. Retribution is a word he liked and the dancing faceless figures around him told him it would be carried out in full. This system would fall under the might of their new ally and the Tau would fall back leaving these worlds for dead. Spasming, Kaltos collapsed, wrenching and heaving the daemons caressed his scalp. "It will be done," they whispered. "It will be done."



Monday, 6 March 2017

Battle Scribe!



Making army lists has always been time consuming.  For the year I have been playing chopping, changing and switching around points can be a total pain in the backside.  I love it but I also hate it.  Buying the official Space Wolf codex for my Aureus saved me a lot of time.  But the Force Requisition manager is not without fault and it often crashes or lags out when you need it most.


Battle Scribe fixes these issues.  While it isn't a codex it does posses all of the information and options for every army list, including supplements and data slates that have been released separately.  Meaning that now making a Chaos Space Marine, Genestealer Cult or Deathwatch army list has become far easier.

Once again a big thank you to Jack for getting me to buy the app on the iOS store.

Now making my lists for this weeks games is easy!



You can select units and then customise them fully, without complication or hassle and you can always see the running points total.  now there is no need to buy every hard copy of a codex that I own in digital format too.

But if 40k isn't your thing or you play other miniatures games as well, never fear as Battle Scribe supports most of those too.  For such a tiny price it is a must have to any tabletop war gamer.

Monday, 6 February 2017

Deest


I got to field my custom Sgt. Harker proxy Deest today. A beastman with a grudge to bear against the Tau.  I am really happy with how he came out.  

In progress

Once again it was a brief 500pt skirmish but it was as bloody and brutal as the last.  Most of the Tau HQ unit was decimated in the first turn by artillery fire and the rest of the army was swiftly mown down by las guns and Deest's heavy bolter.

A second tabled result for the Order Extermini!

Victory!  The surviving warriors.

Deest

Deest flexed his giant frame in the blazing suns of Santi. He was ready to face the Tau. His home world had refused to enter into the Tau agreement and their planet had been overrun and enslaved. For the greater good they said. Cracking his trunk of a neck he made his way towards his new leader. The time he had spent with humans so far had left him empty. They were a petty, destructive and bitter race. From a young age Deest had been educated to change, adapt and accept the differences of others. The heralds had taught them to accept even the most twisted and horrifying of their kin. On entering the command tent he remained underwhelmed. Before him sat a tiny, thin female human. Her open commissars coat revealing a tight mesh that spread over her bare flesh. He respected the lack of armour but knew enough about human customs to deem this display inappropriate and shameful. "You are Deest, a thinker from Standur. It's an honour to have you work alongside us," said the Lord Commissar. "Here for vengeance, revenge on the blue man." Said Deest clucking out the best human he could muster. "Proud day for me." "Well it's time to prove your worth. The Tau come at dusk." Letting out a chirp of approval the warrior spun around and left the tent. Picking up his equipment,the towering xenos stood on the hill top and waited. As the second sun began to set, the pallid bald men around him began to huddle into formations. He sensed they were different, like insects controlled as one. Ordering his unit to advance he began his decent as the Tau fleet came into view. Above them mortar rounds filled the sky, before the landscape erupted in front of them. Witnessing the destruction of the blue man fuelled Deest with a new lust for life. His days of peace and study had passed, but the horrors that he had read about were indeed true. The universe was ugly beyond what he could have imagined. Inquisitor Gob was correct in his goal. The Imperium and any other warmongering race had to be stopped. Raising the huge heavy bolter in his arms Deest pulled the trigger. It's shells tore through the foes before him. Purple mist erupting from the advancing Tau. The allies at his left and right were crippled by the enemy's retaliation. Carbine shots punched through the humans weak armour, bone and flesh. Their short compact commanders fell back towards the front line. Deest contemplated doing the same. His great frame trembled as he ran and his breathing became erratic. Conflict was new and no matter how much he had read about tactics and the horrors of war, it hadn't prepared him for conflict. The Tau sirens for retreat sounded. He witnessed the large suit in front of him go to fall back. It's arms sending a torrent of molten death into his unit. His men threw themselves before him, screaming, blistering and popping. Tears falling down his sinewy cheeks Deest swung his fire arc around, emptying his hvy bolter into the armoured villain. It wasn't until he heard the rasping voice of his Lord that he let go of the trigger. "The battles over Thinker. You proved your worth." Deest looked around at the dead at his feet. Falling to his knees he began to cry and wail into the skies. He wasn't cut out for war, he longed to be back in his library.

Sunday, 5 February 2017

Order Extermini vs Tyracorns

I had my first game using Astra Militarum under the banner of the Order Extermini.  It was a bloodbath. Wyverns are excessively strong for 65pts and in a small 500pt game there was not much stopping them.

My Lord Commissar Harris took to the battlefield today.  She was a stocking filler gift for Christmas and a Wargames Exclusive model.  I was impressed with the sculpt and she was a delight to paint.  Once finished she looked a bit ridiculous bare-chested, so I gave her a fishnet body stocking.  Still ridiculous for battle but it looked more fitting.  

In the 500pt game I did also pay for two power fists, making her a very costly unit indeed.  She got to use them though and it made a great end to a brief but brilliant skirmish.


In other news, these beauties are three rhinos that were snagged on ebay for £20.  I'm using the custom turrets for hydras or wyverns in my games.

Some pics of the battle


Lord Commissar Harris

Her face bore the weight of many conflicts. Eyes sunken and skin as pale as the bleached bone beneath her feet, her visage was that of a nightmare. She had witnessed even hardened men wince at the sight of her twisted and scarred flesh. Often they would turn away or fix their gaze upon her hat, rather than the bloodshot stare beneath it. Commissar Harris' time in the trenches had been rough. She had risen quickly through focused determination and a lust for violence. It was here she discovered the Imperium's flaws and how to exploit them. Commissar was a title generally given to the Noble classes, but in combat, duels and eventually banquets she'd earned her title. During the Battle of the Black Reach she had lost both of her arms to an Astartes. A brutal and accidental moment of friendly fire. Her entire force was wiped out, their home World destroyed and erased from all records. Hidden by Inquisitor Gob and given a new title of Lord Commissar Harris escaped death. After six months recovery she took to the battlefield again. The tyranids had been a constant threat in their system. In order to win favour with the Canis Aureus and the Brotherhood of the Star Blessed she had to eradicate some in battle herself. Taking her remaining loyal men, three Wyverns and one of Gob's most accomplished xenos lieutenants, the Commissar took to the war zone. Voxing orders through her built in headset, she ordered her men to hold position in the ruins. Out of the moons dust they came. Shining horrors of the darkness, sparkling in pinks and white. The first artillery bombardment shot wide as the xenos advanced. Turning her attention to the armed termegants Harris ordered her units to fire. Erupting in a sparkling lurid mist they were torn apart. Screaming and thrashing the survivors pressed on. Slowing it's heart rate and focusing its gaze the lone termagant fired at the soft targets before it. Feeling the live ammunition tear from the barrel of it's devourer it felt a brief lurch of satisfaction. As the biomass impacted into her unit, three men fell screaming and writhing in agony. Seeing the incoming Hive Tyrant Sgt. Woo broke into a run. Lurching forward the Commissar grabbed him with both of her powerfists before dragging him into the ground. "Take down that bastard or you'll all eat the dirt maggots!" Blazer ordered, thrusting his custom las rifle towards the charging giant before them. Finding their target the Wyverns obliterated the swarms. The twisted engineseer clucked and chirped with glee blessing the vehicles with his worship. Feeling inspired by his alien ravings the crew of the Zant fired its heavy bolter into a nearby warrior, chipping away at its carapace. Identifying it's weakness the veterans signalled to their leader. Having released a large wave of psychic energy the Tyrant collapsed to the ground letting out a roar of agony. Seizing the opportunity Harris signalled the charge. Bounding on her reinforced legs she propelled herself into the fray. Clutching their already seeping heads, she trust them both into the ground. Cracking under the might of the servo motors their bodies thrashed no longer. "Bury them. You did well today." She said to her remaining men, before climbing into the nearest Wyvern. "We're done here. Move on out!"

Friday, 3 February 2017

The Order Extermini


Due to the recent acquisition of the Imperial Agents codex I have started yet another army.  This has led me to collecting all of my armies under the same cause: The extermination of the Imperium in the uncharted regions of space.  Led by a cabal of traitor inquisitors, they are mustering any faction they can to try and gain power, while struggling against the constant onslaught of Tyranids and Tau.  

Below are some of the models I have started with and their reasons for being in the Order.


Kaltos Gob is an Inquisitor who was put under investigation for harnessing chaotic artefacts, communicating with daemons and the alleged ritual sacrifice of a planet.


Psyker and Jackal Lord, Faustus Bridge agreed to the cabal's terms and offers the support of his Ancient Astartes in return for aid against the Tyranid threat that destroyed their homeworld.  His methods and worship of The Wolf Mother are not only accepted by the Order but held in high esteem and chapels of worship have been built in her name.


Lord Commissar Harris offers her leadership, insight and political connections to aid the Order's mission. Rebuilt after a horrible friendly fire incident during the Battle of the Black Reach, she joined the Order Extermini and remains a devout follower.


The Convent of the Hoof is an experimental offshoot of the Imperium.  Founded in an attempt to harness xenos abilities in order to benefit the Imperium, the Convent was soon "shut down" by higher authority.  Now this handful of xenos assassins carries out the work of the Order assassinating obstacles to the cause across the reaches of space.



The Squats of Corthax.  Surviving their races genocide by tyranids, this 143 million strong fighting force thrived in the deep mines of their planet. They hold a deep resentment of the Imperium, Eldar and Orks who all refused to aid them in the final days.  Now they serve as acolytes, engineers, vehicle crews and in Astra Militarum regiments across the expanse of uncharted space.




 The Beastmen of Santi were originally a peaceful race that knew only their home world.  They were visited by Tau.  Refusing to let go of their ideas and worshipping rites, the Tau soon enslaved the race and wiped any trace of Tzeentch that they could find.  Naturally strong, intelligent and capable, the Beastmen made ideal recruits for the Order, mainly filling in leadership positions within the ranks of the Astra Millitarum. Here they are allowed to continue with their worship and hold on to their ideals.


The Brotherhood of the Star Blessed are a xenos cult. Somewhere in their gene code is an error. Survive and propagate is a greater calling than that of the Hive Mind.  The Patriarch's will is to spread and grow but for it's own benifit, not the hive mind itself.  Understanding "The Great Ones" will, their head Magus Janet has arranged to loan the manpower of the Brotherhood to aid the Order, in return for an expansion agreement for their race.