Rottimus - Black Scorpions and Hydrobian 8th + Mystery assassin.
Wimaro - Iybraesil Eldar of all sizes and shapes!
The Mission! - Maelstrom of War, Contact Lost + a special Relic!
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Azeron waited patiently for word from his scouts. They had found the Colonel! The man who had last seen the betrayer, the coward, the fool - Chaplain Siobar. He was last seen at the ruined church, preaching against his own Legion. He claimed we had fallen, abandoned the Emperor. Azeron would find him and slay that foul traitor. The Colonel would be the key. The local PDF had followed the Chaplain offworld and only the Colonel knew where they were going.
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We'd be playing contact lost, where you generate 1 objective at your first turn, then an amount equal to the objectives you control. In the middle of the table there would lie a lost Colonel! A man with vital information! (we counted him as a relic, 3 points at the end of the game to whoever controlled him)
Wimaro won the roll off. Psychic shenaniganz started. Shrouding and invisibling (is that a word?) his wraithknight. He went first and opened fire! His snipers killed two flamer men. A chimera was blown sky high, killing some veterans. A land speeder storm died too. Fearsome pulse laser and bright lance fire vapourised a stalker tank! Scatter lasers and shuriken fire whizzed through my lines killing a few death company. The wraithknight with the sword stormed headlong into my lines. - Wimaro scores First blood & Behind enemy lines - 2 vp
I responded to that nasty first turn. A Culexus came down in a drop pod with a tactical squad in his back lines. My trap was sprung, the Culexus removes all blessings within 12 inches. No more invisibility. With so many nasty targets present I'd have to try my best to kill the nastiest stuff. My stalkers and quad gun downed a waveserpent, spilling out the wraithscythes. Thunderfire cannon fire saved my ass and killed them all. The flamers killed lots of guardians and the culexus mind-raped the Farseer gaining slay the warlord!
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| The chimera is destroyed |
I took 4 wounds off the nasty wraithknight with the quad cannons. My grav bikers did NOTHING. Wimaro passed his 3 feel no pains. Doing well I thought! In close combat Astorath killed the lone solitaire in close combat, Azeron, with 10 death company sallied forth! 56 attacks did....... ZERO damage to the wraith the knight. In return, the knight stomped the 3 bikers to death, and squished Azeron(dante) and 4 death company marines. What a disaster! SQUISH!
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| The brave company fight on! |
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| 2 stomp attacks....:( |
Turn 2
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| Crimson death arrives! |
Wimaro had endured the turn. He had loads left to damage me with. Planes came in! Failing to do anything except lose hullpoints. A sad start. William pushed forward, killing more scouts. With vicious fire the other death company squad was decimated, only 2 remained. Wimaro scored Objective 6&4 - 4 VP so far
This game would be tough, my 2 best units had been all but annhiliated. Holding the line would be rough. I drew decent cards. My reserves were a failure, 1 raptor and 1 vulture would be coming to help. My shooting this turn ranged from great to beyond awful. 12 quad cannon shots all failed to wound the second wraith knight. (9 dice, not a single 4+), I took some hull points off the falcons and tried to thin wimaro's left flank (full of wraith beings). I had to kill characters. My fire raptor strafed the hell out of the warlock killing him. The Shadowseer harlequins was killed by the culexus and the tacticals killed the spiritseer. 3 vital leaders killed! I also managed to rout the snipers in my backlines. A squad of veterans and guardmens had been fighting them for 2 turns.
I scored Objective 1, Scour the Skies and Assasinate D3 (2) - 6 VP so far
Turn 3
8-5 was the score so far!
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| The 2nd wraithknight mired in small bodies! |
Wimaro drew 2 cards, 1 was unachievable. The other was charge 3 units for D3 points. He shot what he could shoot and charged 3 units! He managed all of the them and rolled a 6! 3 victory points! Wrath of Khaine 3vpTying up the game! 8-8 In close combat tho, my techmarines killed the Wraithlord with powerfist attacks! Phew!
My turn 4 was also short, we were running out of stuff on the table. It had been carnage! I managed to clean up well in this turn. I killed off as many small units as I could. Remnants here and there fell to accurate fire. I killed 3 units gaining Overwhelming Firepower & Swift Advance - 3 VP
8-11
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| Still tied up! |
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| Culexus fails and Dies! |
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| Assault squad kills the last serpent! |
At this point either all of wimaro's units were tied up in close combat or dead. He controlled no objectives at this point and thus drew no cards. His wraithknight stomped the last brave scout and was free from the close combat that had tied him up for 3 turns. He was no open to be firing on me this turn.
My turn 5 I controlled 4 objectives, meaning I drew 4 cards. Miraculously I drew ones I could achieve: Secure objective 2, Big game hunter, Ascendency (control 3 obj) 1 other which I can't remember. We decided to just see what I could do. I pumped eveything I had into the wraithknight. I managed to kill it, just. I had the objectives and scored a whopping 6 VP.
We decided to end it there. The lost colonel ended up not being taken by either force. His location was the sight of a huge battle between the wraithknight and the guardsmen!
CONCLUSION
Exhausting... that's the only word I can come up with that sums it up for me. There were so many random things that happened that aren't covered in this report. 4000pts is A LOT!
The battle itself was brutal. I achieved victory through sheer luck. I had more models on the table, in the right place. The Eldar list Wimaro brought was tough as nails. The carnage on both sides was incredible. At times it was incredibly frustrating. The 1st Wraithknight soaked up SO much firepower. Wimaro just kept making his feel no pain or 5+ invulnerable saves. Stomping 400 points worth of models in one go was a sore one too!
Wimaro asked me at the end where I think he went wrong, and I do not have an answer. I simply had more stuff on the table in the end. Eldar jetbikes do not impress me. They're expensive and die too easily. Wraithguard are tough as nails but like terminators, are hard to get to the right place. His autarch and around 350 points of wraithknights were busy fighting tacticals in his back lines instead of pressuring mine.
My planes are just brutal, the fire raptor is a BEAST and the vulture with punisher cannons is just pure bullet sprayage.
Unit of the match: The Thunderfires. They are just OP. The guns themselves took out a squad of wraithscythes, Wrecked 3 falcons and then took on a wraithlord and 5 dire avengers in closecombat, defeating them! BEASTMODE!
We ended the game on a sort of strange note. Part of me wanted Wimaro to win this game so he can take the OP Throne from me. Alas, twas not to be. It's time for me to take a break from this campaign, lick my wounds and fortify. I've feel like I've overplayed a little and it's time others got more engaged.
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Captain harkol surveyed the battlefield. He was cut and wounded in a dozen places. The field of battlefield was littered with corpses. The Eldar lay amongst black armoured space marines and tan fatigued troopes. Blood pooled everywhere. Smoking ruins of gargantuan constructs and burning hulks of tanks were everywhere. Acrid smoke hung thick in the air. It was hell. The screams of the dying and wounded echoed out over the field. Harkol was shaken to his core. The marines had won the day but he'd never seen them die in such numbers. Those few that were alive stood solemnly in the smoke, ever dutiful, patrolling around. The Colonel was dead, sucumbed to his wounds. The information he had would die with him. Harkol fell back onto a rock and sat, head in hands. He'd never been through anything like this. When those two huge creatures were bearing down on them it seemed like the end was coming. Harkol thanked the emperor for the pilots of those attack ships. They had screamd overhead in the nick of time, saving all of them.
