The Plains of Nest - Prison for Gods - 2000 pts

They were here, the 5th Company. The fiercest fighters in the legion. Evodius had called them into action, their experience in Yldaeneth Cleansing would be invaluable. The Eldar were coming once again. How many times would they try? How many had to die before they realised we were fighting for the same end. It mattered not today. Today they were but another enemy that must be vanquished. The scouts had reported a wounded eldar leader, stuck in the bog-mire, unable to move. His capture would provide the finest of trophies, or bargaining chip....

Eternal War - The Relic - 2000 points - Space Marines vs Eldar

The eldar had come with a nasty combo force. 3 allied detachments consisting of a venom, 5 warriors and an archon with a webway portal. The main force? a Wraithknight, wraithlord and 3 d-scythe wielding wraith guard ready to deploy with pinpoint accuracy. 10 Striking Scorpions would be lurking around too.

The space marines brought... a full battle company in the form of a Gladius Strike force. Wholly 109 marines along with transports would carry the day!

The Black Horde!

Filth!

 Turn one saw me go first. I deployed my idiotic number of space marines completed willy nilly. I had so much to deploy it made little difference. The goal was simply to outlast the the Eldar.

Mechanised warfare!

Blue heathens!

Wimaro noted an already ruined Eldar craft... a dire omen?

The Relic, Exarch Olae'anath... The prize!

The Assault Squad moves out and challenges the scorpions

Strike from the heavens!

Dangerous terrain tests...

 I struck hard, as per usual. The bare ones squads I had were less kitted out than usual. The odd grav cannon here and there rather than the usual. I stripped some wounds from the Wraithknight.

 The Relic must be mine!

 The Scorpions proved hard as nails, killing 10 marines, and 2 bikes, surviving the game!

 The wraith knight falls to massed shooting! but not before it stomped a tactical squad out of existance!

 The Eldar weathered my shooting well and they were still in the game. Turn 2 came along and Wimaro unleashed 3 scything nasties with pinpoint accuracy! The bad news? All my vital units were in transports, meaning he could pop open plenty of transports but not do any damage to the occupants.

 Would the gamble pay off?.... No. The sheer number of tactical marines that suddenly appeared, and the calculated use of the tactical doctrine meant about 200 bolter shots. The 3 brave squads withered under the fire and were all but wiped from existance.

The field is cleared.

By the beginning of turn 4. We called the game. Wimaro had a 1 wound wraithlord left, facing down a bunch of grav guns and the few stragglers were mince meat surely.

Victory to the Black Scorpions.

Conclusion

 Wimaro was deflated as he thought this list would be the end of my run of victories. I threw him a curveball and tried something completely different. I ditched my shiny expensive backline units like thunderfires and stalkers and artillery. Things usually so hard to shift, but would fall like wheat before the scythe against his template D units. This time, they simply had to specially sexy units to wipe out. Their only targets: Tactical marines etc.

We tallied the losses. I lost wholly 47 Marines! That's usually my whole army. This time it was about 50%. I feel for Wimaro as his efforts have been excellent but as I put it 'It's hard to fight against a cupboard full of options' meaning, I have too many options and it makes it very hard to predict what I might bring to the table.

Commiserations but many thanks for showing up and not burning my house down afterwards.

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The bunker was warm and suprisingly clean. Olae'anath sat tied to the chair, His wounds were bandaged and clean. The mon'keigh surgeons had done surprisingly good work. That these beasts had laid their hands on him made his skin crawl regardless. The door swung open and two towering monstrosities sauntered in and sat in front of him. One stank of death. His black armour and skull-masked face and glowing red eyes were terrifying. The other was an angelic thing, gleaming golden armour with alabaster wings behind him. His face handsome, 'despite being a beast' thought the Exarch. The two were strange. Avatars of Light and Darkness, Life and Death. Strange indeed. To come face to face with these beings was a revelation. Tales had been told amongst his people, of the black ones. Fearful stories of predators in the night. He knew better. They were powerful, there was no doubt... but they were mortal. The dark one spoke. 'I am Cylander Azeron, This is my brother Evodius Azeron. You will answer our questions.... or you will die and your soulstone will be bartered away to some fool.... and she who thirsts will find you!

His heartbeat raced. The words cut like a razor. Terror unlike anything he'd ever felt before. They knew! They knew his deepest, darkest fear. He sagged in the chair, they would not need the razor-knives or electro-scalpels or any of the other torture devices laid out in front of him... He was already broken.