A journey through Craftworld Iybraesil. My blog of general geekyness of Warhammer 40k and other gaming hobbies.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Photography improvement. Check.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Eldar - Banshee Exarch #2
Monday, July 26, 2010
Battle Report: the Rematch!!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Fiction - The Siege of Vardash III
There were perhaps 60 or 70 people in the basement, the door barricaded which resounded with a rythmic thumping as forces outside pounded at it with some random deritus. One man sat at a small table in the corner with a transmitter of some sort, futilly calling for help that wasn't coming. Another man sat, his child held close in one hand, hugging a makeshift grenade in the other. Whether he meant it for himself or the enemy was unknown. Men, women and childen wept openly, some tried to hide it, as if there were some dignity left for them here. Maybe a half dozen people had second hand lasguns, for what good they would do. There was a sound of distant scrabbling, as if something were burrowing. They didn't know where it came from, and had found it was near impossible to acertain with so many people in such a small space. They all knew the end was near, hope had left Vardash III long ago.
Far above in space floated two Imperial vessels. One, the Hammerhand, carried a compliment of Imperial Fist marines, the other, Voice of Redemption and it's accompanying smaller vessels home to an Inquisitor of the Ordo Malleus. Onboard both ships, preparations were underway to take to the planets' surface. The subject of a 4 day search had just been located. A shuttle known to have been carrying a Chaos Lord, his retinue and some device that xenos notes had revealed to be "devestating on a planetary scale". Nearly too late, sensors picked up a large mass moving towards the planet. Too slow to be a meteor, it was to large to be something constructed, deeper scans confrimed biomass, it was a Tyranid ship. Moving to intercept, both battleships spat fire into the bio-ship, which didn't fight back. The combined fire made quick work of the bloated ship and it ruptured and seemed to be bleeding droplets of ichor into space. Larger drops turned out to be mycetic spores spilling from the ship and entering the upper atmosphere of the planet. They continued downward until they were no longer reachable by scan. Attempts to fire upon the pods were mostly ineffectual. The ships reoriented themselves to their original orbit and began launching landing craft and drop pods. They would bring hope back to Vardash III.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Lazy Saturday and Highlights of the game.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Friday - Geekery and Invention
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Eldar - Falcon, now with squigglies!!
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Banners!!
I'm starting work Monday so I'm using this last week of 'freedom' to patch up all the little 'incompletes' I left on my Eldar trying to get them table ready. One of the things I skipped was the banners for my jetbikes. I've actually made a couple of attempts before but without success or just plain creative block, but last night it came together. The angle of the banner pole threw me off before, but I think I've got it figured out now. They're a little smaller than I originally wanted too, but I had to be sure they'd fit in the storage case, which I made forgetting I was going to put banners on them.
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I've also got a banner made for my Shining Spears, but not sure if I want to put those on just yet. Will have to see how they look.
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Obviously this is a test banner, I'm either going to print it on some fancy paper or put a pattern behind it.
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Next thing I tackle is the Autarch's banner. She wants something grand! I feel it will help balance out the less-than-stellar job I did on the hood of her bike as well. Farseer Elorrah gets nothing though, since her robes flapping about behind her cover up where the banner post attaches. Besides, I don't want to take away from the detail work on the hood.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Eldar - Family portrait
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Battle Report - Tyranids v. Eldar
It gave me an excuse to try out the Mycetic spores I cooked up not too long ago. I only have the two finished so far, but have 4 more coming. I'm still not sold on spores as a 'must have' either.
Opponent's list; Eldrad and seer council, Howling Banshees in Wave Serpent, 10x Dire Avengers in Wave Serpent (x2), 5 Rangers, 5 Fire Dragons (x2), 3 Falcons.
My list: Hive tyrant with Stranglethorn, Brainleeches, 2+ save, Regen, Hive Commander, Leech, Scream,3 Tyrant guard.
The Great White Hive Tyrant with Wings, Brainleeches, Regen, Acid Blood, Adrenal Glands, Miasma, Old Adversary, Leech, Paroxysm
3 Zoanthropes, all individual
19x Stealers, 1 Broodlord
19x Stealers, 1 Broodlord, Scything Talons, Mycetic spore
Carnifex, Claws, Talons, Regen, Adrenal, Bio Plasma, Mycetic Spore
Biovore
2000 points, C&C mission, Spearhead deployment. I won the roll for deployment and chose to go first, which was my first mistake. Having all the stealers in reserve as well as the GWHT and 'fex, I should have allowed him to go first or maybe left more off board. What was I thinking? lol
Initiative was stolen, and the Eldar went first. Wave serpents swooped in for attack, trying to give the Zoanthropes a wide berth, Falcons hung back to take pot-shots. The falcons only scored one hit on a Tyrant guard, missed the Zoeys. Rangers hit but failed to wound. Tyranids return fire, killing a couple of Rangers, one Zoey that the opponent failed to notice behind a building zoomed out and tried to attack a Wave Serpent but only managed to get a headache, taking a wound. Curse you Eldrad!! Tyrant failed to hurt the falcon Biovore misses with a spore, which is a good thing.
Turn 2; Eldar move in a bit closer, wound the Tyrant and kill one of his guard due to a hail of fire. Manage to wound a Zoey, but he saves. Thanks to Hive commander, all but the outflanking stealers show up. The spore mine wanders up behind the tank it missed and the GWHT lands spot on for a rear shot at said tank, but he fails to knock the troops out of the tank. The stealer spore lands in an okay position, and the carnifex spore wanders nearly to the far end of the board. Another mistake - I dump him out on the open side in order to get a shot in with the plasma, which fails to hurt the falcon. Manage to get 'can't shoot' on two of the serpents. One zoey manages to kill himself thanks to Perils.
Turn 3; Dire avengers pour out of their transports and bladestorm the Doomed Stealers huddled around their Mycetic spore. One serpent tank shocks a spore mine and pops it. Cover grants them saves, but not enough, serpents lends support and only a angry wounded broodlord survives. Falcons hammer at the Doomed GWHT and leave him with one wound, but alive and very hungry. Fire dragons hop out of one of the falcons and vaporize the carnifex with 4 very lucky hair dryer shots. The other Stealer squad appears at this point and on the correct flank thankfully! They head right for the DA squad sitting on the objective. The GWHT regends one wound and then drops onto the bridge where the other DA squad is and the Lone Broodlord moves into the woods where the FD are hiding. Biovore misses and another spore mine is hanging out. Eldrad is making life tough for the remaining 'thropes and the other Tyrant fails to get enough movement to get close to the serpent full of Banshees so moves away, faling to hurt it with his shooting. The GWHT risks Eldrad's runes and successfully uses his Leech Essence gaining another wound back!! The stealers' Mycetic spore manages to kill two unlucky fire dragons, then close combat happens. The Lone Broodlord charges through the woods and takes a bonk on the head from a lucky fire dragon, but saves and eats two faces in return. The full squad of stealers hit the DA and overflow into two of the falcons, they tear off a pulse laser on one, but the other is unhurt. only 2 DA left to strike back. The GWHT kills a few of his DAs and is unhurt for the return strikes. All the eldar fail morale and are caught by sweeping advance. everyone heads for cover after combat.
At this point we have to call the game due to time constraints. Eldar have one scoring unit in a building a LONG way from the objectives, Hive tryants between each of them. One of the 'nid scoring units is a wounded broodlord the other is at full strength but about to get hit by Doom and 4 destructor warlocks. Not a lovely prospect. My opponent concedes, but I'm not so sure it's a given win for me. that seer council would kill a LOT, if not all, of bugs with no saves. They'd be eaten by the GWHT, sure, but that would result in a draw, since that lone broodlord wouldn't survive the sprint to either of the objectives, especially with that limp. All of the Eldar tanks were operational. Still no way to determine how it would have gone.
I call re-match!! :)
In examining the list, I think that two tyrants may have been overkill in a 2000 point game, and everyone is a bit too stacked out. I do however like how everything functions and can't really think of how I would change it. I'm short on troops, but 2 20-strong broods work pretty well. I could drop 2 Zoeys, Tyrant guard and the biovore for a third lightweight stealer brood, but I lose some serious firepower on the Zoanthropes. Just don't know, have to try the rematch and see.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Fiction - Eldar short story.
Fo'glaim listened to the war-chatter of the Farseer's thought network in his mind and to the other craft cruising towards the front line. The other Eldar across the ruined Imperial outpost were moving early and so were they. His canopy display showed the mon-keigh ruins clearly despite the pre-dawn condition and off to his right he could see the dark spots which clearly marked the obelisks of the Ancient ones the humans had uncovered. He felt a twinge of nervousness go down his spine and the Farseer's thoughts once again turned his direction and sounded loudly in his head. He realized after a moment that it wasn't he the Farseer was talking to but instead to the Phoenix Lord riding in his Wave Serpent with the Howling Banshees he was directed to deliver to battle. This was his first battle as a pilot, but he was confident in his abilities. Doubt gnawed at him though, it was his duty to deliver a Phoenix Lord, Jain Zar nonetheless into battle. A truly tremendous task! If he failed in that, what would become of him?
Chun Sosai transporting the Dire Avengers was the first pilot to report contact. This wasn't surprising, it was well known that their pilot was a bit rash. It was also said that he had come from the Saim Hann craftworld and had initially learned with their Wind Riders. Chun Sosai reported 2 Falcon tanks directly ahead of him. "This is it" Fo'glaim thought as he poured on the speed trying to avoid being hit by laser fire from a third Falcon trying to outflank. Gripping the controls, he swung his transport low trying to stay close to the ground to get cover from the ruined buildings. Feeling more confident as laser fire streaked nearby but not scoring hits he allowed a smile. Jain Zar's thoughts exploded into his head then.
Get Closer! she thought-screamed into his head. He could feel the contained rage behind her thoughts. It nearly drove him into a battle lust. He couldn't imagine what it must be like for those following the Path of the Warrior. For the Banshees it must be like going to battle with a goddess on their side or worse, driving them.
He pushed the throttle of his transport gaining altitude and climbing over the ruin ahead of him. At the apex of his maneuver, he saw an enemy transport targeting him and fired first. He scored a hit, but didn't see what kind of damage he did. Clearing the building he dove close to the ground again, looking for a place to allow his charges out safely and yet close enough to the enemy to engage. He thought he spotted just such a place and began to adjust his descent when a thought-warning snapped him back to wariness. A group of Fire Dragons beyond the ruin had drawn bead on him as he cleared the building. He had just enough time to silently curse himself for letting his attention wander when the whole transport jolted violently. He saw the energy field surrounding his tank flare and fizzle as it tried to compensate for the incoming heat weapons. He also felt pain in his mind through the mindlinks to his vehicle. Everything felt sluggish as he fought to keep control of his craft. He also fought despair as he felt imminet failure in his duty, but then everything went black.
Fo'glaim awoke to two things. The first was a pounding, both in his head and on the outside on the hull, which he realized was one of the enemy's Farseers trying to wreak further havoc on the crippled craft. The other thing was the psychic howl from the Banshee warriors as they crashed into the farseer. Fo'glaim didn't think the farseer knew what hit him. There wasn't much left as the Banshees turned and took off after other prey. Jain Zar was directing them to attack something to the rear, while she ran to attack the warriors that had brought down their craft.
He quickly took stock of his situation. His craft was down, the nose buried in dirt at the base of a rock outcropping. Carbon scoring and holes decorated the front of his precious Wave Serpent. He feebly tried the controls, and checked the power circuts. There was power to life support and the secondary weapons, but he was immobilized and his main weapons were offline. A powerful explosion struck nearby and he heard the psyichic death screams of the Banshees. Craning his head around and looking through the rear of the canopy he could see the ground littered with bodies amidst a crater. Beyond them was a squad of Dire Avengers reloading their weapons. Obviously they'd emptied them into the Banshees. Suddenly frantic, he glanced around. Dire Avengers didn't carry firepower enough to make a crater! Then he spotted it. That flanking Falcon had levelled them with a shot in their midst! It was drawing bead on him now. He curled up into a ball as best he could inside his cockpit in an attempt to protect himself. He could feel the hair stand up on his head a moment before the lasers rocked the entire vehicle sideways slightly. The dreaded explosion never came, but the rest of the systems registered no power.
The third Wave Serpent from his warhost slid into view to his left and just above as it disgorged the eerie Wraithguard onto a hill nearby. They were obviously trying to secure that hill as the enemy had deemed it valuable. Before the other craft could get clear, a missle slammed into the tank! The dull thrum of the engines became a pitiful whine as the grav systems failed. The other Wave Serpent settled to the ground with a crunch nearly on top of his own, but the pilot still had weapon control and began firing at whatever targets he could find.
Ahead, Jain Zar became a whirling storm of devestation as she engaged the Fire Dragons in combat. They pushed forward to meet her charge, but they met only death accompanied by the sound of her battle scream amplified by her mask to strike fear in the very soul. Not many could stand up to that onslaught, and they were no exception. Her blade cut them down one after another. They attempted to fight back, but seemed little threat to her. Before she could finish the squad off however she was set upon by the enemy's own Banshees! Terrible screams and flashing blades filled the air. Alone she stood against a full squad of her own Aspect. She turned aside blow after blow as she struck down her own kin. Her own warriors. They fought by her teachings, but she couldn't defeat them all. Blows were landed that cut through her armor as if it weren't there. Wounded and bleeding, she laughed. The mask amplified it into a horrible thing. The Banshees were not prepared for this and, gripped in fear they had not known before, fled from the battlefield. The Fire Dragons occupied her long enough for the Banshees to make it safely away before they were cut down. Fo'glaim watched as she turned and headed back his way. He could feel her fury burn as she saw the devastation that was only moments ago her own Banshee warriors littering the field. The Dire Avengers that had helped cut them down were climbing back into their own downed transport to finish reloading. She was very intent on them and didn't see the enemy Falcon bearing down on her until it was too late. Laser and missle fire hit all about her. When the smoke cleared there was nothing left.
Fo'glaim screamed at the Falcon in rage. He pounded on the canopy trying to get it open. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he had to do something. Maybe he could distract it to keep it from killing any more of his kin. He had just tripped the manual release when the enemy tank's own grav engines spat fire and it settled to the ground. Looking over his shoulder, Fo'glaim saw his own warhost's Falcon hovering nearby. The turret gunner gave him a thumbs up before swinging his guns around at another target.
Three jetbikes screamed down from above settling in a defensive position next to his tank. Whether they were there for his protection or some other reason he never knew. Before the jetbikes had finished moving into position they all exploded from the hail of shuriken from the freshly reloaded Avengers. Fo'glaim had dived back into his seat from the flurry of monofiliment disks peppering the hull of his craft. He didn't know what to do. He could try and run, but that enemy tank was still out there, even if it were immoble now. Those Avengers were going to reload and then come finish him off. He was sure of it!
Moments passed. The sound of laserfire and explosions had all but died down. He risked a peek out of his cockpit. Back towards his own side it looked like figures were cheering in the ruins. He looked round for the enemy Avengers but they were gone!! The opposing force were quitting the field. Somehow, they'd won!!
Much later, as the bonesingers were trying to coax his crippled craft out of the ground, he wandered over to the crater where he'd last seen her. He scoured the area but couldn't find any sign that Jain Zar had ever been there. No scraps of cloth, no broken armor, nothing. It was like she hadn't been there at all. He looked off in the distance wistfully, content in the knowledge he'd seen something that other Eldar lived their whole lifetimes and never witnessed. He'd seen a Phoenix Lord in action, doing what they do, the only thing they knew how to do. He smiled to himself hoping that it wasn't the last time he'd see it either.
'ere we go...
I'm going to also tweak the blog as I go, as I've never used blogger before. I hope to have it pretty in the next couple of months.