I'm in the U.S. Not many stores for models or books in the southern states either. I'm mainly into the videogames now, but I have the current Tyranid codex and 6th edition 40k rulebook.
OOC: Every Barns and Nobles I have been to has had a large section dedicated to 40k and fantasy, and I am in Arizona mind you, so it may just be that you are not looking hard enough. Also, looking back, I realized I made horrific mistakes that makes me want to kick my teeth, like Sargent =/= Sergeant. Also, I haven't had time to type my usual massive text walls, and I am back to continue the story of the guardsman and PDF and Arbites from their perspective! Also... so the battle with the Grey Knights is far away from the city? should we just split off and have me and my forces concentrate on Cultists and Steelfang and possible Angel, and the you guys duke it out in the desert? It has so far been a bloody war. After the victory at the outpost, We lost track of the commander. It seemed odd that a Sorcerer was placed in command of the first wave, but a recent warp storm blocked out all vox channels for two days. During that time, we were able to overcome the cultists without any trouble. But that chaos sorcerer was unlike anything I could have imagined. his power... his gaze, it terrified the men. Soon after the battle concluded, Valkyries came to transport me to my command center. Apparently, the urban battles were ferocious, and there were confirmed sightings of chaos marines in engagements. All resulted in the same manner, simply death and destruction for my men. We lost the academy, and without my explicit orders, my men leveled the building. They leveled it, even though there were men inside. This is war, but we do not endanger our men unnecessarily. I even confirmed that my lieutenant disappeared as well as two Guardsman squads exploring a crash site now deep within enemy lines. The only bit of good news that I heard was that some form of Astartes have arrived, and that we discovered the battle plans from the former heretical commander. It was then that we discovered the true threat of chaos. 2000 Astartes would soon befall on our city, and we would fall. I just hope that we can get the pain power online soon... As I board the Valkyrie, I knew that if we suffered too many casualties, there will mass desertion. While this victory did slow the enemy down, More would come, more would kill and slaughter, and for what? What purpose did they have? Our city holds no strategic value? What else do they want? But when I entered the Valkyrie, I recalled upon the gunner who killed a Defiler. No matter what their plan is... we will be defiant... As the Valkyrie rose up, and began entering the city, we took heavy aircraft fire. Apparently, they have overrun all forces at the main wall, and all the nearby sectors. The Valkyries began moving in flight maneuvers in the hopes of surviving, but one by one our vehicles fell. Two Valkyries were left, and one of them I was in. But from what seemed to have come out of nowhere, and mechanical dragon swooped and ferociously spewed its violent fire from its mouth and tore the other Valkyrie apart with it's great claws. I could see the men falling from it, screaming. They had several miles to go before hitting the ground in a large display of gore. The only saving grace that I had was the fact that we were hit by anti aircraft fire and our gunship crashed into a building. There was only one survivor. A servitor rolls up onto a large platform, and in its mundane existence, it has served the Imperium for 27 teran years. During its time, it has never been through a war. But such notions of war, or peace have never intervened nor drawn the attention of the inner thoughts of this autonomous servitor. He was given a task, and that task he would do, for such is the nature of his existence. His informational feed and robotic hearing allowed him to hear the battle raging outside, and he thought nothing of it. He barely thought of anything, for doing so was not the nature of this servitor. He was given a mission, and that mission would decide the fate of this world. The servitor placed the last couplings and secured them, and monitored the power flow. The machine was operational. Three days of constant work has finally come to fruition. With a robotic and synthesized voice a command came from behind saying "Our duty is done, and now our world has a chance of survival. Broadcast the distress beacon." OOC: For RP reasons, ignore the Helsreach and Armageddon bit on the map.
OOC: This map should serve well. I'd say for practicality that object B (the star-port) hasn't been captured yet since my dude Koron is on the way with a host of 1000 chaos astraties + bloodpact slavers and armor elements. Steelfang will be pushing in the direction of B (temple) and the Grey Knight + Black Legion battle is taking place at the ruins just North west of the compass icon. The daemon tower will be slammed right in the middle of the compass icon southwest of the city. Feel free to adjust ur command point locations unless ur satisfied with what we;ve got as a refernce here.
OOC: I thought the Grey Knights were all heading for your tower. and... I did not have time to read all of it so, WTF is going on!
(Not sure if there is enough Warp activity for my guy to appear). Daemon: Bloodletter Herald Equipment: Hellblade, Collar of Khorne Specialties: Hunting down psykers. Other notes: Is it The Huntsman? Hint: Well the howls of bloodhounds can be heard, but not seen... Second Hint: Yeah it is. ========--------======== A group of lowlife cultists in the underhive near the edge of the battle sacrificed themselves in Khorne's name. One of them had already spotted the justly feared colours of a Grey Knight. The Summoning Circle filled up with blood and the corpses burned in Blood Fire. Howls coming from the warp caused several civilians to flee in terror, one of them an undiscovered psyker took his own life and his wife dropped to her knees and cried for her now late husband. A small child at her side tugged at her sleeve and pointed towards the summoning spot, from where IT rose up. A Daemon, not fully formed yet, started to step out of the Warp, Hellblade forming in hand, a brass collar around its neck. The woman whimpered, sobbing over her husband and the child was awestruck. The woman cried out not to take her life and to spare her child, but the daemon passed her by. It had no business with his mortal. It sniffed the air, it sniffed the warp and an unsettling voice came from it. "I smell the prey that has been troubling my Lord." The daemon stepped further, its started forming further and its scaly skin revealing itself under a brass chainmail shirt, its upper legs covered in plated mail of brass, its spiny back softly wrapped in a red silken cloak, its horns dipped in liquid brass, its teeth sharpening and its tongue folding out of its mouth, licking the very essence of the materium. As it fully formed, a lone PDF guardsman had made his way towards the location, only to see the daemon walking in his direction. Panicked he started unloading his lasgun on his target, shouting litanies for accuracy, voxing the impending danger to the rest of his squad. The daemon lurched on, slow and purpousfull. The lasfire bouncing off the brass armor as snowflakes off a hot window. The daemon passed the PDF guardsman and simply impaled the mortal with his sharp nails. The man sank to his knees, stricken with disbelief, begging for the Emperor's mercy as his uniform turned a deep red. The few agonizing seconds of having his lungs ripped apart by a single punch of the daemon's hand, seemed like hours to the man. His vision started to fade and his last words, a prayer to the Emperor, who weeped for his soul and welcomed the man to His embrace.
Ok well your plan is nice but since when are you basically a chapter master when did you get that promotion from basically a Sergeant at the most well things accelerated far quicker than I wanted them to but hey let's keep it going
Fairly easily. You could of been the result of the boons granted when my character scarified students of the cadet school. The Dark Gods can be fickle masters. OOC: The Grey Knights are attacking in force against a tiered defense line among a series of bunkers and bulwarks that has around 1000 Black Legion astraties commanded by Korons champion Xarthus. Theres up to 4 tiers of bulwarks, I've described up to the 3rd bulwark and allowed for a single attack to reach that point. Beyond the 4th tier is the daemon tower, it isn't fully constructed yet but Koron is on his way to the star-port with another 1000 Astraties consisting of mostly armored elements to capture several thousand civilians to bring back to the daemon tower to finish this construction. Should the tower be built it will unleash a daemon host on the world. The Grey Knights also have Korons scent, since a forward expedition party chased him and the Ogyrn out of the underhive. Additionally Porbo (Ogryn) has been taken to the Daemon tower by an insane sorcerer Carnax (who is apart of Korons inner circle) for an unknown purpose. Steelfangs story didn't describe where exactly he was except that he was in the outer city and that he'd penetrated into sections of the inner city so I used that as a crux for Koron to exploit that breach and forge a way to the Starport. There also happens to be cultists wrecking havoc here and there in the inner city I believe (chaos cult vs nid cult) and afew other champions floating around making themselves known. A slaansh group that's about to bring in an inquisition element and is working with a sorcerer I think if he happens to post here again. I believe at this point I have to give an account of chaoses side of the defense at the bulwarks and explain what Korons doing now that hes racing head-long into the city. I'm also thinking about throwing in a character to fight on the Imperials side like Commissar General Oktar from Gaunts Ghosts (not him pacifically but based off his character) (I apologize if I over-do it with the numbers, but I base my fictional army's around the chaos novels one of which mentions around 10,000 Astraties of the Word Bearers Legion in one engagement. I thought 1000-2000 of the Black Legion in one place was reasonable enough XD. But that can be adjusted, war can lead to a lot of causality figures even among the ranks of Astraties.)
Korons honor guard made prayers and renewed obedience's to the Warmaster and the Dark Gods as they rumbled into battle. Koron himself stood before a black case laid out reverently before him. It radiated a sense of dread along with the desire for everlasting slaughter, as if the item inside tempted potential users to its use of simple minded butchery. Uttering a daemonic chant Koron lifted the lid open with his Terminator encased hands reveling his melee weapon of choice. A gift from the blood god himself that signified his utter devotion to one god. An Axe of Khorne. Korons gauntlet closed around its grip and he felt a rush of power. It was as if he was reunited with a long lost part of himself, the memories of butchering an entire commander squad worth of Ultramarines flooded back into his memory. He could still remember their foolish last stand that had slaughtered many of his fellow battle-brothers, but ultimately failed as Koron chain axes plunged into their vulnerable flesh. By all rights he should of became nothing more then a mindless berserk upon receiving the axe but fate had intervened as he feel unconscious from the massive blood loss as a result of his wounds in the confusing melee. Koron reluctantly sheathed this axe as he double-checked his wargear and ensured his combi-bolt had plenty of clips. "We approaching the front milord" "What is the status of the enemy?" There was a brief delay as the driver filtered through vox traffic. "We appear to have them on the run milord" Koron grinned from under his quad tusked helm. "Order the colum to disperse and destroy, they will continue to route further in the face of armor" "Milord our armor forces won't be able to maneuver as effectually in the streets should the enemy rally" "It is worth the risk for the greater glory of the gods, rely the order" After a few moments the column of armored forces began to disperse through-out major through fares and causeways, joining the chaotic forces on a wider front through-out the city limits while Koron continued to the refugee shelters and then ultimately the space port.
Steelfang steped back he needed a running start to make this jump the heretics and PDF were still duking it below in a bloody stalemate but the PDF seemed to be getting the upper hand He charged forward crossing the gap between the two buildings would not be easy but Steelfang could make the jump with preternatural speed he leaped clean across the street smashing into the building two floors under the sniper quickly making his way up the two floors he managed to sneak up behind the purple haired sniper he placed one boot on her back pinning her without much effort now why are you shooting everyone the sniper turned round she was no older than 20 while Steelfang was no judge of such human things very attractive features she gave a wry smile Simple I don't like the imperial rats and I'm not too keen on becoming a mutant freak so I just kill em all Steelfang chuckled would you prefer to get out of this rats arse of a planet and see the galaxy. She nodded
