Fewlish fewlish elvenkin. Don't you know that if you're not hearing voices it means you've been chaosing wrong? To be bestowed upon by Khorne himself to forever hear the songs of all those you've slain, a mighty curse, tinged with shame for all those they'd unjustly slain in obligatory service to the Carrion God. Pah I say, mere whelps compared to Veterans of the Long War, Huron saw right through the Imperial Lies, seeing the real Imperial Truth, the mighty tithe. A tax that can literally be the ruin of nations in a system so corrupt and powerful that a planet can be harvested dry by a filing error. These Slaughtering whelps are mere cogs that have sprung loose in a leviathan empire, the Reaver builds his own kingdom in a place where even the dead fear to tread.
I am actually playing the eldar in dawn of war 2 .. For the first time since I got the game .. And I have played it a .. a lot .. And it is not half bad .. Something is wrong with meeeh
The Elfdar return to once again... stretch the game out for another 20 mins while hunt for the last of their Webway hideways in the vain hope that you'd either, get bored and quit, or(fingers crossed) lag out and be saved by the Bad Connection Gods. Not on MY watch!
"Noe let me tell yas a story, a story of Orkery, carnage, und da Spazz'Ead Mahreens skimpin out on un job 'alf du'un so az a bunch ov otha dum ummies gotz et instead." Oh man, I wish I still had this replay. I had some pretty good games back when I binged on DoW, but on this endeavor I successfully applied the Eldar Hide and Wait-it-Out Tactic on an online match, as an Ork. It ranks among my most memorable matches in any game. So I was spawned in on the eastern fringe of the map(you remember the one, the big one with the valleys that all opened to a central mountain set and highland connecting paths between two start points for each quadrant of the map, so each set of 8 spawn points was paired with a rear entrance connector with a relic they had to fight over), rollin Orks of Klan Kronos. It was a 8-Man-Free-for-All. We had seized a contested relic, devoured our southward adversary and encompassed his territory into our growing Orky Fort, just pumpin Req for the growing WAAGH. The warp was roiling, or well rather there was some bad lagging goin on, but most of us were gruntin through it, though the numbers were whittling down. Then came the Space Marines, I had my numbers spread across the line, my opponent a concentrated force. It was a slow and bloody struggle but they burned through my extensive Orkifications all the way to the inner relic control point I had fortified, me boyz not able to mob up big enough in the face of the onslaught(he was rolling full to start, I whittled em down but not enough). However, even as he decimated my defenders I sent out Gretchin to find a semi-hidden place in the central no-mans-land to start rebuilding, having enough surplus Req to re-establich the Orky Fort HQ structure. Either be to lost lag connection, or the Strike Force Commander decided to call it a win and quit, I don’t know, but the Space Marines withdrew from the game and the battle raged elsewhere, and I was left alone. Funnily, there was a Tau in a similar situation to me, except all he had left was one building and no builders. He kept trying to call out in chat, but I funk it best ef everone fergot bout da Boyz fer a bit so we Kronos Ladz kept radio silence. So there I sat as I slowly rebuilt, waiting quietly while I ensured my boyz would be prepped for the next attack. Instead, I ended up taking the offensive, the Imperial Guard were locked in a death struggle with, somebody(I forget who, but they were boned already by the time I got there), and I ended up being their temporary salvation, mobbing in ta finish da job before setting my gaze upon the Imperials. That too was a long fight, we both kept up the heat, but he was on the defensive and I was pushing the front. There was a moment before the end where he must have thought he’d earned some respite, he’d wiped out most of the boyz of that wave, for the first time in a while the hoard abated. There was just some pockets of resistance and I think some beat up Wartracks shelling his men, who would have had the strength to finish them boyz off and , Emperor willing, take back some ground long enough to get reinforced. What he did not know was that even while my boyz were dying on the line, I produced several packs of Stormboyz to serve as a Vanguard for my respawndent Flash Gitz. As they charged to exterminate my last assaulters, a new wave of Stormies descended upon they embattled forces. It was at this point he realized he had been defeated, and we had a gentlemanly exchange of good games before me boyz sterminated ez last bunkaz, und da boyz dat almost got krumpt, krumpt dem all instead. De end.
Really, it's not as though this mere tax that can literally strip the planet barren or require you to send your sons to die in eternal war on behalf of a corrupt theocracy that would probably sacrifice a thousand worlds to protect an ancient Shopping List, written in the imortal hand of the GodEmprah himself. The tithe of the False One is but one link in a chain that not merely binds but strangles mankind into submission.
