OOC Thread Character Thread ~Dramatis Personae~ @Uriel1339 - Wolfgang Steinmeyer @lord-watchman - Richard Taylor @Vulpas - Vulpas @TuskatheDaemonKilla - Rico Reiner @Maleth - Alicia Cartwright @Casavay - Persefoni 'Percy' Sarah Franklin @SpaceHulk - Jim Corners @GobMaw_HellSmasha - Jim L. Jenkins ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ **Game Store** < @Uriel1339 @CommissarGaunt @TechCaptain @lord-watchman @Vulpas > < @TuskatheDaemonKilla @Maleth @Casavay @SpaceHulk @GobMaw_HellSmasha > Today is Saturday, the beginning of the weekend. The days where at least some people get a day to have fun and relax after the stress of school and work. The day where people can just spend the day to do what they want. Vegetate on the couch in front of video games or TV, go out shopping or to visit the mountains, ocean, or whatever. The zoo or museum is always a good choice. But there is a certain kind of people who enjoy going to this place called a "game store" on their free days, standing around a table and performing mock battles with meticulously (or haphazardly) built and painted miniatures of soldiers and tanks. This particular group enjoyed doing such with models from a fictional grimdark science fiction setting called... ~*Warhammer 40k*~ And so it was that their favorite (And likely only. I mean, seriously, the shit's rare where I live for some reason. Well, not THAT rare, but still. Okay, I am digressing now...) game store opened at 12 noon on the dot as usual, and the group of freinds (or acquaintances. Frenemies. Etc Etc.) could pile in at their leisure when they arrived, setting up for this crazy large 2000+ point battle where everyone could play as their favorite faction (That is a 20,000+ point battle. Not counting the reinforcement rules. You guys are insane) Little did they know that this crazy game, planned for just some bullshit fun, would land them in something much crazier.
Putting away the gunmetal grey device that had afflicted him so since this new century had began, the last words of "By your orders General." echoed into the store even as the connection cut. With a slight sigh and re-positioning of the pack slung across broad shoulders, the figure moved towards the end of the board taking in the field that would become blood soaked and pocketed by craters in very little time...at least in ones imagination of course. Absent mindedly scratching the scar tissue and then realizing what he was doing, the person instead occupied their passive attention towards removing with reverent care the battle forces of the only true fighting force in the Warhammer universe...the Solar Auxilia. While the units were most definitely broken just like the lesser played Adeptus Sororitas, they were too brilliantly designed to pass up. Yet since they were out of place in their time, the man was content with simply assigning them as regular Guard. 3,000 pristine Auxilia were broken into platoons, squads, and fire teams with heavy weapon squads overlapping the deployment zone. Splendid in their silver plated armour, crimson plumes which would flutter in the wind, their crests blazoned with the Imperial Eagle and weapons raised to strike down all who would dare resist the destiny of Man....yes this was a fighting force to behold. Custom made grenadier squads dominated the infantry giving way to flamer formations and heavy storm infantry sections. While the current Codex for the Imperial Guard would designate them all as stormtroopers, hardened veterans, and Scions, there was no mistaking that the forces already entrenching on the battlefield were the elite of the elite. The arrogance was visible in the very air as they took to the fields without the need for vehicles. Their weapons would be all they needed, the dice already consecrated for the coming slaughter, wargear appropriated and blessings made to the Emperor. A smile split the figures face which would make even a serial killer look like a saint, there was no mercy...no remorse, not even a slight eminence of pulling back. There was no need to hide the strength displayed or the fact the amount of points involved was enough to take on several players at once without pause, only the perfection of ordered ranks dominating the plastic riddled battlefield. Taking out a tablet and using it to project a 3D representation of the troop strengths, courtesy of the latest defense initiative by the Army Corps of Engineers, there would be no backing down. Swiping gingerly through painstakingly detailed manifests, every model named and ranked. Weapons categorized, ammunition allocated, even small backgrounds written. There was no disguising that this was the sign of a very dedicated player...and one who was rumored to have existed. Some knew him as simply "The Major" while others were unfortunate to know a part of his real name. None spoke it out loud in the mans presence for even the slightest provocation brought a soul piercing stare and the thought they would die where they stood should this specimen of military indoctrination wish it. Yet the nickname of "Major" was quite accurate for the aristocratic air which permeated the hostile territory around him bled the essence of military, structure, and order. Knowing no defeat even when deployed, The Major was ready to slate the battle lust once more after the latest of deployments. It had been two years since he had last been able to play, mostly due to the wishes of the Government, and then several months being trapped in a hospital with nothing to do but throw digital currency at ForgeWorld buying new miniatures. Standing at parade rest, shoulders rigid to the point that a fortress could be erected on them. Hard pressed creases sharpened to the point they made blades look safe for children. The Major traumatized the wall across from him as he waited for the game to begin. Sparing only a moment to consult the only real pleasure he allowed himself, a golden watch which was pitted and dented, the paint work fading but the emblem emblazoned across the center unmistakable: First Marine Division - Hell's Own Devils. Gilded hands whispered the currents of time from their shadowy hands...five minutes past noon...one minute behind schedule for deployment, an eternity in the making.
Alicia got up early this Saturday, seeing as today was a day would a very big day at the game store with the huge 20,000+ points free-for all that was going down, which Wolfgang and Persey were going to. So after getting dressed, throwing on a dress then collected up her Dark Eldar army, which was quite large and one which she spent a lot of her time painting and modelling. Just ask the four Wych Squads with Raiders for transport, two Scourges squads, a pair of Razorwing Fighters, the Archon with his Venom, two lots of Incubi and a bunch of Trueborn, along with two Ravagers, all painted in a rather fetching red and purple colour scheme. She did have more of those units in the box she was taking to the store, so that she had reinforcements but hopefully her victory would be flawless and therefore, not need reinforcements. With this army set up, she'd have to flowing around the battlefield and taking out the opposition rather than hiding in a corner with a tonne of firepower but well, at least it meant she could quickly strike and run, just like an actual Dark Eldar would. Once she arrived at the store, she'd be busy getting them all ready for the free for all, not bothering to learn what unit's that the other players brought and therefore, what she'd be fighting against. After all, it was all for fun!
Richard stood on the opersite side of the table looking at the auxilia and started setting up a force of daemons bolsterd by thousand sons, the force was lead by four mighty figures, Ahirman, Belakor, karios Fateweaver and the daemon lord angrath. In total he felt happy that it had worked so well transporting the models here the majority of his models for this game were reserve for sumoning and watching as the daemon lord slaughterd
Jim was sitting down on a stool at one corner of the table, he had already set up his hoard of Bad moon orks and now was viewing what those who had set up brought. He felt content that no one else had bigger army than him but at the same time vexed because he was thinking that if he lost, the victor would boast and talk down to him, and being the slightly arrogant person that he is, he considered cheating. He looked down to his sizeable army and then stared at his reserve models, and just focusing on them reassured him.
Rico sat by his own table his mixed army of Khornate daemons and world eaters carefully organized into their assigned groups. At the very front of his army was his prized Bloodthirster he named Tusk the Butcher of Overconfidance after he somehow managed to win his first match once he was able to scrounge up enough cash and free time to be able to finally start a table top army. Of course if his ork army was finished he would have brought them but unfortunately he was still working in his warboss that he named after an ork warboss in the lore that went into the warp to fight and kill daemons and somehow got stuck in khorne's brass castle. The army he brought was actually two the first one is his Chaos space marines lead by the Chaos Lord He decided to name Joe for no real reason he wasn't feeling very creative that day and the name stuck the second is his chaos daemon army lead by Tusk and after hear just how big this game was going to be he decided to merge them for this one time and see how it goes for all he knew maybe Joe and Tusk could get along they were both khornate after all. After he had finished the final adjustments in the organization if the merged armies he decided to take a seat and lean back for a bit until the game started. He smirk on his face Ashe thought about the game for a moment"This going to be interesting." he leaned his head forward and contemplated his strategy for the game After a few seconds he realized that he might as well go with the fun way and just charge Tusk and Joe into the thick of it and have his horde of Bloodletters and khorne berserkers back them up after all this wasn't really a serious game it was just somthing some of his aquatinted he guessed he could call them came up with and he decided to join in. "Khorne grant me the strength to swipe these armies aside." He joked to himself as he waited for the deployment. He would need some kind of god's strength to be able to win this while it didn't really mean anything in the end as it was just a bunch of Warhammer fans having fun he would still like to win granted he wasn't even that good. He leaned back trying to calm himself as he started to have shakes of excitement as the time to start drew near he felt that this was going to be a damn long and difficult game with so many people playing with such large armies and quite frankly he as excited to get started as he was for Christmas morning when he was little.
Traveling several miles by foot to a game store was a mighty task, but one Vulpas was willing to take to play large game of war hammer awakening early in the morning around four O clock, He began his Journey getting ready getting his back pack filled with the few miniatures he had and getting a shower and dressed, while grabbing some supplies and his music player for the journey along with books to read and a walking stick. After several long hours of walking and listening to music he made it to the store where he took a quick nap out side before it turned eleven thirty. looking a bit like a hobo he woke up when the manage found him when opening the store soon recognizing him he left him be after Vulpas entered the store to set. Already the Major, Richard, Rico Jim, and Persey were setting up. Taking off his backpack, Vulpas began to set up his Imperial strike force. In it was a support force of Sorritas, Red templar, and Blood ravens. The Red templar making up all of the vehicles of the support force but few of the Infantry and the Sorritas and Blood ravens 5th company. Sorritas of a minor order he made up as a custom Oder that wears Black, Orange and Red, Order of the sacred Flame. A single land raider Helios was in the center of the battle group beside it were four predators on its flanks and one relic contemptor dreadnoughts on its rear all painted in the scheme of the Red Templar, Around them a Infantry support group of Sisters of battle and attack bikes of the Red Templar guarded these engines of war. Dominions, Battle sisters, Serphim, squads all stood around these vehicles to support them in combat. In the rear two storm raven acting as Air support for this deadly collum of troops. Besides this group his final group of blood ravens a small strike force, Equipped with a few Librarian, Chaplains, devastators and tactical squads. All of these forces were under the command of the 2nd captain of the Red Templar here to aid the Imperial forces. As Vulpas finished he felt proud of the Imperial force he got together for a cheap price and labor work, Working for someone who had passed that use to play war hammer 40k the family had cut him a deal and would gave him the miniatures, and the force for some time of work moving the dead mans belongings and 50 bucks. It quite a steal though the hard work had taken several days he came out with his prize and bronchitis for his work, Putting on his headsets he began waiting as he listened to some Iron maiden as he waited for the others to arrived. "May the Emperor, guide my guns to victory." He said joking a bit with Rico as he heard him.
Jim L. Jenkins-or Jimbo as he was affectionately/not so affectionately referred as- looked upon his ridiculously haphazard bunch of Death Skulls he accumulated from his collection of Ork Models. He was one of the only people nutty enough to field his custom Gargant alongside his hodgepodge of looted vehicles and boyz for support. Such a decision being nutty due to the fact that it just paints a big damn target on itself in the middle of a free for all. Jimbo wasn't one too care about winning, or worry about strategy and tactics. If he wanted to worry about any of that he'd field space marines, or some sort of faction with incredibly overpowered units, and an equally as powerful codex. No, he fielded things he thought looked cool, or just looked like a whole lot of fun to use and see on the field. So when he heard of the 20,000+ point game he just had to bring some of the biggest and most ludicrously point valued things he had. If he decided against fielding his Gargant then he might have been able to rival other Jim's sheer amount of models. He definitely had way more of his Orky models to use back home, and it gave him a bit of flexibility in the games he played in, never having to field the same unit twice in a row. Mixing and matching his units just to see what happened was fun in his mind. He did what he wanted too do. It's why he really loved his Orky army. Even if they didnt win very often against the more try hard of army's, as long as the game was good, and stayed lighthearted and fun, he was happy. He took look over at other Jim. Seeing him field his own Orky army of Bad Moons. It brought a goofy smile on his face. "You brought your Orks today Jim?" he asked, observing the massive amount of models he had, "glad to see somebody else going green for this game."
"Yeah good luck to ya friend I have a feeling everyone's going to need it today." Rico chuckled from his seated position and he turned to the two Jims. "Hey guys sorry I couldn't bring out Tuska and his daemon killas today but the're still not finished. Nice to see the blue and yellow though I do wonder what would happen if you paint a rokit blue and yellow? I mean would it make a seeking rokit or something ah listen to me think aloud hey maybe I should have gone for Tzeench." Rico laughed at himself as the others prepared their armies he never really was the social type but somthing about this alway brought out his social side.
@TuskatheDaemonKilla "Think blue is for luck, for Orks Right?, Maybe it would make it a lucky rokkit it and get critical hits? or possibly have a bigger blast?" Vulpas suggested as he looked at Rico. He looked at there positioning of all the armies currently. Major had his army set up and ready. While His own army had the space port, Currently the ork armies, were out in what looked to be in east, and to the north were the daemon armies of Richard, and at the edge of all this was the dark eldar armies Alica was using. His own plan relied heavily on him holding the space port for reinforcements and to call in good old air and space superiority for bombardments. He looked back to the models Vulpas had Taking personal note in the Detail he had for His librarian, Deciding to name him Nathineel on the librarian a Corvus helmet on his belt of a fellow brother that was good friend to the librarian that fell in death watch, from his first role play in 40k he remembered smiling a bit. He felt it was going to be a good day, No disturbances while thinking, and some snacks he brought with some tea.
