Sith’ari Posted April 23, 2015 Share Posted April 23, 2015 A bit late to the party, but congrats on doing so well at the tourney mate - some of those lists look properly filthy! Your army looks fantastic. Really inspiring stuff! B) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Duke Danse Macabre Posted April 24, 2015 Author Share Posted April 24, 2015 Just got all caught up on your tourney showing: Awesome sauce at placing third! Who needs power creep when you have Faith! Second: Necrons & Eldar summoning Daemons. Pretty sure i puked a bit into my mouth when I reas that... Good thing the Eldar rumours are showing that they'll no longer have access to Daemonology (Malefic) for any Personal Exterminatus-worthy Shenanigans. Third: Acheron is a solid choice. Ap3 hellstorm flamer, S:D chainfist and a TL heavy bolter. Couple that with a 3d6 run. Whats not to love? (Except maybe for its slightly silly looking helmet) Fourth and finally: the avenger is looking awesome! Cheers mate and no they don't, i already have their codex. Been reading up on a few bits to see what I will be up against. Still not sure on the knight but rules wise and fluff wise it suits sisters the best of them all. Cheers on the flyer but only just started, allot needs to be done yet. Game 2 Sisters list is the same as prior. Foe: Vlka Fenryka (Death Wolves) Space Wolves Ultra Marines Inquisition Rune Priest Runic Axe 7 Man Grey Hunter Squad Terminator Sargent With Combi Flamer and Storm Shield Wolf Standard Power Axe Flamer Drop Pod Storm Bolter 7 Man Grey Hunter Squad Terminator Sargent With Combi Flamer and Storm Shield Wolf Standard Power Axe Flamer Drop Pod Storm Bolter 5 Man Grey Hunter Squad Terminator Sargent With Combi Flamer and Storm Shield Wolf Standard Power Axe Melta Gun Drop Pod Storm Bolter 5 Man Grey Hunter Squad Terminator Sargent With Combi Flamer and Storm Shield Wolf Standard Power Axe Melta Gun Drop Pod Storm Bolter Drop Pod Storm Bolter Drop Pod Storm Bolter Drop Pod Storm Bolter Death Storm Drop Pod Whirlwind Launcher Drop Pod Assault Death Storm Drop Pod Whirlwind Launcher Drop Pod Assault Inquisitor Servo Skull Incinerator Inquisitor 2 Servo Skulls Incinerator Librarian Force Axe Scout Squad Camo Cloaks Sniper Rifles Land Speeder Storm Cerberus Launcher Jamming Beacon Heavy Bolter Scout Squad Camo Cloaks Sniper Rifles Land Speeder Storm Cerberus Launcher Jamming Beacon Heavy Bolter Centurion Devastator Squad Grav Cannon and Grav Amp Hurricane Bolter Omniscope Centurion Devastator Squad Grav Cannon and Grav Amp Hurricane Bolter Omniscope Space Wolves Turn 1: Knowing that the Wolves of russ had chosen that their bond of friendship was less important than the objective at hand the sisters knew them must be prepared to witness a betrayal at this hands. Anticipating this they shored up their defenses keep close to ruins which could provide cover for their armour is required, Forward Sentries and Assassin keeping to the shadows they sent the knight forth to provide an obvious target as they had against the Sons of Vulkan. Holding their cars close to their chest they scanned the landscape anticipating attack only to find snipers in the distance reporting positions to the Wolves space bound ships, no doubt their own already on intercept course with the wolves kennels they only had seconds to strike at the heart of the sisters before they would be pushed back. The Fleet was spread thin repelling more than a dozen fleet incursions at any one time, this meant where as they had the numbers and fire power they could not close the net as they normally would. Movement catching their commanders eyes as whizzing servo skulls darted into cover to reveal Land speeders making hast towards the sisters lines they held fast. They would give them the chance to withdraw granting the emperors mercy and allowing them to reconsider the folly of what they were about to do. Repaying this act of friendship One Half Dozen and Three flaming comets came blazing towards them as if hurled by an angry god. Wiping a tear from her eye Amelia re-entered her transport and confirmed the attack across the sisters vox frequencies before the sky became lit with little star flashes in the daylight as the wolves cruiser was pummeled from orbit. The drop pods landed as expected but not where they expected, instead landing in front of their heavy armour which was well shielded and close to aid but still this was the weakest part of the line, where the least threat was, why were they choosing to strike as cowards would? Two of the pods doors blasted open two full squads of wolves arrived just inside conflict range, meltas and bolters barking as they went bouncing harmlessly off the armour of their transports, a third pod arriving right besides them revealing itself to be empty, a Distraction? But no, this was not important, this is not where the real fight would take place, it was infact the next act that turned Amelias blood cold. What emerged from the other two was not wolves, no... these were Ultramarines Led by A librarian and Rune Priest. Could it be that they had been betrayed by two allies in but a single moment? Grav cannons spitting fire guided by the unnatural powers of those traitors say them tear into two of the orders relics, tracks shattering, crew bleeding from their eyes as their armour crushed them, organ cannons hissing angrily, the Exorcists endured but without their crew the wrath of their machine spirits could not be sated. The Vox erupting with oaths of vengeance and prayers to the Emperor from all squad leaders they prepared their reply. Sisters of Battle Turn 1: Their blood growing hot with the need for Vengeance the assassin led the way Shooting a round straight through the forehead of the Landspeeder Pilot before carrying one out the back to tear through the engine of the Transport, the force of the blow causing it to flip backwards over itself as it came at them, the engine igniting the craft in a white hot ball of flame that still paled in comparison to the burning hatred ever sister felt at that moment. A moment of quite passed as they prepared themselves as one the landscape was filled with angry roars of engines pushed into action, Immolators speeding towards the enemy. The force splitting into three, commander taking the Repressor and a pair of Immolators towards center field to counter their failed assault, Immolators turning their pods into funeral pyres, the closest of the squads slaughtered to a man as the repressor and its crew rolled over them wolves crushing them beneath their tracks. The second task force had made a beeline for the Ultra Marines, one Centurion falling to his Knees dead as his body was torn into by a pair of twin Multi Melta shots shortly before the squads leaped out and into action spraying fire onto the rest of the squad, killing the Witch and leaving a single scorched Centurion left standing. The knight final rolling forwards choosing to strike last where he was needed most had sighted the centurion threat but they were in strong cover and his might would be wasted, no, he instead sent his thermal cannon tearing into the remains of the other drop pod forces killing just shy half their number. Grinning as they struck at the heart of the foe to last of the Comets fell to the earth. Space Wolves Turn 2: Their remaining drop pods pounding into the earth as their cruiser fell back under bombardment, ancient ruins crushed beneath the fall of the craft the ramps dropped, terminator Sargents leading the way shielding their sponsors to the flank. Suddenly it all made sense, the betrayal, the presence of the joint force from two chapters, Inquisitors marched along side the wolves and not just any inquisitors. Those of the Ordo Malleus, the curs that would use any tool at their disposal and thought nothing of throwing away a billion lives for personal goals and vendettas, the Branch that would ally themselves with Daemons themselves if it brought them power. They were lower than hive scum and where as the marines had struck at them they were beholden to their authority else the be declared Traitors. The enemy Centurions spitting fire into the transports the sisters had left snapped Amelias mind back to the business at hand, they were under attack and it meant nothing the intention of the foe, only that they must be put to the sword, in his name. The last of the drop pods fell open to reveal hell, suddenly the air was awash with flame as missile flew in all directions pounding the sisters placements, sisters fell all around but still they held, hunkered down in the ruins of transports, both their own and the foes. The assault seemed without end but it was not the cry of her sisters that punctured the air but the whimpering of the wolves, the missiles were firing in all directions indiscriminately, a leering Ultra marine Centurion was struck by a warhead in the flank, puncturing his armour and detonating inside sending shards of armour in all directions, the fresh squads battered as well, inquisitors cowering be-neigh the shields of the Sargent's as their men died all around, St Katherine was with them this day truely... Sisters of Battle Turn 2 Blazing Like a Golden Beacon Saint Celestine in the Armour of St Katherine herself flashed into being charging straight at the enemy lines, the remaining squads all moving up and jumping into the fray whittling down the numbers of the foe. Knight striding forth like a god of old seeking to slay the centurions in earnest now but blocked by the number of enemy craft, battering them aside, missile silos exploding as its remains were tread into the earth. A sound like thunder rose high, another pod?... No, the enemy had been driven out of orbit, even as they fought another kind of very real battle was happening above. No, this time it allies of their own. An imperial Vendetta had taken to the field, called in by the forward sentries which were even now trying to help hold off the foe. Roaring across the field it fired its lascannons into the enemy scout positions, vaporizing one instantly as the rest dove to cover, now they had the skys this would be a very different sort of fight. I'll finish this up tomorrow, these take normally a couple hours to write up. ;) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Duke Danse Macabre Posted April 25, 2015 Author Share Posted April 25, 2015 Up for work in about 6 hours so pushed back till tomorrow. Sorry guys. I did manage to get a little work done on this baby today though. Still a long way to go but its starting to look the part, just white nose, thicken the paint, washing, shading, fine detail, touch ups, interior and glass left to do. Decided against changing the crew as well as if I do they will be unable to fit the consoles and grab what they are meant to, I could replace the whole interior but not enough space to fit in the Immolator controls sadly. A quick edit as well, forgot i had not filled on the text on one of my scrolls that a Sister was carrying so I did a little update, a pain to write so small but great fun at times. ;) Yes I know my camera sucks as well. :P http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp222/DukeDanseMacambre/IMG_09921.jpg http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp222/DukeDanseMacambre/IMG_09931.jpg Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Duke Danse Macabre Posted May 2, 2015 Author Share Posted May 2, 2015 So after a lengthy delay time to finish up the second report. The 3rd will be along in the next few days. Space Wolves Turn 3 Believing their victory at hand the Heretical Ice Witch of Fenris turned his Centurions guns onto the sisters, pure of heart and sure of their faith they were but nether the less the weapons of the imperium crushed one sister after another in their battle armour. Ceramite Plates imploding, crushed inwards as if by a mighty blow from some angry unseen god, their bodies pulverised, ribs forced inwards through their own organs, flesh twisted and torn apart, the armour seals breached bloods flowed like rivers from the breaches in the armour, still standing upright for what seemed like an eternity after the sisters themselves had died, their arm ours power cores straining to keep the suits upright in the last positions dictated by their pilots before they to gave out allowing them to fall to the floor. Amidst this hellstorm Missiles and storm bolters torn into them also from every angle and even the newly arrived space wolves peppered their squad with withering bolter fire. The round they trod on had become a charnel house littered with the dead and dying, breached and pilot less vehicles dotted all around the ranks of the foe... This had been a telling blow but in their rush to take the flank they had ignored the bulk of the forces, never the less for all their fire power poured into that one spot a single sister still rose up like an avenging specter clasping a melta gun to her chest, its muzzle roaring death as she advanced from the crater where she and the rest of her squad had stood. Sisters of Battle Turn 3: The remainign sister marching to her Death let the Melta sing its hymns of death finally putting down the last of one of those squads that had taken her sisters from her, the centurions armour no protection as all from the unexpected melta round which turned the warriors unprotected head to a blacked stump, the neck itself the only proof there was a face there at all. Celestine Blazing with Rage Flew across the field straight towards the celebrating scouts in the ruins, they thought their cover would save them did they? A landspeeder hurrying to intercept was plucked from the sky by the Vindicare, his round causing the craft to crash into the earth, its detonation washing Celestines face with a Red glow to prepare for the slaughter to come. The first of the squad were roasted alive screaming, their bodies burnt by cleansing flame. Hiding behind walls offered them no protection as the flames clung to them, their tongues burned to nothing but grease in their screaming maws as they were robed on the sight, hearing, humanity and left only the pain, the jelly of their freshly ruptured flowing down over their blistering skin. Flying into the ruins like an avenging angel she put every one inside to the sword and no Daemon in this world or the other could claim to of been more excessive in slaughter than the saint in that moment. Amelia striving to avenge her sisters focused their fire on what remained of the near by enemy in the center field whilst the immolators started to clear way the traitors drop pods. The knight not to be outdone destroyed one of the missile drop pods with a round of its mighty thermal cannon before burying its fist up to the shoulder in the other, the shrapnel of the exploding ordinance in the pod bouncing from its armour harmlessly. Seeking to carry the field and make good on the enemies mistake the Elysians poured from the Vendetta as it hovered in place, rushing to the near barriers they opened fire, plasma guns roaring taking down another handful of the foe, the Vendetta itself focusing fire on the remaining scouts hiding is some far off ruin like cowards. Ducking behind cover to safety they avoided the fire with one exception who was too slow getting to the ground and was neatly sliced in two as the Cannon tracked across his position burning through metal and flesh alike. Space Wolves Turn 4: Realising their earlier mistake the commander of the traitor forces realized he had ignored the center to his own folly, sending what men he had left he focused fire onto the freshly arrived Elsyian reserved determined to make up lost ground before it was too late, the majority of the squad melting before the expert bolter fire he dismissed the remainder as a threat. Inquisitors rallying around their own secret needs strove forwards, squads in toe to batter against the ceramite walls of the repressor, a futile task for most bet in their number a pair of armour clad terminator Sargent's stood, their frost axes carving into the hull of the tank, Amelia and her squad leaped from the back hatch with all haste, the squad bringing their meltas to bear. The battle still hung in the balance but there was still one telling factor, the knight was the true foe and little could stop it. Striding confidently on the enemy position it met the one things that could still hope to stop it. Grav weapons tearing into its armour, plates larger then men were crushed and fell from the construct, ancient machinery was crushed, main systems started going offline under the relentless assault but it endured, the rage of the god engine flaring bright... it endured... Sisters of Battle Turn 4: Amelia was no fool, she knew that their lives were in fact measured in seconds, at any moment there last breath may be snatched away from her and if that was to be the case just like her Father, she would sell her coin dearly. A grinning inquisitor leering at from behind his terminator armoured guard laughed, having shared a joke at their expense no doubt after rendering her transport useless and its pilot dead, flames from his incinerator still escaping from the back hatch. Giving a rare smile of her own she pointed dead at the traitor and screamed. "You have committed crimes against the Sisterhood, the Church and by Extension the Emperor himself, for this you sentence is death!..." At her last word the Meltas of her Squad rose as one, the traitors eyes growing wide they fired. The armour of his guard were paper to them, it torn through them all, each of them died like dogs, even her trusty bolter claiming a pair for itself. Celestine as Rushing back to the fray, the remaining inquisitor frantically barking orders before his own guard dropped to the floor a with a neat little hold through his head, courtesy of our assassin friend. Once more they were slaughtered to a man, the only mercy given was that of the emperor himself as they went to meet his judgement. Victory was in sight, Amelia felt her heart sore at the possibility as she watched her Elysian allies fire into the remaining space wolves showing them the error of their ways for having judged them no longer a threat before the Might vendettas Lascannons claimed the last of them to a man. Nothing remained now but enemy transports, cowardly scouts and the Centurions themselves, the Knights pilot obviously realizing the same thing turned from the centurions and strode to the center field battering the remaining drop pods out of his way destroying them. Momentarily confused Amelia realized that the reason they had come was where they were stood, there could be no trace of the foe here else wise their trickery may still see them steal victory today and where as it had pained the pilot to turn his wrath away from those who had hurt his god machine he knew he must. The forward sentries having rained death into the foe all battle now rushed forwards into the foe, Man vs centurion... It was no match but they sold their lives dearly to hold them in place just long enough for final victory to be theirs. End Game: Sisters: 12 Wolves: 8 The Scouts of the foe retreating back into the shadows were over looked by a daring storm wolf assault, blasting in all directions as it came in low to extract their commander and his remaining men, the Vendetta immediately answering the call sprang after the foe, lasscannons lancing over the crafts wings as they both headed into orbit. Dropping to her Knees Amelia gave thanks to the god Emperor for their victory here this day. Her eyes wet with fresh tears she looked around, burning tanks, dead Astartes in their dozens, sisters lay bloodied and unmoving on the floor having sold their lives dearly. Yes this was victory but it was at great cost. There was no time to morn however, now that the battle was over fresh orders were coming in from Velheim, they must immediately return and rearm. Flesh foes were expected soon. The only only solace she could take from that fact was that this but a single patrol force... there where a hundred like it across this sector alone. If they wanted a war of attrition, it was not one that the Astarte's could hope to win and perhaps Amelia thought with some trepidation later when fate allowed it there would be time for weakness... Amelias voice ringing out over the landscape. "Transports are inbound, tend to the wounded, gather the dead and burn the enemy... leave them nothing!" These would not spawn more traitors, not if she could help it. http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp222/DukeDanseMacambre/10900175_915406511811410_3109847718964225998_o.jpg http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp222/DukeDanseMacambre/IMG_09541_1.jpg Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Duke Danse Macabre Posted May 4, 2015 Author Share Posted May 4, 2015 Update on the flyer, coming along nicely, just need lenses on all the front scopes done, finish touching up the wing symbols and the pilots at their consoles inside. http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp222/DukeDanseMacambre/IMG_10481.jpg Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
grendal1989 Posted May 5, 2015 Share Posted May 5, 2015 looking good. I dig how you incorporated the color. Panel selection for contrast color is always a tough choice for me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Duke Danse Macabre Posted May 5, 2015 Author Share Posted May 5, 2015 Its a pain in the backside but looks the best when done unless your using spray and decorators tap. Thats how I did the canopies, cut the tape to fit. Just had to do a couple head swaps, not sure on how to base the flyer yet though, giving serious thought to pinning it to a base via metal rod. Should have a model update and the 3rd battle report soon. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Duke Danse Macabre Posted May 14, 2015 Author Share Posted May 14, 2015 So the Avenger is neatly finished, just the basing left to do, the rod is proving a pain to mount as the FW flyers have very poor stand holders so I am putting in a bar. http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp222/DukeDanseMacambre/IMG_10641.jpg http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp222/DukeDanseMacambre/IMG_10631.jpg http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp222/DukeDanseMacambre/IMG_10621.jpg Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sith’ari Posted May 14, 2015 Share Posted May 14, 2015 Looking great as usual mate! I especially all the little details you've put onto the targeting screen - Must have taken a while to paint all those rivets too! B) So what's on the painting table after the avenger? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KiwiBen Posted May 14, 2015 Share Posted May 14, 2015 Really diggin' the Avenger Duke... I'd love to get one of these for myself! Although between saving for a house deposit to build my first home, and still studying part-time, it might take me a while to save up my pocket money I really like the Knight too. How do you find it complements the SoBs? Have you experimented with some different load-outs? Keep up the excellent work! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Duke Danse Macabre Posted May 15, 2015 Author Share Posted May 15, 2015 Realized I forgot to paint the engine flare at the back since. Going to go with blue flame to keep the cool craft look I think. Still trying to get a drill bit so I can base it and for the most part I am happy with how it turned out. Only other is but replacing the heads the helmets scrape the canopy top on the front, turns out they are not sister friendly sizes. lol Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Duke Danse Macabre Posted May 19, 2015 Author Share Posted May 19, 2015 Ok so time for the third Battle Report, Sorry for the Delay, they take a really long time to write up and life has been hectic. :P Game 3 Sisters list is the same as prior. The Foe: Ultramarines Captain Sicarius Scout Squad Camo Cloaks Rifles 5 Man Tactical Squad Melta Gun Razorback Twin Linked Assault Cannon 5 Man Tactical Squad Combi Melta Melta Gun Drop Pod Storm Bolter 5 Man Tactical Squad Melta Gun Drop Pod Storm Bolter 5 Man Tactical Squad Multi Melta Melta Gun Drop Pod Storm Bolter 5 Man Tactical Squad Multi Melta Melta Gun Drop Pod Storm Bolter 5 Sternguard 4 Combi Melta Heavy Flamer Drop Pod Storm Bolter 5 Sternguard 2 Combi Plasma 2 Combi Grav Heavy Flamer Drop Pod Storm Bolter 5 Man Assault Squad Veteran Sergeant Combi Flamer 2 Flamers Drop Pod Deathwind Missile Launcher Thunderfire Cannon Techmarine 5 Man Devastator Squad 4 Lascannons 5 Man Devastator Squad 4 Missile Launchers Flakk Missiles Sisters of Battle Turn 1: Amelia having had to resupply her forces from the fortress monastery had barely enough time to kneel with her sisters and pray to the emperor for the safe deliverance of her sisters souls who went to join him the day before. They had taken heavy losses measured both in life and in relics, many of their tanks needed repairs and new crews, their machine spirits soothed by engine seers but there were others, the Exorcists among them which raged at the indignity they had suffered unable to unleash their rage on their betrayers. New crews we're quickly found and within hours of the column returning they were setting out once more to meet a new foe. They were expected but not so quickly, once again enemy ships had breached orbit to land fresh troops on their planet, their orbital defenses strained to the max as it counted more than a dozen different forces at any one time. This planet was entrusted to their safe keeping by the church of the god emperor himself, every step they took on this soil was an insult to the Emperor himself and a stain on their honour, a stain that they would see removed... Having Traveled for hours their forward sentries had located the foe, holed up in the ruins of some ancient human civilization. Not wanting to underestimate the foe Amelia ordered the column to form up and roll up in steady battle lines prepared for what may come, aerial support hanging back out of sight, their knight ally keeping to a steady pace using the largest of the ruins to shield his form until they were prepared. Reports were already starting to flood in bringing pages of data to Amelias her Helmets displays. It seemed that those Traitors that did not come with the wolves had also came alone on their own mission, perhaps they had left the wolves and the inquisition take the bait of the obvious find so they could work hear in secret unmolested whilst their forces were engaged in battle, the thought of it brought a slow sneer to Amelias lips. "No Loyalty, No Bravery, skulking in the ruins wrapping themselves in lies and deceit no better than xenos scum! The Ultramarines, The Emperors Finest they call themselves... They are not even worthy to set foot on this world never mind claim Kinship by blood to the God Emperor himself!" Hearing the oaths and cries for vengeance over the vox channels as she stirred her troops into a righteous fervor. "Come my Sisters, lets show these Pretenders The Emperors Finest!" At a unspoken command over her Head Display the Forward Sentries were given the all clear to Engage. Only a small force of the foe were present, all holed up in a singular location, a Single Razorback assumed to be carrying a squad, Thunderfire cannon and the Techmarine who was conducting the search communicating with the two Squads of Devastators around him. The Techmarines head shooting up as their own forward sentries reported the sisters movements back to them but it was too late, the Vindicare had already taken his shot by the time he looked up, the Hellfire round going straight through the lenses of his helmet before exploding out the back, showering his allies with the remains of his brain. Sentries now also opening fire in earnest against the newly spotted enemy scouts, the cover proving to great allowing all but one to duck back into cover in time to mixed sniper and lasgun fire. The Imperial Knight once more made whole now strode into view and wasted no time in firing his mighty thermal cannon, tearing the enemy razorback to shreds as 5 men were thrown from its wreck, only 4 to rise again but for a moment as a pair of gleeful exorcists were now given over to unleash their rage firing a full 12 missiles between them to shatter their super human forms, armour breached, limbs torn from bodies, flesh burnt to ash. This world would be their tomb... Ultramarines Turn 1: Hard Pressed, out manned and out gunned the Ultramarine Reinforcements came in hard and fast as expected. Scattering around the sisters forces 4 pods landed, Marines dashing from each hatch. The Sternguard hoped to quickly pay the sisters back in kind for the loss of their brothers, rushing in behind the knight they unloaded their melta gun, shields blazing into angry life deflecting every blast saw them falter, the hail of lascannon and missile fire which them struck its unprotected front toe crys of joy from their throats... For a moment. Not a scratch was left to mark what had happened and now as the knight turned to look at them they felt themselves gazing to the glowing eyes of an angry god and then, they knew fear. A pair of the four pods dropped close together, Multi Meltas and melta guns spitting fire and death at the sisters transports striking it in the rear, the faithful steed holding on through faith to the emperor held firm, its track destroyed but its hull remained unbreached and the sisters inside safe. Now though the Marines came to realize them had made an error, they were surrounded, repressor behind and 4 Exorcists surrounding them... They braced themselves for the return fire surely to come. The Remaining pod fell the the far back left of the knight, 5 Assault marines sprinting forth before the ramps had even fell flat to the ground, target in mind they rushed the ruins the sentries had been holed up in, spinning to meet this new foe lasguns firing in hast hoping to force them back too late, Promethium fire spilling over the building and them they fell to the ground, fire clinging to flesh it charred them to the bone as they all fell to the ground dead or dying. Sisters of Battle Turn 2: Muttering a quick prayer for the souls of the sentries as their life readers blinked out she directed her Repressor forwards into firing position. Two Immolator squads jumping from transports they rushed forwards the douse the foe in holy Promethium reaping an early toll made worse as the immolators detonating their transports, shrapnel tearing into armoured ceramite. As the smoke cleared all that remained was craters and 2 marines from a single squad, dazed and confused they hugged what cover they could for what use it would be as the repressor fire points opened up unleashing a barrage of melta turning those final warriors into mixed pools of melted slag metal and flesh. Exorcists and Vindicare continuing in their mission they bombarded the enemy heavy weapons seeking to buy the knight time, the fire unfortunately was largely ineffective with the exception of the vindicare taking a careless marine through the chest destroying his primary heart which would remove him from the fight at least and if untreated fatal. The Knight Having turned sprayed the sternguard with Heavy stubber fire, bouncing from their armour the thermal cannon destroyed their drop pod as it lumbered into combat, its mighty fist crushing a score of warriors leaving but one standing defiantly as he held his nerve only to await his time to die. Enemy Scouts proving nothing but a distraction for now but only a fool would ignore them completely, aerial reserves now making their way to the front, 3 lascannons opened fire on the enemy scouts, all going to ground once more they survived but would do nothing else cowering among the ruins of the dead. Ultramarine Turn 2: Sensing imminent defeat their plans began to unravel Captain Sicarius had boarded his own drop pod mere seconds after the first drop pods had landed. Falling to earth amid 2 other pods they hope to strike at the heart of the sisters force and save their brothers. His mood grew grim as he watched each life signature blink out as he was fed fresh battlefield readings by the forces on the ground. Their pods arrived among the ruins of their allies and when they stepped forth they did so onto the bodies of their friends, filled with rage he sent his men straight into the foe striking for the vulnerable sisters outside their transports rather than the main threat, pouring all they had into them 6 of the 10 fell to the ground and did not rise again this day or any other, armour rent, blood spilling forth, this was the price each of them knew they may one day ahve to pay. Lascannons and missiles flying towards the aircraft the pilot deftly twisted his way through the storm of oncoming fire, the two missiles that did find him exploding harmlessly across his armoured craft, he had been flying the old girl going on a decade, he knew every lump and bump on her and he knew it would take more than that to lay her low. The Assault squad fled into the ruins trying to reach their captain as the Final Sternguard marine was scooped up with contemptuous ease and crushed to death before his lifeless corpse was hurled towards the scouts position as they chose to try and work themselves into deeper cover. Sisters of Battle Turn 3: Knowing the Foe was now fully Committed it was time to let the hammer blow fall. Sisters leaping out of transports, Celestine flying over head they descended on the Ultramarines like the Valkyries of old, slaying evil wherever they found it and ministering to true warriors as they passed their fallen sisters. Flames washing over the foe as melta and bolter fire raked clean the landscape, in their anger they had fallen into a crossfire much like their brothers, exorcists joining the barrage, the music of death filling the ruins they sat in, when the smoke cleared only a single Ultra Marine stood shielded by his captain, all others were death, all their armour, transports and cover had not helped them, now they staired down the entire Sisters force, they staired down their death. In the maelstrom of destruction though 1 Immolator had raced away sisters still clad for battle, they had another mission to complete. Jump troops leaping from the low hanging Valkyrie they dashed forwards plasma gun slamming into the scouts making this a up close battle, two dropped to earth dead as the fighting began. The Knight striding forwards the commander pushed full power into the legs and forwards shields, he would close with the enemy heavy weapons, they were far away, right at the edge of his range but he charged forth into their oncoming fire which tore a chunk of hardened ceramite armour from the Knights pauldron before he slammed into the ruins, fist tearing through stone walls like paper 2 of the heavy weapons immediately fell silent before they fell back deeper into the ruins onto of range for now. Ultramarines Turn 3: Realizing the his mistake A calm dreaded angry overtook Sicarus, he moved with deadly intent towards the sisters, his remaining brother by his side seeking to avenge their fallen. Coming here had been a mistake but they were the orders given to him and thus he must carry them out as any Servant of the Emperor should. Charging forth, a war cry spilling from his lips. "FOR ULTRAMAR!" They charged towards the ranks of the sisters as flame washed over them, his cape and adornments ablaze, paint peeling from his armour the heat forced him to his knees, his brother did not fare so well and was instead cooked to death in his armour. The Devastators Piling in everything they had struck the knight with renewed fury tearing a groan from the machine as another round found its way home blasting free another chunk of its armour tearing at the cables and pipes beneath, sadly though it had done little but enrage the knight as it advanced on them menacingly. Assault Marines spiriting to their captains aid were confronted with a fully armed immolator bearing down fast, having no other choice they sprayed the rear with bolt fire doing little but scratching the paint. Scouts finally in place had better luck as their rifles expertly picked two two of the landing party dispatching them with ease making the match up now 3 on 2, still outnumbered as they were though it would be fooling to move closer to the foe and so they held their ground. Sisters of Battle Turn 4: The Knight Let loose its mighty Thermal Cannon slaying the two remaining marines from the lascannon squad even as its heavy stubber found a gap in the armour of the missile launcher squad. The Vindicare deciding to lend a hand sent another round flying through a coin sized hole in the wall to tear through the unhelmeted head of the squad Sargent sending to squad into confusing as the knight charged into the fray killing the two nearest before crushing the remaining marine to death under his Iron heel. Drop Troop charging though the ruins, plasma and las together flying over head claimed another scout as the last stood defiantly sending round after round into the ranks of the troopers, had the battle continued to to rightful end in his rage he may of killed them all but that same rage had made him deaf to anything else around him but his chosen foe and so he did not see the Vendetta until it was too late, three Lascannon rounds tore out, two finding their mark on his body slicing through him with fist sized beams as the remaining parts of his body fell to the floor twitching. Among the last the Assault marines held fire as the sisters advanced from their Immolator, the tank and sisters pouring their fire into them, plasma tearing chunks of flesh from those unlucky enough to be in the way their armour was no protection at all. The Sargent watched Helpless as a plasma round tore through the body of one of his men, the round igniting his power pack as its mini fuel cell erupted into a mini detonation scattering the marines body over his brothers. Only two left standing they hoped that the worst was over only to have that hope snatched away as a nearby wall exploded outwards under the bulk of an exorcist, its golden pipes singing their songs of death for him and his men. He watched the missiles growing closer with resignation and then it went black... Sicarius struggled to his feet, his body feeling like lead he pulled his helmet his his head, the lenses were shattered from the heat, it would only hamper him. Casting his gaze about at the enemy forces he realized he was the last, there was no one else, he was all alone. His men were dead or dying by his feet and his had no less than a dozen heavy weapon leveled straight at him. He had failed, he had led his warriors to their death and the shame was almost to much to bare... "Duke Sicarius..." A Golden Figure Straight from the Choirs of earths ancient religions descended in front of him just outside of striking distance. "Is this how you will be remembered?... a battered a beaten man or do you wish to leave more than shame?" The words galavnising him he pointed his blade square at her chest to the rage of the sisters around them, crys of kill the unbeliever, and destroy the traitor rising up from the warriors. "I'm not leaving here without my men!" Charging forward he swung his blade in a high arching blow towards the saints face, smiling effortlessly as she charged him she turned the blade aside. The bout lasted only a minute but in that time two legends came together to do battle, The Captains armour saving his life time and time again as they traded thrust and counter thrust, finally through a gap in his guard Celestine Plunged her sword into the back of his exposed leg through the joins in his power armour, snarling in pain he slashed wildly striking Celestine firmly in her free arm before she could dodge out of range, the armour holding but a audible snap echoing across the landscape as he arm flopped lifeless to her side. Seeing an opening he went to charge forward, his wounded leg buckling beneath his weight as Celestine came in close once more, knocking his blade from his hand she swung at his head, the blow to quick to avoid... this was the end, his end. Blinding pain flared in his skull as he was thrown onto the floor, she had indeed struck him but not with the blade edge, standing over him, her armoured boot pinning the wounded captain in place he stared up at her looking every inch an avenging angel, her previous injuries gone like so much dust on her once more immaculate armour. "You will live Cato, this is not where you die. You will be given safe passage for you and your men back to your ship and you will leave..." Looking about him as she continued to address him as if he were like a child in her eyes, his men dead about him... No, in the rubble, it was slight but some were still shifting, heavily wounded but alive. "Some of them may still live, of those that have passed to join the emperor at his side we will return their bodies to you, make no mistake you betrayed us this day and we will not forget it, however you are not the architect of this design, merely a tool and in the future in the dark days to come when the night is full of terrors and closes in all around it will be us by your side, our fire illuminating the way forwards in his name" His Pride rankled at the way he was addressed but none the less understood the boon he was being gifted, A Sisters Vendetta set down beside them, Sisters helping to carry half dead and wounded marines to the craft, most unconscious or unable to speak he understood that it was his time to go. Looking to the saint he nodded his thanks "Thank you for your mercy this day, it won't be forgotton". Smiling her knowing smile in Return "I Know it won't" Game End Sisters of Battle: 20 Ultramarines: 0 Sicarius survived to the last turn game turn 5 in single combat with Celestine. I elected to charge him with herself as he could not of lasted a turn of shooting so we would have a cool final duel to end on. Sorry it has taken me so long to post this up but as always let me know what you think. I am sorry for the lack of images in this case however, I have a sneaking suspicion my last 3 games lack them... I may of forgot. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sororita Katya Posted June 3, 2015 Share Posted June 3, 2015 I like the effort you put into your battle reports. Although you commonly mix the he/she terms around :P. Your army is really starting to take shape! I really like the classic paint job on the avenger :) I'm elated to know that sisters are giving Marines everywhere a run for their money and my congratulations for doing so well at the tournament. I find it odd that someone running the tournament played as they are generally banned from doing so at all the comps I have been too which helps a lot, although I did call shenanigans once when another organiser came to an event and took first despite being completely crushed and running a really cheesy WoC list, the other guy who came second clearly should have won but the runners of the event wanted advertising at his event so they probably threw it his way. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Duke Danse Macabre Posted June 3, 2015 Author Share Posted June 3, 2015 Its a slip of the tongue sadly. A old habit most of us fall into. :( I have had it happen a few times where events I have went to where the organizers take the top 2 places on a regular basis, kinda leaves a bad taste in my mouth when they mark everything for sportsmanship to painting scores then do that. Trying to get allot done for my Inquisition and Deathwatch Done atm, not sure if I should keep that part in this thread though but it does remind me strongly of my old witch hunters. If no objections though i will start to show them off as they are my sisters allies. They fill gaps liek wraith knight hunting and drop pod defense. Need to finish a Cortez Conversion for my sisters as well. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Duke Danse Macabre Posted June 12, 2015 Author Share Posted June 12, 2015 Anyway a Quick update. Been doing allot on allied forces of late, namely my Assassins, Death Watch and Inquisition. I miss my Witch Hunters so warbands have been high on the list so a quick update of what I have been doing is in order I think. http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp222/DukeDanseMacambre/IMG_12241.jpg http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp222/DukeDanseMacambre/IMG_12251.jpg http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp222/DukeDanseMacambre/IMG_12261.jpg http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp222/DukeDanseMacambre/IMG_12271.jpg http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp222/DukeDanseMacambre/IMG_12281.jpg http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp222/DukeDanseMacambre/IMG_12291.jpg http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp222/DukeDanseMacambre/IMG_12311.jpg http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp222/DukeDanseMacambre/IMG_12321.jpg http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp222/DukeDanseMacambre/IMG_12331.jpg Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sororita Katya Posted June 12, 2015 Share Posted June 12, 2015 They're sweet! Love the blood spatter effect! Is that the new GW blood one you used? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Duke Danse Macabre Posted June 13, 2015 Author Share Posted June 13, 2015 Indeed it is, it's a really fun paint to use, can be a little hard to judge the amount needed but in honesty the pictures make it look like there is allot more. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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