+ Walls Fail, Fists Do Not! +

[Lachdannan]

That is looking really gritty. Love it.

[Brother Argent]

Well model is made, an Interdictor Devestator Sarge, but my phone camera is being difficult and my actual camera's chargers power cord has vanished... It seems the trickery of Tzeentch is at play here...

[Dosjetka]

I have yet to build my entry, let alone paint it. I'm not here the whole weekend, so the pressure is on!

[Brother Argent]

I have given up on painting it at this stage... You can do it though Dos, Year of passing all vows and all that.

 

You know with you, Cambrius and myself all on this redemption thing, we could make an actual challenge out of it...

[Kastor Krieg]

Roleplay bravado aside, I got struck this week with several personal problems, one in my painting workshop and I lost my job. Apologies, but my zeal needs to be directed elsewhere. I need to crusade myself up a new job.

[Dosjetka]

All the best, Kastor! Zeal away!

[Brother Argent]

Best of luck Kastor buddy.  I am sure if you put a list of your successful Crusades on your Resume/CV I am sure you can find something.

[Kastor Krieg]

Thanks, Brothers! I shall be around nonetheless, this new yellow technique I came up inspired me to do a LOT of new IF models. Finally yellow is not a chore!

Here's the recipe:

http://www.bolterandchainsword.com/topic/318089-new-yellow-recipe-easy/

[Brother Argent]

The dull whirring click of one of Devastator Brother Sergeant Charrisen's servo skulls droned past, its inbuilt cogitator and auspex's running over the distant strongholds weak points, cataloguing each one before relating them to Charrisen's armours systems. A second servo skull hovered just above Charrisen's shoulder, its jack plugged into his suits power pack, ran constant range algorithms and ordinance calculations. Not that the young sergeant needed their aid. There was a reason he had never progressed from the Chapter's Devastator contingent. It was here he was in his element. He had always held an affinity for the big guns. Nothing was more satisfying as the bark of a heavy bolter as it spat death into xeno hordes, or the distinctive whine of a multi melta before it turned traitors armour to slag or even the certain smell that was always hanging in the air following the discharge of a plasma cannon. He looked grimly down at his replacement bionic arm that rested on the pommel of his faithful chainsword. Still, he thought to himself, plasma wasn't without its risks. He had lost that arm to a plasma cannon overheat during his time in the Reserve Companies. No matter, a small price to pay for duty to the chapter.

"Brother Charrisen, breach the gate!" came the clipped command of his Brother Captain over his suits vow. Charrisen looked up at the vast gate that towered before he and his men. With a grim smile he voxed through the command to his heavy weaponry wielding marines and two bright balls of plasma shot across the gap into the armoured gate. With a white hot heat they blasted against the reinforced doors, causing them to shudder under the impact but not give at all.

"Brother Sergeant, the gate is to strong to plasma to breach!" one of the bolter carrying marines of his squad called to him from his position of cover nearby.

" I am well aware of that, Brother," Charrisen said quietly.

"Then why order the cannons to fire, Brother Sergeant?" the brother replied quizzikly.

"Because its rude not to knock," Charrisen replied with his usual dark humour before raising his chainsword to point at the edifice.

" Krak missiles! Break it open!" he roared over the vox channels and two missiles shot from cover and their boom marked the fall of the traitors fortress.

Crap picture with crap writing but I am at work tomorrow and I am not failing this challenge. Will redo both as well as get him painted but for now thats going to have to do. Annoyed at myself for not getting further but such is life.

[BattleBrotherJohn]

http://i1225.photobucket.com/albums/ee398/john123418/_20160116_114205.jpg

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Veteran Marine Aldous Chen , 8th assault squad , 2nd Battle Company , Imperial Fists Chapter.

 

With the 7th and 8th assault squads of the Swords of Terra  tasked with the role of Vanguard Assault , veteran brother Aldous Chen would find himself at the heart of the offensive that would break the siege of Immortis Gate .

 

Amidst a storm of shot and shell the Land Raider Indomitable transported the marines of the 8th squad into the heart of the enemy forces , from where Chen and his brothers launched a brutal , ruthless attack with bolt pistol and chainsword ,with flamer and melta bomb , grenade and fist ,  that within hours had smashed a breach in the outer defences of the fortress. 

 

Aldous Chen's war continued as the Imperial Fists and Guard forces pushed deeper into Immortis Gate's defensive fortifications. 

 

Again and again the Vanguard Assault squads found themselves called upon to lead a bloody close quarters assault on an enemy position or to blunt a futile counter attack launced by the increasingly desperate defenders.

 

In all these actions Aldous Chen displayed the stubborn resilience and fortitude that characterises the sons of Rogal Dorn.

[DracoFox]

I Hereby accept this challenge and Vow to complete the task set before me and will do so within the remaining ten hours and twenty minutes, In the Emperor's Name.

[DracoFox]

I have Completed my Vow, and with six hours to spare! I wish I'd checked the forum earlier so I didn't have to rush this, but I think it came out very well for the time I knocked it out in. Plus this really livened up my night. First Vow: COMPLETE.

[Wulfgar Ironmane]

And my second vow is done.

 

 

 

[Brother Pheidias]

Another far-off barrage of Imperial artillery registered as nothing more than a faint rumble in the green-lit interior of the command bunker. General Vasteth Gran smiled faintly, safe in the knowledge of the impregnability of the defenses, quite untouchable to the Imperialist lap-dogs. Suddenly, the internal alarms went off, confused looks criss-crossing the command center. A faint groan from the sealed-off auxillary tunnel rose, becoming a screaming roar of tortured metal. Two dull thuds punctuated the cacophony, before the massive bulkhead toppled inwards, and through the smoky haze they strode, yellow-armoured giants, most bearing breacher shields, though one carried a massive breachersaw, actinic spraks flashing from the powered chain-teeth. An instant later, and General Vasteth Gran knew no more, as the Imperial Fists opened fire, the storm of bolterfire erasing all semblance of a secessionist military high command.

Sometimes breacher-charges have to be supplemented with powertools
http://i1070.photobucket.com/albums/u490/Revnesko/WH40K/WIP/DSC01927_zpslrhoxyqs.jpg

http://i1070.photobucket.com/albums/u490/Revnesko/WH40K/WIP/DSC01928_zps1g1iseue.jpg

http://i1070.photobucket.com/albums/u490/Revnesko/WH40K/WIP/DSC01929_zpswkmfo1jc.jpg

And of course, it's a shamelessly stolen design, but I can't remember who did it, I saw it two days ago on here, and just knew that this needed to be my entry in the Walls Fail, Fists Do Not!

[Marshal Mattias]

That's freaking awesome. Speaking as a Templar, I feel all personal weaponry should be capable of cutting a heretic in half, but that thing could cut a baneblade neatly down the middle!

[Bob Hunk]

Excellent work all around Brothers. Here's my entry, I was hoping to find time to paint him, but real life got in the way. Anyway...

Brother Alvares, Breach Breaker

A veteran of the Breach Breaker units, Alvares was assigned to the VII Legion heavy support squads whose specific role was to provide punishing fire support to the Breacher Squads as they stormed breaches in enemy defences. In the event that Imperial Fist defences were compromised, the Breach Breaker units would suppress enemies assaulting the breach until an Astartes counter attack could be moved into position.

http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u72/Bob_Hunk/Miniatures%20-%20Imperial%20Fists/Fisto601_zpsshot7hny.jpg

LED muzzle flare on.

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LED muzzle flare off.

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'Eat 0.998 caliber bolt rounds with custom explosive warheads traitor scum!'

Brother Alvares was known for his technically accurate, if long-winded, battle cries.

[Dosjetka]

Capitano is authorised to post his entry with a slight delay and The_Chaplain has some extra time to finish his. For all others though...

 

+ EVENT FINISHED +

 

I'll do a full write-up, etc tomorrow after some well-earned rest. Looking after fourteen extremely enthusiastic kids over the weekend leaves you quite exhausted, even with help. :lol:

[Chronotonic]

Thanks again man...

 

 

Veteran Brother Marius Vetras hails from Holy Terra itself.  After his time in the scout company and his time in the reserve companies he spent time with the fourth company here he gained his secondment to the Death Watch.

 

Of his records that were released show above and beyond even for Death Watch Standards.  Upon returning to the Chapter he was promoted to Veteran of the 1st Company.  Upon his return his skill with bolter and grav-weapon has increased to standards not seen in most other marines.  From time to time he will spend some time with the 10th company and the sniper scouts and help them with techniques not known to the chapter at large.  "lucky shots" as called by other chapter in the battle field are upon inspection by Tech Marines "critical shots" that take xeno tech out of the question quickly allowing marines to capitalize on his success.

 

-Thanks again for letting me post this

[jimbo13]

Another far-off barrage of Imperial artillery registered as nothing more than a faint rumble in the green-lit interior of the command bunker. General Vasteth Gran smiled faintly, safe in the knowledge of the impregnability of the defenses, quite untouchable to the Imperialist lap-dogs. Suddenly, the internal alarms went off, confused looks criss-crossing the command center. A faint groan from the sealed-off auxillary tunnel rose, becoming a screaming roar of tortured metal. Two dull thuds punctuated the cacophony, before the massive bulkhead toppled inwards, and through the smoky haze they strode, yellow-armoured giants, most bearing breacher shields, though one carried a massive breachersaw, actinic spraks flashing from the powered chain-teeth. An instant later, and General Vasteth Gran knew no more, as the Imperial Fists opened fire, the storm of bolterfire erasing all semblance of a secessionist military high command.

Sometimes breacher-charges have to be supplemented with powertools

http://i1070.photobucket.com/albums/u490/Revnesko/WH40K/WIP/DSC01927_zpslrhoxyqs.jpg

http://i1070.photobucket.com/albums/u490/Revnesko/WH40K/WIP/DSC01928_zps1g1iseue.jpg

http://i1070.photobucket.com/albums/u490/Revnesko/WH40K/WIP/DSC01929_zpswkmfo1jc.jpg

And of course, it's a shamelessly stolen design, but I can't remember who did it, I saw it two days ago on here, and just knew that this needed to be my entry in the Walls Fail, Fists Do Not!

YES!!! I believe every son of dorn should have one standard issue

[Brother Cambrius]

I'll do a full write-up, etc tomorrow after some well-earned rest. Looking after fourteen extremely enthusiastic kids over the weekend leaves you quite exhausted, even with help.

You wouldn't happen to be a Scout Leader, would you? ;)

Congrats to everyone who completed their miniatures! Some outrageously outstanding kitbash creations too!

Cambrius

[Dosjetka]

Twenty-one brothers set out on this challenge. Fifteen return victorious (one shall be a bit late). I think that's a very decent result! :tu:

 

Congratulations to all who managed to finish on time! I must say, I'm pleasantly surprised to see how many of you went further than just creating a model! There have been some very characterful pieces of fluff and good paint jobs!

 

The points that have been rewarded will be added to the Hall of Heroes once I've finished tinkering with it and can finally reveal it to you all. Hopefully I'll manage to do this by the week's end. Fingers crossed and famous last words. :P

 

Again, thanks to all who participated and congrats to those who completed the challenge! :D

[Chronotonic]

In my defense I was on a penance crusade

[Thedarkprincesnun]

Congratulations to everyone who finished. I was going to put some fluff with my sergant but i couldnt think of what to put without it being corny

[The_Chaplain]

Thanks for letting me turn it in late Dosjetka-- he's missing a shoulderpad, but hopefully I'll be able to get a hold of one after this :cuss snow clears!

 

Semyon often contemplated his lot in life as he calibrated his rifle.  The fact he was a captain of the Adeptus Astartes, a position that many would covet, did not impact that rumination in a positive manner however.  Had he known that the chapter he once felt such love for would purposefully sideline him and squander his talents on the battlefield so he could all but raise generations of new recruits to the chapter while the chapter underwent a series of doctrinal identity crises, he never would have accepted the position.  He lived for the exhilaration of battle, slaying the myriad foes of the Emperor, relishing the caress of the trigger depression against his gauntleted finger.  How long had it been since he had felt that lover-like caress  somewhere that mattered to the captain, rather than in a training regimen surrounded by the mewling pups of recent generations?  

 

Not today he thought, a predatory grin splitting his otherwise maudlin features as he loaded the magazine of custom tailored ammunition into the chamber of his weapon.  He was Semyon Grabin, 'Death's Herald" of the Confessors he affirmed to himself, as he pulled the trigger. 

[mccaptain]

I'm in. Assault marine inbound.

 

*EDIT* and I just saw it was 2016, not 2017. Assault marine will wait  :(