40k Campaign

[Naik]

The High Inquisitor was pleased to see the marines perform as well as they did. The junior inquisitor got to bear the brunt of the failure of the sister squad he had been leading with a nice long trip into the penal legions of the Imperial Guard. But this was the last time he would get the Sisters do his bidding in vain; Mother-superior Hariska was craving to avenge the marine commander his wandering eyes and even more wandering hands.

[Pake]

Pervot!

[Naik]

Niin se metsä vastaa kuin sinne huudetaan...

Hän aloitti!

[JMH]

Word Bearereille sopisi peli 'Nidejä vastaan ensi lauantaina (11.10.) tai toissijaisesti maanantaina (13.10.).

[Juike]

Hearing that the foul death guard were massing theyr forces to attack, Master Belial of the deathwing desided to lead the deffence of theyr territory personaly and sent Company Master Barakiel to the rear and send for reinforcements. When dawn broke and the death guard began theyr advance, Belial spat at theyr cowardice for bringing three of theyr vindicator tanks to the fore. Never the less he would give them a fight they would not soon forget, and so he did even if it ment loosing the objective and causing brother Baruch lots of work as the deathwing apothecary on the line that day.

Tiukka peli Enkeleitten ja Kuoleman vartijoitten välillä. 1-2 voitto DG :)

[Teuras]

Word Bearereille sopisi peli 'Nidejä vastaan ensi lauantaina (11.10.) tai toissijaisesti maanantaina (13.10.).

Lauantain pitäisi sopia ihan hyvin. Minkäs kokoisena laitetaan? ^^

[JMH]

Kuulostaisiko 1500 pojoa sopivalta?

[Teuras]

Kuulostaisiko 1500 pojoa sopivalta?

Yup yup

[JMH]

The Chaos Lord was pleased with the progress of his cunning plan. After some head banging he and the other chaos Lord in the system had "agreed to disagree" for a while at least. The servants of the false god were clearly unaware of his intentions otherwise they'd have sent more troops to stop him - they might have even bombarded the entire planet if not the system into subatomic rubble had they known what he was after.

[Forgerer]

Word Bearers would like to have a word with Dark Angels!

Millon sopis?

[Forgerer]

The Night before the battle Dark Angels could hear dark chanting and the beating of drums, ominously sounding from the north.

"Hati-a en xepery em aha er-a em meter em xesef er-a em t' at' at em arit req-k er-a embah ari maxait entek ka-a am xat xnem saut'a at-a per nek er bu nefer hen a am."

When the morning came icons dedicated to chaos could be seen in a distance. They had finaly come, and the battle could beging.

[Juike]

Mitäs mitäs? ai niin juu teillähän oli peli eilen. Miten olis lauantaina 18.10.? 1750 pojon peli?

[Forgerer]

1600 on maksimi mitä saan tehtyä näillä ukoolla... korpilahdella mulla olis lisää mut ne on taas sit siellä. Lauantai sopii melko mainiosti. Elikkä 1600 tai 1500 sopii mulle et ihan miten vaan.

[Juike]

Just outside the Word Bearers command tent the Dark Angels scouts were waiting for the oportunity to assasinate the Dark apostel when they heard him talk of a renegade he had worked with in the past. Information that was lost on the novice scouts in the squad but not on the veteran sergeant leading them. With a sharp chop of his hand he told his men of the abortion of the mission and led them silently into the darkness. He had to get this information to his supperiors.


Nooh laitetaan 1500 niin ei tartte rassata aivoja liikaa listan teossa :)

[Juike]

Seing theyr target board a orbital transport and leave the planets surface, Belial cursed and ordered a full pursuit. Leaving the entire battlefield in the hands of the word bearers. Sighing Master Barakiel watched the carnage that the word bearers wrought on the poor inhabitants of the sector. This was going to be a heck of a clean up operation.

[Naik]

Suddenly the High Inquisitor got a terrible craving to write something into his journal. " On This day of our Emperor, I have finally decided the colour of my command deck and jada jada jada..." While he was concetrating on his important musings, he didn't notice the subtle noices that a person in power armour makes. "Ooh, how sweet! Our fearsome Thorian Inquisitor has a diary." said the canonnes behind behind him. " Any sister I find with one will be sent to repent, unless that heretical show of self-awarenes is filled with praise for the Emperor and tales of genocide.." Not again thougth the High Inquisitor. I have got to get a lock those damnable zealots can't pick open...

se oli jotain aivan muuta tähän synkkääkin synkempään kampanjaan.

It is so GRIMDARK you need a flashlight to read.

[JMH]

=)


Nidit ja DG voisivat muuten sopia peliään niin saataisiin taas seuraava kierros aloitettua.

[Teuras]

=)


Nidit ja DG voisivat muuten sopia peliään niin saataisiin taas seuraava kierros aloitettua.

*Cough cough*

Juu ^^

Voisin ottaa DG'tä vastaan esim Maanantai 3.11? Vaikka 1500 pointsia ^^

[Pake]

Koff Koff!

Maanantai 3.11. klo 17.00 ja 1500 pts sopii verrattain hyvin.

Pestilencia Invictus!

[Pake]

Behind his breathing apparatus, Mortarion smirked. His trusty Death Guard had done just what he expected from them; stopped the advance of those nasty critters. Tyranids, they were called. Big, nasty creatures with a wide range of all sorts of nasty abilities.
But no ability is a match to the ability Mortarion has taught to his men. The ability to survive and tolerate severe pain.
That ability was the key to victory today. HIs humble servants survived the tide of the little critters. Bravely they charged to fight the big monsters. And they were victorious. Mortarion's last minute choice to take a Vindicator to battlefield instead of the veteran Dreadnought was a smart move. The evil-looking four-armed creatures, Genestealers, they were, never stood a chance against the mighty cannon of the Vindicator. The cannon spoke and killed. Killed dozens and dozens again.

Mortarion was pleased. The Death Guard performed well once again. He raised his scythe and spoke:
"You are my unbroken blades. You are Death Guard." No marine made a sound. They knew that there were battles to be fought. Worlds to be conquered. Every single man showed their respect to Mortarion with silence. And every single Death Guard knew that Mortarion, the mightiest of all Primarchs, respected his men equally. Mortarion spoke again. "We shall advance to sector C4. And whoever wishes to enter there, will have hell to pay. For we are the guardians of death. We are Death Guard!"