Friday, May 21, 2010
Hailed vs. Hated: GAME ON!!!
For a full briefing for the layout and disposition of the game scenario, see Dark Templar's post from today.
Lord Amnitolo spat, though his helmet was still connected. The sun had just crossed the horizon, and through the warp he could feel the loyalist presence out in the distance -hazy, indistinct, but forceful nonetheless. He could feel it like a thumbprint on his mind. Though he couldn’t place where just yet, he could feel one of the emperor's righteous, deluded champions and lackeys close by, approaching, but they were trying their utmost to conceal themselves.
Amnitolo chuckled at the thought. We’ve been on to you all along, my pathetic little leeches.
He could hear them, too. In the distance the Blood Angels were stealthily landing a muddle of patrols and reconnaissance sorties throughout this sector. They were looking, desperately searching, with as much haste as their feigned stealth would allow. Such faith. Such folly.
He walked a bit further up the valley, a distance ahead of modest warband. Two squads lumbered behind him, one alongside the cover of a Rhino, the other, behind and to his right, marched less cautiously. They were initiates, not yet blessed by our righteous father Nurgle. Still, the rabble showed promise and had thusly been divided into groupings of the holy number.
Seven. The Overlord has high expectations for this lot, Amnitolo thought. I don’t see it yet myself.
Without turning to acknowledge them, Amnitolo felt the arrival of a small band of Raptors as they emerged carefully from the hillside on his right. They were cautious too, keen to keep decent cover between themselves and the hills beyond. The arrogant sots were not at all where he wanted them, nor where they’d been instructed to muster, but he was pleased at least for their presence. He knew that this fact was the very substance of their arrogance.
“Soon,” Amnitolo gurgled. “Soon Nurgle will know them. Soon the others will be here among us.”
He paused a moment and sucked the air. He could taste the decay. Just ahead, exactly where he’d expected to find it, lay the remains of a pathetic loyalist hero.
“Here’s our sorry little leechcorpse.” Black sludge smeared his teeth as he spat again. The corpse lay moldering and abandoned.
“Here we are.”
Lord Amnitolo (white) – Chaos Lord / Terminator Armor / Mark of Nurgle
Squad Decadi (yellow) – CSMx7 / Rhino
Squad Egregi (orange) – CSMx7
Squad Furrore (blue) – Raptorsx5 / Meltagun
Reclusiarch Dannen (white)
Squad Taal (blue) – Scoutx5 / Hvy Bolter
Squad Duun (green) – Scoutx5 / Missile Launch
Squad Kamor (black) – Tacticalx8 / Flamer / MeltaBombs / Combi-Melta
Rhino / Searchlight
The Blood Angels are protecting a Communication Array that is keeping them in contact with a nearby Strike Cruiser. Chaos are taunting the marines with the corpse of a dead Blood Angel and the secrets it might hold.
ARRUGGINITI TURN ONE:
Amnitolo felt the decay like a twist in his viscera. Its sweet, pungent musk sent ice up his spine and through his rotting nerves. He lost himself for a moment in the pleasure of it -eyes closed, arms outstretched. He raised his cruel scimitar to the sky.
“I can smell you, little maggots!!” he roared. “I know you’re here.”
Heavy Bolter fire erupted from the tree-line on his left. One of squad Decadi spun impossibly from the impact and did not get up. A missile corkscrewed wildly above.
And just then, he heard the heavy trundle of Rhino engines ahead. They were close, much closer than he’d imagined. The enemy was approaching at tremendous speed ahead of him and to his right. They were swinging wide of their fallen comrade.
Lord Amnitolo paced slowly across the corpse and gurgled frothy challenges and obscenities into the empty air. Even through his armor's venting, his lungs filled with motes from the Blood Angels body at his feet. He relished it. He relished the looming violence.
Behind him, his forces leapt to action. Squad Decadi scurried into their Rhino and sped westward toward those Bolters in the tree-line, panting with the thought of revenge. Squad Egregi, Bolters now raised at the ready, scurried behind him to his right. And the Raptors, those treacherous bloody and brilliant Raptors, screamed directly to his side.
End of Turn One.
And so, we've come to the opening salvo of the Hailed vs. Hated challenge. First Blood to the Blood Angels (alas), but there's plenty more to unfold before this saga ends. As Dark Templar mentioned in his half of the narration, we've got bigger ideas in store. This is just the first modest test of the waters. We hope you enjoy these early efforts as much as we have.
If you've not yet read Dark Templar's part in this, be sure to check it out now for his movement and differing perspective on the course of the action. Many thanks to Dark Templar for creating and running with this idea. Moreover, he's a genius with these maps. It's been tremendous banter thus far with plenty of promise in the works... Glorious.