Citizen Levy!

Whew, just in time!
After a frenzied session of painting, the RBT with crew is finally done, in time for the August deadline of the painting challenge. With the results shown in the pictures.

Well, although the primary objective of the RBT is achieved, I didn't manage to complete the secondary objective of assembling the Chaos Marines.

Hmmm... Let me mull over things before i decide on September's painting challenge!

Nurgle Ascendant...

Festermould squeezed himself out of the still-growing portal and stretched his thick scabarous arms. It felt good to be in the world again! He chuckled when he caught sight of the broken bits of a still glittering chariot, a single eye blinking in pain. He leaned over, chuckling in satisfaction. The plan had worked! The Dark Prince's most adept spy had been 'inconvenienced' and the God of Pleasure now lost the means to scry which thread of reality contained their true goal. Father Nurgle would be pleased!

Looking up, Festermould watched his favorite Herald Spittleboil hack the wings off the youngling dragon as it spasmed in its death throes. Slightly further afield, the remnants of the screaming spearelves were being overwhelmed by the Servants of Change writhing in their flashing, lurid colors. Chortling, Festermould turned back to the portal.

Out of the nascent tear in reality, an uncountable multitude of daemons were disgorging, leaping and carvorting with delight onto the fields of Ulthuan. Festermould shuddered with pride, and nurglings popped out from his thick diseased skin. Things were as they should be!

Then, a rumbling deep in his belly interrupted Festermould's train of thought. When Father Nurgle's brief warning had become but an echo, Festermould whipped his head around and squinted into the distance. The blasted elves did indeed move fast! Already, a relief force was on its way, heading in the direction of the portal. The full host of daemons had yet to assemble and he could not afford any setbacks at this stage. Snarling, Festermould bellowed at the daemon horde and a portion of the creatures that had already arrived peeled away and begain marching in the direction of the oncoming enemy. Festermould himself hefted his weapons of war and slid ponderously down the hill towards the already-visible glitter of massed elven armor...

Planetary Attack Imminent

+++ M41 2009 24.08 ++++

Warp Jump Entry detected in Bright Hill System. Classified Dark Angels Battlebarge....

Msg: Prep Skyshield for imminent Drop pod landing..

Shrine of Aquila under heavy Bombardment from Tyranid Assault... Emperor Preserve Us!!!

Imperial Bastion in District 9 under heavy Carnifex attack ...They are everywhere!!!

Suntec Area : Drop pod sighted with Vanguard Assault Squad as escort - Designation Ultramarines.

+++ M41 2009 24.08 ++++

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Space Hulk

Hey fellas,
Space Hulk is released in september. Apparently its for a limited time only...
I tried posting photos, but i can't seem to upload. You can see more on the GW Website.
The models are quite cool. Mainly the terminators, very ornate, very nice.
It's expensive though. Comes in at a hefty 58 pounds... a bit pricey for me.
Though... it looks like fun.

Death of the Dragon

The high elves have been dealt a bitter loss... the daemons have broken through the protective wards of the Asur. As wave upon innumerable wave of daemons stand poised to find material form in the real world. And now, the elves are forced to pour in more lives, to save even more innocent ones... The battle for the future of the world hangs in the balance...

* * * *

This fight was a tough one. And I must admit was a hard loss to swallow...
I guess the biggest mistake i made was one that was right from the start. My army selection.
To choose mainly elite units
from an elite army was just a recipe for disaster.
My army in the end was small and lacked the mobility to deal with the daemons. And didn't have the punch, nor the resilience...
Which brings me to the next point... my dragon mage... I guess it was the same situation too. It was neither a close combat monster, nor did it dominate the magic phase...
So in the end, my whole army was stunted. It did not have the ability to attack well, nor did it defend well when it was attacked.

Conversely, Andy's army had a plan. He had a powerful magic phase and his other half of his army was able to defend his battleline well.

Well, the campaign hangs in the balance... we'll see if the high elves can claw back a victory next!

+++Incident at Icarus V

Admiral Romulus watched on incredulously as the imperial cruisers pounded the Devastation class cruiser mercilessly.

Fire wreathed the entire length of the ship, burning the life out of the carrier. Bits of debris broke off from the ship, and Romulus could see small life pods ejecting away from the broken hull...

No, he thought, he could not afford to be sentimental. He could see that the three imperial cruisers were trying to come round on his aft and that would prove devastating to his remaining two ships. He had to decide now. He could fight on, and face utter anhillation or he could suffer that blow to his pride and allow the Imperial lackeys command of the sector.

He had to decide now...

* * * *
Admiral Dylanthus steered his Dominator class cruiser toward the direction of the second chaos ship. There was no time to celebrate the destruction chaos cruiser, he had sights on the second chaos cruiser instead...

Damn! He's good, he cursed under his breath as he saw the chaos cruiser slip past across the prow of his ship. A bold move that he didn't anticipate that his adversary would even contemplate, much less execute. It would allow the more agile chaos ships to escape, leaving the lumbering imperial ships in their wake. But the chaos cruisers risked being torpedoed at short range...

A glance down on his weapons panel showed him that his torpedo tubes were empty...

Looking up, he could see the thrusters of the chaos cruisers light up like little miniature suns... and soon the chaos ships were gone...

August Painting Challenge!

My commitment this month (in order of priority):

1.) Paint up 2 Cityfight buildings
2.) Assemble 10 chaos space marines (recent renegade traitors) - Black Legionnaires
3.) Assemble 1 CSM rhino
3.) Paint Great Unclean One
4.) Paint 1 SM Assault Terminator

The Andy and Jason Painting Challenge

To get us into the mood for finishing up our models, Andy and I have embarked on a painting challenge. It's an going on for a couple of months now and it's really quite simple.

At the start of every month, we would just inform each other what we intended to paint up for the remainder of the month. Then we try to finish up what we promised during the stipulated time. During this rather gruelling period of frenzied painting, there is the usual 'pat on the back', cajoulling, griping...

So now i extend the painting challenge to everyone on this blog. You don't have to paint, your challenge can be to build up your models, or fix up terrain, or write a story/campaign... So everyone can join in.

What we'll do is... we will show off our results at the end of the month and to also set new challenges...

So for example, last month my painting challenge was to finish up my lion chariot, which i (ahem) quite proudly finished as you can see in my previous post. And now, my challenge for August is to paint up my second RBT.

There! It's out there, i've thrown the gauntlet... Hopefully by the end of this month, i'll be able to post up pictures of my new RBT!

Right, so guys and go find your paint brush/cutters/glue/pen/keyboard!

The Eye of Slannesh

Festermould beamed as he gazed across the innumerable host of gribbly creatures gathered in front of him. Already his vanguard had crossed the rift and were preparing to widen the portal into Ulthuan. The invasion had begun!

The pitter-patter of impossibly quick feet cut across his pox-filled visions of grandeur and Festermould frowned irritably. As he turned a baleful glare to the unwelcome interruption, a sultry voice that slid across his mind like the claws of a vulture addressed him.

"Ahhh, a party, Grs'fkntrghrakshah? And in Ulthuan, no less?"

Festermould bristled at the undisguised insolence. Still, the Eye of Slannesh was the eminent emissary of Slannesh, and in the Great Game, one could not afford to offend anyone under the auspices of a greater power.

"Do not worry yourself overmuch. My master sends me to assist your cause , O corpulent one," the slithering voice continued. "Send me where I am needed, and I will aid you to the best of my abilities."

Festermould bit off a retort as a thought struck him. A slow grin spread across his face as he pointed his bloated finger to the sliver of the portal that the vanguard had just passed through.

The Eye of Slannesh barely nodded and sped off towards the gleaming yellow light. Festermould watched him as he quickly became but a speck in the distance. This one would need watching, he mused...

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1500 points
High Elves vs Daemons
Campaign Game 1
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