Welcome back my friends! Trying to get back into the habit of posting. Just a short update for you all today, as I'm slowly crunching along with the buildup of my #deathguard.
I look pretty ridiculous most of the time, as I am wearing the respirator to reduce the amount of fumes I breath in from all the plastic and super glue!
Greetings everyone! Hope the holidays and new year were kind to you all! Forgive my lack of posting, I tend to take a hobby hiatus in the later half of the year and recharge my batteries. (Usually by playing lots of video games!). That time is past, and I'm now in full production mode!
Image courtsey of Sons of Dorn. (I didn't paint this guys!). This is the scheme I am most likely going to try to emulate, with a bit of differences based on my own style.
But Greg what happened to emperors children???
Welcome friends, I hope this post finds you staying warm.
Winter has finally arrived down here in Texas and with the holidays coming up, this seems like an appropriate time to take a holiday break.
As far as the Persephone story line goes, we will very likely give that a rest and explore something else. I have been chomping at the bit to return to my Templars and Elysians, whilst Gar continues to develop his Tau into a most fearsome Apocalypse level force all the while beginning to dabble with Genestealer Cults. Mo has managed to get his hands on some Demiurge (Squats), so there are some interesting potential dynamics between them and the Tau as allies. Jefe is...well, what "can" one say about the Inquisition for certain other than they are ever present and ever powerful.
So we shall see.
In the mean time, I'll be huddling up with family and close friends, wrestling with that most insidious of opponents, Christmas Calories, and reflecting back on how thankful I am for all that I've been blessed with.
Here's wishing you all a Merry Christmas <cue Burl Ives> and a Happy New Year!
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GREETINGS IAPETUS. MISSION COMPLETE. INTERDICTION OF INSURGENT FORCES SUCCESSFUL. IMPERIAL CASUALTIES DEEMED ACCEPTABLE. ALTHOUGH THE INSURGENTS DEMONSTRATED SIGNIFICANT IMPROVEMENTS AS IT RELATES TO LONG RANGE INTERDICTORY FIRE, RANK AND FILE CONTINUE TO BE OF THE LOWEST QUALITY WITH POOR MORALE. INSURGENT LEADERSHIP DEMONSTRATED AN INABILITY TO COUNTERACT OUR ACTION PLAN. A SIGNIFICANT AMOUNT OF THE BATTLEFIELD REMAINED IN OUR HANDS WHILE THE REMNANTS OF THE INSURGENT FORCES WERE DRIVEN OFF INTO THE HINTERLANDS. WE ARE STILL SIFTING THROUGH THE INTELLIGENCE AND FORENSICS DATA, BUT IT APPEARS THAT THE INSURGENT CAPABILITIES HAVE DEGRADED TO THE POINT WHERE AN EVALUATION OF CURRENT RESOURCES AND ALLOCATIONS HAS BEEN UNDERTAKEN.
"It is worse than we thought."
The Shas'O turned off his holographic data analysis interface and rotated his command console to face the analytics Shas'ui, "Explain."
"While our preparations for Phase 2 were in progress, we've observed that the military capabilities of the Gue'la insurgent organization have increased dramatically. These new capabilities on top of a previously unrecognized ability to manage the C3 aspects of an organization without using any of the existing infrastructure has us quite puzzled.
They have no communication equipment, no presence on any of the planetary nets, and as far as we can determine, no command structure. It appears that various force packages just show up and execute an action, only to melt away once that activity has concluded. If it were not for the attendant vox activity on behalf of the planetary defense forces, we would have no idea that the systematic deconstruction of the Gue'la infrastructure was taking place. We are currently unable to link cause and effect to arrive at observed outcomes and from there predicted behavior.
At a macro level, there are force variables influencing our simulations and data analysis not taken into account, which significantly reduces our ability predict outcomes. Thankfully, this only occurs when this insurgent organization participates, although we are unable to determine if and when these events are determined.
What is more troubling is that there is no logical reason for this to have occurred. Our simulation capability protocols did not surface this potential scenario until we started sampling potential outcomes down to the 87th percentile. We did not think that our threat matrices should be compromised with the sampling of these lower tier possibilities and that has impacted our predictive outputs."
"And yet, here we are", replied the Shas'O.
So, Gar and I scheduled a couple of story point games, designed to advance the narrative. In general, we wanted to reflect the Tau's resurgence on Persephone and the continued growth of the "Children of the Dragon".
To that effect we wanted to see how many 2000 point games we could get in on Black Friday at one of our favorite places to play, Fat Ogre's.
This was my problem. Most of my army is made out of guys running in bed sheets. Most of Gar's army could be made up of 3+, jet pack bearing, burst cannon toting, guys with no noses. There was never any doubt as to whether or not I have more bodies than he has bullets. I don't.
Accepting that, I needed to be able to interrupt his game plan with the tools I had at my disposal. Pulling out all the Siege of Vraks books, I started formulating an idea of trying to pin the Tau between two bad choices. I wanted the Tau to not be able to just sit back and blow me off the table and at the same time, since a lot of Gar's suits could deep strike or infiltrate, I didn't want him getting up close and personal either.
You know how it goes.
There's the finished film that editors spend untold hours over to get just right and then there's what happens on the set.
People aren't perfect. Neither are Space Marines.
So I was able to get my hands on some previously unseen cuts from the unedited version of "The Burning of Prospero". I hope you enjoy.
The room stank of desperation and decay.
Located near the river in an abandoned warehouse, the multitude enclosed by the decrepit walls, were down on their knees, bowing towards a figure at the head of the room. A smaller group of figures, standing back in the shadows behind their leader, stood guard in a loose semi-circle around the focus of the gathering's attention.
The whispered chanting of vague, unrecognizable syllables could be heard hissing from their foul breathed mouths.
The object of the crowd's attention, a lone figure standing with arms upraised, faced the gathering, as if drawing something intangible from their efforts. Eyes rolled back into his sockets, head tilted back, the figure opened his mouth as if to deeply inhale.
As the chanting increased in tempo and volume, soft wisps of light began to slowly flow from the mouths of the worshipping crowd and drift towards the figure, circling his mouth like moths to a flame, only to eventually disappear into his mouth. As more of the wisps entered his gullet, a faint flickering light began to emanate from his chest.
Just as the chanting began to turn into a ragged chorus of shouts and wails, the doors at the back of the warehouse exploded inward, the remains of the entryway open to the dark night as two figures stood in a corona of smoke.
The first figure, bearing a helm that covered most of his face and a staff of writhing metal stared out at the gathered throng and nodded as if to indicate "inside". Then the second figure, standing slightly behind him, armless and wearing a helm with a glowing orb for a face, began shuffling towards the front of large room.
Almost immediately, the worshipping throng turned and stood to face the lone advancing figure, faces crazed from the act of worship. Much like a school of fish, acting as if of one mind, the crowd flowed towards the solitary intruder.
In an instant, a flash of lightning issued from the helm of the second figure, striking several of the closest members of the cult, causing them to ignite in great bursts of flame accompanied by the horrendous sound of their screams. Yet even this display of might could not sway their passions as the crowd continued to close. It would be their second mistake that night, only superseded by the poor choice of being at the wrong place and at the wrong time.
The armless figure continued to advance into the crowd, lightning flashing out, clearing a path to the front of the room. Sensing the futility of continuing their attack, the mob parted before him like water before a prophet of olden times. Even the most battle crazed, faced with the burning remains of multiple members, parted to let the figure through scrambling towards the long walls on either side in an attempt to flee his flaming wrath. As the lightning bearer moved closer to the front, another group emerged.
The body guard, smaller in number, but heavily armed, let loose with a multitude of shots as they sought to prevent the armless intruder from its inferred target. All through this next phase of the fight, the cult leader stood still with his arms upraised. Despite a heavy outpouring of projectiles, the armless figure continued its advance untouched. The bullets seemed to turn into sparks, whose flashing light only added to the unnerving image of the shambling figure's implacable advance. In the end, the body guards did not fare any better than the worshipping throng. Flashes of lightning issued from its face and turned the body guard into a ring of burning fire circling their leader.
It was at this point that the cult leader appeared to become aware of the threat to his person. He tilted his head forward, eyes looking out, and from his mouth vomited a fiery blast of translucent flame that completely enveloped the armless assassin. For several seconds the flames engulfed the figure as it stood motionless before the onslaught.
Satisfied, that the intruder had been dealt with, the cult leader slowly closed his mouth and the stream of flames ceased. It was then in horror that he realized that the assassin remained untouched. This would be the last thought that he would carry with him to his death, for the response to his flaming attack was another flash of lightning which caused his spontaneous ignition.
When the cult leader's screams had ended, the assassin turned to face the helmed figure still standing in the entrance of the warehouse. The survivors also turned their attention to the figure, unsure what was to happen next.
Looking out at the silent throng, the helmed figure spoke with a dry, ageless voice.
"Unity has come. The Dragon has need of you."
Confused, the cult members looked between themselves, unsure of what to do next.
It was then that the chittering horde of scarabs rained down from the ceiling, each hungrily seeking a host.
Totality and Morpheus drifted back into the darkness to a backdrop of wounded screams.
"Okay Jervis, let's get this over with, there's a lot going on right now."
"Very good sir, but I would like to point out that there is a lot going on out there and busy or not, you need to hear what I have to say. As you are able to see from the attachments, the territory firmly under control by the Dragon cult continues to grow, despite intense counter-efforts on our part."
"Very well Jervis, proceed."
[In last week's episode, the Imperium deployed significant forces around a mysterious archeotech device of unknown origin...at least by the Imperium. As Inquisitorial assets performed various rituals of analysis, significant elements of the Astartes Chapter, November Warriors and the Grey Knights patrolled the immediate area, enforcing the strict information protocols required by the Ordo Hereticus and Ordo Malleus leadership. Although the initial phases of the operation were successful, the Imperial forces quickly found themselves engaged in an Eldar envelopment. The Eldar appeared out of nowhere and struck forcefully at the flanks of the Imperials in an attempt to quickly dislodge the screening forces and destroy the device which had breached the planet's surface. It was imperative that the activation protocols of the Obsidian Engine, inadvertently triggered by the Imperials, were shut down as quickly as possible before the consequences of an awakened device became manifest. As it was, the device had begun to develop into an new aspect that posed serious dangers to any living force within the immediate area.]
"You mon-keigh are so terrifyingly ignorant of the nature of causality it is a wonder you have not already plunged into species-extinction."
- Bielanna Faerelle, "Fairest light of distant suns", Farseer, Biel-Tan Craftworld, "Lords of Mars", McNeill
Hey Everyone! I'm back from my Honeymoon in Rome! It was amazing! Had a fantastic time, and couldn't believe the history there, nor the scale. Something photos will never capture! I snagged a bunch of weathering photos for you all, so I figured I'd start the week back up with a slew of reference for everyone!
That armor btw, is from 475 BC!
Just a quick update to let everyone know that the wedding went utterly fantastic. It was a beautiful perfect day (71 and Sunny). Everyone had an awesome time, and I will remember it forever! Sarah even put orks and dakkadakkadakka in her vows for me. (That's true love!).
Hey everyone! Sorry for the lack of updates, but this is the week of my wedding to the lovely Sarah, so everything has been a bit hectic but wonderful.
Also had the contractors finally come and finish off the entire garage, including all the insulation, drywall, new door, plywood...crazy amount of work.
I did do some hobbying though, while all this was going on! I've been working on the kingdom death mini's, putting them together, and playing the game...talk about tough. Makes Dark souls look pleasant!
That is about it for now! Hope everyone has an amazing weekend! I know I will!
The stars shimmered and what was not, now was.
The circle had reconvened. It was clear that the silent winds had strengthened. Where their robes merely rippled in the breeze before, now an imagined snap and pop of their garments could almost be felt.
A voice from nowhere spoke, textured with liquid atonal harmonies.
"It is as we said, the Mon-keigh have activated a nexus configuration. The Obsidian Engine blooms."
"Then the bloom must be clipped from the branch. If this abomination revives, the consequences will ripple through the Empyrean for millennia."
"It appears that the effect of their 'proximity' was more significant than you originally thought, eh?"
"STOP YOUR QUIBBLING! We are past the time of pointing fingers. We must focus our efforts on reversing what has begun."
"And how do you propose that we do that?"
"The Mon-keigh are forfeit. We must remove them from the equation. They are no longer able to provide balance."
After a brief, silent pause, the stars rippled wiping away what was like a hand removing moisture from a mirror.