Leethal Posted September 18, 2008 Share Posted September 18, 2008 My 1500 Point List Zeke [i'm a Zeke Fan now, shut up :P] 9 Veterans, 3 Power Weapons, 1 Flamer, Melta Bomb, Droppod [Will be called Zeke's Retinue] Devastators with 4 Lascannons 2 Whirlwinds 3 Tactical Squads of 10 Men, Flamer and Flascannon, and Power Fist Quite a mean, balanced army. My ally, the Space Wolves took this Ragnar Bloodmane[?] Last name Check please Blood Claws Some PA wolf Guard aka Ragnar's Retinue Grey Hunters 2 squads of Long Fangs Leman Russ We faced Night Lords [Yay Blood Feud rules for me:)], and "Traitor" Guard with umm... "Evil" Priests and Commissars. Night Lords Demon Prince with Wings with MoK 3x 8 man Khorne Raptors Khorne Marines with Bolters Tank hunter Predator Vindicator Dreadnought with Las, and mutated Hull Traitor Guard 3 Leman Russes, 2 Armored Fists a Storm Trooper Squad Grenadier Guard Senior Officer with 5++ and PW, lots of Special Weapons packing Plasma. Oh we decided to play to the death. +++The Wolf howls, and the Lion stalks+++ +++The Wings descend and the Ants come out+++ Ezekial bent down, took a handful of dirt between his gauntlet, and as the sun set, the wind took the dirt and flew in the direction of the column of Dark Angels, and Space Wolves. The banners of the Lion and Wolf raised high, woe be unto the enemies of the Emperor! For the sons of the Feral Primarchs have come! Turning Ezekial, Master Librarian of the Dark Angels looked upon the battle-brothers who would serve as his guard. 9 Veteran Marines knelt before him, their helmets off, and one fist clenched upon their chest, and the other on the ground. In his raspy voice, Ezekial addressed his Veterans, "Rise brothers, for we shall avenge our losses upon the Night Lords once again. And their lives are forfeit by the decree of the God-Emperor! Never forget! Never forgive!" As one, the Veterans rised as one, the dying sunlight playing tricks of the light against their lightning splattered armor. With a nod, Ezekial and his Veterans boarded the Thunderbird, until the time would be ripe. Ragnar Bloodmane surveyed his wolf-brothers. Tonight the night will bleed the blood of heretics and traitors. With his acute hearing he turns and witnesses the Dark Angel Librarian boarding a Thunderbird and leaving, "And where is he going..." With a dismissive shake of his head, he turns his attention to his Wolf Guard. "Brothers, to war we go once more. We are the dogs of war, and all tremble in fear before us!" Ragnar throws back his head, and unleashes a bloodcurling howl, his wolf-brothers take this as a signal, and they all unleash a spine-chilling howl. In the darkness of their ruined bastion, the Night Lords Daemon Prince Mik, turns his unholy head towards the sound of howling. "So...the Dark Angels have brought company. More blood shall spill in the name of Khorne then." Growling, Mik stretches his wings blocking out the sun, and it's little light. Terrified shouts erupt from the 17th Blackguard. With a diabolic chuckle, the Daemon Prince descends from his perch and re-joins his brothers for the coming battle. "By the gods..." came the hoarse whisper from the Arch-Fiend Colonel Chambers. "And that is the pinnacle of the gifts of the Dark Gods! Oh how I long to join them! Don't you agree Jervis?" asked the Arch-Fiend to his servo-skull companion that was once, the Regiment's head Commissar. "Yes, Jervis I agree, it would be wonderful to fly like that." With a chuckle, the Arch-Fiend and his servo-skull companion turned back to their band of cut-throats. "Rally! The servants of the Emperor's dogs descend upon us!" With much cheering, and the raising of the decapitated heads of those who remained loyal to the Emperor, on sticks, the traitors prepared to wage war. +++The dice has been cast+++ +++And so it begins, not with a whimper but with a defiant roar+++ "Targets have been located, Sergeant Iruel, shall we commence bombardment?" asked the gunner of the Whirlwinds, cautiously eyeing the auspex in case anything changed. With a nod, Sergeant Iruel unleashed the first blows of battle. With a thunderous roar, both Whirlwinds unleashed their Vengeance Missiles towards the distant enemy. Under the cloud of streaking missiles, the Dark Angels advanced relentlessly. Dark Angel Devastators gauging the distance with their Lascannons, and unleashing their deadly barrage of lascannon death. The Arch-Fiend Chambers, tilted his warpdamned head to one side. And with an upward glance towards the sky, he noticed the Vengeance Missiles. "Oh...frag me." With a screaming whistle, a Vengeance Missile landed within his Command Squad, blowing them to peices. Other Vengenace Missiles landed, some ruthlessly ripping apart his Grenadiers without remorse. As the smoke cleared, the Arch-Fiend stood up, obviously blessed by the Dark Gods, for he still stood, where as his Command Squad have been scattered around. With a grim chuckle, the Arch-Fiend walked off to join his Stormtroopers. "See Jervis, they cannot hurt me!" Laughing aloud, praising his goodwill, until a Lascannon sheared him in two. As his body died, the Arch-Fiend sputtered, "Well, I never expected that to happen", and his soul was ascended into the Warp. With a grim determination, the Grey Hunters ran through terrain, their weapons held close to their chests and behind them came the Blood Claws, whooping and howling in delight, weapons brandished high. Ragnar and his Wolf Guard strapped to the teeth with Frost Blades walked grimly towards where the Enemy lay. The Leman Russ came lumbering forth, it's deadly payload waiting for an opportune moment. And trudging behind them, came the Long Fangs, old wirey veterans carrying weapons of mass destruction, Lascannon, Plasma Cannon and Heavy Bolter. Emperor have pity, for the Long Fangs will not. With a grand sweep of his blade, Ragnar lead a bloodcurling howl once more, as the Space Wolves advanced towards the lines of Chaos. "To the skies! To the skies!" Cried the Daemon Prince Mik, flapping his gigantic wings, as his Raptors followed his lead, descending behind a mound of corpses, rocks and terrain, the Night Lords prepared for the brutal close combat savagery that would be soon to come. And following in their wake came the corrupted vindicator and Predator. And behind them lumbered the giant Dreadnoughts, their close combat weapons writhing with anticipation. The sounds of heavy steps came as the giant vechiles of war passed, the Chaos Marines carrying their bolters at the ready for enemy. +++The Darkness has descended+++ +++Cautious is the mind filled with suspicion+++ "Opening fire. May the Emperor guide our aim." And yet another thunderous roar of Vengeance Missiles flew upwards, straight and true was their aim. A bloody crater marked the remains of Guardsmen, and the exploding jumppacks of Raptors could be heard, their cries bringing smiles to the Techmarines' mouths. The Dark Angel Sergeants halted their squads, knowing, that the enemy lay within. Silently signalling the battle-brothers to take up position of firing, the Dark Angels with their keen eyes kept a silent watch upon the dark forest. Sergeant Moerck had taken over command of the Blackguards, as the Arch-Fiend was killed before his eyes. "quickly boys! Into the forest! I smell the blood of the lapdogs of the Emperor!" Vitalality surged into the Guardsmens' veins as they charged into the dark forest under the cover of night. The Leman Russes opting to go around the thicket instead of through. The Armored Fists had decided to do same, and followed after the lumbering Leman Russes. Ragnar's nose itched, the Guardsmen were here in this forest with his Wolves. Time to show these traitors that the Wolves are the dominant force in this forest. With a silent signal, his Blood Claws and Hunters advanced, their weapons at the ready, just in case. One could never be too careful with Chaos. The Long Fangs had setup their weaponry in tall grass, and what a glorious thing they saw. A line of traitor tanks oblivious to them. time to change that. Long Fang Terkon aimed his Lascannon down the window of the front Leman Russ. With a squeeze of his Lascannon, his beam of blue death traveled true and straight. The traitor Leman Russ ignited with a wonderous blaze. "That will teach them to besmirch the name of our Primarch!" With a savage growl, the other Long Fangs divvied up their target priorites and unleashed hell. "Curse the Dark Angels!" growled Mik, the Vengeance missile had blown a chunk out of his leg, and killed 2 of his Raptors. Rauin and Poritan will be avenged! "Brothers, To the skies!" With an angry bellow, blood thrist in their veins, the Raptors ignited their Jumpacks, and flapped their wings, and took to the skies, and crashed into the Dark Angels gunline. +++The Blood God smiles upon our blood offering+++ +++From the skies!+++ "From the skies!" Bellowed a Dark Angel, hastily, the Dark Angels elevated their aim, and opened up with their bolters, and then the Raptors crashed into the Dark Angels. Marines fell, and killed. Proof is the strength of the Power-Armor. Barely a dozen Marines had fallen, with Chainswords rising and falling, Powerfists smashing, bolters butting, claws and teeth leaving scars, over fifty Marines, Loyalist and Traitor, fought for their life. That did not stop the Devastator Marines or the Whirlwind from unleashing their deadly payload on those unfortunate to be within range of their weapons. Sergeant Moerck snarled, the damn dogs of the Emperor were bombarding them and shooting heavy weapons at them, and it did not help that the jungle was slowing them down. With an angry snarl, he turned to his right, he saw the burnt shell of a Leman Russ, and another tank immbolized with a blown tread, and blown turret. At least the sponsons still work, thought Moerck. Too bad there isn't anything they can see! And a handful of metres in front of him, Moerck hears a bloodcurling cry. And from the underbrush and darkness came forth a howling horde of white-gray warriors. Moerck's first thought was of the Kanak Skulltakers, and then he noticed the Power Armor. "Hold your positions!" a few squads fought back with lasfire but that is wholly ineffective against Power Armor. Here and there there would a be a few of these white Marines knocked down, but they got back up with a vengeance. Unholstering his hellpistol he loosed a few shots at the Marines. Taking one in the head, unfortunate that his helmet came off during combat. "Retreat! Fall back! We're our covering fire?!" Moerck snarled pulling his Stormtroopers backwards, as remanants of Gernadiers came running out of the forest. With a bloodcurling howl, the white marines claimed more than half of those who entered the forest. with a snarl,Moerck took up a firing position behind some cover, hoping his men would re-group into something passable that could fight back. Mik was in his element here. Hurling Marines dozens of meters away, skewering others with his ungodly claw, Mik laughed, enjoying the moment. Until he noticed his area of battle was empty, with a sullen grunt, he hobbled his way into more combat. Ragnar licked the blood on his blade. His Space Wolves had taken the Guardsmen by surprise, and routed them. With a turn of his head, he noticed a Leman Russ and 2 Chimeras exchanging fire with the Long Fangs and their own Leman Russ. With a savage grin, he motioned the Blood Claws in the direction of the traitor tanks. "Teach these heretics what it costs to besmirched the name of our hallowed Primarch!" With whoops of delight and bloodlust, the young wolves loped off the blow up tanks in the name of the Emperor. +++The Line cannot hold!+++ +++Upon wings of fire, descended the Dark Angels+++ Devastator Sergeant Anaphiel directed his brother's Lascannons in the direction of the Daemon. "Open fire!" With a savage snarl, he let loose with his own bolter. The Daemon Prince roared in pain, a Lascannon had sheared off one of his legs, and blew a gaping hole in his wing. Kneeling the Daemon Prince roared his fury and pain, and then a Droppod crunched down from the heavens and out popped Ezekial, the Grandmaster of the Librarians. Out came Traitor's Bane, and off came the Daemon Prince's head. 9 Veterans came out and took up defensive positions around the Librarian. [Authors Note: I did not in reality "chop" off his head. I bolt-pistoled him to death., it just sounds cooler chopping off his head] With a ragged cry of hope, the Dark Angel Tactical Marines continued to fight the Raptors with renewed fury, the Book of Salvation raised high, and the Dark Angels held the line. Moerck snarled into his vox, "I don't care about their tanks! No excuses! Come fortify our position! We need reinforcements!" Dropping to the floor, the vox Trooper took a bolter round in the face. His Stormtroopers and the remanants of the Grenadiers opened up with their lasguns. Snarling, Moerck stood up to his feet, and snapped shots with a fallen lasgun. "Those tanks better come", muttered Moerck as he downed another Space Marine. As the Blood Claws began to activate their powerfists, out came the Armored Fists, jumping out of their Chimeras, they unleashed a barrage of lasfire. The Blood Claws scattered immediately, losing only one of their number from an uncanningly accurate shot from a lasgun to the head. Bolters and bolt pistols came out, each barking shots back at the guardsmen. Ragnar was growing impatient, the Space Wolves were taking their time coming to the front of the forest. A thunderous explosion from behind him alerted him. There were Guardsmen back there, and they were engaging the Blood Claws. With an indecisive snarl, he wondered what to do. Fortunately, the Long Fangs answered for him. The Guardsmen were chewed apart from Heavy Bolter, and melted as the Plasma Cannon took down both Chimera and Guardsmen in a spectacular explosion, and then came the Space Wolf Leman Russ, unleashing death and fire. With a smile, he witnessed the Blood Claws mopping up the remanants of the Armored Fists and the traitor Leman Russes. Turning his attention back to the static gunline, he shot a few shots with his pistol. The Raptors had done their job, the gun line broken, they pressed their attack, only to have retreating Marines turn back, and crash into them. A new arrival had rekindled their hate and the Dark Angels fought with new found vigour that frightened the Champion Korman. With a snarl, he shoved his powersword through the torso of a Dark Angel, kicking the corpse off his blade, he looked for a new opponent. And from the sides came the rumbling Predator, it's turret spitting Lascannon death, and the Vindicator unleashing it's demolisher cannon. A small group of Dark Angels were obilterated, along with two Raptors. Turning his head, he could see the silohouette of the Dreadnoughts lumbering behind the tanks. With a smile, he re entered the fray. +++Not one step backwards! Attack! Attack! Attack!+++ +++No surrender! No retreat! No mercy!+++ Ezekial calmly took in his surrounding, the backbone of the Tactical Marines have all been broken. Possibly less than 10 Battle Brothers remained, ushering his Veterans to him, Ezekial summoned the power within and flayed Chaos Raptors with a Hellfire, those who survived were cut down by the power sword and chainblade. Ezekial noticed that the Whirlwinds were still launching their explosives overhead. Ezekial then noticed the Vindicator lumbering towards him. "So...this is how it ends." Bracing himself against the eventual demolisher cannon round. Suddenly the Vindicator explodes in a giant fireball. 4 beams of blue light had pierced the damnable war machine. Turning back, he noticed the Devastators with their Lascannons, with a nod, Ezekial moved forward to find more foes to bring the Emperor's justice to. Moerck coughed blood. A stray bolt round had punched through his carapace armor. Guardsmen lay in bloody pools, gaping holes missing in all of them. Some of them headless. His Stormtroopers continued to hold, but it was useless. Only 4 of them remained, Moerck turned his head around, and saw the slumped figures of his Stormtroopers. Coughing blood, Moerck's vision was turning black. A blood curling howl came forth, and then the heavy stomps of power armored warriors. And then the screams of pain and death of the Guardsmen. Moerck slowly reached for his hellpistol laying in the bloody mud. A powerarmored foot stomps on his groping hand, a shout of pain stopped by another foot on his neck. Moerck's eyes met a Space Marine's. Black hair in a topknot came spilling down his head. "Death to the traitor." And with a massive thrust, the Space Marine pushed his blade into Moerck's face. Ragnar Bloodmane pulled his blade out of the traitorous Stormtrooper sergeant. The Guardsmen all lay dead. His Space Wolves were victorious. Howls of glory, and joy erupted from the maws of his wolves. A vox signal beeped, Ragnar answered it. "My lord, the Dark Angels have beaten off the brunt of the Night Lord's attack, but their heavy armor and additional Traitor Marines are hounding them, should we seek to help them?" Ragnar, with a cursory glance around his surviving men, answered, "Of course, they are our brothers. The Emperor calls upon his dogs of war once more! The Night Lords forces threaten to destroy our blood-brothers! We go to their aid!" With howls, the Space Wolves gathered their weapons, and broke into a trot towards the Dark Angels. Champion Korman lay on his back, a beautifully crafted weapon stuck into his chest. A robed Dark Angel twisted his blade and pulled his blade from Korman's corpse. Night Lord Marines continued to unleash bolter fire against the Dark Angels, the Predator spewing Lascannon fire into the Dark Angels. +++Gun them down like the dogs they are!+++ +++"Well, I never expected that to happen"+++ Ezekial led his men behind the burned husk of the Vindicator. The Night Lords had come, their bolters barking and roaring. The handful of Dark Angels still alive, returned whatever fire they could. Ezekial frowned, any charge would end in the disastrous deaths of them. Ezekial peered over an edge, and unleashed a Mindworm. A Night Lord took the attack full-brunt. After much headshaking and re-obtaining his sense of direction, the Chaos Marines continued to fire his bolter. Ezekial was not amused. "Well, I never expected that to happen." Ezekial watched as the Vengeance missiles continued to streak skywards, knocking Traitor Marines from their feet. A dreadnought erupted into flames, burning bits and peices flying, striking Ezekial in his good eye. Knocked down from his feet, his Veterans pulled him back onto his feet. Blinking his eye a few time, Ezekial simply stated, "Well, I never expected that to happen again." Rubbing his eyes, he watches the Devastator Marines cut down by bolterfire and the Predator's Lascannons. Brother Anaphiel grips a dead Marine's Lascannon, "Over my dead body!" teeth gritted, and on the verge of death, Anaphiel squeezes of one last shot. One more act of defiance before joining the Empire. The Predator explodes in a gi-frigging-enormous fireball. Seering the eye of Ezekial. "Warpdamnit! My poor eye! Argh! What the hell! This is ridiculous!" Ragnar urged his men onwards. "Faster! Faster! We are the Emperor's chosen! Let none stand before us!" As the Space Wolves howled, their legs pumping towards the gunfight that showed that the Dark Angels still held on. "Awhoooooooooooooooooooooooo!" The Night Lords slowly and silently crept up to the burned husk of the Vindicator where Ezekial and 4 Dark Angel Veterans took refuge. Taking potshots at any Dark Angel who stuck their head out, the Night Lords slowly rounded around the Vindicator. +++Checkmate+++ +++Die standing! Die like a warrior! For the Emperor!+++ "We will die standing! We will die like a warrior! For the Lion and for the Emperor!" Ezekial ran out from the Vindicator, bolt pistol roaring, and behind him came Veterans with their bolt pistols raised. Chainsword roaring and powersword blazing the Dark Angels came forth to meet their demise like heroes. Bolter gunfire knocked down Dark Angels, blowing chunks off their armor, and blood spraying when their armor failed them. Soon Ezekial was the last Marine running. And just then, whether by sheer luck or by the Emperor's providence, the Whirlwind's missiles landed just in front of Ezekial, knocking a few of the Night Lords to their feet. Ezekial gathered his power deep within, and unleashed a gushing blaze of fire, engulfing the Night Lords, the fire eating away at their armor, Ezekial swung his blade lopping off limbs and heads. Ezekial turned, and as bolter rounds bounced off him, Artificer armor can only take so much punishment, falling to his knees, Ezekial thrust his blade into the ground to hold him steady. Ezekial's vision slowly blurring, figures from the forest came out and decimated the remaining Night Lords in brutal combat. Ezekial slowly closed his eyes, a figure ran over to him, and began to administer battlefield medications. Ragnar roared his defiance and anger. His frostblade slicing and dicing the unfortunate Night Lord into peices of ceramite and gore. This scene was repeated by his fellow Battle-Brothers. With the last of the Night Lords dispatched, Ragnar surveyed the gore and glory of the field. Dozens of blue and green corpses lay around. Broken husks of vechiles, burning remains, and a giant daemonic corpse lay. Shattered helmets and broken armor lay all over. Forgotten chainswords lay embedded in corpses, bolters shattered by close combat, heads flung from their original bodies. Ragnar looked down at his feet and noticed that the ground had turned red and wet from the free flowing blood of this battle. With a forlorn sigh, Ragnar wished he was at this battle instead of butchering Guardsmen. "Call down the Thunderbirds. Inform the others." A Wolf Guard nodded and walked away to call in Thunderbirds for evacuation. Another Wolf Guard stepped forth, his right arm ending right under the elbow. "What about the Dark Angels? And their Librarian?" Ragnar glanced at the green corpses around, and the greivously wounded Ezekial. "We honor our blood-brothers, what else?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lord Howland Greywolf Posted September 18, 2008 Share Posted September 18, 2008 Very cool. Never read a battle report like this. Note: Its Blackmane and they are called thunderhawks, not birds. Well what do i expect from a dress wearing DA. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
muzzyman1981 Posted September 18, 2008 Share Posted September 18, 2008 Very good read, especially for a battle report. :D We can't expect the Dark Angels to know everything Brother Howland, most of their attention is directed to making sure their dresses are pertty after all. :P Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wolf89 Posted September 18, 2008 Share Posted September 18, 2008 Very interesting BatRep, I enjoyed it. It's good to know that there wasn't any DA's left for a good ol' fashioned brawl after the match... :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ferinesian Wolf Posted September 18, 2008 Share Posted September 18, 2008 not bad at all. It's like usual the Wolf wins the battle and the Dark Angels return to the emperor. The Wolf is Stronger. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Leethal Posted September 18, 2008 Author Share Posted September 18, 2008 I still had my Whirlwinds :) Zeke was down to one wound. Hey the Wolves got to smash IG, they're squishier :( than CSM. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wolf89 Posted September 18, 2008 Share Posted September 18, 2008 I still had my Whirlwinds :lol: Zeke was down to one wound. Hey the Wolves got to smash IG, they're squishier ;) than CSM. Yeah... tell that to a good IG player, they just set up "CC lines" now that are used as buffers so when you assault their "squishy units" they die fast and leave the wolves to a huge fire line that even a greater daemon of nurgle couldn't pull through... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
OnlyInDeath Posted September 18, 2008 Share Posted September 18, 2008 I still had my Whirlwinds :) Zeke was down to one wound. Hey the Wolves got to smash IG, they're squishier ;) than CSM. Yeah... tell that to a good IG player, they just set up "CC lines" now that are used as buffers so when you assault their "squishy units" they die fast and leave the wolves to a huge fire line that even a greater daemon of nurgle couldn't pull through... Yeah, before I would just swarm through IG lines w/ BC's in a LRC and on bikes. Now I have to cut back on that and instead just shoot the crap outta them. It's not worth charging them for the most part when you end up with your butt in the wind... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grimmwulf Posted September 18, 2008 Share Posted September 18, 2008 Really a great read, thank you very much for writing it. Although Ragnar is not that much of a psycho that he would lick tainted chaos blood off his blade :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fang head Posted September 19, 2008 Share Posted September 19, 2008 Really fraking good! great read Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jonny Wolf Posted September 19, 2008 Share Posted September 19, 2008 That was the best Bat Rep I've heard/read. Great job. Although I think pistol whipping a demon prince to death would be cooler than chopping his head off myself, lol Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zeke Posted September 20, 2008 Share Posted September 20, 2008 Zeke [i'm a Zeke Fan now, shut up ] Why thank you <_< Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ant Posted September 21, 2008 Share Posted September 21, 2008 Very cool. Never read a battle report like this.Note: Its Blackmane and they are called thunderhawks, not birds. Well what do i expect from a dress wearing DA. lol, thunderbirds :D Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Leethal Posted September 21, 2008 Author Share Posted September 21, 2008 I blame Mozilla. and their Thuderbird-ness. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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