Just one more day until I battle. I've added a crystal targeting matrix to the warp hunter and vectored engines to the wave serpent. Gave one wraithlord a bright lance and the other a ghost glaive. Finally, I gave d-scythes to the Wraithguard. Still have a 100 points leftover. I could throw in a squad of rangers, have them sneak in on one of the flanks and just harass the enemy. Maybe weaken enemy commanders before the wraith finish the job.
Also, finally wrote an intro to last week's battle from the perspective of the Aeldari.
Compared to the snow-covered peaks of Ueldrass, the temperate climate of Astaramis may has well been a tropical summer. Autarch Davien ignored the heat as well as he could as he surveyed an old battlefield. It had once been the outer reaches of the filthy, metal blocks the Mon'keigh referred to as a city, Hive Hallentia. However, that was before the forces of Chaos had invaded and driven the Mon'keigh defenders deep into the hive. From what Davien understood, the Mon'keigh had managed to create a stand, hinged upon the city's inner gates.
And prevail they would... if the Autarch deigned to intervene.
Before him, servants of the Lord of Plague toiled away to change the fate of the Quintus Gate. A Chaos lord was establishing this place as a forward chantry to summon more powers in the Lord of Plague's service. As Davien watched, a sorceror wreathed in flies finished another ritual. A form arose at the center of a green-glowing star. Rolling fat and cancerous growths shook as the being burst in laughter as it entered the material realm, a Daemon Prince come.
Davien glanced at the wispy woman by his side, calling on centuries of self-discipline to smother the rage and disgust clawing within. "Farseer, will this really deal a blow to the Primordial Annihilator?"
Unlike the Autarch, Thira Mor went unhelmed, allowing her long bright tresses to billow in the wind. Without looking at Davien, she reached into her pouch and threw a fistful of wraithbones into the air. Although it had been much time since he had travailed the Path of the Witch, Davien could sense power shifting through the bones, though he did not understand the meaning. Thira reached down to carefully collect the bones as she stated, "If we do not slay them, the forces you see now will multiply in power and number."
Davien cast a frustrated look back at the Mon'keigh 'city'. Though he would sooner curse than aid them, the Mon'keigh as a threat paled in comparison to Chaos. He stepped forward before mounting his personal jetbike. "To war then."
Edited by simison, 08 August 2017 - 07:03 PM.