Lord_Ikka

I'll vow- this'll get me to actually paint these guys at some point soon! I, Lord_Ikka, vow to complete a gang of four Necromunda Spyrers based on the BLAME! manga's Silicon Life antagonists - Hunt Master, Malcadon, Jakara, Yeld. Any of the AoS Dryad branches/wooden bits will be painted as if it is the bio-armor of the Silicon Life. Main colors will be extremely pale skin, black/metal armor, touches of red in hair/eyes, and probably weapon detailing of neon green. Spyrers WIP pics BLAME! reference images

Moridyn Dodge Attempt Target - 44 Roll - 37 Result - Pass, No DoS

That's fine- I can't shoot a shotgun if I'm in engagement.

Moridyn Moridyn snarled with disgust as the Bloodletter moved towards him. His left hand flashed to his side and drew the shotgun. Destruction boomed as he tried to get a sight-line to the traitor.

No worries, I'll have Moridyn act regular in that case.

Do I need to Dodge if the Charge missed?

October vow finished - Einhyr Champion and 2 Plasmacytes. Might do another, but for now I have to build some stuff and work on non-board appropriate models.

Moridyn As Azadth moved, so did Moridyn.

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Kurkov ++Agreed. I assume you are moving to the beacon as well? My company was ambushed by Speed Freakz and was split apart.++ Kurkov moved up to the other Devastator, warily watching the dunes for any other movement.

Kraith "We move cautiously, Son of the Lion, because we don't have endless resources and the backup of a Legion. We have one battered frigate that may not be able to catch the Star Galleon if we have to chase it." Kraith looked at the Dark Angel, schooling his face into impassiveness. "As our Ultramarine cousins say, the Warmaster's fleet is a theoretical problem- one for another day perhaps. The practical problem is the Star Galleon and the Astropaths on the planet, the possible avenues of communication that could alert the real enemy to our presence here. Those are what are needed to be dealt with as soon as possible."

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Kraith "Galleon first, then the planet. If the Arbites are in control of the fortress then they should be able to hold off any assault from the planet for the duration of our assault. Then we see about their loyalty and deal with the planet." Kraith didn't like not knowing the disposition of the Arbites, but more important than an immobile fort was the potential for the ship to escape and warn their foes. Speed was essential, but guile could help. "Can we move towards the Jusiticar in a way that disguises our intent to board? Come up about it while on the way to the fortress perhaps?"

Kurkov Burn. The flames washed over the small orkoid creatures. Gretchin, the bigger greenskins called them. A dozen of them caught fire and ran about, the remaining unburnt grots fleeing the wash of flames and the vengeful figure spewing them. Scum, thought Kurkov. His armor, normally fire-red and bronze, was charred black along the edges from the heat of his heavy flamer's exhaust. Campaign badges and honor marks had dulled, and the purity seals affixed to his pauldrons were burning. Appropriate for an Angel of Fire, a Devastator who wielded flames as a weapon in service of the Emperor of Mankind. He had used much of his fuel to get to this place, away from an ambush that caught up his company. Kurkov had been separated from his squad by the bikes and buggies of Ork Speed Freakz, and his last vox communication from his brothers had been an order for all surviving marines to make for any known friendly bases. That was a day ago. He had moved from cover to cover, ash waste dune to wrecked vehicle, following the vox-ping of an Imperial base. Movement in the distance....Red armor...A brother? No, the armor faded to yellow from the waist down. Another Marine though, of the...Celebrants chapter, he believed. ++Cousin, friendly at your south-east. Angels of Fire chapter.++ Kurkov spoke quietly over the vox, hoping that the transmission was short and low enough to avoid any notice.