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Game 5 This game is focused around the initial defense of the old district on Tizca in between the space port and the sea port. The loyalist fleet commenced orbital bombardment over the city. But the kine shield threw up by the Raptora occult repelled any attack. The loyalists would have to fly under the defensive auspex on the anti air via the sea port and fight their way to the space port. Securing the space port objective would allow the deployment of the loyalists proper. Russ would lead the assault. (Though he didn’t appear in this battle). With the bulk of the thousand sons protecting the pyramids the space wolves would easily sweep through old Tizca, as I saw in this game. Looking back I think for the entirety of the game I killed maybe 5 space wolves. Fluff (explains why the militia look a tad bit chaosy) General Katon Aphea surveyed the assembled troops. They were a rag tag bunch but all had served with distinction in the great crusade. Captain Hathor was a particularly honourable officer, he stood looking at the tremendous display of firepower being thrown at the kine shield above, plasma pistol and chainsword sitting idle in his hands. Magister Azmoth appeared behind him. “Who’d dare attack our home magister” Katon asked, afraid to know the answer fully aware that the thousand sons were currently forbidden to use the very kine shield that protected them. The magister did not look at him and took in the square filled with militia in the market square of old Tizca. “These troops will not live out this day”, he turned to Katon, “we need to improve our position”. “I could improve it more if I knew what we were fighting, is it imperium? Have we broken the edict Azmoth?”. Azmoth shot him a look at the use of his name. “We did what we needed to do for the future of the imperium. Just like I need to do this” his eyes glowed green as he spoke. What Katon saw horrified him. He saw Pavoni at work before, fixing bones and healing wounds, but all he could do was watch in horror as every trooper assembled squealed in terror. Each of them bending over with inhuman bone cracking noises, expanding and mutating into hideous human forms. Then it was over. Captain Hathor was no longer holding the chainsword. It was fused to him. His expression frightened him. It was impassive like nothing had happened, a sigil was burned into his breastplate where the imperial eagle was once before, but it hurt his eyes when he tried to make it out. He turned to the magister but he was gone. He realised then that ‘they’ were right and it was too late, they’d have to pay for whatever the thousand sons did, but not at the head of this chaos, these abominations. He marched off away from the square. No orders given. He did learn later that the once honoured warriors were wiped to a man. But they should have died as men. Not the mutants they had become. Last turn, 3 ogryns left.

Wish these were all available still.

Militia up next in the campaign. Some army pics. I couldn’t justify the cost for spireguard.

Game 4 A calculated slaughter first blood, death of honour. 2VP to the side that slays the honour guard. Instant win for slay the warlord. Thousand sons vs Talons of the emperor. Zone mortalis; Zhao Arkhad Facility; Prospero. Outcome: Draw. had surprising fun against custodes despite their overpowered rules. The funnest part was their captain repeatedly failed to assault a door. fluff; Aarthrat hefted his heavy Bolter onto the suspensor web for firing on the move, The rest of the squad were preparing their bolters and checking ammo. He turned to look at the Osiron dreadnought that was having its burnt out plasma cannon replaced with an assault cannon by a Magos. The ammo box was fitted and the barrels of the cannon span in approval. Now finished with the work a series of mechanendrites gently lifted the Magos back into his abeyant. He seemed to freeze for a second, apparently communing with some unseen device, then voxed over the local battle net so the assembled force of thousand sons could hear. “Perimeter breached, sector 564 compromised, we must secure the work and retreat”. The work was the curious black rocks that the forge world Zhao Arkhad had been fitting to their automata and on some of the legion Orison contemptors and Castellax. Aarthrat was pretty sure that the imperium, after the edict of Nikea, would not tolerate their use, though at this point it wouldn’t have mattered. The Magos turned and dissappeared down the corridor. Apparently defending this area was an order. It didn’t matter to Aarthrat anymore, the wolves were here and this was his home. It’s defence was paramount, the thousand sons would not become the next Legion to be un remembered. The assembled warriors continued to check weapons and armour. The sekhmet stood tall, backs towards the far wall, Presumably where elements of “the work” were. the facility was silent apart from the odd rumble of shelling from far above. <I hope the Spire guard are faring well> sent Phasmos telepathically, who was also equipping a heavy Bolter. <No> answered Nezchad the squad leader. <Magus recalled all Spireguard> <And us> retorted Phasmos. <yes but we must protect our…..> Nezchad didn’t finish the sentence. The lead magister interrupted their communion. < teleportation transponders detected 1km north> <terminator assault?> asked Nezchad, <they’re not 6th legion, they hate tele….> the psychic link broke immediately and a sense of dread swept across the assembled thousand sons. “The sisters of silence are here. And they’ve brought friends.” Said Nezchad out loud. Aarthrat pressed the quick release on the suspensor web of the heavy Bolter, kicked open the weapons locker and took out the two plasma guns within, he threw one to Phasmos and kept the other for himself. “They’re close” Phasmos stated looking down the corridor. “Don’t worry about the sisters, worry about the custodians”. Nezchad replied. The magister voxed orders to the squads. The Osiron and the sehkmet set off towards primary blast door. The magister watched them leave. Aarthrats brothers began stalking off down the far right corridor. He paused and turned to look at the magister. He was no longer there and the locker containing the black stones was empty. Aarthrat shook his head and said to himself “if the custodians are here none of us will make it out alive”. Aarthrat caught up to his brothers. The muffled sounds of bolters and a kheres assault cannon was firing to his left. Presumably at the custodians, hopefully killing the sisters. The floor then lurched with an explosion that must have been the destruction of the Osiron. Suddenly, up ahead, a squad of golden warriors filled the corridor and Aarthrat fired his Plasma gun. He thought he glimpsed one fall as they charged into his squad. Then He saw a guardian spear tip through his chest. He wasn’t sure how it got there or how he was facing the way he came. The spear then disappeared and sharp pain swept through his body. He collapsed to the floor and fell into darkness. Aarthrat woke in the same darkened Corridor he fell in. <got to you just in time> a voice in his head stated. He took off his helmet and surveyed his surroundings. Phasmos and Nezchad were clearly dead; Torsos split in half completely, definitely the work of a guardian spear. The apothecary followed Aarthads gaze, <even pavoni can’t fix that kind of damage>, the apothecary was shaking his head, <we need to regroup at the space port south of Old Tizca. we can’t allow the wolves to land unimpeded>. <Agreed> answered Aarthad, searching for the plasma gun. <Magnus will join us soon>. The Apothecary Stared at him, his aura troubled. <hope that he does>. replied the Apothecary. Army list Deployment. The volkite guys never fired a shot. Eventually the shield captain knocked down that door. end.

You’re in luck. I have a lot from Instagram thats basically wasted there. There is at least 12 more for Prospero

Game 3 A brothers blood. Units in the enemy deployment zone +1VP. Attrition, first blood, slay the warlord. Space wolves vs mechanicum. Zone mortalis; Zhao Arkhad Facility; Prospero. Draw 1-1. Folgsten fjoltssen stared into the fire, wind howled at the entrance of the cave that wasn’t just the wind. The neophytes gathered round the fire clad in heavy firs. Folgsten had a glint in his eye. A saga kind of glint that heralded a story that could either instruct, thrill or bore even the most gene enhanced mind to be a Deathsworn. “Did I ever tell you about the time I fought the witches on Prospero?” One of the neophytes spoke up. “Didn’t you get stuck in one of the Adeptus Mechanicus facilities outside of Tizca”. Folgsten growled. “It was the Mechanicum back then. Zhao Arkhad to be exact and I was… delayed”, he growled again,“Maleficarum” he said under his breath and spat into the fire. “It was on the first day of landing” continued Folgsten, one of the neophytes laughed. “Stuck on the first day”. Folgsten ignored the insult and continued. “Jarl Skane Pendervrak led my pack. He was a fine warrior. Fought like the Allfather. We had to go in destroy the facility, anything that was robot shaped and leave”. “Sounds simple enough” said a neophyte, “Ah you see nothings ever simple when maleficarum is involved” replied Folgsten. This prompted spits from all gathered round the fire. “Was there any maleficarum?” Asked a neophyte and there was Another round of spitting. Folgsten paused, staring into the fire regretting telling a story with no magic. “No, The facility was dark, but we could smell the oil of their machines, They had these hunter killer drones. Terrifying to behold, circular blades for hands. Blades for forearms. Daggers for toes. They thought they could hunt the wolves but we Hunted them. A good pack of my brothers fell to them.” “Did you fight them?” Asked another neophyte. “No” said Folgsten “What did you see, if anything?” asked a neophyte, “Rubble of Tizca” chuckled another. Again Folgsten ignored the jibe. “I saw my glorious Jarl engage the largest Mechanicum construct you ever saw…” “A knight?” asked a neophyte, “A Titan?” Asked another, “No…” said Folgsten. “I’m not sure what it was but it was big. Killed nearly my entire pack.” “How?” Asked a neophyte, “in glorious melee?” “No” said Folgsten. “He had two big arms with some kind of gravity guns that crush you inside your armour.” “So how did Jarl Skane kill the beast?” Asked a neophyte, Folgsten was definitely regretting his choice of saga. “He plunged his frost blade in his back and slew the beast with one blow” exclaimed Folgsten, putting on his best dramatic tone. It wasn’t working. “So the Jarl severed a red wire, What happened after that?” Asked a neophyte half interested. “The biggest mechanical beast you ever saw” said Folgsten. “Wasn’t the last construct the biggest?” Asked a neophyte, “This had a man in it, well, Bits of a man. These mechanicum are a weird bunch” Folgsten shrugged. “This had 6 arms riding a platform of some sort which had more arms with weapons, like a iron priest after too much Mjod. It was truly a terrifying sight!” Folgsten was looking wistful, his long years past the greatest saga in human history showing. “My Jarl turned and faced this monster. Corridors aflame, all our brothers and machine in ruins amongst us.” “What did you all do?” Asked a neophyte. “What any true son of Russ would do”, he had them now and Folgsten pause for effect. “We charged”. “And you slew the mechanical beast?” “No…” growled Folgsten. “The ceiling collapsed and I never saw the Jarl again”. mechanicum list map end of battle.

Part 2, we really hit our stride with the games and I first met “Hatefully scummy space wolves praetor” which in first Ed rules was a killing machine and at the end of the campaign far in excess got the most kills. Also got my Osiron done and used him in this game and wrote a bit based on his performance in the battle. I lost magnificently 3-0 Hateful scummy space wolves praetor leads the charge into the Sehkmet. Alone the Osiron charges in Fluff; For a century I’ve been interred in the Osiron dreadnought. During my slumber I dreamt of the baying of wolves, now in the archologies of Tizca i hear them. I hear them in the tunnels ahead. My brothers assemble with power swords and plasma guns lighting the banks of cogitators in a eerie blue glow. The sekhmet flank our commander, he’s inexperienced but keen to show his worth against the wolves. My schooling in the corvidae shows no future for him past this day. I will try to change that. I turn my attention back to sound of the wolves. They are closer now. My commander holds back my brothers in tactical armour, despite their experience in warfare they respect their commander and obey. I advance with my sekhmet brothers, their training in the corvidae like my own signals their pre planned doom. But maybe not today. I take my place at the end of a long corridor. I do not need my precognitive powers to know to cycle my plasma cannon to ready. The first of the dog skull helmeted wolves round the corner, Wary at first but then relish in possibility of a glorious death upon seeing me. They charge down the corridor. I warn my brothers and they approach behind me, summoned by my physic call, plasma guns charging to fire. As I melt the deathsworn in blue plasma my telepathic link with weapon masters of the 4th fellowship ends violently. Visions of a maddened wolf wielding a frost blade like a world eater possessed lingers in my vision. The deathsworn are on me, melta bombs in hand. Spurred on by a scream of a wolf in the dark my brothers meet them in battle. But I sense the tides of the great ocean betray them. I swing my blade and the deathsworn fulfil their promise to die. I am alone now. But I sense the same end approaching my commander. I must reach him. I round the corner in time to see him fall. A lone sehkmet holds back the grey tide. The maddened wolf lays dead alongside my commander. Death is here. But Maybe not today…

First up in the Burning of prospero campaign was phase one: Ferocity; which was initial landing of the space wolves. Famously, Magnus the Red hid in his tower awaiting the judgement of the emperor, withdrawing or sending troops away rather than defending Tizca. Even going as far as clouding prescience of Amon and Ahriman. In the story the Thousand sons didn’t really appear until mid battle. Holding back on their father’s orders. Those of the Raptora occult providing a kine shield over the city, forcing the “Loyalists” to approach by sea to attack the space port. so I planned a few ZM games to show the loyalist attacking key structures. Most notably those that the warmaster would utilise later when the depths of his betrayal was revealed. And. I wanted to use the thousand sons I spent ages painting. I also had militia to represent those defending old Tizca. The initial landing of the space wolves. and mechanicum representing Zhao Arkhad who serve their own interests rather than be wiped out. The final battle would be the defence of the space port… opening game below; 1250 points. Draw 4-4

Thousands sons for prospero campaign between 2021 & 23. My friends played custodes and space wolves. My thousands sons below. Culminating to about 4k in first edition. Praetor librarian on a jet bike. Ahriman Ahriman’s cabal osiron contemptor 1st vet squad plasma 2nd vet tactical power swords 20 man tactical 10 sehkmet terminators Fast attack jet bikes 10 man volkite 5 man lascannon land raider Rhinos

Bit of a preface, I’ve been collecting Horus heresy for a long time. As seen here; it has grown somewhat since 2017 and I stopped posting because work blocked access, which was my only computer at the time. Since then I’ve had two kids and although my free time has been Reduced it didn’t stop me collecting ultramarines and thousand sons. I had an excellent campaign which followed the prospero black book which I will show here. It involved all the major engagements from the book. however my first love is the sons of Horus and the events on Istvaan III, so kids willing I can get the campaign going soon and play ˋCometh the Red Angelˋ. In which Angron defies Horus and makes plantfall to assault the loyalists. hopefully this will be more interesting to people on here and get feedback rather than nothing on instagram. heres some later sons of Horus.

Complete! And still drying. Work has now blocked bolter and chainsword so it will no be difficult to update stuff. but my work is complete Glory to the thirteenth! Untitled by Richard Jones, on Flickr Untitled by Richard Jones, on Flickr Untitled by Richard Jones, on Flickr

No way is any of it complete. its been painted nicely ready for dispatch waiting for the word bearers to come so we can fight Orks. Big campaign, got to look nice for the brothers. Nothing can go wrong, Monarchia was a long time ago, water under the bridge and all that. I'm sure they've forgotten all about it.

Progress on the Arcus. Untitled by Richard Jones, on Flickr Painted the black on the remaining 5 assault marines. All I need to do now is to finish the assault marines. Seal everything. Decal everything, seal again, weather the tanks, seal it again and paint some bases!

Great work going on for the Heresy. As for me, painting MKII took its toll. I'm switching to the Arcus to split up the workload. Here's the 4 of the first half of the Assault squad. Untitled by Richard Jones, on Flickr