The Jovian Cataclysm

[Nanayaah]

Subsector Jovian
Imperial World: Jovian V
Segmentum Obscurus
Estimated population: 4.564.454,256 [rapidly decreasing; Number is not exact]
Planetary Commander: Kharnol K'tar [current location unknown]
Ecclisarch representative: Cardinal Lutz Gotlieb
Strategic Value: Irreplacable

Notes:
The planets close proximity to the Eye of Terror have demanded a high standart of the Imperial Guard Regiments on the planet. The current leader of the Jovian defense forces, the Iron Wardens, are Colonel Heinrich Greup, noted for his valour in the Veritas and Aurelian campaigns.
This have also resultet in heavy Ecclisiarch pressence on the planet, Cardinal Gotlieb unrelenting in his cleansing of mutant babies or psykers on the planet.

Recent Events:

The attack on Jovian V came without warning. Deamons and Chaos Marines spilled into reality, a massive fleet determined to claim Jovian V and bring the entire sector to its knees.
Noted Chaos Legions are the Black Legion, the Word Bearers, World Eaters, Iron Warriors and Death Guard along with ships of unknown character. Who leads the enemy forces are currently unknown.

The planetary commander send out a distress signal before disappearing, answered by no other than 5 Space Marine Chapters and several Imperial Guard regiments, including the Bifrost Regiment, who were the first to recieve and answer the distress call, saving the planet from a swift and brutal defeat. More imperial forces might yet join the war, as is threatens to engulf the whole sector if it is not contained.

Now, a terrible war rages over this valuable strategic planet. What was training grounds and great cities have now decented to burning ruins with smoking wrecks marring the landscape, evacuation shuttles and illegal transport off the planet sending those lucky enough through orbit and away from a place that will determine the fate of the entire Northern Imperium.
The Forces of Chaos have mounted their full assault and it have become clear just how much the Dark Gods wish to destroy this sector. The defense of the planet have likewise begun, Space Marine and Imperial Guard landing alongside the Battle Sisters of the Ecclisiarch on the planet's southmost side, unable to get past the Chaos fleet lumbering over the north side of the planet.

The victors of this conflict will have struck a telling blow to their enemy, the battles that will be fought here will determine the fate of the entire subsector and, should the enemies of the Imperium succeed, the entire Segmentum should do well to prepare for war...

[Nanayaah]

The cities of the North and the south

Irandia was once the pride of the planet and an example to all cities in the entire subsector. Now it is little more than a smoking ruin, all the imperial insignia thrown to the dust by traitor hands. Here the Forces of Chaos struck first and hardest. The defense of the city, while potent, never stood a chance against the relentless onslaught of the Legions amassed upon it, deamons spilling like blood of the warp and traitor cults appearing out of nowhere amongst the population.
Irandia will never become the shining star of the subsector again. Great stars of Chaos and marks of the legions and warbands and the foul gods that provide them with power now looms over the broken city, overseeing the destruction that has only spread from this point.
This is the mustering point of the Chaos forces, this is where the corruption spreads and it is here the warmasters plan their battles and the sorcerers conduct the foul rituals consuming the planet.
On the edges of this miles wide city the Iron Wardens, supported by the Bifrost Regiment and detachments from the Death Korps of Krieg fight for their lives and their honor, currently being forced back by the Chaos Forces, but upon the confirmation of their newly arrived allies, the Imperial Guardsmen redoubled their efforts and have created a safe line that leads from Saknia directly into Irandia, allowing the imperial forces to launch attacks into the world's once-proud city

Saknia, or The Gate of Iron, as it is known by the locals, stands like a lumbering behemoth over the ruination of the world. This great city was once the training ground for thousands of Imperial Defense Forces but has now become the headquater of the Imperial Forces. Tall walls and heavy deployments of bunkers and defense towers bearing the Imperial Aquila proudly are placed all around the city strategicly, forming an ever larger circle from the city's core, the final ring streaching for many kilometers.
Lately the Imperial forces have been pushed back into an ever smaller ring of resistance, the enemy soon to deploy imperial defense lasers and bunkers against the very men they protected hours before. Warp portals spilling out traitor, deamon and heretic alike in lightning fast assaults have pushed the Imperial forces almost to the breaking point. If the aid that has arrived will not change the course of events the Imperials will soon find themselves without a starport, without a manifactorum and without any orbital defense, allowing the Chaos Forces to rain death upon the surface and doom the world

[Nanayaah]

Forces of Chaos present and inbound:

The spacehulk "Scourge of worlds" left the clutches of the warp and appeared in the system. At the bridge stood Callistus surveying the distant explosions and lance batteries that lit up the black void around the planet Jovian V. The Black legion and the Iron warriors had already begun their assault on the orbital defense stations and the few imperial warships in orbit. Few minutes later the warp broke and his two escorting cruisers emerged into the psysical realm. The impressive sight of the space battle reminded him of his days following Horus, when he was still a member of the Emperors Children legion. A long time ago now......
The imperial world was ripe with the promise of war, plunder, and endless slaves to be used for his warbands debased pleasures and more importantly for the dark rituals that would follow. That it was a holy world to the mortals gave him even more perverse satisfaction.
Abbadon had his own reasons, of that he was sure, and he was to play a part in his scheme. That was accepted as long as his warband would get their share.
Callistus warband was a ragged and deadly gathering made up by his Slaanesh worshipping marines, an allied deathguard warband, subjugated traitor guard and thousands of dregs, degenerate scum, wild mutants, and beastmen in the bowels of the spacehulk.
He closed his eyes and felt the surge of anticipation swell through his body. Soon the sensations of war, murder and terror would be his to enjoy once again.
(Christian -Latd ca 1500 pt.
Renegades ca 2000 pt. inklusiv superheavy Valdor tankhunter
Chaos marines (Slaanesh warband) ca 2200 pt.
Chaos Marines (Deathguard) ca 1500 pt.)

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"We fight the long war, not through vain notions of duty and honour, but through a far purer purpose: hatred. At the height of our glory we were betrayed and cast out by our kin. Guilliman, Dorn, Sanguinius-these are names I curse. Horus, Perturabo, Angron-these are names I revere, names I would follow to the very end. It is this hatred that has sustained me through the long millenia. I tend it with bitterness. I nurture it with the deaths of my former brothers. For I know that when the end is upon us and Horus is returned, then the false emperor shall be cast down from his sepulchural Golden Throne, and we shall take our rightful place at the side of Horus, the true Emperor of Mankind."
These thoughts went through his mind as he commanded his Battlebarge to initiate bombardment on the City below them. They would feel the full terrible impact of how the Iron warriors waged war.
He was Ferrous Ironclaw, Warsmith of the Iron Warriors Second Grand Company.
His fleet had formed the vanguard of the assault together with the Black legion. The defense stations, the few frigates, and single cruiser present had swiftly been swept aside.
He had not hesitated to pledge his armies to Abbadons cause. He had fought alongside him many times, and would do so again. Out of sheer spite and hatred of their common foe.
Besides he knew that this war would draw in Adeptus Astartes, and he had many scores to settle....
(Morten - Iron Warriors ca 8300 pt. inkl. Superheavy Hellhammer)

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Urkrathos woke. Not because he ever slept, but from a medidative like state. Still getting customized to his new form he spent a lot of time like this.  Not only had his recent ascending altered his physical form, he also experienced a whole new psychic revelation, it was almost as he could see the warp.

He rose.  Something had awoken him, or someone. Yes, Abaddon, would be needing him again, he almost felt it. The floor and walls trembled lighty beneath him.  Ah this power! Thousand of years of services, and millions of souls slaughtered, had finally been rewarded by the dark lords. He had always been more than human. Gene breed as a space marine, enhanced further by the warp, and now this - a daemon prince.

He already knew what Abaddon had in for him. Those fools! Followers of the death corpse of the false emperor.
Urkrathos was tasked with leading the first strike force of the fiercest warriors from the Black Legion. It gave him joy and martial pride to see such a gathering of the legion, and he knew that abbadon would be here soon to. He could sense the warp signature of the Vengeful Spirit even before it broke into the materium.

He knew more forces would join. Abaddon would bring in other warbands to annihilate this force, if so know no one knew how far he might take it. Another crusade?. Urkrathos urged to bring his new form to the battlefield. And he longed to show Abaddon what destructions he would be able to bring.
(Kristoffer - Black legion ca 2000 pts. Mikael – Black legion ca. Black Legion ca 7000 pts. inklusiv superheavy Plaguereaper, Jens Krøldrup – Black Legion ca 5000 pts.)

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Aruc had been a Dark Apostle of the Word bearers legion ever since he shot his old mentor in the back and taken his accursed Crozius for himself. He had fulfilled his role,  when he had no more to teach him.
He had longed to prove himself to his legion and to the dark powers for a long time.
The chance was now. The Black legion had need of his warriors and their knowledge of the esoteric. Deals had been made, wows had been pledged, and he was now a part of Abbadons plan. He would bring his zealous warriors once more to the wartorn fields, and they would bring the denizens of the warp with them. They would tear down the idols of the false emperor, and they would erect new and glorious temples to the true pantheon. The primodial gods, that all of mankind should embrace.
(Andreas - Word Bearers ca 2000 pts.)

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To the horror of the hard pressed Imperial defenders, the Chaos forces kept arriving in the Jovian system. Less than a week after the initial savage assault and planetfall, long range sensors registered new fleet arrivals.
Lord Kheloks Warband was made up of his vicious and bloodthirsty Khorne shock troops, and his allies the plague ridden deathguard.
In the war to come, the Imperial forces learned to fear both the brutal savagery of the Khorne berzerkers who would be used to break stalemates, and the relentless advance of the deathguard.....
(Rasmus - World eaters/Deathguard ca 3250 pts.)

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Huge bulk carriers trailed the Chaos warships. Not in any form or shape battleworthy vessels. But mere retrofitted bulk carriers and merchant ships. Their bulkheads where adorned with the eight pointed star of Chaos, and within them where fanatical renegade troops. Loyal to Cardinal Xaphan and the ruinous powers.
Xaphan had before Vraks itself had been lost into its own ever grinding war, pledged his support to the Black legion and sent several regiments of his troops with full armor and artillery support. No doubt hoping that he would later gain their support in return to relive his own desperate situation.
The renegade troops of Vraks would lend their considerable strenght to the heretical forces
(Erik - Renegades ca 3000 pt. samt superheavy Baneblade/Macharius)

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As the war progressed on Jovian V the warp stirred and troops reported strange atmospherical phenomena. Unnatural storms broke out, and the Astropaths and psychers told that the great sea was boling and brewing around Jovian V.
The Word bearers and other traitor marines where sacrificing thousands of slaves and captives at the desecrated basilicas and temples in grotesque rituals that went on night and day.
Soon after reports flooded in from all sectors. Reports telling of engagements with nightmarish enemies.... The denizens of the warp had breached the materium and the situation on Jovian V was desperate.....
(Christian - Chaos Daemons ca 2500 pts, Jens Krøldrup – Chaos Daemons ca 2500 pts.
Niels – Chaos Daemons ca 5500 pts.)

[GuitaRasmus]

+++++++++++++  Incoming transmission ++++++++++++++++


- Prepare Tu Temet Enim Inferis. -

+++++++++++++ Transmission Terminated ++++++++++++++

Unable to locate source of transmission. Signal scrambled by warp interferences.

[Nanayaah]

Present and Inbound Forces of the Imperium:

Ultramarines 4th company (Unknown whether whole company is present) Led by Uriel Ventris, on the Strike Cruiser Vae Victus. Was heading back to Ultramar after long range patrol missions, when they recieved the sectorwide distress call for aid. When Uriel Ventris heard that large forces of the hated Iron warriors where sighted he immediately pledged his company to the fighting. Uriel and his 4th company where among the first Imperial reinforecements to arrive on Jovian V and soon found themselves in the thick of the heaviest fighting. Their presence needed to bolster the hard pressed Imperial guard on all fronts!
(Christian Nielsen - Ultramarines 4th./1st ca 2500 point.)

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The Astropaths of Bifrost was among the first to recieve the distress call from Jovian V. Imperial doctrine demanded that they responded in force, since they where relative close. Second sword fleet of the Bifrost guard led by Captain Jarnløfi and Lord commisar Wendell Rath where rapidly mustered and embarked on their transports. Amongst the first offworld reinforcements to arrive on Jovian V They where immediately deployed and their presence was pivotal in preventing a total rout of the Guardsmen defending the northenmost defense line.
(Stephan -- Bifrost guard (IG) ca 3200 pts. inkl. superheavy Shadowsword)

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It seemed that it was not by mere chance that the heretical forces chose to attack Jovian V The planet had always been a holy place of pilgrimage due to the huge basilica of the ecclesiarchy that dominated the Northern hive city Irandia. Numerous lesser temples devoted to the imperial cult was also spread over the world. It was said that the emperor himself set foot on Jovian V during the early days of the great crusade. The Cardinal Lutz Gotlieb requested the Adepta sororitas for immediate aid. And was soon answered.
Saint Celestine called a War of Faith against the renegade chaos forces invading the segmentum. Canoness Galatea musters almost all of the available forces from her convent to support the Saint. They would fight in the war to come with faith, and holy promethium!
(Flemming - Sisters of Battle ca 3200 pts. inkl. custom superheavy)

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The first imperial forces to arrive on Jovian V was the infamous Flesh Tearers. Led by Gabriel Seth himself on his fastest Strike cruiser "Unrelenting". He had responded immediately as his navigators had informed him that the warp routes was favourable and they could make planetfall at Jovian V within 2 standard weeks. Seth seized his chance to make his impact on the war before the imperium had amassed larger forces, and too many witnesses to his warriors excessive ways. He hoped that he could avoid being dragged into a prolonged war. He was wrong....
(Dan - Flesh Tearers ca 6000 pts. inkl. superheavy Thunderhawk og en custom)

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In M38 Jovian V had reached a size and production level that warranted the planet to provide manpower and material to the imperial guard. Since then a long and proud martial history had grown on Jovian V. The imperial regiments raised here had been involved in numerous campaigns in the Imperium. As a consequence this world was no pushover, manned by low quality PDF troops. There was numerous imperial guard qualty troops present. They where amongst the first to engage the invading Chaos forces. And while they where pushed back on all fronts, their tenacious defense bought them precoius time, and allowed for much needed reinforcements to arrive.
The Imperial guard defending Jovian V  is the renowned Iron Wardens 3rd, 55th,and 140th commanded på Colonel Heinrich Greup. A veteran of many campaigns.
(Anders - Imperial Guard ca 5000 pts. inkl. Superheavy Baneblade)

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As the war escalated it soon became apparent that more men and material was needed. Segmentum command send wider requests for reinforcements. Including request for aid to any adeptus astartes in the region. Their plea was answered and soon a Battlebarge and acompanying Strikecruiser from the Blood Angels chapter reported that they where enroute. They did not report any details of their fighting strenght, who was in command, or made any attempts to contact other commanders present. It was assumed that they in typical astartes fashion would make their own plans of engagement once they arrived and had assesed the situation.
(Nick - Blood Angels ca 6000 pts.)

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Amidst the ghostly burned out orbital defense platforms in orbit a single Strike cruiser is spotted by the imperial fleet. It made no attempts to hail the imperial forces neither planetside nor in orbit. And it has answered no such hails itself.
It is identified as the Dark Angel strike cruiser Light of the Lion. Therefore no attempts to engage it is made.
Soon reports are made by imperial forces fighing planetside. The reports are of Dark angels in white armor suddenly appearing and engaging the heretics, and swiftly dissapearing again. It soon became apparent that the 1st company of the Dark angels was engaged in fighting the Traitor marines on Jovian V.
(Kasper - Deathwing ca 2500 pts.)


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As the war progressed into a merciless gruel on the surface of Jovian V more and more forces where sucked into the escalating war. Some imperial officials even suggested that this was the vanguard of a new black crusade, while others was prepared to declare the world lost and was instigating for terminatus.
However the fact remained that the planet was not just another backwater world, but was important on many levels. The ecclesiarchy was also busy making their influence felt in segmentum command and spoke openly of holy war. Such it was that segmentum command was forced to search for even more reinforcements, even though it weakened the defenses of nearby systems considerably.
The emperor was merciful and a crusading fleet of both Imperial Fists 5th company led by Captain Khrusaor, and Black Templars led by Marshall Totenkopf was contacted and agreed to lend their considerable forces to the war!
(Andreas - Imperial Fists ca 6000 pts. Black Templars)

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Increasing warp storms in the sector makes communication and travel more and more difficult. Astropaths on Jovian V Have picked up traces of a large inbound fleet. Imperial army regiments and Titan support they whisper... The hard pressed defenders look to the skies and hope....
(Westborg - Imperial Guard ca 6000 pts. plus Reaver Titan!)

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Astropaths have detected signs of another incoming fleet. It bears the sign of the 5th company of Astartes of The Angles of redemption chapter. Little is known of their purpose or fighting strenght, but any imperial presence is welcomed, especially Astartes!
(Mr. Burns – Angels of Redemption 2500 pts.)

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One of the most significant Imperial forces to respond to segmentum commands call for reinforcements was the Ultramarines 2nd company, led by Captain Cato Sicarius. They where returning from a campaign against the Orks of the Charadon empire when they recieved the request. Captain Sicarius ordered his fleet to alter course immediately. Also led by Sicarius was a siege regiment of Krieg who had served against the greenskins, they too would be deployed on the soil of Jovian V. On the Northen front in the harshest fighting conditions, they would lend their strength to the Bifrost guard.
Sicarius astropaths contacted Uriel Ventris of the Ultramarines 4th, who where already engaged on Jovian V. This allowed Sicarius to gain valuable and precise battlefield information from a trusted source. They would be well prepared, and strike at the heretics with unrelenting fury, like true sons of Guilliman.
(Rune - Ultramarines 6000 pts. Deathkorps of Krieg 3000 pts)

[Patrick Glikmann]

Jeg har regnet mig frem til at jeg har ca 4000 point malet SW lige nu til at hjælpe Imperiet

[Hare]

First Blood
With his arrival to the Jovian subsector, Urkrathos was quick to deploy his forces in the northern cities of Jovian V. But it was only days before the filthy loyalist came blazing out the skies.  A landing pad was rapidly deployed from orbit close to Urkrathos and his only recent deployed and still scattered forces. Obviously they were going for the quick kill, cutting of the head of the chaos invasion.

Two thundering Stormravens quickly revealed the nature of the attacking force with unmistakable markings from the Flesh Tearers. With the landing pad in place they were quick to deploy a claiming unit while no other than Gabriel Seth was moving fast in the air closely followed by a unit of the infamous Death Companist.


Urkathos tried to hide from the incoming barrage behind his usual transport, a massive Landraider which now instead contained a squad of the surgical enhanced bezerkers. Seth moved strait for Urkrathos his Stormraven blowing up the Landraider leaving Urkrathos exposed for an assault.


The bold move proved disastrous for Seth as the chaos responding shooting wrecked his transport and forced to make an emergency ground deployment. Though Seth escaped from this unscathed his following marines were all consumed by the exploding Stormraven. He now had to face an assault from far too many bezerkers.


Urkrathos quickly took advantage and locked in combat with a furious black dreadnought which had accompanied Seth in the Stormraven.


Though outclassed in close combat the raging dreadnought withstood many blows from the imposing daemon prince eventually leaving the monster very exposed for the many guns centering down from the landing pad. This left the towering monster wounded and exposed to a vicious group of Death Companist who threw themselves from the remaining Stormraven and cut the evilness down.

Too late Urkrathos reinforcements arrived, deep striking from orbit right onto the landing pad.


They withstood the expected enemy fire from all directions and sent the occupying force in a run despite only one warrior in his terminator armour remained. In the end he also was blasted into oblivion and the battle ended with huge losses on both sides, their leaders badly wounded and the landing pad unoccupied.

[Andreas 2.0]

p....p...p... pWnage

[Hare]

Sadly there were no real good pictures of the lonely Sanguinary Guard who stands in the crater at the outermost left on the last picture. Not only did he manage to hold that vital position but to get there he trew himself against two deadly enemy walkers, of which, one of them was the daemon machine, the Defiler, and 5 fearsome chaos space marines. He surely was the hero of the day.

[Krøldrup]

1. træfning for Loez Sorrowbringer

Tekst af Nicolai Nygaard, billeder af Jens Krøldrup.

The forces of Chaos were amassed on land, determined to take Saknia before the intervention of the Space Marine Chapters on route.  As such they send forth the Black Legion to secure the outer rings after breaking down the outmost defense of the Iron Gate with heavy bombartment from the Iron Warriors. Moving out from the forrest mainland and into the ruins of the outer defense post, Lord Loez Sorrowbringer proudly lead his forces to capture and control the landing pad, allowing for a forward base for the Legion, and to shut down the two power supplies fuelling defense turrets further towards Sakia.
Having disrupted the Dark Angel's through manipulation with the warptide, this was nothing but a symbolic mission, it were to be a testament of the relentless onslaught and the tactical masterminds guiding the Chaos Forces. It did not end as such.......

"My Lord, we have something approaching us from the East"
The servant said, looking nervously to the bulking Astartes Lord as he slowly turned his head and said in a low voice that made the servant's bone chill...
"Something?"
The servant's hands started shaking as he franatically manipulated the screens to get some hint as to what were approaching them. This did not match any signal they had encountered before, this was as if someone were disrupting their signal... Before the servant could disappoint his Lord, and surely face his end, he noticed that the Lord had long since abandoned him in his futile efforts to satisfy his wish for more information. He was at the Rhino vox. Silently praising the Chaos Gods he listened to the rough voice of the Lord Loez Sorrowbringer
"All units, on route! We have incomming forces from the east. Move to secure objectives and annihilate these fools for daring to stand in our way!"
Affermative runes pinged up on the console as the Lord instructed the Rhino drives to change direction eastwards, the Khorne Beserkers that were before silently awaiting battle were breathing audiably now, the roar of a chainaxe being tested before battle sounding several times.....



Grey Knights moved in from the eastern flank in force!



The Chaos Forces turn their advance towards the main objective down towards the Grey Knights, the hated Deamonhunters to ensure their destruction! Havocs and Beserkers moving towards main and secondary objectives, the rest of the force advances with the intent to slaughter.


Noise marines and raptors charging forward only to meet the unstoppable might of Grey Knight terminators, Chaos Space Marines and the venerated Dreadnought Arctem Sorrowbringer, blood and battlebrother of the commanding lord, making quick work of 4 Grey Knights, leaving a single one surrounded and at their mercy.




Objectives, Brothers! The Grey Knight Dreadknight shunt through the warp, appearing before the Chaos Rapters, their missile launchers no might for the blessed armor of the Knight. The Grey Knight Land Raider Viatus going straight forth towards the objectives, smoke lauchers hiding the vehicle from enemy meltaguns.


Beset on all sides! As the Land Raider attempts to move forth, a Chaos Space Marine loosens a meltashot and melts through the left track of the raider, jamming it in place. The succes is short lived as the remains of the strike squad turns to face the Chaos Marines as the Land Raider's machine Spirit deals a severe blow to Arctem Sorrowbringers iron form.


The Lord and his retinue of mad berserkers charges into the advancing Grey Knights, both squads intent of taking the main objective. The Grey Knights standing firmly, as the Chaos Lord duels the Inquisitor making a heroic last stand, fending off many of the Lord's relentless blows. When he finally goes down, bleeding, he looks after the Lord and his Berserker Champion running to capture the main objective and smiles, knowing that he and his Terminators have held them off long enough to deny them their victory...

++Rapport: The Battle of the First Ring++
+++Combat result: Victory!+++
+Result: The Chaos forces were unable to get a foothold within the Iron Ring+
++++Thought of the day:+++
++Victory is the prelude to the next battle!+++

[Krøldrup]

2. træfning for Loez Sorrowbringer.

Flesh Tearers (BA) ved Dan vs. Black Legion (CSM) ved Jens
Vi spillede 1650 point S3 med tre objektiver i midten af bordet. Vi havde aftalt at holde det på en 4-6 SP.
Spillede sluttede efter tur 5 med resultatet uafgjort, da vi hver havde et objektiv og begge contestede det tredje.

Så lige en personlig kommentar. Jeg foretrækker at skrive på dansk. Hvilket nok har noget at gøre med, at jeg er dansklærer og gerne ser sproget brugt så meget som muligt. Håber det er ok med jer

Hostende blod og spyttende betændt pus gik Loez Sorrowbringer gennem kommandoposten lige bag hovedkamplinjen.
Kampen havde været intens og tabene på begge sider overvældende. Der var ingen klar vinder af slaget, men Loez vidste, at adskillige af hans elite styrker var sluppet gennem fjendens linjer og havde fået pakken ned i vandrøret. Det vandrør der førte direkte ind bag fjendens linjer.

Træfningen havde været hård. Den første estimering af fjendens antal viste sig kraftigt undervurderet. For efter de første par skudvekslinger mellem den sorte legions fremskudte enheder og det forhadte imperiums røde lakajer, viste fjenden sine tænder. Ude i det fjerne kom to Stormraven gunships til syne.

Men Loez havde sit modsvar parat. Lurende i warpen var dæmoner klar til at kaste sig ind i kampen, dæmoner legionens sorcerers havde trælbundet til ikonerne i Loez´ styrke. Endnu mere kraftfuldt var de terminators som på slagkrydseren "Sort morgengry" stod parat, sammen med Loez selv, til at blive teleporteret ned på slagmarken så snart fjenden havde spillet deres kort.

Der rasede nærkamp på nærkamp over hele slagmarken, det kulminerede med den episke kamp mellem "Chapter master Seth" og "Terminator Lord Loez Sorrowbringer", som blev vundet af Seth godt hjulpet på vej af Loez´ eget daemon weapon. Seth og hans røde lakajer blev dog straks efter løbet over ende, af en gruppe af den sorte legions udvalgte elite krigere.

Kampe ebbede ud efter at begge styrkers ledere var faldet og enheder fra begge sider trak deres slagne kroppe i sikkerhed.

Loez vidste at slutspillet nu var ude af hans hænder. Det eneste han kunne gøre var at bede til kaos guderne og håbe at legionens sorcerers havde ret i, at det pulveriserede artefakt ville samle sig selv igen. Samle sig ved vandværket bag fjendens linjer og sende dets sirene kald ud i warpen.
Men måske var der noget han kunne gøre .....
Loez snerrede af en servitor, der kom i vejen for ham og knuste dens kranie med et enkelt slag.

"Kald alle mine kommandører og væk min bror" råbte han. En legionær der stod bøjet over en kontrolpult nikkede og spurgte hvad han måtte meddele dem.
"Vi køber tid" kom det fra Loez, med en nu mere fattet stemme. "Tid til at at artefaktet kan virke og tid til at kaldet kan gå ud. Vi laver et udfald mod deres hovedkamplinjer, vi trækker deres styrker frem og binder dem i kamp".
Loez smilte for sig selv. Om det var det rigtige eller ej så var kampen det eneste sted, han følte sig rolig og fattet.

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10 Mariner bliver ramt af en dreadnought der skærer sig vej gennem dem. Mirakuløst overlever ikonet og powerfisten der på tre 6´ere i træk sprænger dreadnoughten i luften.



Alle styrker er på bordet og den episke kamp mellem Seth og Loez er under opsejling. Seth og Sanguinary guards vinder godt hjulpet af dæmonvåbenets evne til at slå 1 for antallet af angreb.



I mellemtiden udkæmpes en desperat kamp mellem Flesh tearer dødskompagniet på den ene side og terminators, chaos space marines og noise marines på den anden side. Dødskompagniet delte flade ud, men måtte sig se besejret af de numerisk overlegne kaos mariner.


Slaget efterlod begge styrker kraftigt decimeret og i besiddelse af hvert deres objektiv.


Og når man kan slå dreadnoughts i stykker med tre 6´ere fra powerfists, så er det jo også meget godt, at man kan rulle to wound med tre powerfist angreb på denne måde. Så er der ligesom balance

[Krøldrup]

3. træfning for Loez Sorrowbringer

Planetary defense force (IG) ved Anders vs. Black legion (CSM) ved Jens
Vi spillede 2000 point med tre objektiver i midten. Begge hære var "flinke" og Anders havde givet mig lov til at bruge blight drones (det gør han nok ikke igen da de nægtede at dø)
Spillet sluttede i tur 5 med 1 objektiv til CSM og 2 objektiver contestet af begge.

Med rustningen smeltet flere steder, en lille hilsen fra fjendens plasma kanoner, samlede Loez sine tropper omkring sig.
Der var ikke mange tilbage og specielt hans transportkøretøjer og de menige soldater var stærkt reduceret i antal. Dem der stod tilbage stod dog afslappet og grinende. De havde trukket fjenden ind i en kamp hvor fjenden og hans ynkelige, men numerisk overlegne styrker, var blevet bundt og mens hans tab steg og steg blev han tvunget til at sende flere og flere reserver ind. Loez kendte udmærket imperiets doktriner. Led de tab sender de flere tropper ind. Og sådan ville det bare forsætte. Imperiet var en anakronistisk og forudsigelig maskine.

Loez var godt klar over, at på egen hånd kunne hans tropper ikke vinde det endelige gennembrud. Men de kunne give en blodig ofring til kaos guderne, mens artefaktet gjorde hvad det nu engang var at legionens troldmænd sagde det ville.

"Legionærer" sagde Loez højt.

Alle soldaterne rettede sig op, et par blight drones summede i baggrunden mens pus og betændt væske dryppede fra dem. De to dreadnoughts, den ene hans blodsbroder, drejede sig mod han. Rolige nu da kampen var fjern, men i kampens hede havde de begge været rasende galninge. Men de havde været hans rasende galninge tænkte Loez med et smil.

"Legionærer vi har i dag slået et slag for warmasteren og for legionen. Vi har mishandlet og smadret et regiment imperial guardsmen. Og selv om vi har lidt tabt så er vores sejr nu inden for synsvidde. Vores sorcerer brødre meddelte mig for lidt siden, at en revne er slået i warpen. Ikke permanent, men nok til at en stor horde dæmoner kan manifestere i fjendens opmarchområde;  ødelægge deres forsyningslinjer, dræbe deres såred, løbe deres kommando installationer over ende og ofre utallige civile til kaos guderne .......".

Og mens Loez talte til sine folk, væltede dæmonerne frem en håndfuld kilometer derfra. Ingen soldater og ingen mariner var nær nok til at respondere inden dæmonerne kunne sprede sig  og gennemføre deres brutale foretagne.

Men på en af imperiets slagkrydsere "Light of the lion" i geostationært omløb, var en lille flok mariner ved at gøre sig klar .....

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Slagmarken er sat. Imperial guard starter og rammer kaoslinjerne hårdt. De bliver efterlad uden nogen rhinos på bordet som kan køre. Tre bikers der blev til to, beslutter sig at hente burgere og kører prompte ud over baglinjen.







En nærkamp mellem IG veteraner og 10 CSM udvikler sig bizart da veteranerne beslutter sig at save sådan her. Så de bliver hængende i nærkamp i IG´ens egen tur.


Ene mand stod en veteran tilbage i IG´s egen nærkampsfase og på trods af at marinerne ikke var i stand til at tæske ham besluttede hans sig alligevel at smutte.


Meltaguns i spillet var epic loss. De ramte simpelthen ikke det de skød på. Om det var IG eller CSM var ligemeget.
Først overlever en blightdrone tre meltaguns. Derefter overlever en medusa tre meltaguns.




Ponyekspressen kom til undsætning men måtte i sidste ende se sig besejret af Loez Sorrowbringer selv. Dog åd de 10ish CSM inden da.




Spillet sluttede i tur 5 med to flat-out fløjne blightdrones der contestede begge imperiets objektiver mens CSM holdt et objektiv.

[Krøldrup]

4. træfning - dæmonerne er igennem!

Deathwing (DA) ved Kasper vs. Daemons ved Jens
Vi spillede 2000 point. Objektiverne var tre Leman Russ wrecks hvor der var 5 guardsmen i hver. Hvis alle 5 var døde var det et point til daemons. Hvis bare en var i live var det point til Deathwing. De havde 3+ cover mod skydning og klarede alle moral test.
Det viste sig at det var for let for dæmonerne at hapse dem. Vi burde nok have haft to objektiver f.eks. med en bunkerinstallation med structure points der skulle smadres.

Vi sluttede i tur 5 da Deathwingen ikke havde andre enheder end en enkelt dreadnought låst i nærkamp og dæmonerne havde spist alle de sårede guardsmen.

Billeder følger snarest .....

På en sønderbombet parkeringsplads uden for et vandværk, begyndte et svagt rødligt  lys at skinne midt i luften. Prikken blev til en streg, der blev til en takket revne. Revnen udvidede sig og et blodrødt lys brød igennem til virkeligheden.

Et væsen kom til syne gennem revnen. En muskuløs og dyrisk udseende bloodletter med en enorm økse der pulserede med warpens kræfter kastede aggresivt et blik frem og tilbage. Lige før den skulle til at tage et skidt mere greb en enorm hånd den om kraniet og med en syg knasende lyd kastede dens krop til siden.
En 5 meter høj muskelsvulmende dæmon der glinsede af blod trådte gennem revnen efterfulgt af flere bloodletters. Med et brøl foldede den sine enorme vinger og kastede sig op i luften. Khornes udvalgte Bloodthirster var brudt igennem den tynde mur der adskiller virkeligheden fra warpen.

Flere steder i den sønderbombede forstad opstod der flere revner i virkeligheden. Flere og flere dæmoner kom væltende igennem. Snusende og sniffende sporede de sig ind på, hvor de overlevende var i ruinerne. Med bestialske brøl og hvæs kastede de sig ud i jagten på ofringer til kaos guderne.

Med et brag der brød lydmuren over ruinerne kom en Thunderhawk flyvende lavt hen over dæmonerne, der øjeblikkeligt kastede sig frem mod dens landingssted hvor en Landraider og to dreadnoughts blev sat af. Samtidigt flimrede luften adskillige steder og den ene gruppe efter den anden af Deathwing terminators gjorde deres entre.

De mange dæmoners tilstedeværelse  og Tzeentchs heraldernes omskiftelige indflydelse på warpen, gjorde at Deathwingen kom ned spredt og dæmonerne kunne oversvømme dem en gruppe af gange.
Det var en massakre hvor først deathwingen og dernæst sårede guardsmen, kommandoinstallationer og infirmerier blev løbet over ende af dæmonerne. Til sidst holdt en enlig Librarian og to dreadnoughts stand, men også de måtte se sig overvældet.

Uden flere fjender i nærheden kom de to dæmonprinser i kamp med hinanden, Khorne prinsen  kastede sig direkte mod Nurgle prinsen og med enorme kløer rev store flænger i hans rustning. Flængerne blev næsten øjeblikkeligt fyldt med pus og sårskorper der voksede sammen med rustningen på få sekunder.
Et par plaguebearers kastede sig om benene på khorne prinsen og de få sekunder det tog den at flå hovederne af dem, var nok til at Nurgle prinsen kunne aktivere sin jumppack og springe bort. Plaguebearers overalt på slagmarken kravlede ned i kloakkerne, inden både Bloodthirster og bloodletters kunne nå dem.

Med kampen overstået begav dæmonerne sig på jagt i ruinerne efter flere ofringer.

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Dæmonerne suser over slagmarken mod Deathwingen.




5 Terminators og en captain forsøger at undsætte de civile. De bliver ædt levende af en bloodthirster og 8 bloodletters.


Prinser og fiends vælter frem og løber deathwingens center over ende. Det eneste lyspunkt er en dreadnought der holder stand og binder 6 friends og en herald i nærkamp.




Et desperat modangreb afvises af Bloodcrushers og Deathwingens sidste håb er deres librarian og det sidste squd terminators der stadig venter på at teleportere ned på slagmarken.




Det var for sent og for lidt da Librarian ankom. Han knækkede en gruppe fiends, men Khorne prinsen lavede ham om til nudler i blodsuppe.






Ud af omkring 15 armor saves taget af terminatorsne blev der rullet 6 1´ere og et enkelt rul så sådan her ud.

[Hare]

Enten er det min iPad eller også går der lidt kuk i billedlinks nu. Som om nr. 3 og 4 træfning er blandet sammen. Godt at se Chaos styrker er ved at trække det længste strå ellers. Jeg må lige vente til efter EC før jeg kan hjælpe til igen  .

/K

[Christian Nielsen]

Kort intro.
Eriks renegades vs. Christians Ultramarines. 1700point pr. side.
Kort om missionen: Vi spillede en mission hvor renegades skulle vogte et enligt objektiv i egen deployment zone, som så skulle rigges. Hvis spillet sluttede med et rigget objektiv ville ultra marines vinde.



+++++++ Incomming transmission+++++++

+++++Ident key aknowledged++++++++

++++++++++++Captain Uriel Ventris+++Ultramarines 4th. Company+++++++++


++++++Standby for mission debriefing++++++++++

This is 1st. Sergeant Learchus Abantes reporting, in the sted of Captain Uriel Ventris, who is indisposed. Regretfully, the mornigns raid on defense position 263, did not go as planned. The captain split our forces between the two flanks of their position, and as we sped acros the open ground as quickly as we could have, the renegades opened fire. It seemed they where better prepared than we had antisipated. They quickly wrecked our transports on the stronger flank, forcing us to advance on foot, slowing only to fire heavyer guns to soften them up for our charge.



After barely escaping the explosion of their razorback, Captain Ventris pulled his command squad back beyond their canon range, due to severe casualties.

He left me in command and I proceded to drive our right flank forwards. Slowly and at great costs we won ground.

On the left flank Chaplain Clausel and Protus assault marines, supported by Nestors tactical squad fared better and quickly reached the enemy.

But again the enemy where well prepared and in the last seccond Clausels men where denied their charge, by clever traps and snares. The enemy sprung their trap and a bloody and protacted combat ensued.


Nestor comitted his squad to an almost suicidal assault on a mob of drug crazed ogryns, buying Clausel prescious time to mob up. His men fought with the courage and honour of true Ultramarines, charging pistols blazing through burning wrecks and into the hulking mob of xenos.

Meanwhile, I kept pushing my flank forward. The renegades dug in tightly and blazed away.

Many brothers went down, but the remnants managed to reach the relative safety, of the enemy held ruins, and we engaged the entrenched renegades.

After a short but brutal series of melees, only my squad remained and we charged out of the ruins and straight at the lone enemy Leman Russ. I unclipped a Krak grenade and lodged it between the turret and the hull. The tank blew up sending the turret hurtling straight for the enemy forces hunkerede down nearby.

The objective was in sight. But alas this was never to be our victory. Both Nestor and Clausel had suffered greatly in the protracted combats and had been forced to disengage their squads or perish. Alone and about to be cut of, I ordered the last few brothers still in the fight, to fall back and regroup on the Captains position.

We came so close and yet this try at hampering the great enemys forces has failed. Many of my brothers are injured, and it will be some time until Captain Ventris is ready to lead the 4th. into combat.

1st. sergeant Learchus Abantes out.

++++++++++Transmission terminated++++++++++


+++++++++Thought for the day:++++++++++

+++++Victory needs no explanation+++++
+++++++Defeat alows none++++++++++++

[Honsou]

I unclipped a melta bomb KRAK grenade and lodged it between the turret and the hull.

Lille rettelse.

[Christian Nielsen]

Fixed for greater truth and heroism

Jeg fandt ud af at han havde melta bomber...glemte bare at bruge dem...og som du oplevede var krak grenades jo alt rigeligt til at blæse låget en en russ 

[Hare]

After being forced back by the might of the Grey Knights, Abaddon was forced to seek other ways to make his way into the Jovian Campaign. On the eastern fridges of the ruins of Irandia Abaddon would make a forcefull advance through the ruins of an old imperial Shrine, to cut off the Imperial Safeline to the City of Saknia.

Abaddons Strike Force - 2500 pts.
Abaddon

Terminator Squad (4), 3 x combi-melta, chainfist+HF - mounted in Landraider
Dreadnought w. tl autocannon + HF
Dreadnought w. tl autocannon + ML

10 CSM, 2 x meltagun, icon, champ w fist - mounted in rhino
10 CSM, 2 x plasma, icon, champ w fist - mounted in rhino
8 zerkers, icon, champ w pw - - mounted in rhino
8 summoned lesser daemons
7 plaque marines, 2 x plasma

5 havocs, 4 x autocannon
Defiler
3 x Obliterators

Sons of Dorn - 2500 pts (frit efter hukommelsen)
Captain, relic blade, artificer armour, SS
Command squad, champion, banner osv. - mounted in rhino
Chaplain

Ironclad dreadnought - in Drop Pod
Dreadnought w multi-melta

10 Tacticals, div. grej - mounted in rhino
10 Tacticals, div. grej - mounted in rhino
10 Tacticals, same - mounted in razorback

10 assault marines, flamers, PF
2 x Landspeeders, Cyclone miss. launch.
5 scouts ind Land Speeder Storm, MB + combiM

Predator, autocannon, las
Devastators, 3 ML + las

General Andreas 1.0 sætter op. Vi spiller en mission fra "Battle Missions". Scorged Ground or something. 4 objektiver. De 2 i den store ruin og 2 i det åbne terræn.


Chaos deployment. Abaddon i LR sammen med termies. Planlægger at tage turen på ydersiden af den store ruin mens resten af drengene kører frem gennemruinen. En rhino og en dreadnought er i reserve og skal hjælpe Abaddon i det åbne terræn.


Scouts stormer frem, Land Speeder bliver skudt ned af en "sniper" dread gennem en åben dør i den store ruin. Den har dog udført sit formål. Scouts er i position til at skyde Abaddons dyt. Den bliver immobilized og en velplaceret meltabombe sørger for at den efterflg. eksploderer. En enkelt scout ryger med i faldet... (og vist nok en terminator også  )


Kampen om katedralen intensiveres...


Skydetelt - Abaddon med følge halser igennem det åbne terræn:


Massiv skydning og elendige saves ryder godt ud i termies...


Imens er khorne drengene hoppet ud af deres bil i håb om at kunne assaulte nogle mariner. Chaos skydningen er dog miserabel og de ender med at slå lidt forgæves på nogle rhinos i stedet. Det resulterer i et counterassault fra nogle vrede assault marines med en chaplain i følge - auch!


Fisterne er ved at have et overtage i den store ruin. Ironclad smadrer den rhino der blokerer den, løber henover den, åbner den næste rhino og går i assault med chaos vennerne indeni - auch igen!



Her begynder chaos guderne dog at gøre deres indflydelse. Champion med powerfist tager sig kærligt af ironclad'en (rammer, penetrerer og wrecked  ) og squadet mister kun en enkelt mand til gengæld. Imens er det lykkedes Abaddon at kravle over en brændende rhino og lave et assault på både command squadet og assault marines med chaplain. Kampen er hård. Uden granater må Abaddon se utallige slag gå ind men med et wound tilbage klarer han mirakuløst bla. 3 inv saves. En to'er på hans daemon weapon tynder en anelse ud i de gule fister, men deres banner redder dem fra at løbe fra kampen.


I næste runde slår Abaddon dog først, og med et sekser rul på hans daemon weapon og en total mangel af evne til at klare saves fra diverse storm- og combat shields, resulterer i  :


Abaddon trasker videre mod en dreadnought og gør klar til at fortsætte massakren, men hans daemon weapon er dog nu så ustyrligt at det tager hans sidste wound og Abaddon trækker sig fra kampen. Chaos sidder nu grundigt på den store ruin mens de er noget mere pressede på den anden side:



Spillet slutter efter tur 5 med chaos i besiddelse af "the Shrine" mens Fisterne har overtaget i det åbne. En meget tæt draw, som kunne være gået begge veje havde spillet fortsat.


Beklager billedkvaliteteten. Andreas havde glemt sit kamera og jeg rystede for meget på hænderne af bare spænding.

[Ryback]

Ja det var godt nok et tæt spil som kunne have gået mange veje til det sidste.

Abaddon som ruller en 6'er på Drach'nyen og rydder for 550 pts Fists på én nærkampsfase og i den efterfølgende fase bliver slået ihjel af sit våben var EPISK. The stuff of legends.

Tak for kampen Kristoffer. Rigtig godt spil.


Khrusaor of the 5^th out!

[Hare]

Selv tak, det var et superfedt spil i noget rigtig lækkert terræn, meget episk, 40K as it should be  .

/Kristoffer