Toll the Great Bell Once!
Pull the Lever forward to engage the
Piston and Pump...
Toll the Great Bell Twice!
With push of Button fire the Engine
And spark Turbine into life...
Toll the Great Bell Thrice!
Sing Praise to the
God of All Machines
No sooner did the Electropriest die, his body gave a final polarity jolt - an arc of blue static haloed the convulsing corpse, vandalised voltomiimeter sparking spikes of currant into the ferrous floor..
The cuttermen worked quickly - they had skinned a thousand times - bone knives peeling at the flesh..
had they looked up from their grisly task they might have noticed the electrified air.. a static charge built up ..slowly at first ..then faster until rapacious roots burst forth..
Harrowhound leapt headlong through the Gothic window, whilst the laden crucifixer
struggled to exit the doorway
The mechadendrites octopus around the warchief ,
a stranglehold of brute strength vs motive force.
( if looks could kill )
The lumbering Luddite crosses a vengeful look with the murderous myrmidon
( 3rd kill to the skinners )
The Middenman is razed up, oblivious to the dying screams of the moribund metalmen of mars
Sensing the opportunity to steal victory from their would be killers,
the lancet leering skaven snipe at the muilion middenman,
temporarily dropping him alongside his victims.
Rood hexed by the crosseyed xcruxiate
The mercantile myrmidon is once again laid low.
Pinned beneath a shower of searing sentrygunshots
( Crunch ! 4th kill to the skinners )
Unable to correlate the ancient code, the spiderskull
detaches itself from the quadruped. Crushed seconds later by
a cantilevered foot.
The sacerdotal technoserf serves up the battery and watches
the substantial sevitors brain pan fizzle back to life
( Gunfire rings off the ferrocrete )
As The cruciforman moves to investigate the Valvonic Bell ( to no avail )
his combustible companion attempts to find flesh to flay on the catatonic ranger
( Notoriously bad eyesight makes for poor snipers )
the Skaven grow frustrated with their lack of ballistic skill
bickering amongst themselves in high pitched squeaks,
both failing to notice until far too late a pair of
(Free at last )
Fighting of the the reticulated dendrites, Harrowhound bounds towards his final foe,
Axe raised in bloody defiance , the muscledman hollers a war cry warning !
( Act 5 )
Leaping the gap to his enemy the Harrowhound strikes...
Bronze meets bone and steel greets copper in equal measure..
Like a pale shadow of the mighty warring warriors below , the recreant rodents attempt to fend off
the viperous servoskull , a perfidious push sealing the fate of its friend yet allowing the
disloyal dastard to disappear..
Blood and Brass flesh to steel beat to beat Axe to Axe Fist to Flesnse..
The bellicose battlers barraged each other with a balanced bloodshed of blows
paralleled in punishment , one and the same.
The Puritans from the tetherdrone finally arrive at the Unforged.
implacable in faith, the logicians unsuccessfully open fire on the quadruped
logic dictating they apprehend the technoserf and his heretical skaven
# The blacksunisetting
( Kill 5 to the Skinners )
Bored with trying to inspect the Valvonic Bell and finding no flesh worth flensing
on the charred skitarii the gruesome twosome head back to Harrohound
(6th kill the Skinners )
A final push sees the Harrowhound overthrow his nemesis,
the crumpled technopriest can do nothing to prevent the Khornate Champion
taking his eyes the only flesh he could find.
A wave of euphoria is the last bioilogical thought that passes through the secutors cogitator..
Crux Mechanicus fleshisweak
Released from aeons of slumber and recalled back into servitude, the ancient sanitation device proceeds along a long forgotten program.. attempting to recycle the detritus of the forge ..
Seeing the destruction of their only way off the forge the warpriding cultists
grab their grim victory trophies and leap into the balefire portal with seconds to spare..
Victory to the Skinners
( Blood for the blood god skulls for the skull throne )
Thanks for reading folks really nice to be able to share these games with folk..
Thanks to Mr and Mrs Blanche and thistle the cat for hosting us ,and feeding us ;-) mm.. chocolate cake..
Huge thanks to John for building the board and and even huger thanks to PDH for doing such a sterling job of GMing .. ( seriously I didn't add anything that he didn't do on the day - all those dice rolls and decisions were PDH's brand of off the cuff 40k lunacy -- i am just the quill recoding the events for posterity ;-)
also forgot to mention thanks to PDH for supplying the wonderful npcs.. spiderskull pack mechadendrites and the ridiculously cool admech guys.. ( i was so happy with my admech guys until i saw PDH's on the table .. damn that man can paint !
the game was really lots of fun , and if the ending seems abrupt its because we stopped when the infamous British rain began to fall..