The Continuing Misadventures of a 40K Noob

Monday, August 30, 2010

More Noob-ocalypse: "The Fall of Man is Nigh", Part 2

 "The Fall of Man is Nigh, Part 2"
 The Father does not slumber. He does not rest. His pace is slow, but
it is relentless… purposeful. Unstoppable. His realm is that of life
and death, of corruption and ruin. So many do not recognize that there
is no conflict in relishing death as well as life, but to the non-
fool, they are truly one and the same. A disease is merely another
form of life, forcing its own will to live upon its prey. It’s funny
how one doesn’t see a pack of wolves hunting its prey as a “disease”,
but there really is no difference. All diseases are children of Father
Nurgle, and he loves each one of them. Decay and ruin are all parts of
life. Without them, the cycle would never complete. But the Father
does not care who understands. He does not care that he is loathed by
most. He only cares about his children, and that the cycle of life is
completed… even if, when by his hand, it is at an accelerated rate.

“Epidemius. Hear me, my favored son.” The voice booms across the
immaterium, but only one hears the call. The answer comes at a much
lower intensity, but it is as firm and unbreakable as the calling
signal. “Yes Father, what is your bidding?” “You are called upon once
again to leave the warp. The Tally must be taken.” “Yes, Father.” Like
a groaning oak, bent to breaking, the voice continues. “There is more.
This incursion is no minor one… nor is it ultimately led by one of my
children. You will answer to Kairos, disciple of the Liar.” A nano-
second passes… it is as great a hesitation as Epidemius could ever
give his patriarch. “As you wish, Father.” The dark god chuckled
slowly, amused by his greatest herald’s staunch response. “Does this
not bother you, my child?” Epidemius has no doubt in his black heart,
but following his Father’s greatest adversary gave him no pleasure
either. “Your wisdom is beyond my question, Father. It is not my place
to doubt.” Nurgle’s heart, or at least the diseased clump of energy/
flesh that best passed for a heart, swelled at his son’s words. He
loved all his children, but none more so than Epidemius. “As you say,
child, but be reassured that it is all for a reason. My own agenda
will be fulfilled in time. I care not for momentary ambitions; I care
not for temporary gains. My will be done, for there is nothing that
can stop it. Decay, ruin, decease… cannot be stopped and in time all
things will feel my embrace. I am the inevitable end of all things, I
am the Omega… and yet, I am the beginning.” Nurgle paused, and then
said “You will not handle this alone, though you are to be my general.
Desecras the Putrid will be my second herald at the incursion.
Together, you will see to it that my presence is felt.”

“Yes, Father. The Tally will be taken.”

Special Thanks to Greg L. of Adeptus North Texas, the founder of and brains behind "The Fall of Men is Nigh" 

NOTE:  Mini pictured is NOT he mini being used is our game by Greg.  It is representative pulled from Google 

The Noob Goes to a Megabattle, or, Noob-ocalypse: 40K

So, the Noob has his very first game of Apocalypse on Patriots Day (I guess that's what they're calling it now) on Saturday, 9/11.  The game pits several of the guys in my gaming group, Adeptus North Texas, against each other in pitched 40K battle goodness.  The battle is being billed as "The Fall of Man is Nigh".  My good friend Greg is fielding one full side of this monster all day affair:  6,000 points of Chaos Daemon evil.  Greg is obviously mental keeping up with 6,000 points of anything, much less Daemons.  Facing off with Greg will be 6,000 points of the Emperor's Finest, 1,500 points each of Imperial Fists, Salamanders, Ultramarines, and Black Templars.  These armies (fielded by people with much more sanity, obviously) will be fielded by my buddies Matt (Imperial Fists), Pat (Salamanders), Bob (Ultramarines),and myself (Black Templars).  Obviously, those of us fielding the Space Marine chapters have much more sanity than Greg outside the fact we've agreed to play in this potentially 8 hour monster and kill a Saturday (the last Saturday before my back surgery, mind you.  I'll spend the last Saturday I'll be able to stand for at least 3 weeks to stand around a table and move models.  Yes, I can't think of a better way to spend my last Saturday standing, either).  It should be a titanic struggle if the events of 2 weeks ago Tuesday are any indication (Greg took 3,000 points of Daemons to Victory over Pat's 1,500 of Salamanders and my 1,500 of Black Templars).  A good time was had by all which led Greg to dream up the monstrosity of a game ahead of us.

For those of you into the fluff of all things 40K, here's Greg's write up for the background of this titanic struggle.

"The Fall of Man is Nigh"
Primarch-Progenitor, to your glory and the glory of him on earth!
The Eye sees everything. There is nothing that Tzeentch the omnipotent
cannot influence or foresee, for he is the true lord of change and the
will of magic and fate passes not unto the realm of the Imperium
without first passing through him. Kairos the Fateweaver is the acting
will of Tzeentch, and his prophetic powers are peer to none save the
great master himself. Kairos has foreseen the coming conjunction of
worlds, the alignment of fates. He has foreseen and has indeed
manipulated the coming conflagration that would see the greatest
champions of mankind crippled and cast down, setting into effect a
chain of events that would destroy them utterly. Kairos has foreseen
this, for Tzeentch has allowed him to.

No Pity! No Remorse! No Fear!

Four relatively small forces of marines from four different chapters.
Yet what lies at stake is much greater than the sum of its parts. With
this stroke, a cosmic domino effect will fall into place until four of
the greatest defenders of mankind are reduced to a shadow of their
current stature. The Imperial Fists, the bastard children of Dorn who
helped defeat Horus at his greatest moment of triumph. The Black
Templars, pious and unyielding zealots of the false Emperor and also
decendants of Dorn. The Salamanders, who have been a constant thorn
since surviving Isstvan V. And lastly, the Ultramarines. The ultimate
prize will be to see Marneus Calgar’s head on a spike. Or better yet…
claimed as a champion of Tzeentch. As stalwart as he is, Kairos has
foreseen the possibility. This would surely mean the end of man and
Terra would fall like a dead branch under the weight of chaos.

Into the fires of battle, unto the anvil of war!

And so Kairos calls to the other ruinous powers. As inferior as they
are to the true master, they, like a hammer or a sickle, have their
uses. With a combined effort, the humans cannot stand a chance, and
their pathetic and lamed 'Emperor' cannot save them this time. The
beginning of the end for mankind is now. Everything hinges on the
coming confrontation… the next battle… it means everything....

Courage and Honour!

Full Battle Report to follow, obviously, and perhaps a teaser this Tuesday, 8/31/10, although I'm pretty sure Greg will break out one of his other armies.  I'm sure with all the building and painting he has going on now for this battle he's probably going to be ready to see anyone but Daemons for a week or 2 prior and a couple of weeks after.  Perhaps Imperial wargames featuring Greg's Space Wolves?  Who knows.  I know Greg has a couple of other armies in his bag of tricks besides Daemons and Space Wolves (I believe their some Tau and Sisters of Battle in Greg's bag, too.

I, of course, had to pass on the discount pre-order of 2 boxes of The Island of Blood with Greg as I just wouldn't have time to devote to it until after my recovery period, and any new box set sitting on the table wiould have me sitting longer than I am supposed to so soon after surgery.

"Brad, how did your intestines come to be spilling out your side following surgery??  Didn't we issue strict orders as to how long you could do any activity for 6 weeks after??"  

Me: "Umm, Island of Blood???"  

Dr:  "Yes, that is what the ambulance is , now, after you bled in it the whole way over.  The paramedics said you kept screaming 'My High Elves will fix my stomach!!  Back to my house!!' " 

Well, here's to me getting Tuesday night's battle report up, whatever it is, along with the Megabattle report for all you enemies of and defenders of man to chew on while I'm out.

Hmm, there will be another Tuesday between "The Fall of Man" and the actual event.  Wonder what we'll be doing....