The Great Devourer versus Daemonhunters

Παρτίδα από το τούρνυ που ρίξαμε.
Skatulakia storm (140 gauntoids & tervi/zoa/guard) vs 2 raider, 1 dread, 22 GK, 4 GKT, 1 Hero.
Outnumber 6:1 και φύγαμε.

Θα πέσει "narrative story" μόλις βρώ χρόνο εντός των ημερών, όχι photo. Είναι παρτίδα όπου κέρδισε τις εντυπώσεις και το παιχνίδι καθαρά η όψη του λαού που έρχεται, παρά η στρατηγική ή το ζάρι. Σε scenario 1 obj έκαστος & γωνίες, ο DH έμεινε στην άμυνα αντί να τρέξει καταπάνω μου σε προσπάθεια "all or nothing", με αποτέλεσμα τη σκηνή από το "Alien vs Predator" όπου δείχνει τους 2 predators στην πυραμίδα και τα νίδια να ανεβαίνουν, με 1 LR στο obj και γύρω στα 100 gaunt σε charge πάνω του για deny.

Soon a story.

Κλεμμένο στήσιμο από νουβέλα.

How had it come to this?
Bolter shells fell like heavy rain on the six-legged monstrosities, cutting through the mass great chunks of creatures. Battle Brothers recited the holy rites one after the other, pumping miniature missiles with calm precission.
How had it come to this?
The deployment was as the codex advised. One squad in the Land Raider for Tactical Support, the rest holding the major buildings, a living wall of muscle and power armour to break the Tyranid tide. The terminators were there, right by Captain Socrates, their armour polished and cleaned, ready and blessed. No alien slime would even reach the entrance to the Holy Site. No pillgrim inside would be harmed.
How had it come to this?
Devilish monoliths of flesh, spawned new hordes of beasts into the sea of bodies. Sickly, atrophied bodies hung loosely from other foul beasts, their unearthly powers levitating them forward. Somewhere behind them, a beacon of hope, a place of deliverance. Somewhere behind the carpet of claw and chittin lay the control pannel for the site's launch bays.
How had it come to this?
It had seamed easy. Shoot the brainless beasts and thin their numbers, then use the land raiders to get to the control room, for doing it sooner would undoubtably result into the holy tracks being clotted beyond repair by the alien gore trampled beneath them. Shoot them wave after wave, as honoured brother Dreadio holds the swarms at bay, safe within his sarcophagus.
How had it come to this?
It all went to plan, Dreadio crushing winged tyranids like flyes where they tried to poke through his holy Dreadnough body. The rest of us fired our guns at full auto on the onrushing horde. We did not miss. We couldn't have, had we been even capable of missing. So many tyranids fell. So little it mattered.
How had it come to this?
Meters in front of us, the tyranids stoped running. I heard brother Bragio laughing at their hesitation. Secconds later I heard him scream as his body fell limp, dozens of little spike-like organisms eating through his armour and into his every organ. They hadn't stopped. They merely took aim. The seer mass of projectiles hid the sun. No more than a minute later, the majority of squad Primus had fallen, killed and devoured at the same time by insectoids.
How had it come to this?
We did not falter, not for a moment. We did not waver, our righteous aim true. We did not think, not for an instant, that death would pass us by this day. We knew no fear. We suppressed the pain. We recovered the shock of mutilated limbs. For all our training, no-one had prepared us for the unthinkable. We knew then and there, we had failed.
How had it come to this?
The horde moved forward, shooting down squad Defterio, while one of the hulking monsters crushed it's hudge claws into Dreadio's sleeping chamber, spilling amniotic fluid all over the melee. Nothing mattered now. Not even kill count. The monsters, in their devilish intelligence, had left a rearguard on the control pannel and had encircled us. We tried to block the path of the monsters by driving one Raider on the entry hatch, but we knew then and there that it was only a matter of time.
How had it come to this?
We are driving out now, fleeing the scene. "Tactical Withdrawal", the captain called it. Leaving hundreds of civilians to be devoured along with our brothers' geneceed and blessed equipment, while running full throttle in a land raider... I call it differently. I call it shame. I call it defeat. I call it failure. And it is mine to bear. The captain gave me this curse, this order to leave my duty. My squad was the only one to survive that cursed planet. And now, I stand before you, just before we breach the hull of this mothership.

I can never undo this harm. I can never forget, never forgive. I am Justicar ]I[censored]I[, and I pledge my self to this oath of moment: By my blood and on this weapon I swear, by the time death has found me, I will have cleansed a million minions of the devourer myself. I am still a Grey Knight, and I know no fear. Are you with me?


Last words of the subject, prior to infiltration on a living Leviathan Hive Ship during the battle at Porthyros constellation.

The Emperor Protects,
Inquisitor Psolomon Glok.

Οκ , και απ ολη αυτη τη φλυαρια καταλαβαινω οτι τα τυρανιδια εφαγαν καλα και οι DH πηραν το πουλι....αναμενομενο.

inquisitor psolomon...... lol........

τυχαιο? δεν νομιζω!!