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THE PETE-HOUSE FORUM.

Welcome back to another irritating edition of the forum.

First and foremost:

Ivan’s campaign.

SUBJECT: STATUS REPORT:-SEGMENTUM OBSCURUS/KIMMERA IV.

<<SECURITY GRADE ALPHA>>

Sector Map: 512/UV.165 Obscurus Segmentum.

Status: Kimmera V- Overrun 87%

Status: Kimmera IV- Overrun 14%

Genestealer cult activity on K.V reached dangerous levels. Defence forces on K.V weakened. Unanticipated Ork attacks successful in defeating Imperial forces on major land mass. In response of state of disarray, Chaos Traitor Legions have taken acts of vengeance upon K.V, and many hidden covens of heretics revealed. Defensive increased, but plans disrupted and hindered by the actions of grudge-bearing Squats, who have been destroyed by the Orks for their foolishness. Initial relief forces of Imperial Space-marines intercepted by numerous Dark Eldar raiding parties, preventing them from reaching their destination in time to make a difference. It has been one Terran week since Kimmera V was declared lost. No exterminatus has been ordered, nor punitive actions on behalf of the Inquisition have been taken upon the Imperial Guard survivors. Military power and defence operations increasing on K.IV.

Tactical Offensive taken by Traitor Legions, taking interest of K.IV. Eldar crafts breaching common border lines have been attacked with extreme prejudice by K.IV Naval Defence Forces. Refugees from K.V kept in quarantine until Inquisition are satisfied that there are no deviant cults or alien infestations on the transport barges. Any found will be purged immediately upon discovery. We expect preliminary Ork and Tyranid assaults any day.

Request heavy reinforcements.

May the God-Emperor guide us.

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A Piece Of My Mind (there’s not much left).

Good on G.W. for telling the letter writer to stop winging about "Beards", Bearding is bad, but winging is worse.

Also, I challenge all of you to, some time soon, play a 1500 point game of 3rd ed. 40K, and then a 1500pt. game of 2nd ed. 40K with the same army ie. Orks, Blood Angels, Tyranids etc. and think, which one was more fun, which one has the cheaper army. I know My answer.

Peter C.

Battle Reports

Michael Early(Loyalist Marines) VS Jarrod Finlay(Chaos Marines)

Game 1: Jarrod beat Michael.

Well what can I say but we did not hide behind our rhinos because storm bolter fire can not penetrate them. We withdrew behind them, regrouped and devastated the Terminators with plasma weapons, which, with typical efficiency, killed two of my own men.

My Raptors considered the distance to the ground and thought it might be safer staying in the Doomlord until turn 4, which postponed my attack. Deep strike huh? Me no like. Breog killed the Eversor good. Valmir & the Medusa Captain double KO’d each other this time despite 15 dice to hit failing to wound. Great conflict & the tactical marines learned the hard things about Thousand Sons.

We won, they died, we happy.

Game 2: Jarrod beat Michael (I think).

Sector Report: Dartin III

"Sector force advance Medusa legions have advanced too far." The Raptors leapt into the air, Rhino APCs swept around to their flanks. In an avalanche of plasma fire the Terminators were vapourised. Fighting amongst the ionized corpses Valmir closed in on the medusa commander.

Breog brought his lightning claw around slicing the marine in half, his little daemon was tugging his new trophy behind him. The Eversor was a disappointment, so much for the Emperors finest. They were nothing more than fleshy deluded fools. The Emperor has filled the minds of these soldiers with religious bullshit that to him meant nothing.

The hunter of the void cares nothing for such concepts. "Master kill good yes?" the little Daemon was looking up bouncing the Eversor’s head.

Breog regarded the little creature, "Yes he did kill good". "Bregs!" "I wish you didn’t call me that" Valmir was visibly pissed off> "Dartin III has been pacified, we must move on, we’ll gather the loyalists’ bodies, The span believes we need additional replacements"

This was a hard game which I thought was against me from turn two. But considering the outcome I must be pleased deep down somewhere. This was the second time we lined up against each other. That was well known for the time we killed each other. Well now we missed each other completely. Damn it sucks.

Kevin Carberry beat Peter Colson.

You can always depend on me, Peter Colson, to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. Orslag the Odiferous marched to war bravely behind 40 Night Goblins with Fanatics, 2 Snotling pump wagons, about 4 Wolf chariots, a Giant, and a shit-load of hyper-active squig hoppers. Nothing much of interest happened, apart from the skink shaman on terradon holding off the Goblin hero with giant blade on a Wyvern for about 3 or 4 turns with the help of a sad magic item combo (the game would have been more fun if I chose a fairer army list rather than one designed to take out what I expected Kev to take, which he didn’t dammit), and the Slann, after surviving 2 Scythed chariot and one pump wagon impacts, being sent to la-la-land by the Giants head butt. I lost by about 10 V.P.s. When next we meet I will lose be less, mark my words.

Andrew Salisbury beat Ivan Soo.

"Get that powder in order!" barked the impressively short dwarf General Brakvar . They hadn't had long to set up the equipment with the reports of the oncoming force being late. They never expected a Dark Elf party had to pass through this area, the main reason why they set up at this village. The road here would be the most sensible for the attackers to come through. Brakvar, using his previous experience figured that the bulk of the army would have to pass between these two hills, into direct fire from his crossbowmen, and the fearsome organ gun they had to drag from the last store 8 miles back.

The blood sloshed in the cauldron as the witch elves pushed it to there intended target, a small village named Kargill, just beyond the outskirts of a dwarven mining expedition. The dwarfs had formed an alliance with these people, if they could mine what was available they would provide protection thinking there would be no attack. Precisely the reason Malekith sent a force of his freshest, one, to annoy the easily riled dwarfs by spiting there plans, and two, to get some battle experience for these fresh young bloods, to prove themselves to their king.

"They have a set up a five barrelled cannon my lord, to catch us as we move along the road." informed the scout of the dwarf deployment.

"Good, I was itching to get my steed some running time, and I'm sure Kalron would enjoy wreaking some havoc with his dark practices." Lord Grohl'Tahk was fairly inexperienced in actual battle, though he had done his study in the libraries of Ghrond. "Kalron, I believe you know what to do."

"Indeed, my lord. Arnizipal shall have what he intended." intoned Kalron, the house sorcerer for Lord Grohl'Tahk.

"They wont be very far," rumbled Brakvar, "they'll come hard and fast men, and when they do, make them regret crossing us!" He had set up his crossbowmen on a hill with a clear view of the road, with the organ gun at the foot of the hill in front of them. A group of battle-hungry slayers took the left flank, accompanied by a reasonably sized unit of dwarven warriors, led by Hargrim, the rune smith. And to the right Brakvar himself led a unit of amazing strength, an impressively large unit of longbeards, already battle-hardened even in dwarf terms.

Lord Grohl'Tahk gave the signal and the elves of the darker persuasion took the initiative. The witch elves pushed round the hill to the right seeking cover behind a few buildings with the cauldron of blood close behind. Lord Grohl'Tahk himself kicked his steed to the left towards a large group of buildings, the rest of his Honour Guard, the cold one knights accompanying him. Kalron made sure the 'shifty seven', a unit of seven black ark corsairs did as they were instructed, draw fire by taking this hill and kill some slayers with their nasty repeater crossbows, several slayers falling beneath a black rain of bolts. Once in place Kalron sped straight down the center of the field towards the center of the dwarf army, assisted of course by his Cloak of Mists and Shadows he stole from his mentor sorcerer as he lay choking in a pool of his bile back in Ghrond. After a complicated series of gestures Kalron let loose with a spell, Arnizipals black horror which was nullified soon after by a rune of dwarf craft.

Brakvar realising his error made sure all the brave dwarfs knew too, "They flank us! They'll take the flank!" he bellowed. The force on the left pushed forward to hold this stone cluster by the building, the slayers biting the handles of their axes in anticipation of bloodshed. Brakvar led his mighty unit of Longbeards forward a surprising distance, aided by his Sceptre of Norgrim to meet the cold one knights advance towards the group of buildings. The cannon, ignoring the shadow that advanced on them fired all five barrels upon the dark ones who attempted to flank them and killed six of the screaming ladies, one of them rising again to the heinous magic of the cauldron. They were out of shots and reloaded as fast as they could while the crossbowmen behind them fired upon their opposite forces who took the hill across. Two of them fell in a fine spray of blood as their sea-dragon cloaks failed to hold up to the attack, now the fidgety five. Blood was spilt all over and the battle would soon be joined.

Lord Grohl'Tahk led his guard through a tight gap in the buildings to get a decent flank on the dwarfs who were moving faster than normal. The shifty seven kept up there hail of doom on the slayers where another couple fell and the fanatical witch elves pushed on further despite their casualties and came within view of the soon to be dead dwarfs with the Cauldron not far behind them. Kalron set himself up in an even better position, his skull staff revealing what few magical items the ill prepared dwarfs had, a runic axe, a Golden Sceptre of some kind, and not a lot else. He released a spell with a great pocket of energy he discovered in the winds and it rolled over the longbeards, Arnizipals unstoppable spell removing plenty of souls from those who were to be fortunate enough to experience it. On a power high he unleashed again with a doom bolt destroying the organ gun and two of its crew.

Things were not looking promising for the once proud dwarfs, though Brakvar wasn't nearly ready to fold and he led his longbeards back again to see the shadow of the sorcerer who was causing damage and planned to meet the cold one charge that was coming around head on. Hargrim the rune smith prepared his men for the charge from the witch elves who were obviously anxious for bone and sinew, their mouths foaming. The slayers march forward seeking death on the battlefield but found none. The crossbowmen on the hill, the only form of missile fire left, fired once again upon the fidgety five and though a few found their mark they bounced off the sea-dragon cloaks on the corsairs.

The time was now and the witch elves, led by their champion Kl'm'fr'fun, charged into the dwarves and through the slash of blades could be seen many a dead and dying dwarf. The runesmith struck back but only too feebly. Having lost the combat they ran and were followed hotly by the witch elves who stopped to fill the cauldron with the blood of the dying. Lord Grohl'Tahk lead his men around and formed them up ready for the charge, while the vile sorcerer aimed up once again for more magical terror. The fidgety five fired again but to little effect this time as the thick skin of the weather worn slayers held out the hard bolts of the dark elves. Kalron removed even more souls with Arnizipals dark creation, again from the longbeards.

Brakvar, knowing things looked bad, waved his large axe like it was a toy with his frustration. "You will die this day, you vile Lord of all things dark!" If one was on the field you could've heard a subtle laugh of one who personally witnessed the death of someone who he thought dressed in an odd fashion. He led the remaining longbeards on to face the comparatively small unit of cold one knights, sitting high upon their steeds in a showdown of wits. The crossbowmen fired again to know effect as the beaten unit of dwarfs rallied to face the witch elves once more, Hargrim not too sure if he was going to live this day through. A unit of slayers turned about face to view those who would shoot at them and advanced, slowly.

Lord Grohl'Tahk sat heavily in his saddle, on any other person this much unneeded bloodshed might send them to a councillor, but this isn't any other person. "Watch! Watch as they crumble before us!" gloated the Lord of the Dark. The cold ones jittered anxiously, dying to get into combat but no order to charge was given. The fidgety five kept up their attack and the witch elves made short work of the remaining left flank, killing them to a man, Hargrim decapitated, his body a fountain of blood. Kalron kept up his relentless magical assault with still more dwarfs dying though this time a handful of crossbowmen and slayers fell to evil conjuring. The dwarfs, sore and tired, had not a lot to do except await the charge from the cold ones which was long in coming. Though when it came death was swift and the stout dwarf stood his ground only to be cut down as he fled, the only warrior left against House Guard of Lord Grohl'Tahk. The Dark Elves bathe in their victory.

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