A Prayer by the Stir River - by Mister G.

A Prayer by the Stir River

Reinïger spat on the ground. How could those foul followers of chaos be so much south? This was Stirland, by Sigmar’s name, not Kislev!

The great river Stir was known for a lot of bad things, especially here, so close to Sylvania. Thieves and pirates were bad enough. But lately, the greenskins were pretty active near the mountains of World’s End Edge. There were also more and more rumors about the «walking dead». It had been a while since Stirland had problems with these.

A full army of Chaos Warriors (not those common savages from the North, but the mighty fighters of legends) clad in what looked like impenetrable armors was probably something unheard of in Stirland for at least a generation.

- Markus?

- Yes Emmerich.

- The General and the knights are ready on the right flank.

Markus spat on the ground again.

- All right, let’s see if those walking studs can withstand the strengh of Sigmar’s children.

Emmerich smiled, but it was a nervous one. The Celestial mage hadn’t seen much fighting since he left Altdorf. He had a good magical potential and he had done what he could against some greenskins and a little skirmish with some Highelves in the last weeks.

Markus Reinïger lowered his head and started singing a prayer to Sigmar. He could hear the men behind him gripping their halberds tighter while joining the singing. Soon, the whole army was chanting, the prayer gaining momentum and strength.

He was proud of them because they were all scared of this new, unknown foe they would have to fight today. He was proud because they were showing guts and Markus Reinïger, lowly Warrior Priest of Sigmar, wasn’t about to let them down. He was about to show all those free men how to crack open some Chaos armor.

He looked left and saw the Flagellants dancing and singing and mutilating themselves while waiting to die for Sigmar. The Greatswords were ready, as always.

On the right flank, he saw the young General and his knights, impatient, on his mighty steed, waiting for the signal he and the priest had arranged. The swordsmen were hiting their shilds with their swords in unisson with the beat of the song. The whole army was ready to stand and fight for their homeland.

He took the two warhammers from his side and raised them both over his head and the whole Empire army fell silent.The Chaos army was ready to advance and he saw armored sorcerers strating to weave the winds magic.

It was time.

- By Sigmar!!! Let’s show these spiky assholes how it’s done!

The Empire army answered with a great roar and then, all hell broke lose. The artillery shot their payload all at once, the handgunners and the crossbowmen joining the lethal barrage.

The Chaos army was now advancing and closing the gap, suffering casualties; not as many as Reinïger would have liked. Those chaos armors were not for show. Beside him, Emmerich was trying to close the ennemies magic as best as he could. At least 2 Sorcerers were summoning curses and hexes. So far, the Celestial mage was succesfull in containing the evil magic.

On the right flanck, Markus saw that the General was wounded and having trouble with several Chaos Warriors of Nurgle and one of the Sorcerer. A few knights laid dead already.

He couldn’t do anything to help now. A large unit of Marauders were fast approaching the center of the Empire line. Reinïger and his halberdiers, supported by the swordsmen, crashed in them like a tidal wave. The northmen were strong but the disciplined and fury of his men was to great for the followers of Chaos.

Around Reinïger, the battle was raging. Even so, he could hear the screams of the flagellants being butchered on the left flank. They had to hold the flank. Hopefully, the Greatwords were not far.

Then, Markus saw one of the mighty Sorcerer, his thick armor crackling with eldritch energy. With a voice full of confidence, he launched a challenge to the sorcerer who accepted, laughing at this feeble opponent. Without losing a second, Reinïger furiously assaulted the Sorcerer who was caught flatfooted and had to backup.

Each hit by Markus was of a strengh and a speed the Sorcerer had never thought possible from a feeble human unblessed by the Chaos Gods.

The Sorcerer tried to fight back but he was now slow, feeble and… bleeding?

- Impossible… the gods are abandoning me.

Reinïger started laughing.

- That’s all you’ve got, Sorcerer? Pathetic excuses?

He crashed one of his hammer right on the chest of his opponent and saw blood pourring out of the Chaos helmet.

- What did you think? That we would not fight for our homes, our friends, our families? You tought we would flee before you, like weaklings?

He blocked a desperated strike from the Sorcerer with his left warhammer and then spun on himself while crouching, gaining momentum with his other warhammer and smashing the kneecap of the chaos worshipper.

- Sigmar’s giving me strengh, stealing yours to make my arm obliterate your discusting face!

And while the Chaos Sorcerer was falling down, unable to support himself with his shattered knee, Markus Reinïger took a mighty upward swing with both warhammers that connected with the face of the Sorcerer, ending his life in a bloody mess.

On the left flank, the Greatswords had flanked the Chaos knights that were butchering the Flagellants. On the right side, the General and the remaining knights were riding hard to help and wipeout the Chaos survivors.

Then, coming from behind an abandonned house, a big unit of Khornate warriors appeared in front of Reinïger and his halberdiers. Those were out for blood and vangeance, not victory. A shiver ran trough Markus’s body. More of his friends would die today.

Then… Kaboum!!

Reinïger was blinking in surprise. Half the Khornates warriors laid dead, most of them cut in half by a perfect shot by the Great Cannon team on the hill behind them. «Sigmar bless them!»

The remainging warriors of Khorne left running, knowing they would not be able to achieve anything, not anymore.

A great roar came from all the men around him. They had done it. They had fend off a Chaos warparty , a first in Stirland in 20 years! Reinïger looked around him and saw the grin in the faces of those surrounding him. This was a great victory, and besides the Flagellants, they hadn’t suffered great casualties. He saw the Celestial mage walking slowly towards him.

- So Emmerich Weber, missing the taverns of the great capital city yet?

- Never had such a bloody headache in Altdorf… even after that time i drank beer with a dwarf…

Reinïger looked more closely at Emmerich and saw that the mage had suffered. Blood was coming out of his eyes, nose and ears. He looked confused.

- You okay, Weber?

- Nothing time will not heal.

- Good, you did a good job today, for a town boy. Shutting all that Chaos magic by yourself.

- You were not so bad yourself, Markus. I saw you destroy that Sorcerer. Did you use that little mirror I gave you?

- I did. In the end, I think the Sorcerer felt like his gods abandonned him. He never suspected that such a little thing could do what it did to him.

- Glad it helped.

- Yes, me too. Time to go pray Sigmar for our victory. And then, Emmerich, my friend, we’re gonna go have a drink with the good General. I heard he’s got some good beer. Came directly from Bugman’s Brewery.

- Bugman’s Brewery? Markus, isn’t that dwarf beer?

- The best in the Word!

Bases magnétiques! et préparation des troupes et

Étant donné qu'il y a quelques nouveaux cette année, j'ai pensé donner quelques trucs pour la préparation des modèles de 40K, Fantasy ou LotR.

Premièrement, on doit couper les morceaux voulus avec des pinces de modélisme. Il va souvent rester des boûts de plastique qui ne seront pas coupé parfaitement. Pour avoir un meilleur résultat lors de la peinture, je vous conseille d'enlever les excès avec un couteau de modélisme

Ensuite, APRÈS avoir lu votre codex ou livre d'armée et ainsi comprendre les options des troupes, je fais un assemblage sans colle pour voir si j'aime le look de mes modèles.

En collant vos modèles, assurer vous qu'ils puissent bien être positionnés un à côté de l'autre, sans écart entre les bases. Ce conseil s'applique seulement à Warhammer Fantasy :)

Quelques fois, c'est un vrai casse-tête...

 Ensuite, avec de la colle à bois (colle blanche), il faut mettre du sable sur les bases (et plaques de mouvements). J'ajout aussi quelques roches ou tas de skelettes avec de la «crazy glue» afin de donner un peu plus de personnalité à mon unité.

Je fais toujours mes bases avant de «primer» car celui-ci va sceller le sable en place et il ne va pas tomber facilement par la suite. En plus, une fois peinte, les bases seront alors vraiment durable.

Pour magnétiser vos bases maintenant :)

POURQUOI magnétisr vos bases?

• Vos troupes ne vont plus tomber lorsqu'en angle sur une montagne
• Vos bannières ne tomberont plus!
• Pas de danger de les échapper par terre
• Facilité de rangement car on peut les laisser dans leurs plateaux de mouvements et les déplacer sans crainte dans une boîte ou autre.
• Rapidité de déploiement et de rangement. Pas besoin de mettre chaque soldat un à un sur les plateux de rangement... c'est long avec une horde....

Chez bureau en gros, il y a des feuilles en aimants adhésifs et c'est pas trop dispendieux... genre 4$ pour 2 feuilles. Elles sont souples et facile à couper afin de les ajuster à vos plateaux de mouvements.

Il faut aussi des «Rare Earth Magnets». Ce sont de très petits aimants ultra-puissant. Il y en a de toutes les tailles et ça ce commande sur le net. Si certains en veulent, on pourra faire une commande ensemble car le coût du shipping est un peu chiant.

Il sufit ensuite de coller un aimant sous la base de vos modèles avec de la colle à métal, et voilà!!

Voici un exemple de l'épaisseur de la feuille d'aimant adhésif avec 10 crossbowmen dans un angle peut habituel :)

Finalement, je préfère mettre de la colle «crazy glue» sous les feuilles d'aimants (même si elles sont adhésives car je ne veut pas que ça tompe dans deux-trois mois) avant de les mettre sur les plateaux de mouvement.

Et voilà, les troupes sont maintenant basé, «primer», aimanté et prête pour de longues scéances de peinture!!!

J'espère que ces trucs vous seront utiles!

Mister G.

The Fall of Inquisitor Lord Evrard part 2 & 3 - by Gabriel CC.

It had been a long day and Elivad, the librarian commanding the task force that just wiped out space marines attackers, were finally seeing it end. Aboard a fast thunderhawk headed back to the chaos fortress of redemption. Around this one vehicle were a dozen of others just like this one, showing their efficiency during the battle. Effectively, very few loyalist astartes died during the planetstrike assault that just happened.

Using an ancient and powerful warp ritual that most librarian design as foolish, the rebellious space marines appeared out of thin air in front of the loyalist battle line. Their vehicles just behind them, they tried to use their massive firepower to destroy the blessed bastions but, having just appeared, most heavy weapons were not set upped.

Elivad remembered thinking that a rude fight awaited them, even with the few eldar warriors that offered their help, appearing from a webway gate not far from there. What he saw next was astonishing, leaving even an experienced commander like him with his jaws dropped.

Reality screamed while being clawed open and a pronounced blood stench filled the air a moment before they actually appeared. Daemons, all of them devoted to the Lord of Skulls and wearing his bloody color, teleported right in the middle of the corrupted space marines foot forces. He counted them with a horrified look on his face. 21 bloodletters, foot soldiers of Khorne armed with the dreaded hellblades, were roaring their bloodlust. Every one of their fiery breath an insult to sanity, they then looked upon the space wolves and salamanders whose power armours were no obstacle to their warp swords and launched a ferocious charge upon them.

Then Elivad remembered the battle plan and created a warp gate to teleport him and the 2^nd terminator squad right behind the first land raider, whose mighty armoured hull fast fell victim of their horribly strong thunder hammers. After the explosion of the large vehicle, the enhanced senses of his tactical dreadnought armour showed the massacre that happened in the rebellious forces.

Where once stood twenty proud and barbarous space wolves only remained cadavers. The only survivors, two grey hunters broken by the atrocities they saw, were running as if the Blood God Himself was at their pursuits. The worst of it all was that none of the bloodletters that attacked them suffered any injury. Their unholy assault wiped all before them in a bloody melee.

How could Evrard authorize the use of such horrible warp fiends? Yes they were effective, but he did not expect there would be so many of them. Even the most radical inquisitor lords were reluctant to invoke more than 5 of these and Evrard summoned 21... He even noticed a daemon prince of tzeentch not too far from here and he felt that the warp was strengthening, as if something even bigger was coming... Evrard will have to suffer the consequences of his acts.

Elivad also noticed that 4 space marines bikers were standing on the top of the wolf lord’s body, claiming his death. The librarian had never seen them, how strange.

He did not have time to investigate this, the battle needed him. He saw twenty salamanders appearing a few steps from the eldar farseer and its retinue. Calling upon the strength of his mind, he opened a warp gate for him and the 2^nd terminator squad to support them. The warp was agitated, more than he ever saw, and many horrors tried to hurt them, but none could penetrate their blessed terminator armours.

They appeared barely a few strides from the first salamander squad and crushed them in a pitifully uneven melee only to find that the other squad had suffered the farseer’s arcane strength and had been crushed to a bloody pulp under a psychic storm of a rare violence.

A roar of impossible violence hit his ears. Even through his armour’s filters it was hurtful. It was a roar of triumph and satisfaction; it was all about an impossible rage that was finally sated. Elivad turned his head to find from where it was coming. A soul grinder, Evrard also summoned a soul grinder... May the Emperor save him from his reckless idiocy. So the soul grinder’s iron claw just found another land raider’s prometheum reservoir and the heavy vehicle exploded in a fiery blast that left the dreaded mix of daemon and machine untouched and left his contents unprotected.

His content, Captain Sicarius and his honour guard. They had been known for selfless heroism and their pitiful charge was a testament to such reputation. With only two meltabombs, they tried to crack open the gigantic machinery of the daemon, but horribly failed and could not do much when the soul grinder took the head of Sicarius in his strong claw and crushed it with an unholy ease.

Another roar escaped the giant’s maw. This time it was purely of satisfaction and twice as strong as the first one. Elivad knew that this one will be greatly rewarded for the kill of such a hero. He closed his eye in pain. Such a loss... He hoped that Evrard was right and that they needed to be purged... But the fact that the corrupted ones attacked without even talking was a correct proof, for the moment...

The rest of the honour squad, demoralized by the lost of its leader, was then massacred when the bloodletters that foot slogged from their initial appearing point arrived and claimed even more skulls for their Lord.

At the very moment where the last corpse fell, it seemed as if some arcane leash had been broken. Elivad felt the warp rift slowly decreasing in size and power and the daemons slowly becoming insubstantial, but those all looked upon his troops, licking the blood on their fiery swords as if they wanted more.

In unison, the daemons of Khorne all launched a ferocious assault upon the space marines. Elivad quickly shouted orders and prepared himself for the dreaded charge to come. He had seen their efficiency and 15 bloodletters were now charging upon him, ready to claim ever more skulls for their atrocious Lord.

15 feets... His plasma pistol claimed a bloodletter, but the 2^nd terminator squad did not have any other firearms.

10 feets...

5 feets...

At the very moment he saw three hellblades rise up, aiming for his head, a gigantic and evil laugh filled the battlefield... And all the daemons collapsed into blood, their soul retreating back to the warp.

Covered in blood, Elivad started thinking... This laugh remembered him of the one battle where he fought magic and treachery, the one time he ever encountered a lord of change ; a greater daemon of Tzeentch. But this time the laugh seemed ever stronger, as the one he once fought had been a lesser being... Which daemon could dwarf a lord of change in strength and malignance? In a second, he knew. Most librarians think of him as a legend and a myth, but Elivad knew it was the only possibility...

-Fateweaver... yes...

The voice came from his back, but Elivad had already fought such a being and such mind tricks would not work twice. Why would Fateweaver come to him? Was it to seed doubt in him? No, his mind was steeled against such acts. What about Evrard... Oh no... Evrard. He felt tears of rage going through his face, washing away the blood that covered it. He knew that the servant of the Changer of Ways was gone, it’s mission accomplished.

It had been a rough day, and Elivad was not eager to see it end... In a few hours his thunderhawk will land on the captured chaos fortress. Remembering what he saw during the battle, he asked to his second in command about the 4 space marine bikers that defeated the space wolf brother captain and his wolf guard. He responded that they had no space marine bikers in his force for this battle. How strange...

Within minutes of arrival at the newly reclaimed chaos fortress, Elivad isolated himself from his men inside the thunder’s hawk communication cabin. None knew what he did inside, but some noticed that when he left it, his fists were clenched and his eyes were filled with a new and fiery resolve. No one though heard him whisper with an absolute hatred;

-Let it all be purged and anew shall we start.

Inquisitor lord Evrard was occupied at trying to cleanse this unclean place from the unholy energy that bloated it. He had still a long way to go, but His holy light had taken root and it could only be easier from now on. He was too experienced to let his nerves interfere with his work, but he was worried about the battle that was happened or was already finished. He did not know because he would not accept battle reports to be broad waved across the planet, risking to be intercepted by the chaos worshippers.

He hoped that the daemonic reinforcements he sent to his space marines gave them the might to stand and fight with three others chapters... He knew that his acts were reckless; he did not know exactly how many warp-kin he compelled to help him with the warp artefact, but such summons were never the best options. Still he also knew that it was the only option he was allowed in order to cleanse the corrupted astartes.

A servitor pulled him out of his grim thoughts. The young man revealed to him that Elivad had just arrived. The inquisitor stopped him already and rushed out to meet his trusted librarian.

He met him just out of the fortress, a few strides from the very armoured door that proved so difficult to open the first time. Elivad looked tired, but a renewed vigour shined in his gaze and Evrard knew his forces had been victorious.

-Elivad, my old friend, how did it go?

-We won, my lord, with very few casualties.

-Did the daemons assist you?

-Yes, they were very effective and numerous.

Evrard’s smile disappeared. Elivad’s face started to look a bit sad.

-What happened?

Elivad walked up to his friend and whispered three sentences in his right ear, each one tearing up his heart even more.

-These daemons were not summoned; they appeared of their own free will... Those space marines were clean... You’ve been a pawn of The Great Schemer...

Evrard was stunned and turned all these revelations over and over again in his head. At that moment, the veil was lifted. He remembered the situation of awkwardness in the hall of command; it was the sensation of concealed warp presence. How did he not notice that? Then, he finally heard the horrid and evil laugh that was hidden from him that day. The spell weaved upon him faltered and he knew how true each and every one of Elivad’s words were true. He noticed the reflections of metal far to his left and knew what had to be done. He stepped away.

-May the Emperor protect us all...

A second later, a silver bullet incrusted with dozens of holy blessing known only to the vindicare temple was shot and tore out his heart. It was a clean shot, an honourable death. Evrard did not let out a single sound of agony.

Elivad kneeled, closed the eyes of his friend and whispered;

-And so The Great Scheme claims another life. You shall pay, foul god of chaos...

He did not hear the laugh of primal malignance that echoed his thoughts in the warp, but, as he stand up, his gaze was filled with a steeled resolve.

-What are we going to do now? Asked a young brother-captain.

-Call to the Ordo Hereticus to send us another inquisitor lord, he shouted, and prepare men; for tonight, we depart again. We shall purge them in holy prometheum. Burn the unclean, all of it. Let none stay our wrath and in fire and blood shall it end!

All of the present space marines answered, their voices as one:

-And we shall know no fear!

Later that day, Elivad was inside the command thunderhawk, already in way to deliver more harm to the hated worshippers of chaos, but still dwelling on grim thoughts. The ordo Malleus will be shaken. That one of their inquisitor falled to chaos in such a short period of time will worry them more than ever. He hoped that it meant the next inquisitor they will send will be a puritain one, one that does not bargain in any way with the atrocious powers of chaos.

Those were grim times ahead of Elivad, but he knew that the Emperor’s Light could still be given to this system. Yet, this time it had to be given with swords and not words. He whispered, putting all his faith in those few words:

-The Emperor’s will shall be done.

Screams of the Warp - by Kevin Driver

Screams of the Warp

How can the universe, something so vast, so beautiful, harbor such monstrosity, such insanity! This was a question she had asked herself many times before. Standing inside a crystalline tower made entirely out of wraithbone, Farseer Tal’ariell was meditating peacefully. She was one of the most gifted advisors of Crafworld Tyel’nath, and her talent showed as she overcame the perilous journey of the Witch Path with ease.

Indeed, the road to becoming a Farseer was filled with dangers none of the Mon Keigh could even hope to live through, for psykers, such as Tal’ariell, are intimately connected with Warp space, the resting place of the Daemonic Gods of Chaos and their distorted minions. Like the people of her Craftworld, the young Farseer wanted to restore her race to its former glory, before the Fall of the Eldar, before the birth of the wretched god of perversion, Slaanesh.

As Tal’ariell was comtemplating the myriad of wraithbone structures that constituted the Craftworld, she heard a loud shriek. A scream so powerful, it pierced straight into the deepest recesses of her mind. After regaining her posture, she could feel the energies of the Warp shifting with constant thoughts of bloodshed. Tal’ariell had already experienced this before; it was the doing of the Chaos God of Violence, Khorne.

Tal’ariell started imagining what kind of vile works the God of Anger could be up to as Ilyan’na, warlock of the Great Council, and most trusted friend of hers rushed into the room.

“Mistress, you must have felt the crackling energies of the Warp, as well?”

“Yes, Ilyan’na, I have. But, I also sense this was not the only purpose of your arrival.”

“Indeed. We are approaching a planet from where powerful chaotic energies are emanating. It also appears to be infested with Mon Keigh. Shall we intervene?”

It was the duty of the Eldar to eliminate the threat of Chaos, as well as the taint of Man Kind, Tal’ariell knew this. But was she ready to sacrifice the lives of her people, she did not know. After reflecting on the situation, she said silently…

“Let the Banshees howl with glee, their blades shall soon be covered with the blood of Chaos, for we go to war.”

Empire Showcase et trucs pour peinturer

Salut gang!

Un petit showcase de Fantasy.

Pour commencer, mon seul (pour l'instant) Battle Wizard. C'est un Celestial Mage lvl.2 qui est surtout présent dans mon armée pour faire beau, mais qui n'a jamais vraiment rien fait de bon jusqu'à présent... mais j'ai des projets pour lui :)

J'aime bien l'effet de reflet sur les boules (entre ses mains et sur le staff).

Pour le faire, il faut, sur un fond de Chaos Black, tracer quelques lignes fines avec du Regal Blue. Ensuite, à l'intérieur de ces lignes, il faut tracer des plus petites lignes, mais de Ultramarine Blue.
Ensuite, il faut répéter avec du Glacial Blue et finalement, un mini-mini touche de Skull White pour finaliser le reflet.

 Pour la peau, je commence avec une base de Bestial Brown, suivi d'une couche de Tanned Flesh.
Ensuite, j'utilise du Dwarf Flesh sur le visage, mais en évitant les creux (fente des lèvres, creux des yeux et des joux et des oreilles, entre les doigts, etc.
Un Highlight d'un mélange de Dwarf Flesh de de Elf Flesh (50/50) permet de faire ressorti les arcades sourcilières, les lèvres, les pomettes des joux, le menton, les jointures, etc.
Finalement, une dernière petite touche de Elf Flesh sur les endroits les plus «ressortis».

Lui, avec une mace à écraser des faces d'orcs et une banière avec beaucoup d'attitude, c'est mon Standars Banner Bearer. Il est très utile car il permet de re-rouler les tests manqués de morale pour les unités autour de lui! Parlez-en à Charles, je pense qu'il en aura un lors de sa prochaine partie avec les Orcs&Goblins :)

Pour les plumes de la bannière, j'ai utilisé la technique de Drybrush. Avec un fond d'Adeptus Battlegrey, j'ai fait un premier drybrush d'Astronomicam Grey suivi par un drybrush légé de Skull White.

 À noter le petit effet sur les manches de l'épée et de la dague :)

Pour les gants et les bottes, j'ai utilisé un highlight d'Adeptus Grey sur un basecoat de Chaos Black.
J'ai ensuite utilisé le wash Badad Black. Finalement, j'ai highlighter à nouveau avec du Adeptus Grey et une petite touche de Codex Grey pour terminer.

Voilà pour aujourd'hui! J'espère que c'était utile et agréable :)

Au courant de la semaine, je vais publier un tutorial sur la préparation des troupes pour Warhammer Fantasy (ça fonctionne aussi pour les autres systèmes!) car il y a quelques nouveaux dans le groupe!

Je vais aussi essayer un nouveau système pour ranger mes troupes en utilisant des... aimants! Je vous reparle du résultat!

Lord G.

Showcase - The Ultramarines!

++Priority Transmission: Coding/Delta/Prioris++

++Recipient: Loyal Space Marines Commanders++

++Subject: Transcript: Calgar, Tigurius and Sicarius, war council, throne room of Macragge++

++Author: Andrei Viktorov – Scrivenor-in-attendance to Sicarius, High Suzerain of Ultramar++

++Thought for the Day: Hatred is the Emperor's greatest gift to humanity++

992999.M41 : 32.54 (Local Time)

Tigurius : I’ve told you, I am certain, I have detected an energy spike coming from that planet.

Marneus: A new threat?

T: Positive, I’ve detected an Alpha class psyker emanation, but stronger than any I’ve ever felt.
Reminiscient of the Astronomican. We should investigate…
M: I’ve had reports of activity surrounding this sector, mainly regarding Daemon cults and local heresies.
I believe the Blood Angels were sent to investigate.

Sicarius: We’ve received no reports from them, something is currently blocking all communications with
the sector.

M: A Warp Storm?

T: Nothing the Librarius detected. I suggest we send our best elements to investigate further. Luckily,
our friend, Lord Inquisitor Horst Vinculus, happens to be interested in that very sector. The Ordo
Malleus has taken notice of the energy spike.

Sicarius: Allow me to lead the assault, Lord Macragge.

M: You will lead the first strike, along with Captain Augurus Mantakree, of the 9th company. We must
take no chance on this. You will lead the entire 2nd and 9th company into battle, along with the Battle
Barge Caesar. I will bring heavy support with Battle Barge Octavius, the 1st company and a part of the
armoury. Whatever the source of all this is, or whoever, he has drawn the eyes of many foes it cannot
hope to best.

S: 3 full companies?

M: Along with help from the Inquisition, the Blood Angels and, if the Emperor wills it, the Salamanders.
We leave nothing to luck. Let none stay our wrath. Faith. Honour. Vigilance.

T, S: And we shall know no fear!

++Priority Transmission: Coding/Delta/Prioris++

++Recipient: Loyal Space Marines Commanders++

++Subject: Ultramarines deployment list: Assault on -=Excommunicate Traitoris=- ++

++Author: Andrei Viktorov – Scrivenor-in-attendance to Sicarius, High Suzerain of Ultramar++

++Thought for the Day: He who lives for nothing is nothing. He who dies for the Emperor is a
hero++

HQ: Marneus Calgar, Varro Tiguris, Cato Sicarius, Captain Augurus Mantakree, 2x Chaplains, Master of
the Forge, 2x Librarians, 20x Honor Guards

Troops: 40 Space Marines (w/ Hvy Weapons), 1 Rhino

Fast Attack: 5x Vanguard Veterans, Typhoon Land Speeder, 1 attack bike

Heavy Support: 10x Devastator Squad, 2x Thunderfire Cannon, Land Raider Crusader, Land Raider Helios,
Predator, Vindicator, Brother-Sergeant Chronus

Elites: 20x Terminators, 10x Sternguards Veterans, Venerable Dreadnought, Librarian Dreadnought,
Chaplain Dreadnought, 5x Legion of the Damned (Sighted during battle)

Requisition required for deployment: Estimate of 7580 -=Paid for by Lord Inquisitor Horst Vinculus=-

Available supplementary deployments: Warhound Class Scout Titan, Lord Inquisitor Horst Vinculus’s
retinue, Ca…

++Link Broken, reestablishing++

++Requesting army data for Salamanders and Blood Angels support++

J’ai parti mon armée d’Ultramarines il y a 3 ans, en 3e sec, pour l’activité. Depuis, j’y ai mis beaucoup de temps, d’effort (et d’argent!). Bien que j’aime les games normales, je préfère les apocalypses de 3000
pts et plus, car je trouve la stratégie de masse plus intéressantes. Quoique j’aime bien les parties de 2k,
c’est plus tactique et économique.

Pour finir avec une telle force de peinte, je pense qu’il faut surtout de la détermination, un apres-midi
tranquille où il pleut dehors, des nerfs d’aciers et être loin de tout matériel électronique (mon ordi
m’empêche de peinturer, c’est pas ma faute!).

Plus tard (quand j’aurai maitrisé ma caméra, entre autre) : showcase de personnages individuels, mes
WIPs et des révélations de projets… secrets! Que se cache-t-il dans la boite de Forgeworld?

M. Farley

The fall of inquisitor lord evrard; part 1

The inquisitor lord Evrard was investigating the fortress of redemption a mere day or two after the planet fall assault of both his forces and the ultramarines he commanded.

The fortress was disgusting, bloated of the raw strength of the warp. Rivers of blood bled from the walls. Flies were everywhere, filled with deadly viruses that could overcome even the mighty space marine’s organisms in bare seconds. Rooms of pure ecstasy where powerful musk tempted the unfortunate with promises of impossible pleasure. The full of it eternally twisting without coherence or any form of organisation.

From the outdoors, this seemed like simple fortress of redemption, yet decorated with horrible symbols honouring the dark gods of chaos. From the inside, he discovered it was much, much more. The strength of each god was present in such quantities that it took the life of twenty astartes just to overcome the defences and penetrate the hall of command.

Entering the once-glorious hall, Evrard felt that something were wrong; the warp had no presence there. This place was totally free of the abhorrent taint of chaos. No, it was not entirely true; he could feel a single, yet strong, source of warp power at the end of the room.

He told his retinue, all brave warriors he teached himself in the art of fighting daemon kind, to follow him from a distance and then he walked up the command stairs, admiring the marble composing them. He then walked to the end of the room where he found a long, decorated, podium; on it was left one huge glass sphere.

At the very moment his eyes saw it, he knew he couldn’t look away, even if he wanted it. But he did not want so. Even if he could feel the strength of the warp in this object, it were not hideous, it looked as if this object escaped the taint of chaos but still used his power. He slowly advanced toward the object of his fascination. Gared, one of his retinue, asked him what he were doing, but Evrard did not answer; all too focused on the artefact he had just found.

There were currents inside the sphere. It looked like pure warp energy that was flowing through it. It would be one act of idiocy to touch such an object, but he felt that if he only touched it, he would be able to understand his meaning and purpose. Yet it was a stupid idea, never before had he directly touched such artefact, Evrard would not start today. What were his hands doing?

Pain

Pure, liquid agony flowed through his veins at the very moment his hands met the sphere. He could not think anymore, only suffer. His body did not move an inch, nor could it.

Pain

For a long moment he suffered. Then he realized it was not only pain that flowed through him, but also sight.

 Pain

All visions were happening at that precise moment. They were too many for him to register but too few to drown him.

Pain

After what seemed an eternity, he saw the scheme and understood part of it. The currents that flowed through the artefact were not warp energy, they were visions.

Pain

After another eternity, he finally discovered how to master it. The pain flowed down a little and he succeeded in slowing the processing of visions. For a split-second his control held, but he saw much in such a short time. All the plans of the worshippers of chaos were revealed to him: their supply routes, their reinforcements arriving, but more importantly where they thought that their mad gods wanted them to fight. He saw the dark eldar archon hidden in the webway stealing the soul of a dozen young women all at a time to feed his decadent life and the new broods that the hive fleet were breeding.

Pain

His control broke and his agony started anew. New visions flowed through him. He didn’t choose them but knew how true they were. Where showed to him space marines banqueting in orbit, a battle-captain enjoying the night with his poor victim, young noviciates beating each other in bloody battles so they would feel no pain and much more. He was horrified and truly shocked. It lasted longer than he ever thought it could, each vice of the angels of death revealed to him one after the other.

Pain

He felt tears of rage running down his face. Never had he seen so depraved chapters. They were tainted without recognition. They were too far down the road to see the light.

Pain

Purged, they all ought to be purged. In fire and blood shall it end.

Pain

He didn’t hear the evil and cackling laughter that followed his thoughts. But he witnessed the strength of the warp artefact decreasing. Before it could be extenuated, he used his powerful will to discover all he could about this object. He felt that this one object was linked to dozens of daemonic pact, each one of them commanding a single daemon. He activated all of them and ordered each warp-spawn under his command to help his ultramarines defeat the corrupted astartes.

He then accumulated his will and got his hands off the sphere. It looked empty as if all its power had been used. Evrard was not surprised, after all that he saw and the pacts that he used. He stormed the corridor down to meet librarian Elivad.

-Depart immediately to attack the other space marines chapters. Purge all of them. Leave no survivor.

-What my lord?

-You shall obey my command, librarian

Remembering how inferior he was, Elivad remembered his formation and opted to obey

-Yes my lord

-Good Elivad. Another thing, I will dispatch pacted daemons to help you. They will not attack your troops and nor shall your troops do.

The librarian nodded, horrified of the use of such beings and not eager of fighting on their side. He had heard of inquisitor lords using the warp strength against itself, but he didn’t think Evrard were one of them. Still he had given his word; he could not refuse now...

A few moments after the last member of Evrard’s retinue left the command room, the air flickered and 10 lord of change were rendered visible. They all turned to Kairos, the eldest and strongest of them, the only daemon that ever survived being thrown in the well of eternity, the only being in the universe to understand the future in its entirety, yet that could only speak of it in impossible riddles. Fateweaver lifted his two heads and started laughing anew.

-Do not worry brothers, it worked. This fool is convinced of what we showed him and that he could command such an enormous daemonic army. We weaved the spell too well for him to see the truth before it is too late.

All the other greater daemons nodded. Then their chaotic forms disappeared in the warp, back to Their Lord’s realm and ready to continue anoter thread of Tzeentch's master plan.