
The Alpha Legion’s unpainted Maulerfiend gets ready to absolutely destroy several more tanks, and make its way onto the Christmas list of every Chaos player in the campaign.

A rather nice aerial view – with infinite thanks to GW Dublin for painting my board and all the scenery.

Alan’s Adeptus Mechanicus out for their own goals, hiding behind a rather snazzy Aegis Defence Line in matching colours. Note the Baneblade sponsons/turrets on the Land Raider’s hull, which are sick-awesome.

I learned a lot in this game. Here’s the one and only shot of my unpainted force: my Lord and Raptor Squad. Firstly, I learned that lightning claws don’t do shit against Terminator armour. Secondly, I learned that I hate playing Grey Knights. Thirdly, I learned that I felt really bad killing Ross’s Brother-Captain with two meltagun shots. Fourthly, I learned that I felt even worse when his Terminators came back the next turn and killed this unit so hard that even their kids felt the fall of the daemonhammers.

Jon’s Imperial Guard preacher makes the rather foolish mistake of charging a Mechanicus Magos who has a chainsaw for a face.

A very brave, very doomed lone Cultist preaches of Khorne’s glory to a passing phalanx of Grey Knight Terminators.

While Chaos and the Eldar spazzed it out downfield, the Imperials actually go for the objective, trying to stop the Mechanicus from reactivating Greymantle’s planetary defence array. Thus, was the Mechanicus denied their shot to win the 4-way battle in a storm of orbital bombardment.

Katie’s Shadow Wolves (purple) and Jon’s Imperial Guard hang out at the back with some unpainted Eldar.

Alan Bligh, no doubt measuring how much pain that Dreadknight and Katie’s Assault Marines are about to hand-deliver to his front line.
Last weekend saw the ‘First Blood’ phase of our Thracian Caul campaign, where about half the group gathered with 850pt. armies in a bid to get to grips with 6th Edition. I loved it lots. I wasn’t so big on 5th.
I’m mad-busy this week with my taxes; writing about the Black Templars; and building my games room in an old, outdoors farm building, so I can legitimately say “Gentlemen. To the Aaronorium.”
So please excuse the lack of any real content, or the narrative behind the campaign.
Army fluff (and army stuff) is incoming, but this isn’t a week for fucking around, so here’s a three-minute blog update to show that I’m not dead. Yet.