Wacon

Rick and Mary got gold for Vlad and a silver for Stormie and a silver for their Circle models that they entered into the painting contest. Luci run demos all weekend for many of the Cool Mini or Not games. We also had many members go down to play in tournaments for 40k and Warmachine. Hoping next year we can get a big turn out.  Chad also won a door prize of a Protectorate 120mm base, and a 4" resin wall. Him and Katelynn had 1 win and 2 loss in a Doubles with pKreoss(Menoth) and eGrissel(Trolls).  The Highlander Event yielded 0 wins and 2 losses.  Chad was awarded a Bronze for his Testament of Menoth in the Single Miniature(small/medium base).  Katelynn received Windsor & Newton series 7 size 1 brush, W&N brush cleaner, and W&N brush basin for a door prize.  In addition to her wins with Chad, she also played in the Who's the Boss  with 2 wins1 loss but didn't make into the top 3 :(. In the Highlander event she had 2 wins, and 2 losses.  Way to go!  I will post more from Ben Redleaf and Kenny Hill when I receive their info.

Marneus Calgar

Is Marneus Calgar up to the job?

With his massive 275 points base you really need to look at what you are going to do with him. You can add the terminator for 10 points. The armor is worth ever point. It is the only terminator armour that can sweeping advance and includes a teleport homer so you could drop in all kinds of good stuff. He as a great warlord trait, you roll three times and pick the one you want. I have found that using the book basic traits work the best. He is the only Eternal warrior base in the book. You can buy the shield eternal to make any non character hq have eternal warrior but you points are better spent somewhere else. God of War is where Calgar makes some real money. Being able to fail any morale check and then running added with the fact that if you lose the (I) check And They Shall Know No Fear rule just puts you back into combat is great. Orbital Bombardment I really don’t use that much I guess its ok but the max 2d6 scatter always lands on my own guys. Titanic Might is re-rolls failed armour penetration in close combat its ok but you have to get there first.

Now I’m a fluff player so I like running Calgar with Honour Guard in a storm raven across the table and seeing how much of the enemy line I can get. But that’s not really good for tournament play. For the hardcore player I don’t see you taking Calgar. He’s a big points drop and you can get a better hq for less points.

Sarge

Aces High by Chuck Williams

“Commander. They are moving,” Dayvan said almost too quickly as he burst onto the bridge of the Infidel Class Raider. He turned and made a motion to two robed men escorting a human female draped in a soft white cloth that was barely visible. They roughly brought her onto the bridge and lay her across a navigation console, binding her at the throat and ankles as the computer beeped in an ignored protest.

“Subcommander Dayvan… are you forgetting something?” inquired Commander Talshak in a calm voice. Dayvan started as if struck by an open handed slap to the back of his head and immediately brought his heels together and stood at attention.

“Commander, my apologies, but the importance of this is paramount” began Dayvan. Commander Talshak was not really upset at the breach in decorum, but discipline needed to be maintained. Even though Dayvan was a powerful sorcerer, blessed with the fell powers of Chaos and second in command of the army, Talshak’s word was law on this vessel, and wouldn’t let anyone forget it, even an old friend like Dayvan.

“You may proceed.” Talshak calmly ordered, gesturing in affirmation

“The prize that has eluded our lord for a century… it is moving! I’ve felt it!” exclaimed Dayvan.

“Where? How?!” Talshak asked incredulously. He was still an Initiate the last time their warband made an attempt to recover the artifacts from the patchwork space hulk adrift near Zanatov’s Harbor. Hundreds of lives were lost on that mission, lost to the insatiable hunger that slept there.

“I know not, I only know that it moves, and that it moves quickly,” Dayvan replied.

“Quickly?” Talshak pondered how a derelict vessel could possibly move quickly. “I… believe I interrupted you… your ritual was it?”

The young woman writhed on the navigation console. She made muffled noises that would have been screams, had her mouth not been sewn shut crudely with what appeared to be electrical wire. Dayvan pulled at her coverings and exposed her naked, bruised flesh to the cold air of the bridge.

“Ha-mok. Ha-mok be shai,” Dayvan began to chant. The girl mustered all of her strength and punched Dayvan in the chest. He shook his head with disapproval at the robed Initiate standing closest to her head, and he quickly grabbed both of her hands and held them together above the bindings that held her neck against the console. She bit him fiercely, and he bled, but did not move, and did not cry out, for there were things far more fearsome in the universe than the bite of a young girl with unchecked psychic powers, and his master had already shown him plenty of them.

“Ha-mok. Ha-mok be shai,” Dayvan continued, as a pale green mist appeared above the young girl. A short, broad blade appeared from beneath the sleeves of his robe. He licked the blade provocatively, and with enough force that his tongue was split about a half an inch, and bled.

“Ha-mok. Ha-mok be shai,” Dayvan said louder, spitting a mouthful of his blood all over the girl’s bare midriff. In a flash he raised the knife up, and brought it down with enough force to pierce the stomach of the sacrifice, and through her back where the tip bounced off the navigational display, prompting another protesting series of beeps from the console.

Dayvan slowly pulled the blade across the girl’s stomach, exposing her entrails.  Her blood intermingled with his, and he ran his hands through it.

“Ha-mok. Ha-mok be shanon-ma,” was the final incantation, made as he twisted his fingers into cryptic gestures. Dayvan’s entire body tensed, and his feet rose about 6 inches from the floor. The green mist started to dissipate, and then.

Nothing.

Dayvan slowly lowered back to the floor. At first a quizzical look appeared on his face, a look which quickly changed to realization, acknowledgement, and rage. He quickly walked to the communications console, angrily pressing the “All Hail” button.

“MESHECK! BRIDGE! NOW!”