In the
steamy jungles of Germanium Prime there was an old Imperial outpost forgotten
decades ago and overgrown with thick tangle vines. The ruined buildings were home now to night
monkeys and swarms of the deadly Godzilla mosquito…
Actually,
it would have been cool to use the strange terrain rules, but as this was one
of our first goes at 6th ed rules, we kept the complications to a
minimum. The board looked good, just a
handful of sparse ruins among large sections of vines and plastic leaves. The jungle itself was very thick, to the
point of being Impassable Terrain – you couldn’t get a model inside it, though
they could still hide along the edges of the foliage for cover. The first turn rolled up as Night Fighting as
well, which set an even better scene.
The Dark Eldar’s Orgy of Naughtiness had the first turn, with a unit of
warriors set up within ruins and two venom transports slithering among the
shadows, one carrying the Archon and his court, the other with five Incubi
ready to pounce. Their objective (one of
two large and forgotten tech components, which both sides needed… um... for
building the old Cobra weather control device—yeah, that’s it) was planted in a
clearing near their edge of the board. The
Alliance for Decency had a predator and razorback positioned (five sternguard
inside), neither with much to shoot at, the sniper scouts infiltrated into the
ruins that sheltered their objective, and the Autarch and his Eldar jetbikers were
hiding behind another ruined wall. Azimodais,
my warlord, chose not to try to steal the initiative, thus the first turn went
to the Dark Eldar.
TURN 1:
Having little
on the board and nothing to shoot at, the DE has little to do that first
turn. The warriors hold their position,
waiting for targets, and the two venoms snake around and advance toward the Alliance
TURN 2:
Under the
new reserve rules, each roll is for a 3+ on turns 2 and 3, and then anything
left enters on Turn 4 automatically. (We
didn’t look into the Ongoing Reserves stuff yet). Due to either a communications gap or the
other Naughty forces just being too eager to spill blood, all of J’s reserves
come in on Turn 2. This was not as
planned, as he still has a Warp Portal yet to activate (and J was pretty
pissed). This also frightens Azi and his
men, who feel they are dominating the enemy’s side of the board, until a crowd
of wyches led by Lelith come on not far away, along with hulking Clawed Fiend
and Beastmaster, a Razorwing Jetfighter and 3 Reaver jetbikes. The jet glides in silently below the tree
canopy and lets go with two dark lances and two monoscythe missiles, nuking my
razorback; the sternguard pile out, and once
again my shootiest unit is stranded on the wrong side of the board with no
targets! (Always happens to them – must be their sucky commander’s fault.) The Reavers shoot at the predator tank with
little effect.
The
warriors unload on the tac squad, the first marine taking 3 hits before dying,
the second not as many. (The shoot the
first man in line rule is kinda cool, though marine power armor still takes it
well.) The wyches shoot their splinter
pistols with little effect and then the beastmaster and his pet charge (we
forgot the new “can’t assault from reserves” rule). Having not expended his psychic points from
the last turn, we decide that it is logical that a psyker can use a psychic
shooting attack as Overwatch (again, we’re muddling our way through the new
rules). Azi unleashes Psychic Shriek on
the clawed fiend; he rolls 3D6 and subtracts the target’s Ld score (for the mindless
beast, a 5) and the difference is wounds with no armor or cover saves (in this
case, 4, just enough to do the job). The
eye sockets of Azi’s creepy mask glow green and the air is filled with a
terrible scream… and the huge beast falls mid-charge, ears bleeding, his dead
body tearing up grass and earth as it continues in a forward drag along the
ground. The thing’s master, hovering on
his little goblin glider, is torn to shred as bolters, a flamer, and a heavy
bolter all fire overwatch on him. The
incubi, having allowed the Master Blaster team to absorb all the overwatch
shots, now jump from their venom and charge.
Normally these guys are marine-death but the dice were against them
today. They sliced and diced with
inhuman speed, cutting down only 2 or 3 marines (including my fave power-mace
wielding sergeant who didn’t get to swing!).
The marine counterattack kills 4 of the 5 incubi, Azi’s force sword
cutting their armor and some tac marines getting good blows in with the blunt
ends of their bolters (and bad save rolls on J’s part).
On the
other side of the board, the DE Court unleash their ranged attacks, the
Medusa’s gaze rotting two elder bikers right on their mounts, and then
charge. The Archon and his freakshow
kill another guardian and wound the Autarch with their serrated and poisoned
blades, and the Alliance Eldar, now just the Autarch and his Warlock companion,
kill two of the Archon’s lackies. The
fight holds at a draw at the end of the DE turn… and continues into the Allies’
turn. Again the Archon gets the
initiative, his deadly huskblade penetrating the Archon’s chest and sucking
every drop of moisture from his flesh and bones. The dried husk of the Autarch falls off his
bike still clutching his laser lance.
The Archon then points at the slow-moving Warlock; his remaining court
of freaks leap hungrily onto top of their Eldar cousin, knocking him from his
bike and tearing him a piece at a time out of his wraithbone breastplate.
The
Sternguard run for cover, firing snapshots at the lightning-fast Razorwing,
failing to hit. The snipers also fire on
the jet, a krak missile buzzing past harmlessly. One sniper round hits and “rends” enough to
inflict a hull point of damage. The
predator tank moves into position to unload next turn on the Archon and his
minions(who, by the way, consolidated into the jungle for cover).
Azi, being
a psyker of extraordinary skill, casts his enfeeblement curse (a biomancy
power) on the wyches while still engaged in combat with the last incubus. (My understanding is that most psychic powers
can be cast in and out of combat, and this power, while not seeming too great
at first, proves to be an awesome weapon).
The last incubus slashed the legs out from under one marine and is then
crushed under the bulk of the tac squad’s assaulting bodies. Just yards away, the Crimson Fist’s drop pod
is still smouldering and firing its stormbolter into the wyches and sending out a homing signal (has a
locator beacon). Thus when the Assault
Squad arrives from reserves their deep strike is perfectly coordinated. They land in formation next to the on-coming
sorority of wyches and unleash their flamer.
The huge gout of flame (along with 4 bolt pistol shots) devours seven of
the ten wyches, sending them screaming into the jungle as burning silhouettes. Lelith, however, is unimpressed.
TURN 3:
The Orgy
of Naughtiness’s Razorwing screams above the battlefield, streaking past the
ruined tower holding the marine snipers and unloading on the exposed side of
the predator tank. The tank’s armor
holds, however (can’t remember if it did a hull point of damage or not but I
don’t think so). The now empty incubus
venom swoops around the trees and fires on the sternguard squad, but their
armor holds as well. The Archon and his
crew stick to the jungle cover, having nothing to face off against but the predator
tank. The DE reavers make a sharp turn
and turboboost over the assault marines and tac squad, inflicting vaneblade and
exploding caltrop hits on the assault squad.
One jump marine and the sergeant are killed, their heads taken off as
the bikes burst through their ranks and then disappear. (My super-cool, double-lightning-clawed sarge
never got to do anything…) The last two
warriors also spray the assault squad with toxic splinters, maybe killing one
more, though the powered armor was proving nigh-invulnerable today.
Lelith and
her last 3 wyches charge Azi and his tac squad.
Again, Azi still has a psychic power point unspent and so Overwatches
his psychic shriek. At the same time the
marines are firing their weapons, the flamer creating a wall of fire between
them and the Eldar. The trio of wyches
never reach the flames, dropping to the ground holding their ears, their minds
bleeding out onto the jungle floor. Lelith’s
mind proves too elusive for the psychic attack, and she dodges the bolter
rounds and leaps through the flames, somersaulting into the marines. Now this is where that psychic enfeeble comes into play. They were too close for the “always count as
moving through difficult terrain” part of the curse to matter much, but
Lelith’s S and T are both reduced to 2s now.
So even with her 5 bonus attacks on top of her normal attacks, even
though her shardnet hair is reducing the attacks of those in contact with her,
and despite the fact that her well-placed blades ignore armor, with S2 Lelith
needs to roll 6s to wound these T4 marines.
Her blades strike deep under two marine ribcages, ending their lives,
but she fails to wound beyond that. And
being at T2, my marines only need 2+ to wound her. She would be brutalized by the number of hits
and wounds on her, both by Azi’s force weapon and the mighty marine fists, but
she manages to dodge most of the blows (she takes 2 wounds). The combat is a draw.
Marines’ turn.
The landspeeder deep strikes in following the pod’s beacon and fires on
the rear end of the Razorwing as it’s streaking by—no hits. (And that is the extent of the speeder’s role
in this battle. Well worth 50 pts, I’d
say...) The sniper scouts fire on the
jet with another lucky sniper hit; no damage done, however. The predator opens fire with 2 heavy bolters
and an autocannon into the leafy green, blowing the Lhamaean to little bits but
failing to hurt the Archon, whose shadow field deflected everything that came
his way (2+ invuln save until it fails and flickers out). The sternguard change course (now that the
jet has passed over them) and advance toward the venom that shot at them. With dragonfire rounds (ignore cover, like
the jink save) and a combi-melta, they bring down the small skimmer. (And celebrate that the 25-point-per-model
unit actually did something. ‘Bout time!)
The assault squad, out for revenge, leaps over the tac squad’s melee and
charges the reaver bikes, shooting down two with bolt pistols and tearing the
last one apart manually. This leaves
just the final showdown to continue: Lelith again strikes with unparalleled
speed and grace, but in her feeble condition she only manages to kill one
marine before they finally overwhelm her (even with 3+ invuln saves in combat,
she could only pass so many of them…).
The game
had to end at Turn 3: for one thing, both J and myself had to get home, as this
game took twice as long as normal due to location changes and looking up rules
in a 400+ page book; and because by the end of this turn there was little doubt
the Crimson Fists would win the game.
With Lelith’s death, the tactical squad and Azi had a clear run for the
DE objective (and being Troops were a scoring unit). Unless the Archon got past the tank and
managed to reach and kill the scouts (and probably the sternguard too), the
marine Objective would be safe. The Jet
was the DE’s biggest wildcard, likely causing lots of havoc yet but of little
value for scoring other points. The
Rumble in the Jungle concluded and the Alliance
MVP: I like to
name a Most Valuable Player for my army (and sometimes a Boobie Prize Winner)
and in this battle it was definitely Azimodais, my brain-frying,
strength-sapping Librarian and Crimson Fist Warlord.
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