So I’ve released rules for some of the upcoming events at Drawbridge Games–our third-annual September Knight Night / Fight Night and third-annual November “TANKS-giving” event. This post is to formalize the preparations and plans for our biggest event of the year, an apocalypse sized mega battle in December that we’re calling “Daemon-Cember”. It will be a huge battle spanning multiple boards that link together into one cohesive story. We’ll have individual missions for each participant (what is their force trying to accomplish?) as well as the usual set of really cool prizes to give out.

So to give some guidance on what people can prepare for the event, I wanted to put this info out there.

Where: Drawbridge Games (4146 Library Rd Suite C, Pittsburgh, PA 15234)

When: The store will open early on Saturday December 16th and run the full day. There will be breaks for food and just to marvel at the spectacle.

What: The battle will consist of a simultaneous Chaos assault on five planets at he same time. Each planet has a site of great warp resonance, and if they can capture them and conduct the right ritual, then the gates of the Warp will truly open and pour forth hell into realspace. And while humanity is the bastion that fights back the Warp most often, this time Abaddon’s plans try to sidestep them–and have located the conjunction across a variety of Xenos-held worlds in a sub-sector alongside their usual Imperial foes. This has been forseen by the Aeldari farseers, who were forced to put in motion a variety of unsavory events that would provide enough defenders for each world–even if some of those defenders would happily destroy or enslave the Eldar if they had a chance.

Chaos forces will be led by Daemons, but include Chaos Space Marines, Death Guard, Thousand Sons, World Eaters, Chaos Knights, Adeptus Mechanicus (Dark Mechanicum), Astra Militarium (Chaos Renegades), and Genestealer Cult forces. If the sides balance, then unwitting Imperial forces might end up on the side of Chaos in their drive to purge the Xenos.

The Non-Chaos forces will defend five total planets. Groups of defenders will be arranged, and they will be split by type of Xenos forces, and also include at least one Imperial Planet as well. The following can ally with each other on various tables: Aeldari, Drukhari, T’au Empire, and Leagues of Votann. Leagues of Votann and Imperials can ally as well. Any Necrons or Orks will have to be their own planet.

If Chaos can conduct their ritual on three or more worlds, they win and usher forth a new era of destruction. If they can only do the ritual on two (or fewer) worlds, then the rag-tag Xenos-coordinated defenses will triumph… for the moment.

Who: Players should rsvp with me in advance to be added to the list. We’ve chosen this story to hopefully get the most variety of faction possibilities while still making it one fluff story. We’ll have sides roughly even by points, so even if you have a single HQ and unit, you’re welcome to join into the mix.

This is a rough list (subject to change) of who has RSVP’d for each side so far, with rough aspirational painting goals of points for the event. Here’s the Xenos side:

Player	Faction	Aspirational Points
Steve	Aeldari	TBD
Sean	T’au Empire	5,400
Chris	T’au Empire	3,600
Gwen	Aeldari	4,000
Nick Prime	Aeldari	600-800
Amos	Aeldari	TBD
Michael	Votann and Orks	TBD
Mike	Imperials	2,000
Andrew	Imperials	1,600

Points are still being calculated by folks, and we won’t nail things down till after TANKS-giving in November. Here’s the All Things Chaos side:

Player	Faction	Aspirational Points
Enrico	World Eaters and Daemons	TBD
Ray	Word Bearers, Daemons, Chaos Knights	TBD
Tom	Death Guard	TBD
Justin	Daemons, Chaos Knights	TBD
Dave F.	Chaos Knights	4,000
Rafiq	Daemons	TBD
Cody	Death Guard	1,000-1,500
Nick	Chaos Space Marines and Genestealer Cult	TBD
Alex	Alpha Legion	TBD

Why: Well, for the fun. And door prizes. And to be part of a great big end-of-the-year mega battle at Drawbridge games.

Painting Update

I got in one practice game lately with my Aeldari and one with some Adeptus Mechanicus models (as I finally broke down and painted a bit of non-Eldar). Normally I’d do battle reports but figured I’d post all the painting progress here just to get it up and listed on the blog.

Five new Genestealer Cult Abberants, and an Ironstrider Balistarii with some genestealer cult influences for my Cult of the Four-Armed Omnissiah that I want to eventually flesh out.

Painted up my first Phoenix Lord, Maugan Ra. Was a fun model to work on. Different than a lot of other Aeldari.

And a Falcon in my simple Saim Hann color scheme. I’m pleased with how it turned out. Future grav vehicles will have a few white stripes, but wanted to make the first one just straightforward for each tank type.

Army Painted Totals

40k Aeldari (Primarily Drukhari but also Asuryani, Ynnari, and Harlequins): 4,450 points in 10th edition

Aeronautica Imperialis Aeldari: 373 points

Battletech Draconis Combine: Commando, Panther

Battletech Clan Jade Falcon: Timber Wolf, Mongrel, Adder, Dire Wolf, Elementals (x1), Locust

Cult of the Four-Armed Omnissiah: 1,920 points in 10th edition

Played my last games of 9th edition versus Zack’s Space Wolves, and first two games of 10th edition against Mark’s Necrons and Ray’s Tyranids. All three were Crusade games while I was toying around with Drukhari and Ynnari (Aeldari). I think I’m going to refocus on another force for a bit after seeing how the start to 10th edition is going, so no story updates sadly–but a few pictures from the games and a painting update!

Drukhari vs Space Wolves!

Tried a massed infantry force which was a lot of fun.

Look at those great Space Wolves!

Next game was vs Necrons. First of 10th edition. Again, trying the massed foot soldiers approach to Drukhari.

Necron Warriors are a slog.

Great-looking clash with cool Necron conversions.

Third game was vs Tyranids. The Wraithknight with Farseer supporting it is as ridiculous as everyone is saying. Deleted whole units with mortal wounds (got one lucky roll where I did 6d6 mortal wounds to a unit… poof).

Yvraine did not have what it took to stand up to a Broodlord.

Painting Progress

I’ve painted so much lately I’m going to just do a whirlwind review of it all to simply get it posted! First up, my eldritch horror Court of the Archon:

Beastmaster beasts

Extra Kabalite Warriors (and one Wrack) to complete weapons options for existing squads:

Progress on the Phantom Titan:

Chronos Pain Engine:

Farseer:

Test Dark Reaper:

And Panther for Battletech:

Army Painted Totals

40k Aeldari (Primarily Drukhari but also Asuryani, Ynnari, and Harlequins): 4,180 points in 10th edition

Aeronautica Imperialis Aeldari: 373 points

Battletech Draconis Combine: Commando, Panther

Battletech Clan Jade Falcon: Timber Wolf, Mongrel, Adder, Dire Wolf, Elementals (x1), Locust

Another set of games in our ongoing campaign, which now has moved out of the Boarding Actions phase as some of the forces on the space hulk spread out onto the nearby planet surface (players could choose to keep competing for the Hulk or move to the planet). I got in two games to represent the initial clashes as my forces expanded out into the surface of the planet–great games vs Dave’s Ultramarines and Gwen’s Aeldari (who have a cool Metroid-inspired color scheme). For game #7 I took an all-Drukhari list as for the start of 10th as I’m not sure if Ynnari will be a thing, so wanted to get ready for running just one of them in case. Our campaign organizers indicated we’ll get a sort of reset then (the full faction reveal comes in two days after this post for both Aeldari and Drukhari!).

Above is the initial map of where the different forces started their control of the planet and who remained on the hulk. Given that I run lava bases, I had to go for the equator of the planet where there is the lava flows, hah!

Game Six: Yncarne Uncontrolled

The Sergeant’s helmet vox chirped with confirmation as his heads-up display showed the initial markers of the Aeldari attack force that approached the Ultramarines’ positions. A scout walker led the way, its long legs somehow gracefully picking their way thru the ruined streets. The Seargent hated the xenos war machine for its sheer existence, and even the marvel of its technical achievement in motion could not balance out his revulsion.

The firefight began with a surge from the Aeldari forces, which the Ultramarines weathered at first. The raw firepower kept some units buttoned up in cover to keep the tactical edge for returning fire, but some saw immediate attack. A squad of Aeldari dressed in different finery than the others shot up a terminator squad before charging in–the leader carried some manner of cursed sword which slew one of the brothers outright. However, the sturdy terminators returned the favor by eliminating the remainder of the squad.

However, the speed of the Aeldari was proving effective in severing groups of battle brothers from each other, to be beaten down from successive attacks. Even the stalwart lieutenant fell amidst the attacks of a giant construct and some blade-wielding elves who struck him from both sides.

Worse yet, there was a strange force that kept materializing and attacking in a whirl of energy. The Sergeant growled: some manner of daemon was supporting the elves’ attack. What new mode of devilry and heresy was this?!?! The great enemy and the xenos collaborating? He had his squad train their bolters on the creature and unload a salvo. It had cut through a number of squads already, and his was the last remaining.

The Sergeant kept firing as the rest of his squad was annihilated by the creature’s whirling blades and streaks of foul sorcerous energy. He drew his combat knife and without hesitation leapt into the creature slicing best he could. The thing had taken enough damage to kill a space marine ten times over–including multiple assault cannons that tore chunks of its corporeal form away. And it continued to fight… until the Sergeant struck. His combat knife hit the glowing green gem on the thing’s leg dead on, and with the raw force of a Space Marine’s strength, the gem shattered. With a whoosh of energy, the daemon coiled back into whatever warp-hell it spawned from.

The other Aeldari forces were rapidly solidifying ground, and the Sergeant was left entirely alone. He dashed into cover and took stock of his ammo. Was it time to return to base, or time to strike in vengeance for his fallen brethren? In a moment he decided, and dashed from cover…

Game Seven: Embrace the Dark

“Working with the Ynnari is such a dreadful bore…” Archon Yraleath the Calcimineer said out loud, the words falling on his silent bodyguard of Incubi. “Our kin, so united in their cause of death… so serious, I can barely stand it.” Yraleath had joined the raid Yvraine engineered in order to gain a bit of esteem back in the Commorragh, but that exchange was rapidly seeming less desirable as they had become stuck on this Kaela Mensha Khaine-forsaken planet. “Perhaps I could have some fun while Yvraine is occupied,” he mused. And like always, the plan formed almost instantly… why not have a bit of sport and get a few choice slaves for the market back home before slipping back through a webway gate to be done with all this nonsense?

The Craftworld of Fenn’Dara had contributed a sizeable contingent to the leadership of Yvraine to fulfill an obligation they had to another Craftworld. The seers had seen this plan one that would bring success, regardless of whether the Autarchs believed in Yvraine’s claims of the rising death god. Their hearty Guardians and speeding jet bikes were busy covering a sector on the far side of the planet, while Yvraine’s contingent had massed on the near side of the planet. But something was amiss–as their troops fanned out they realized that their communications beyond local were not working. The Farseer that commanded the contingent quickly turned her mind to the fates, and the rune of betrayal burned bright.

Over the communications channel came a newly-familiar voice… that of one of their Drukhari kin that Yvraine tolerated. “Well Craftworlders… it’s been swell, but the swelling has gone down,” cooed the Archon. “I think it’s time we depart, and perhaps we can take a few of you with us.” The Farseer looked around… there was only a Venom and a Ravager nearby, how could that possibly threaten her war host?

Suddenly from behind some ruins, a group of the skyboard-riding Hellions surged forward and struck at at a unit of Scouts, eliminating three and wrapping the other two in nets and barbed hooks to carry them off. The Aeldari raced to respond, converging on the point where the Hellions struck. The Farseer tried to shout a warning–this must be a trap.

The Hellions scattered in the face of the massed fire the Windriders produced. Just as the Aeldari converged to where they had been, a near-imperceptible whine from above sounded as a Voidraven Bomber streaked across the battlefield. It dropped its bomb payload, the darklight explosion consuming a number of Banshees and Corsairs alike.

Winged warriors descended, not the serene Swooping Hawks but the dark city’s grotesque mockeries called Scourges. Three different units of them descended and began unloading their weapons from all sides. The Ravager raced forward, exchanging shots with the Wave Serpent desperately trying to unload its complement of Dire Avengers to the battlefield.

The Archon’s own bodyguard of Incubi finished off a group of Windriders, only to run into the Dire Avengers and face their volleys of ferocious shuriken fire. The Avengers shored up a defensive position, but it was too little too late.

The Farseer launched a cascade of psychic energy into one squad of Scourges, only to have another set of the winged abominations pounce upon him. She was lucky that this group was armed with haywire weapons, which burst on her bike but didn’t manage to finish her off. She dashed away, accompanied by the scant few Windriders and Corsairs that remained.

Archon Yraleath took stock of his situation as the pilot of his Venom pulled up the coordinates for the webway they were going to utilize. Six prisoners bound and chained, and a whole stretch of kin blood scrawled across the ground. “Good luck with your quest Yvraine” he thought. “But I’m headed home.”

Painting Progress

I’m still going back-and-forth with Aeldari and Drukhari models, as the new edition of the game is drawing near and I’m intrigued to see how each faction shakes out (and whether Ynnari will still be a thing to blend the two together). Speaking of Ynnari, first thing is that I finished up is the Yncarne.

Second I got another unit of Drukhari Scourges completed, this time with bat-like wings rather than the eagle wings my other units have.

I also painted up a couple of Battletech minis for a campaign. One is a Draconis Combine Commando in the colors of the 15th Alshain Avengers (light grey with what I see as a slight lavender tone), the other a Locust scout mech in Star League colors with a flash of Jade Falcon, like an old-service mech used in home defense or scouting by the clan.

Pretty productive painting progress overall.

Army Painted Totals

40k Aeldari (Primarily Drukhari but also Asuryani, Ynnari, and Harlequins): 218 PL / 4,290 points

Aeronautica Imperialis Aeldari: 373 points

Battletech Draconis Combine: Commando

Battletech Clan Jade Falcon: Timber Wolf, Mongrel, Adder, Dire Wolf, Elementals (x1), Locust

Campaign boarding actions continue, these two weeks versus Enrico, Dave, and Michael. My Ynnari force expanded from last week, grabbing more of the Generator Cluster on the space hulk. The race is on to grab the last portions before it crashes into the planet and spills out into a broader territories game (we think that’s the plan of the amazing Justin and Sean who are running the show).

Also a note: normally Walkers are not allowed in Boarding Actions, but our campaign rules included them to allow people who wanted the icon boarding action Dreadnaught crashing through bulkheads to be able to run them. My first of these three games (my one loss so far in the campaign) I decided to field a Wraithlord just to see. And I saw that while it was funny, I vastly preferred more troops for objective-seeking.

Anyhow, without further ado the write-ups of my latest games. Huge thanks to my opponents Enrico, Dave, and Michael (in order) as each of these were super-enjoyable challenges.

Game Three: Cramped Spaces

“Cut. Maim. Tear.” Aleksandr whispered to himself over and over as his heavy greaves thudded across the decking making the distinct “clunk” of the auto-maglocks at work. “Maim. Tear. Cut.” His helmet’s auto-senses included the dim outlines of enemy targets at the far end of long access halls. The optic tech was old and battered, but it worked enough to identify shapes. Something in Aleksandr’s mind thought “space elves”, but he only continued muttering… “Tear. Maim. Cut.”

Two groups of his brethren World Eaters, along with Chaos Spawn, were cutting their way through the bulkheads in two parallel paths. A group of lithe elves attempted to hold a door shut to delay them, only to have it torn off its hinges by a squad sergeant’s empty, blood-stained hands. Even though the elves’ rapid strikes managed to fell the first warrior through the door, the raw force of the following marines dismembered them. Little room to dodge in such close confines, which left the elves at a disadvantage.

“Cut. Maim. Tear.” Aleksandr uttered again. He and his squad raced forward along the junction lines, heedless of a few bolts of fire that streaked from the darkness ahead. Suddenly, the opening at the far end of an access junction was filled by an enormous form. The elves had brought some manner of dreadnaught of their own onto the ship. It was stooped over and moved slowly, but the two massive laser cannons it wielded began sending crackling beams of illuminating energy at his squad, cooking two members of the other squad into nothing more than ashes. “Maim! Tear! Cut!” he roared, and thumbed the control for his chainaxe as he rushed forward. For all the menace of the crackling power fists of the elf dreadnaught, in that constrained space it never got a chance to swing them. Aleksandr’s axe tore open slice after slice of whatever material it was made of, which along with the blows of his mates dispatched it in short order. Panting with the exertion, he gasped “Tear… Maim… Cut…”

One of the elf witches appeared from a corridor, surrounded by shrouded elves with long laser rifles. Aleksandr could tell it was a witch from the sudden crackle feeling of psychic energy, which enraged him further. “Cut! Maim! Tear!” he bellowed. His onrushing squad would be at the witch in moments, and it must have started the abomination because the witch drew an enormous burst of power and directed it into his squad. Two of Aleksandr’s mates stumbled and fell, their vital signs on his display dropping to flatline. “Maim! Tear! Cut!” he shrieked. But the power the witch discharged was evidently rushed or too much for its own resilience, because with an echoing wet “bampf” the vile creature’s head exploded from its own energy. The explosion was so powerful that the eyes burst out of four of the five shrouded warriors right behind him, their light forms crumpling down onto each other. Even the remaining one’s mono-molecular tripwire couldn’t save him from Aleksandr’s charge and swinging chainaxe. With a single swipe and a gravely shout of “Tear! Cut! Maim!” the last of the elves were dead. This section of the ship was cleared.

Aleksandr toggled his sensor suite to a wider sweep. There had to be more enemies around. “Cut. Tear. Maim.” echoed in his vox as he stalked deeper into the halls of the hulk.

Game Four: Elf in the Machine

Landsyrr followed his Klaivex through the hallways, keen to the sound of grating machinery coming from all sides. The Space Hulk was simply deafening to his ears, but then much of the the sounds of his life in the past three hundred years had been the silence of the Shrine of the Coiled Blade. While some Incubi shrines were rife with competition, with thronging supplicants, or with the screams of sacrifice, theirs had been one of martial training in near silence–only the occasional bargaining with an Archon to use their services saw words echoing the halls. At least until the Visarch–servant of Yvraine–took over, and devoted the shrine to the cause of the Ynnari.

Since then, Landsyrr and the others in his shrine had followed Yvraine, including this newest endeavor to extract some sort of gain from scourging foes from the decks of this massive Space Hulk. Landsyrr was impressed by her. Such a mystery. So many things at once. Both a herald of death incarnate, striking down foes with her mind or her rainbow-hued power blade. And yet she had that side of the Asuryani kin with odd tenderness at moments, something that was somehow alien to Landsyrr. He saw her once bend down over a fallen Wych gladiatrix who had foolheartedly tried to hold a bulkhead door shut from a raging Space Marine, and issue the softest of kisses on the fallen warrior’s forehead before gently closing her eyes. Landsyrr wondered yet again why he was following this woman in this mad attempt to save their race.

Perhaps it was the chance to strike down so many foes. Their current engagement was against a group of Necrons–such ancient foes. The Space Hulk carried some sort of prize worth fighting for, as all sorts of races found themselves vying for control of the damnable things. Landsyrr’s squad sighted a strange floating Necron surrounded by their strange scarab servitors and charged into their midst. The Necron seemed to be some manner of scientist, as it cocked its head to examine them as a phase shift field went off, protecting him from the first of their strikes.

With a sound like metal scraping across the deck, the thing spoke. “You are in error, no? Records show your heraldry–sub-category reference: “shrine”–to be incongruous to that of the others with you. Yes?” Even as their slicing blades cut through the remaining scarabs and severed the thing’s limbs, it seemed more invested in asking its question than defending itself. After a couple more blows, the light from the Necron’s single cyclopean eye grew suddenly dull.

Landsyrr watched as Yvraine stalked the deck of the ship past their unit. Her blade nearly sang with the speed of cuts it made through the foes. At one point she deftly sliced the hinges on a portal, and the cut down each of the Necron warrior caste enemies that had been waiting behind it.

Yet in his mind, Landsyrr kept again and again turning the phrase that the monocular Necron leader had uttered. These Ynnari, the bulk of them Craftworlders… the Incubi, the Wyches, and the other denizens of the Commorragh were not so much like them. This alien machine could see the categorical difference. Why could Landsyrr and the other Incubi not see that. What was it about Yvraine that made her different? Made her the bridge? Was it simply Vect’s endorsement?

Regardless, there were more machines to dispatch. So dispatch they did.

Game Five: Hero in the Hallways

Narunn the Lucky, Einhyr Champion, had the knack for salvage. The Space Hulk “Dolorous Tidings” was his target, and as his team breached into the hallways Narunn could literally smell the promise of materials to be extracted and absconded-with amidst the various forces vying for control of the massive conglomeration of ships. After moving through a few decks, his vox buzzed from his team member carrying the auspex scanner. “Closest sentient macrofauna are on this deck, moving toward us… by their weapons and uniform energy frequencies they are.. elves.” Naurnn could hear the audible spit noise the operator made after muttering that final word.

While Narunn ordered close drill and careful advances, the elves came pouring out of the dimly lit hallways and right into the midst of his Hearthguard forces. While their armor turned aside much of the elves’ precision shooting and vicious melee attacks, slowly casualties started to accumulate. Strange acrobatic elf warriors with whirling blades danced along their lines, while a wave of blue-armored warriors poured shuriken fire into the midst of them. Each time the warriors were eventually repulsed, but eventually only a single Hearthguard remained in the “Aurachs” squad that was sweeping the far side of the ruins, and only Narunn remained on the near side.

Striding forth from amidst the multitudes of elven warriors came a clear leader–a woman in what elves must count as fancy clothing, bearing a sword that shimmered with the colors of the rainbow. She started with a psychic assault which felt like voices shouting at top volume in his head. Lightning-fast she darted forward and followed the disorienting psychic manifestation with a flurry of rainbow slices. While one scored a hit slicing his leg, Narunn’s armor power field repelled the remainder. The elf-queen seemed taken aback for a moment, having thought her blade would surely fell him. “We’re made of stronger stuff than that, elf harlot” thought Narunn as he swung his powered hammer forward. It connected with her midsection, sending her sprawling. She barely survived it, but it was clear that something broke inside her as she began coughing up blood. She shouted something in her foul tongue–which was echoed by a hiss from her strange cat-like companion–and then retreated into the darkness. “Lick your wounds or succumb to them in the dark” Narunn cursed as she left.

Narunn rampaged forward into the elf forces, who were left reeling with the complete and sudden dispatching of their leader–apparently she was revered amongst her people. Finishing off one squad of elf warriors with his hammer, and ending the stragglers of another with his pistol, Narunn found a central maintenance hatch. His own scanner did a quick translation of the runes–and he knew that good salvage was simply a deck down. He keyed in the location on his transponder to summon labor robots for the extraction to his own ship. The elves were swarming everywhere on this deck, clearly controlling the space. But he had bought enough time to grab some goods and escape. Sad to lose warriors, doubly-so to flower-pickin’ elves. But at least he could eke out some salvage.

The elves mounted one last attack on his position, led by yet another psychic threat–a conclave of their seers. Their blades and psychic assault was just not enough to stop him, and he struck them down as easily as he did their leader. It seemed their more numerous remaining warriors were fine simply controlling the entire deck beyond his locale, giving Narunn a wide berth.

After a tense 35 minutes expecting further attacks–and some holes cut in an exterior bulkhead–Narunn was finally back on his own ship, reviewing what he had acquired in the costly raid. Three large matching crates of goods. Opening them he found deeply disappointing contents. A shipment of uniform patches and fancy berets for some long-lost human guardsman regiment. “Damnation” he swore. He made a mental note to himself, a grudge of sorts. If the rainbow-sword elf-queen survived, and he meet her or her red-uniformed elf ilk again, he would spare nothing to repay this slight in full to her ten-fold.

Painting Progress

Lots of painting, not in terms of models but certainly in surface area! I finished a Wraithlord which I was quite proud of.

Which led me to break out and finish up a Wraithknight as well–the largest of the plastic kits for the Aledari. I’m really pleased with the pilot screen and the gem on it.

More painting to go, as we next land on the planet in the campaign (as lots of people are playing so spaces on the crashing hulk were captured fast–a great problem to have!).

Army Painted Totals

40k Aeldari (Primarily Drukhari but also Asuryani, Ynnari, and Harlequins): 198 PL / 3,935 points

Aeronautica Imperialis Aeldari: 373 points

Battletech Clan Jade Falcon: Timber Wolf, Mongrel, Adder, Dire Wolf, Elementals (x1)