Hey guys,
We had a lot of players last friday. A lot played Talisman, and Ryan and Wiley went head to head in a 40k Salamanders VS Ultramarines fight. I proxied an army of Orks and went against Pat Chua's Blood Angels force. The orks were really lucky, and I managed to pop both land raiders with lucky power klaw shots, but the day went to the Red Power Rangers with tear drops and wings as they eventually overpowered the orks in close combat. The highlight of the game was when a squad of orks (just 12 of them) were charged by the Sanguinor then killed him. It was amazing luck on my part that these lowly boyz killed their angel of death. XD Sorry Pat.
But of course, the main figure of me and my dad's attention that night was the one being fought on the dessert table, where Henri Tecson and Jay Morales were duking it out.
The Twin Tailed Comet has arrived. Last Friday, Jay and Henri played the first game of Warhammer Fantasy 8th Edition. Cannon fire and rifle bullets shot across the tabletop as both sides attempted to tear each other apart. Without needing to guess for range, war machines tore through ranks of both dwarf and man, leaving nothing but splattered gore and the smell of gunpowder.
With the new charge rules, dwarfs were seen charging 11-13 inches, reaching their targets and tearing the forces of the empire in close combat; and with the new close combat rules, the second ranks were able to support the front fighters, leading to more casualties and a faster game.
Miners were torn apart by Hellfire Volleys, while knights charged and harried the dwarven flank. This all happened as the Thane led the dwarfs through a killing field in the center, forcing the treacherous forces of the Empire to flee before the disturbingly graceful and speedy dwarven onslaught. The dwarfs had won the center, but the empire were advancing on the flanks.
By the last turn, both sides were worn out. Casualties were heavy on both sides. Ammunition was all but spent. It was a draw at least, and at most, a Pyrrhic victory.
Though the battle was over, its death cry was echoed the many wars to come.
The game has ended, the war, just beginning.
Orcs are amassing in the Badlands, calling together new WAAARGHs. The Dark Elves are preparing fleets to assail the old world, ready to strike a blow against their much envied kin. The Skaven have been seen bellow the streets of the Old World, bursting out of craftily hidden tunnels. The Vampire Counts are tearing the dead from their graves, eager to recruit more for the coming battles. The forces of the Dark Gods have gathered in the Chaos Wastes, eager to succeed where Archaon had failed.
Ogres march from their mountainous land, eating and pillaging all in their path for some food or coin. The Lich Priests have awoken their slumbering masters from their eternal sleep, bidding them to reclaim the land that is rightfully theirs.
The Kingdom of Bretonnia rides to war, with all the colors of their houses. The doors of the dwarven holds have swung open as the stoic dwarves march to battle. The Wood Elves begin to awaken their treefolk, for the former see the smoke in the sky and hear the call to war in the winds. In the Jungles of Lustria, the lizardmen commemorate the day of the Serpent Tongued Comet that marked their salvation in ages past, and steel themselves against the possibility that they might need their gods once again. The High Elf Mages warn their kin of the upcoming war. The Empire's nobles have ceased their petty squabbles upon the realization that they are surrounded.
This is the World of Warhammer, and the dawn of the eighth age.
See you all on the gaming tables.
-Lance
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