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Based in Victoria BC, we are a mixed group of dice-rolling gamers. As a group we try to encourage all types of interactive games and hobbies as an expressive way to enjoy ourselves.

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Saturday, November 26, 2011


Many weeks ago, the eldar of craftworld Apseraph investigated what seemed to be an abandoned chaos encampment. Aspect and grav tank deployment are standard when dealing with the Great Enemy.
Moments before the first signs of drop pods, the eldar converge in a defensive holding pattern. The sky begins to spit metal and the sounds of terran engines are heard.
Targets are acquired on both sides as the first shots are fired.
The Wolfram assault from two directions, attempting to split the eldar defensive.
The Dire Avengers' transport comes under fire, they prepare for emergency deployment.
The meltas find their way through the eldar fields, crippling the tank. Elsewhere, the farseer prepares his assault.
Summoning the Fortune monkey and Doomy, the seer-led shining spears bring death to the chaplain's squad.
While the guardians attempt to neutralize the scouts, the remaining grav tanks take aim at the terminators.
Combat is brutal to both units, and both sides hold out to the last man.
As the Dire Avengers assault the bike squadron, a second rolls on to the battlefield. They engage the farseer's squadron seeking revenge for their fallen chaplain.
Damaged, but undeterred, the grav tanks advance on the terminators. The falcon's payload still safe.
The farseer, now alone, charges in to silence the drop pod's weaponry. The marine bikes had nearly crippled the eldar line.
Once the last scout died, the guardians swung around to find a new target...
Triumphant, the fire dragons are delivered to the terminators. Melta and laser fire eliminate the heavy-armoured marines.
The guardians are set upon by the spider marines. The squadron is hacked to pieces by chainswords. The eldar won, but not by a large margin, they had barely survived the marine's cunning trap.
The eldar went on to fight some orks later that night.
Things didn't got well for them...
Until next round, be well.