Crusade Campaign- The Denian Guard (Astra Milatarum)

For the Emperor!

Col. Erwin scrutinised the data-slate the Inquisitors acolyte had handed him, knowing all too well it was unwise to offer any unsolicited opinion in the Inquisitors presence. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long, Inquisitor Julius, who’s reputation for bluntness was legendary, was clearly in no mood to stand on ceremony.
“That damned tech-priest Cawl has been dabbling with Xenos tech-heresy Colonel! As you can see this is the latest in a long line of his reckless endeavours, meddling in the arcane technologies of the cursed Necrons. Has he so easily forgotten Cadia, his dangerous experiments with Blackstone will be our undoing”, barely constrained anger was clearly evident in Inquisitor Julius’s voice.

“I don’t disagree Inquisitor, it is certainly, ‘concerning’, although I make a point of not meddling in the affairs of the Adeptus Mechanicus; but if you don’t mind me asking, why have you summoned me here, what exactly would you have me and my men do about it?
Erwin had been more than a little perplexed as to why the Inquisition was interested in conscripting a battalion of the Imperium’s finest battle-hardened troops, when they had such significant ‘resources’ at their disposal, but any curiosity he may have initially had regarding the summons was rapidly dwindling, replaced by a creeping apprehension that he didn’t actually want to find out…
The Inquisitor didn’t answer straight away, pensively staring out into the void beyond his office window. “Let me speak plainly Colonel, I, that is ‘we’ want Cawl stopped, we want him brought to heel, brought here, to answer to the Inquisition.” That got Erwin’s attention, only his years on the parade ground enabling him to hide his surprise. “I see Inquisitor, and you believe that my Denian Guardsmen are most suited to performing this task for you, bringing Imperial justice to this heretic?”
The Inquisitor frowned, and looked out of the portal again, “Yes Colonel, that is precisely why I have summoned you here”. Erwin was more than a little irked by the reference to a summons, in theory, the Imperial Guard did not answer directly to the Inquisition, but he kept his tone painfully civil, he knew where he stood. “While I am flattered Sir, this is not, how can I put it, our usual line of work…”.
“Ah but you do not yet fully understand the task at hand Colonel,” Inquisitor Julius responded. “Your men have a certain ‘reputation’, the 322nd Denian Regiment has ever been a capable force, its insertion and extraction missions behind enemy lines are well known, and your battalion in particular has a penchant for the covert, often succeeding against seemingly insurmountable odds. While we could no doubt send in a Space Marine unit to perform this duty, Cawls actions have already attracted the attention of our battle brothers, not to mention numerous Xenos races in the locality, we have detected signatures from Tau, Necron and Eldar vessels converging on Veridian VII, so rather than enflame matters further I believe that a more ‘subtle’ approach is needed.
With growing apprehension, although he showed none of it outwardly, Erwin was beginning to realise why only he and his battalion of the 322nd Denian Regiment was being requisitioned and not the whole regiment. “In other words, you want a force that, among the madness of multiple invasions of this one planet, would slip in and out unnoticed because we’ll be too small to be a direct threat?” Erwin inquired.
Julius smiled, which sent shivers down Erwin’s spin. “Exactly Colonel, I’ve requisitioned you to slip past the numerous enemies there, find out what Cawl is doing, detain him and his lackies and return him here… alive”. Erwin frowned at the Inquisitor, processing what had just been said. However, the Inquisitor chose to dress it up, he and his men had just been recruited for a suicide mission. A suicide mission to disrupt the plans of a high-ranking Arch Magus he had never heard of, on a planet no-one knew of, for an Inquisitor who clearly had a personal vendetta against the Adeptus Mechanicus… and the day had started so well…
Whatever his misgivings about the mission, Erwin was abundantly aware that he was in no position to refuse, this was not a debate, it was an order. Steeling himself for what lay ahead, he responded. “Very well Inquisitor, I shall rally my men for this endeavour, and proceed with all haste and caution to Veridian VII. We will capture Explorator Delphan Gruss and his team, I promise you that, extract them and bring them to justice, and by the Emperor, we will defeat all comers who threaten our mission!” Saluting the Inquisitor, he turned smartly and marched out of the office, down to the bowls of the transport ship where his crack squad awaited, to inform them of the mission the Emperor’s most loyal agents had provided them. Back in the chamber Inquisitor Julius sighed and prayed to the Emperor that he was doing the right thing in taking on Arch-Magus Cawl and his plans, or at least finding out what the Adeptus Mechanicus were truly up to on Veridian VII.

Planet Fall
In a low orbit, stood in the main hanger of their drop ship the Xenos bane, surrounded by their tanks and munitions, Col. Erwin and his officers scanned the maps of Veridian VII. They had been debating the best place to land and construct their base of operations from which they could strike out, resupply and if needs be, hide out if the other forces, particularly the Adeptus Mechanicus, got wind of their mission.

“There” Erwin pointed on the display. “We can build our base of operations in this wooded valley”. The men looked at the display, it featured a steep, heavily wooded valley, surrounded by high, inaccessible peaks on three sides, bar the southern end which was approached through a narrow cut between boulder fields. “Sir”, it was Erwin’s trusted second in command, Cpt Stern. “With all due respect, is it wise to build a base in such an isolated spot? Our infantry may be able to traverse that route, but our tanks would have a nightmare trying to get back and forth, the logistics alone could cripple us and while the entrance is very defensible, we would be trapped if outnumbered”. This caused a stir amongst the other officers, who all clearly shared Sterns view but were reluctant to say as much. “Precisely” Erwin stated, not bothering to look away from the display to meet Stern’s perplexed expression. “It’s the most illogical base to build a base, with little infrastructure, poor chance of aerial support, logistically taxing, and questionably defensible. That is why it is the best place”. Stern’s face expressed his bafflement with this response; but Erwin, now looking at him with a degree of impatience rolled his eyes. “It’s the best place precisely because it isn’t, no-one in their right mind would believe any force would establish themselves in such a difficult position, the Mechanicus would never consider such a place even if it was the last possible location on the planet. The Tau would follow similar logic. While the marines would seek the ruined cities and derelict manufactoriums or would constantly be on the move. The Necron’s would no doubt cut straight to the point and attack the Mechanicus position and then turn their attention to the other factions. The Tyranids would be the only major issue, their ‘tactics’ if they have any are beyond our reckoning, but with our psykers, we should detect them before they launch an attack on us. If the dread enemy is here…” Erwin, Stern and all the men surrounding the display made the sign of the Aquila upon such a thought. “It is my hope that the traitor forces may simply ignore such a small force and go straight for greater threat in the larger Xenos forces and other Imperial factions”.
Captain Stern nodded, supressing his misgivings, he turned to his officers. “Right you lot, you heard the Colonel, once we arrive, our first objective is to secure this valley, Sergeant Rone!” A young man, no older then 23, saluted, “Sir!” awaiting Erwin’s command. “Once we land, take your squad and set up obs on the southern entrance to the valley, if a mouse dares to come through there I want to know about it! Understood?” Stern turned back to the map, but then shouted over his shoulder. “Oh and Rone”… “Yes, Sir?”… “When you’re done, mine the hell out of the route in, and map it out so our boys avoid getting caught out there, if we do get pinned down, I want our guests to have a nice warm welcome, you know the drill.” Rone marched smartly out, barking orders as he went.

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“Sergeant Cullen!” A second man stepped forward saluting sharply, an older man, probably in his mid 40’s, hair streaked with grey and battle scars from years of conflict covering his face, “Sir!”. “You will take your squad, and set up camp in the woods, and build a supply and munitions depot here, and find any local resources we can use, food and water and check out any of the nearby abandoned settlements, we may be here for some time.”
Finally; “Sergeant Burk!”. Another older soldier stood to attention, of a similar age to Cullen, with the build of a jungle fighter, but with less battle scars. “Sir!”. “Take your squad and scout outwards from the landing zone through the forest and over the mountains. Our scans reveal nothing we didn’t expect on the surface, so my bet is everyone’s been looking in the wrong place. If there is something here, it’s under our feet. Find any signs of the Mechanicus presence, but look for passages natural or man-made, I have a hunch they may lead us to what we’re looking for… Those are your orders”.
Erwin glanced at Stern who was still looking at the display map intensely. “Captain…Once we’ve landed, we’ll be on our own here, we will have no comms, limited supplies, minimal support and we’ll be facing forces well beyond our capabilities to take down in a straight fight. Even if we do everything right out there, there are a lot of powers at play and unknowns, I’ll be honest, we may not survive”
The reality of the situation was starkly apparent to both men, but they were seasoned veterans. Erwin sighed, “We have a job to do, find out what the Mechanicus are doing, capture a few of their senior staff and then get the hell out of dodge, the Inquisition can take it from there, and while we’re at it, if we can put some of those Xenos scum and our smug battle brothers in their place all the better!” Stern looked at Erwin, smiled and saluted his commanding officer. “For the Emperor!” a cheer arose from Stern and the other men as they prepared for the onslaught.

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Crusade Campaign- The Brothers of Medusa (Iron Hands)

Iron Captain Cavious Cordanus sat watching the terminal generate a huge amount of data. His warriors, the Brothers of Medusa had been positioned in space and told to hold by the Iron Council and be ready for action when required. This had been many months ago now and he was getting twitchy doing nothing. His warriors where a strong and loyal group and used the time well to train and continue to augment themselves to be the best they can be. Flesh is weak, and they all knew it. They would not allow themselves to be overcome by emotions, they would be ready at all times to do what the Emperor required.
The screen jumped to life…

Cavious turned in his seat and looked at Ironwrought Sirus, the Techmarine to the Brothers of Medusa. Sirus was deep in thought looking at the same information.

“It’s Aajz, the traitor is alive! roared Cavious, shock and rage written in equal measure across his scarred face. Sirus frowned, “The Raven Guard, they are a strong force in mind and body, do you truly believe what was said, what was supposedly done?”
Cavious glowered, “Have you forgotten Isstvan V so quickly brother? I for one have not, were it not for their weakness then, Ferrus Manus would not be lost to us! The flesh is weak, but I say all of Corax’s get are weaker, their seed is tainted, it would have been better were they all cut down that day. Aajz brings shame upon us all, I care not what purpose he asks for aid, I will hunt him down and end him, this I swear to the Emperor.”

Sirus was troubled, his Captain was allowing emotion to overrule his judgement, that was not the Iron Hands way, but he dared not gain say Cavious in this fell mood.
“Ready the men” said Cavious, as he turned to look out of the vessels window.
Sirus stood and marched quickly out of the room towards the docking bay. “The Emperor forgive us for what we are about to do…” he whispered, as Cavious continued to stare fixedly at the message.
Sirus knew the sergeants would be training down there. As he wandered onto the galley, he looked out proudly at the Brothers training. The chapter was so strong full of Primaris marines augmented to the highest standard all ready to fight. Dreadnought Ixeosis had been with the chapter for thousands of years and had recently been upgraded to a Redemptor model chassis. His battle urge and drive was intense yet his mind was still so strong. He stayed awake at all times and was never put in hibernation. His skills were too strong and tactical nuance too useful to not have him around.
Sirus bellowed out across the vast hall. “Brothers we have been called upon. A fellow Space Marine unit has gone rogue and we must stop them and destroy them, they bring shame upon our orders. Are we all ready?” A huge roar greeted him and the Brothers immediately stepped into action preparing their weapons. A buzz filled the star ship as a rumble took over every wall. Within minutes they were in hyperspace making their way to where they believed the traitors were…

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Crusade Campaign- The Thokt Dynasty (Necrons)

Ramtut looked down at his hands, the grey skin scarred, withered, and cracked, joints stiff and painful; hands ravaged by time, hands pitted by radiation, but his hands nonetheless, hands that could touch, feel, hurt; hands that told a story, his story…. Soon all that would be gone, his corporeal form lost to all but memory, burned away for ever in the cyclopean bio-furnace, replaced by cold, hard, immutable metal and circuitry.
He looked up, staring through his cold, blue eyes; unlike his body, they had yet to fail him, he could see what lay before him well enough and seeing his fate, for the first time he wondered at the wisdom of the course they had set out on. He shook his head, what was he thinking, even his eyes would soon be replaced, his vision augmented, enhanced beyond all biological capacity.
He looked around him now. Zarathusa, his old friend and ally, who had fought shoulder to shoulder with him across countless worlds, had already entered the chamber, as had all his people before him, he was the next, and the last; last of the Thokt Dynasty. Soon he would be summoned forward.
Doubt assailed him at the last, hollow fear sweeping him up, taking him back to a memory of his youth on his home world Meghoshta.
He was standing poised on the cliff edge, naked all but his loin cloth, shivering from cold, or was it fear, staring down at the cold, deep pool below him. He looked across at his friends, Zara foremost amongst them as ever, shouting encouragement – he took a deep breath, stepping forward into the void, falling, falling, air rushing past him, a roaring in his ears, still falling, breath catching in his throat as his body tensed for the impact. He hit the water hard, feet first, punching through the surface, plunging down into the ice cold beneath, down, down, into the dark, down until all sights, sounds and sensations were utterly gone. For a moment, he hung there, in space, his body shutting down, only his mind remained, his thoughts sharp and clear, and then he kicked, hard, was rising, up, up, towards the light…
He snapped back into the present, the heat of the furnace hitting him like a wave, the fumes enveloping him, the noise of the machines deafening him. Zara was gone, they were all gone now, no one to shout encouragement, no one to stem his fears, he stood there, alone. Would that be what it was like? he wondered, was it that easy, just let go, take the leap, plunge into the unknown and resurface made anew?

Ramtut shook his head, what foolish sentiment, after all they had been through, and what matter, there was no going back, nothing and no one to go back for… with a last breath through his own lungs, he stepped forward into the chamber….

Ramtut stood on the battlefield, surrounded by the bodies of his vanquished foes. He looked down at his hands. They were strong hands now, hands impervious to harm, free of any blemish or scar, free of pain. Hands capable of more than he could have ever dreamed, hands that could snatch an insect from the air, lift unimaginable weight, or crush armour, flesh and bone, hands capable of killing, hands steeped in blood…
A memory, starkly clear, perhaps a gift of his new mind, a memory of a time long past, a memory reaching back millennia beyond count…
He staggered out of the bio-transference chamber, falling to his knees, unused as he was to controlling his new body, bombarded with sensations from his newly heightened senses of sight, smell and hearing, but through the fog of confusion he knew something was wrong, terribly wrong. Looking up, the skies were ablaze with light, explosions ripped through the complex around him and debris rained down, metallic bodies littered the floor before him. The C’Tan, who had previously swooped in their ethereal forms above the transference chambers, were gone, either to combat the unknown attackers, or otherwise fled, he knew not which nor did he care.
Gathering himself, and focusing on the more immediate issue, he stood, shakily at first, but soon, mastering control of his metallic form, he strode forward, marvelling at how energised and powerful he felt, and yet dismayed at the loss of his corporeal form and revolted by the thought of what he had become; but such thoughts would have to wait.
Around him lay his people, the Thokt, once amongst the greatest and most influential of Necrontyr Dynasties. No longer, already diminished much by war and strife before the great transference, many more had now been lost in this attack; their new forms lying still, torn asunder, parts scattered across the complex before him, grief and shock assailing him, he looked up once more.

The attack was clearly being driven off now, explosions still lit the sky, but they were distant and more infrequent. Doubtless it had been orcastrated by one of the vassal races of the Old Ones, a desperate, last ditch attempt to curb the might of the Necron empire and their C’Tan masters before they asserted their full power through transference, but despite the damage done here, Ramtut knew they were too late, far too late….
As the memory faded, and the ravaged landscape before him came back into focus, Ramtut laughed inwardly, how naïve and foolish he had been then; of course his brethren had not been lost in the attack, far from it, in their new forms, damaged as they had been, they had simply phased out, their shattered bodies, minds still intact returning to the stasis-crypt in the planet below, where they would inexorably rise anew, to continue the fight; no longer a weak and short lived race, constrained by their bodies physical limitations, they were unstoppable now, they were immortal!
But Ramtut had learnt all too rapidly that the price the Necrontyr had paid for that immortality was high, far too high. For the C’Tan had deceived the Necrontyr. Remaining true to their word, the Necrons, as they had become, were indeed now impervious to nearly all harm, and even when utterly destroyed, still their consciousness remained, reborn in another body; but the bio-transference process came at a grave cost, purging them of so much of what had made them unique individuals in life, stripping them of their very souls. Only a few of the most strong-willed Necrontyr retained their intellect, personality and self-awareness at all, and even they were but shadows of their former selves. The Necrontyr were gone, but Ramtut soon came to realise that he had perhaps paid an even greater price…
Alone, or so he first thought, amongst his kind, he had retained his soul. Why he did not know, he could only surmise that it resulted from the interruption of the bio-transference process at a critical moment during the attack and the departure of the C’Tan to drive off the enemy. Whatever the cause, Ramtut was utterly alone, one soul-keeper grieving the loss of his entire race, and faced with an eternity of solitude.
With no hope for salvation, he threw himself into the war, to quench his pain and loss, he became the very symbol of all that it was to be Necron, striking fear into all before him. But through a chance meeting with Lord Rakszan, last of the fated Khansu Dynasty, Ramtut realised there were others like him, others who by some quirk of fate had retained their soul. They were few, very few from the billions that entered the forges but enough perhaps, enough for the hope of a new beginning. Together Ramtut and Rakszan vowed to dedicate themselves to seeking them out in secret.
They searched across the stars, where they found them, they recruited others to their cause and the search went on, undetected by their soulless brethren, the Clan leaders or their King. It took many thousands of our human years and they went into the great sleep with the other clans no nearer to salvation, waiting for the day when they could rise and change history.

Their plan was audacious beyond mortal reckoning, millennia in the making, an ambition so vast not even the Silent King in his wildest imaginings would have guessed Ramtut’s and Rakszan’s intentions…

They used conflict, actively sought it, when soulless Thokt Necrons fell in battle, and phased out, teleported to the stasis-crypts to be reborn, they used the opportunity to transfer the soul-keepers, the true Necrontyr as they were so called from across the clans into the new bodies; cleansing the soul dead Necron from existance and swelling the Thokt ranks with their allies. Thus, over Millennia, the Thokt Dynasty became something else, something more. Eventually, the entire Dynasty, diminished as it was, comprised true Necrontyr, no soul dead remained.
But Ramtut and Rakszan needed to cover their activities, so they created the myth of the Destroyer Cult, what better screen than a cult of insane, hate-fuelled harvesters of the living, obsessed with the eradication of all sentient beings, that threw themselves into battle with no regard for their own lives. None, even the Silent King himself, guessed the truth.
And yet, the final piece in the puzzle remained lost to Ramtut and his allies, and indeed the entire Necron race, lost but not forgotten. The Nexus, ancient hub of the vast Necron blackstone network, held the key to all, a shield against the forces of chaos, a weapon to turn against their own kind, and an archive of knowledge that would unlock the secrets of bio-trasference. One day, with a galaxy wiped clean of Necrons, shielded from the forces of Chaos, they would be free to rebuild, inhabit new bodies, start again…
As events unfolded in the 41st Millennium, in a remote system, on a long-abandoned plant, that day was now near, very near…

Sector: Segmentum Pacificus
System: Hyrakii Deeps
Planet: ‘Meghoshta’ [Crownworld]
Record: Meeting – Subject: [Unknown], Present: Lord (Rakszan) Khansu Dynasty, Lord (Ramtut Ra) Thokt Dynasty

Rakszan, Lord of the Khansu Dynasty, and last of his line, entered the Throne Room.
[Rakszan] – “So, my old friend, it is good to see you, but why call me here, here of all places; Szarekh trusts me little enough, for such a risk to our endeavours the news you bear must be great indeed?”
Ramtut stepped down from his throne, striding across the floor to greet his friend, grasping his forearm, in the custom of the ancient Necrontyr.
[Ramtut Ra] – “We have found it, Rakszan, we have found it at last!”
Lord Rakszan paused, tilting his head, inscrutable green eyes glowing in the gloom of the silent throne room, while Ramtut strode away, pacing the cavernous space impatiently.
[Rakszan] – “The Nexus, is it possible… you have identified its location?”
Ramtut nodded, ceasing his pacing, turning and opening his hand, enabling a holographic image of a solar system to float above his palm.
[Ramtut Ra] – “Indeed, we have found it at last! One of the few advantages of our immortality; to us my friend, nothing is lost for ever, but I confess I had begun to lose hope, and feared that the turmoils of the galaxy would overcome us all before we could reach our goal.”
Ramtut paused, staring into the hologram, a miniature solar system swirling before him, before casting it across the throne room, where it hovered in front of his friend.
[Ramtut Ra] – “It lies in an abandoned world, in a little travelled system of the Segmentum Obscurus. Truth be told, I cannot take the credit for its
finding, it was the humans, those they call the Mechanicus, that located it.
Long have they vied with us, scouring the galaxy in their hunger to secure Noctilith, and yet they lack the knowledge to master it, yet.
Rakszan sighed
[Rakszan] – “As did we my friend, as did we, though our enemies know it not….. The location of the Nexus was ever closely guarded during the War, and those who guarded it did not awaken from the Great Sleep”.

[Ramtut Ra} – “Yes, and no doubt the humans stumbled across it even now by mere happenstance. We have time, they cannot yet fully comprehend what they possess. The Nexus was so well guarded for a reason; it not only provides the means through which to control the Noctilith network and defy the forces of Chaos, it also housed the repository of our race’s knowledge, within its archives lies the knowledge we seek, the knowledge of bio-transference.
[Rakszan] – “If true, this is incredible news, news beyond all our hopes and dreams, but you are skipping to the end of the tale, tell me, how and when did you come to know of the human’s discovery?”
Ramtut laughed, shaking his head.
[Ramtut Ra] – “The how is easy enough, the human fools were ever too incautious, somehow they must have inadvertently activated the long dormant Nexus systems by entering the central node, the power surge across the Sector as the systems came back on line was huge, and unmistakable.”
[Rakszan] – “If that is the how, then the ‘when’ is ever more critical a question. A few foolish humans are easily dealt with, but such a surge will not have gone unnoticed by other races, they may not know its significance, but they are sure to investigate and ‘complicate’ matters considerably for us. What is our next move?”
Ramtut flicked his hand, and the hologram vanished, replaced by an image of a Necron Shroud Class Light Cruiser, docked and being provisioned.
[Ramtut Ra] – “I have already made it. I informed Szarekh of this discovery straight away.”
[Rakszan] – “What, you informed Szarekh?! Have you taken leave of your senses?”
Ramtut had anticipated his friend’s reaction; to inform their greatest enemy of such a discovery was admittedly, at least on the surface, madness; he smiled.
[Ramtut} – “Yes, of course. You of all people, who has hidden in the shadows for so long, should know how to play this game, we keep our friends close, but our enemies closer. Indeed, not only did I tell our so called Silent King of our discovery, I volunteered to dispatch a Thokt Raider party immediately to secure the location for the good of the Necron race. He agreed of course, why would he not, the Thokt and the Destroyer Cult have ever been his most loyal and fervent followers…” Ramtut bowed theatrically with this last statement.
Rakszan laughed aloud now,
[Rakszan] – “This is surely the greatest jest the galaxy has ever known, he was a trusting fool then, blinded by his hatred of the Old Ones, and our race paid dearly for that deceit at the hands of the C’Tan, and a fool it would seem he remains to this day. He suspects nothing still?
[Ramtut Ra] – “If he did suspect, I doubt very much I would be holding this conversation with you now my friend, naive he maybe, but he is without mercy when crossed…”
Rakszan nodded in heartfelt agreement, all to aware of the price those who challenge the Silent King could pay.
[Rakszan] – “At the last, his foolish trust will be his undoing, and with his demise, so will the Necrontyr finally rise again from the ashes of his defeat!”
[Ramtut Ra] – “Yes, our long labours, plots and schemes are at last coming to fruition, but we are not there yet, we must steel ourselves for the final push, if we are to win the day there is great need for haste, I will personally lead the Raider party, the Sekhem’s Shroud will depart for Veridian VII this very day!”
[Rakszan] – “What would you have me do?”
[Ramtut Ra] – “Ready our people, all of them, soon we will act, revealing plans millennia in the making, and when we do, none will anticipate our coming, nor stand in our way!”

So it came to pass in the 41st Millennium, that with infinite complacency borne from millennia of dominance, Szarekh, the Silent King, took his war across the galaxy, serene in his assurance of dominion over all beings, but quietly, in the shadows, ancient intellects equally vast, cool and unsympathetic, regarded his empire with envious eyes, and slowly and surely they drew their plans against him….

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Crusade Campaign- The Storm Crows (Raven Guard)

In the fateful battle for Talusa IV, the Ghoststalkers, the Raven Guard’s 3rd Company were almost broken by the Daemon Prince Kernax Voldorius and his forces of chaos. Few survived, and even fewer returned to tell a tale of horror and despair. Amongst them was the Ghoststalkers Shadow Captain, Vordin Krayn. Either from fear or cowardice, knowing the fate of those who fail in battle, he chose to place the blame for the defeat on his second in command, the young Lieutenant Aajz Solari. While this was far from true, Aajz and his battalion the Storm Crows, had in fact stood firm, holding back the inevitable tide, ensuring that retreat had not turned into a rout, no one could gain say Vordin’s account and Aajz doom was sealed.
So it was that Aajz was court martialled, and in accordance with the dictates of the Codex Astartes, sentenced to death for cowardice in the face of the enemy. His battalion would suffer little better, sentenced to ‘decimation’ as an example to the other battle companies. Such a terrible fate had only been inflicted upon an Adeptus Astartes Chapter but a few times in recorded history.

Unwilling to allow his brave and loyal Talon to face such an unjust fate, and in the hope that he could in time find a path to redemption for his battalion, Aajz fled the Raven Spire and Deliverance, with his close friend and mentor, Tech Marine and Master of the Raven Guard Forge, Korpheus. With Korpheus’s aid, they stole a Raven Guard Light Cruiser, Second Shadow, and cloaked in its Reflex Shield, the entire battalion vanished into the void.
The cost of Horus’ treachery at Istvaan IV still an open wound after millennia, the loss of an entire battalion, not least their Forge Master, was grievous indeed for the Raven Guard, who are slow to refill their ranks due to the care they must take to recruit as their gene-seed is far from stable. But none knew where Aajz and his Talon had gone, and too few could be spared to scour the vast and treacherous void to find them…

Aajz, Korpheus and their loyal Talon slipped through the screens of the Imperium, the Second Shadow crossing Segmentum Solar, to the very edge of the Great Rift and there they found sanctuary at last.
Millennia ago, Tech Priests of Adeptus Mechanicus found a strange ice moon orbiting a dead planet on the edge of what was then known space. The moon was unique, it exhibited massive tectonic activity, resulting from intense heat generated under its ice sheets, and yet had a core of solid rock and minerals. Its secret was the forces exerted upon its core resulting from a highly unusual orbit. Realising the potential for such a source of massive and sustainable energy, the Tech Priests built a Forge and Manufactorium in the moons stable core, accessible only through a surface base on one of the more stable ice sheets.

Korpheus, set to work rebuilding the base, its habs, hydroponics and workshops, reactivating its defence grid, and turning it into a strong redoubt, from which the Storm Crows could defend themselves and sally forth at need to continue the fight. Ever a reader of ancient histories, Korpheus named the ice moon, ‘Enceladus’, after the giant of old who fought the Gods and was buried alive underneath a mountain. It was a fitting name, for most of Enceladus’s surface was highly unstable, constantly shaken by huge quakes like the stirring of a giant, the quakes venting ice and rock in great clouds into space. Such violent activity, filling the surrounding void with ice crystals and silica also provided the perfect screen, rendering the Storm Crows new home undetectable to all but the strongest sensors.

Explorator Delphan Gruss actuated his auxiliary lights and gazed upwards, the powerful beams dancing off mighty columns, black as obsidian, before being swallowed by the cold, dry darkness far above.

Those who had built these vast halls and towering engines of unfathomable complexity were long gone, rank after rank of their machines standing sentinel in alcoves beyond count; other than the scuff of his boot in the dust of millennia, all was deathly silent.
“Send a message at once to the Arch Magus. It must be delivered at all costs. Tell him just this:
We have found it….
Go, now!”
As the servitor departed, Delphan stared pensively into the darkness; no, not quite darkness he reflected, there was light here, barely perceptible even with his augmented vision, but it was there, a brooding, pulsing luminescence, a pallid green glow emanating from the columns. There may not have been life here, but there was energy, power still, great power that could change everything, Delphan mused.
He was troubled though, Veridian VII was far into the Obscurus Segmentum, navigating the immaterium from here, even in short jumps with his most gifted psyker at the helm, was a perilous and lengthy undertaking, it would be long before that message arrived, if indeed it did at all, and even longer before help would come…

Aajz and his Talon rapidly made their presence felt in the segmentum, often swooping down on unsuspecting foes, appearing as if from nowhere to liberate besieged colonies, only to vanish as swiftly and inexplicably as they had come, such is the Raven Guard way. But no amount of victories in the Emperors name could set aside the disgrace they carried with them into every battle, nor quench the rage against the injustice that was inflicted upon them by their former Shadow Captain. That would take events beyond the reckoning of even Balsar Kurthuri himself. Three years into their exile, a single event set wheels in motion that would change their destiny irrevocably, and determine the fate of all sentient races across the universe…

Kayvaan Shrike, famed Master of Shadows, and by a twist of fate, former Shadow Captain of the Raven Guard’s 3rd Company, bore witness to Aajz’s punishment and while he knew not the truth behind Vordin’s lies at the time, he had taken a keen interest in the career of the young Lieutenant, knew there was more to the story and foresaw that he would play a part yet in the fate of his Chapter. It was Kayvaan then, knowing the strength of their friendship, who asked Korpheus to help Aajz escape Deliverance, to guide him and to keep a watch on him and his faithful Talon, lest they be needed.

The first thing the Storm Crows sentries new of his arrival, was when Kayvaan Shrike’s venerable Sokor Pattern Storm Bird, The Hood uncloaked above Moon Base Enceladus, landing thrusters roaring, and slammed onto the main landing pad, venting steam and blinding their sensors behind a cloud of ice.

A Storm Bird – fully void-capable orbital drop ship, assault lander, ground attack gunship and bomber, one-time bulwark of the Adeptus Astartes fleet, had not darkened the skies above a war zone since the Horus Heresy; for the Raven Guard to awaken such a leviathan from its slumber in the depths of the Armouries, need must have been great indeed.
It would have gone ill for both sides, had not Korpheus stayed the hand of the Storm Crows gunners, curious to see who and what the arrival of such a ship might portend. As he descended the ramp, all recognised the tall, lean figure of their Shadow Master, but Kayvaan had not come alone, he was flanked by his personal guard, hand picked veterans all.
Kayvaan would not speak of his mission to any but Aajz and Korpheus, and they were long in conference, but when they came down, there was new light in Aajz’s eyes, a threat and an opportunity beyond imagining had arisen from the depths of time and space, a chance at redemption for him and his loyal Talon, and perhaps for all mankind. The Emperor himself had need of a small force to investigate a lost world, but with all speed and in utmost secrecy. What better chapter to take on such a task than the enigmatic Raven Guard, and what better force than one that doesn’t exist…
They made their plans in secret. The Storm Crows entire battalion, including its full complement of men, land speeders, warsuits and dreadnoughts would easily be accommodated in the Hood’s vast holds. Accompanied by Kayvaan and his guard, for he deemed the matter of sufficient import that he would come in person, they would make all speed to Veridian VII, and insert a small strike force to investigate, safe in the knowledge that they had the backing of a full Talon in orbit should they encounter resistance from any quarter…

Prepare for the new Warhammer 40k Crusade Campaign coming soon to Dice & Bolter. More stories to followthe full collection can be found under the #tag 40k Crusade Campaign.

Small Room Night was Far From Small

Our monthly small room night too place this evening (18/11/21) and we were rammed. Every corner was full of so many different games. 40K Kill Team was in full swing with marines, nids, chaos and orks all battling for victory.

A wonderful looking game of Carnaval was also taking place with some stunning scenery depicting falling buildings and canals. Tempted me in that’s for sure with dangerous mists seeping through the streets.

Finally a board game joined the session in the form of Terraforming Mars. A resource management board game set on, surprise, Mars.

All in all a jam packed night of dice rolling which was so awesome to see.

Crusade Campaign Blackstone #2

CHAPTER 1: The Left Hand of Darkness

Planet: ‘Veridian VII’
Sector: Segmentum Obscurus

Gruss stared pensively up at the sparse white clouds scudding across the azure blue sky, carried on the swift sub-tropical winds from the planet’s equator far from where he now stood.
The first alert had sounded early yesterday. Of course, he couldn’t see them from the planet’s surface, couldn’t possibly glimpse them hanging silently in the void above, nor discern their intentions for that matter, but he knew they were there, and so he looked upward nonetheless.
Sighing, he returned his gaze to the grassy plain where his men had set up camp; the sensors didn’t lie, they had company, lots of it…

Turning to Transmech Inarius, Gruss asked:
[Gruss]: “So what do we have up there?”
[Inarius]: “Sir, we have detected multiple unidentified power signatures in orbit around Veridian VII”
[Gruss]: “Any friendlies?”
[Inarius]: “Hard to say sir, there are at least two that fit Imperium power bands, but one is cloaked, barely detectable; but for our superior sensors we wouldn’t know it was there at all.”
[Gruss]: “Hmm, reflex shields then, Gruss mussed, only our Raven Guard brothers use such technology, perhaps there is still hope…. and the other?”
[Inarius]: “It’s Imperium, certainly; not cloaked, but it’s odd, there’s no transponder signal, it’s running dark and won’t respond to our hails.”
Gruss frowned at that, caution was understandable, turning off a transponder relatively common in such circumstances, but why would an Imperial ship not respond to their encrypted hails?

[Gruss]: “What about the others?”
[Inarius]: “Sir, in the last 24 hours we have detected at least 5 other unidentified power signatures enter the Sector. They are all now in the planets Exosphere in stable orbit, Sir.
[Gruss]: “Any clues to their origin?”
[Inarius]: “They’re all Xenos Sir, at least one we believe to be Aeldari, that entered by a previously unknown warp gate on the far side of the dwarf moon, another is definitely Tau, not surprising, they have been pushing into this sector for some time. Neither are masking their signatures at least, but the others are, are as yet unknown sir…”
Gruss was silent for some time, still staring apprehensively into the blue sky, Veridian VII’s two sun’s shining brightly. All was peaceful, a former Imperium pioneer colony world, long abandoned in its remoteness and fear of chaos, its few settlements lay in crumbling ruins, but for the most part it’s land masses and oceans and the myriad wildlife they supported lay untouched, almost pristine.
Gruss wondered if its former residents had realised what lay beneath their feet if they would have fled all the sooner.

That peace would not last long now. The ships in orbit, friendly or hostile, had thus far not engaged each other and likely wouldn’t until they knew more. For now, content to occupy themselves scanning the surface, Gruss knew they would soon conclude that their strategy wouldn’t work and start deploying ground forces. Once that happened…
[Gruss]: “We’ve done all we can here Tilvius. After the initial surge, power levels have stabilised in the facility, indeed it appears to have activated its own dampening field, covering the entire complex as far as we can see, clearly an ancient defence mechanism. So, we can at least rest assured that if anyone seeks for it, they must needs find it as we did, the hard way, through searching; their sensors will be useless. That buys us some time.”
[Tilvius}: “What now Sir?”
What now indeed, thought Gruss, the situation was rapidly escalating.
[Gruss]: “We need to get back to the lander. For better or worse we have no way off this planet, and while the facility is concealed, the lander will be easily detectable and it holds all the data we have collected so far, we must secure it before others do.”
[Tilvius]: “But Sir, it’s two days march from here!”
[Gruss]: “I am well aware of that Tilvius, and I suspect we are already in a race to get there, so we must go, now! Inarius, keep hailing the friendlies on the secure channel, we’re going to need all the help we can get soon enough.”
Looking back at the entrance to the facility, cloaked in blackness, Secutor Varnak was finishing up his work:
[Gruss]: “Are all the sensors and charges in place Varnak?”
[Varnak]: “Yes Sir, if anyone does find this place, we’ll know about it and they will have a warm reception!”
[Gruss]: “Good work Varnak, let’s move out.”

As his small team mustered their equipment and readied to move out, as if in response to his dire warnings, a contrail was visible, entering the Stratosphere, streaking down to the planet’s surface. Whether it was friend or foe it wasn’t clear. Thankfully it was plotting a course for one of the planets other sub-continents, but others would follow, and soon; the race was on, and when the future of the galaxy was at stake, conflict was inevitable…

Written by Matt Brazier. Prepare for the new Warhammer 40k Crusade Campaign coming soon to Dice & Bolter. More stories to follow, the full collection can be found under the #tag 40k Crusade Campaign.

Crusade Campaign Blackstone #1


Explorator Flagship: ‘Quest for Knowledge’
Sector: Segmentum Pacificus
System: Terra Prime
Record: Meeting – Subject: [Redacted], Present: Arch Magus (Belisarius Cawl), Logis (Paladius), Explorator (Gruss)

[Cawl] – “I trust you both understand why I have called you here and what is at stake?”
The Arch Magus pressed on before either of his guests could respond.
“You well know the ancient law, taken at great pains from the Black Library. The Necrontyr were ever a fated race, but at the height of their power, unrivalled across the galaxy, they mastered many high arts, not least among them, the ability to manipulate ‘Noctilith’, or in the common speech, Blackstone.”
While this was more of a statement than a question, ever keen to curry favour, Logis Paladius was quick to respond.

Space Hulk

[Paladius] – “Indeed I do Arch Magus, a most fascinating substance, our Explorator fleets continue to scour the galaxy, segmentum by segmentum, planet by planet to locate all known Blackstone sources and Xenos structures.”
[Cawl] – “Yes, yes Paladius, I am well aware of your ongoing endeavours, and while commendable and critical to our cause, do you truly understand it’s potential?”
Explorator Gruss, who had maintained his silence up till now, sat forward in his chair.
[Gruss] – “You know well that we do Belisarius, but I will play your game for now.
Although rare, we have found Blackstone columns in high concentrations on certain worlds, particularly those planets associated with the Necrontyr. It seems to possess the ability, under certain conditions, to nullify the psychic energies emanating from the immaterium, in effect creating an impenetrable barrier to the forces of chaos.”
[Paladius] – “I would agree, my Adepts have concluded that this was the purpose of the network of Blackstone columns the Necrontyr constructed across their former realm. There is no doubt now that they created this immense system after the War in Heaven to protect their Tomb Worlds from harm and decay over the millennia; a truly staggering achievement.”
Gruss stood and paced across the room, shaking his head.
[Gruss] – “Needless to say after Cadia, we also happen to know that in the wrong hands, it can be a fell weapon, equally capable of containing those energies and unleashing them with devastating force.”
[Cawl] – “Indeed Paladius, you are correct, and despite Explorator Gruss’s misgivings, its potential remains well… almost incalculable. Should we be able to rebuild and reactivate the network, we could close the great rift; without wishing to overstate things, we could restore balance to the entire galaxy, save mankind and indeed all sentient life as we know it. The Emperor would be….. grateful”.
Gruss frowned, this line of discussion was not new; he was tired, it had been a long journey and he was keen to understand where the Arch Magus was going with it, Cawl was not one prone to idle chatter…
Somewhat more testily than he had planned:
[Gruss] – “Fascinating as this discussion is, are we all not forgetting something here? Last I knew, neither we, nor in point of fact (as far as our intelligence tells us), the Necrons that have thus far awakened possess the knowledge necessary to rebuild and activate such a network! While I don’t deny its potential, we are no further forward in realising that than we were. I applaud Paladius’s dedication, he has identified more ancient column sites than we could have believed possible, but to what end, it’s a futile task…!”
The Arch Magus leant forward, smiling.

The Necrons prepare

[Cawl] – “Thank you Gruss, you can always be relied upon to cut straight to the heart of an issue. You are of course correct, or rather almost correct. It is true that we still lack the knowledge required to make use of these artefacts, but ‘futile’ Paladius’s efforts have not been.”
[Paladius] – “Thank you Arch Magus, I am relieved to see that at least someone appreciates the gargantuan effort my Adepts have gone to mapping the Xenos network. In point of fact we now think we have mapped what was once its full extent, and it is, or was, vast indeed; more remains intact than you might think.”
Gruss was losing patience with this game now.
[Gruss] – “I don’t wish to be rude Arch Magus….”
[Cawl] – “But you are going to be anyway my dear Delphan.” said Cowl, now outwardly amused by Gruss’s apparent exasperation.
[Gruss] – Sighing – “There is clearly a point you are attempting to get to, so please get to it, I have a ship to reprovision and a crew to look after.”
[Cawl] – “Very well, I will start with a question though. Paladius, ‘what is a network’?”
[Paladius] – “Erm, well Arch Magus, a network is, is a series of interconnected objects, that work together as a system.”
[Cawl] – “Indeed, and how does a system function?”
[Paladius] – “A, a system well, it erm, functions through a control mechanism.”
[Cawl] – “Yes Paladius, and where there is control, it must emanate from somewhere, yes?”
Gruss turned, suddenly grasping Cawl’s line of reasoning, clearly before Paladius.
[Gruss] – “Wait, you think there was a hub that controlled the entire network? That makes sense, yes, but we’re still little further along, we don’t know where it is, or do we…?”
Cawl was now beaming smugly

[Cawl] – “Yes, and no Delphan, or rather, ‘no and yes’ to be precise. No, we have not yet located the hub, although we are certain that it exists, a network of such size could not function otherwise; but yes, we do know how to find it!”
[Paladius] – “But how, we have scoured every planet that we have located Blackstone, none showed any sign of such a place?”
[Cawl] – “Ah, but you have located it, or rather your mapping has, helped by a degree of logic. Think Paladius, where would you place a control mechanism in your network?”
Gruss was already there, thoughts moving so rapidly at the implications he could barely speak.
[Gruss] – “At its centre, of course, you would place it at the centre of the network… and, and if we were to map enough data points, we could extrapolate and calculate where that was!”
Belisarius Cawl sat back, fingers pressed together, pausing to gauge the effect this revelation had on his audience.
[Cawl] – “Well done Gruss, you do understand…..”

Plans must be made


Explorator Delphan Gruss actuated his auxiliary lights and gazed upwards, the powerful beams dancing off mighty columns, black as obsidian, before being swallowed by the cold, dry darkness far above. Those who had built these vast halls and towering engines of unfathomable complexity were long gone, rank after rank of their machines standing sentinel in alcoves beyond count; other than the scuff of his boot in the dust of millennia, all was deathly silent.

“Send a message at once to the Arch Magus. It must be delivered at all costs. Tell him just this:

We have found it….

Go, now!”

Tech Priests prepare

As the servitor departed, Delphan stared pensively into the darkness; no, not quite darkness he reflected, there was light here, barely perceptible even with his augmented vision, but it was there, a brooding, pulsing luminescence, a pallid green glow emanating from the columns. There may not have been life here, but there was energy, power still, great power that could change everything, Delphan mused.

He was troubled though, Veridian VII was far into the Obscurus Segmentum, navigating the immaterium from here, even in short jumps with his most gifted psyker at the helm, was a perilous and lengthy undertaking, it would be long before that message arrived, if indeed it did at all, and even longer before help would come…

Sighing, Delphan shook off his doubts and fears and strode purposefully forward to where his small group of Adepts stood, some huddled in conference, others simply standing staring in awe at their surroundings. “By the Emperor, come on you lot, snap to it, we have much to do!”


The underground complex, for that is what it had proved to be, was vast, alien and old, very old indeed. Explorator Delphan Gruss and his small team had spent the last 48 hours mapping its complex tunnels, chambers and vaults, many lined with curious machines and workings of unknown purpose, carefully documenting all that they found. There remained much to explore, but he had now confirmed his initial suspicions regarding its purpose and function beyond any doubt, the potential of which was still hard to fully grasp. He would not share that knowledge with his team yet, in time, but for now they knew it was Necrontyr in origin, it was by no means the first such structure they had encountered, and that was enough, any more would only serve to worry them.

Their sensors had shown no rad levels that would indicate a living Necron presence, and despite its eerily alien nature, and a curious sense of foreboding, a persistent pressure at the back of his mind that he couldn’t place, Delphan and his small team had thus far encountered nothing untoward…

They now stood gazing through a doorway, at what they estimated to be the epicentre of the complex, a room, although its scale belied the description, circular in shape, with numerous entrances evenly spaced around its circumference. Arrayed around its centre were what appeared to be consoles, although what they controlled none save Delphan could guess. So lost in his thoughts was he, that the Explorator failed to notice his young Adept step forward curiously.

“No, do not enter the chamber…!” Delphan shouted, hands raised in warning, but he was far too late. Tech Adept Tilvius stepped across the threshold into the vast space beyond. Tilvius froze, turning slowly, apprehension written across his face, his breath misting in the cold, dry air as he looked wide eyed at his master. Seconds went by, ears straining for the slightest sound, nothing stirred…

Delphan’s shoulders relaxed, he let out a long breath he hadn’t realised he was holding and reached for his augury scanner. Nothing, no change – he swiped through its fields, motion, heat, radiation, light, gases, all checked out. He looked up, Tilvius hadn’t moved, no one had. “Okay, let’s all….”

The Necrons roll out

…a deep humming, more felt than heard, began, slowly at first, dust rising across the smooth floors, as the very chamber resonated with sound, rising in cadence it became a deafening roar. The very air vibrated, time seemed to stutter, and the darkness was suddenly banished, as blinding, lurid green light filled the chamber, washing over every surface, lines of power coursing through deep channels within the floors and walls, illuminating arcane script that writhed around the pillars, consoles blinking into life.

Delphan fell to his knees, all around him adepts and servitors were writhing in pain, clutching their heads, vainly trying to shut out the raging noise and searing light, their augmented sensors, overwhelmed by its sheer power, betraying them. Consciousness slipping away, Delphan tried to focus, remember his training, anything to stave off the blackness.

And then, as fast it is came, it was gone.

Silence returned, but for the groaning of his team around him, all was quiet. Gruss pushed himself upright, tentatively opening his eyes, he scanned the room. The darkness had been replaced by a dull green twilight, revealing the true scale of the place, dust motes filled the air, settling on every surface, screens formerly lifeless and dull flickered as script raced across them.

His team were all there, including Tilvius, dazed but all thankfully recovering. As he placed his palm on the stone floor, he rapidly withdrew it in shock, beneath the silence there was a new sensation, the floor, previously ice cold, was now warm to the touch, and he could feel a vibration, from deep beneath his feet. Something had awakened.  

Shaking his head and standing, Delphan walked across the chamber. Tilvius saw him coming, his apprehension plain to see. “What happened, I only stepped into the chamber beyond?” Delphan sighed, “If I am right, this is no simple chamber, as I guessed moments before you entered, this is, or was, the main control room for this, this… ‘facility’.”

“But, we’ve been exploring for days, what triggered that huge energy surge now?” Delphan pondered.… “I do not know my friend, I do not know, we understand so little still. If I was to guess, given the evidence of decay we have witnessed elsewhere, and the condition of this chamber, which looks untouched by the sands of time, that you passed through a kind of stasis field. In so doing you must have activated some sentinel system that has waited for millennia for its masters to return. What it will do now, for good or ill, we will see”.

Suddenly, his blood ran cold, the true implications of what his Adept had just said seeping into his still confused mind. Turning urgently to Tilvius, who though younger, was himself still recovering, Delphan said “Power surge, power surge, how wide spread was it, quickly now, check your sensors!”. Tilvius turned to his servitor, communicating silently through his neural link with the half-man, half-machine. “It was massive Explorator, the surge was massive, encompassing the entire complex, it, it was off the scale, our sensors were overloaded.”

“Emperor protect us” Delphan exclaimed, “No one could have missed that power surge, it would have been detectable right across the Sector, right across the Segmentum, perhaps even beyond. We have lit a beacon none can ignore, and the Omnissiah knows who, or what will respond. We must prepare…”

The Necron threat

Written by Matt Brazier. Prepare for the new Warhammer 40k Crusade Campaign coming soon to Dice & Bolter. More stories to follow, the full collection can be found under the #tag 40k Crusade Campaign.

Club Night 11th November 2021

What a busy night last night was. It was so awesome to see with Warhammer 40K taking centre stage.

There were also games of Blood Bowl, Badgers and Burrows and Malifaux along side the futuristic battles.

Busy busy busy

We obviously hoped we would get this busy when we started however it happened quicker than we could imagine. We are going to get permission to use the smaller room as and when required so we can expand when it’s busy.

The plan would be to use downstairs for the smaller systems and upstairs for the bigger games such as 40K or AOS if we needed too.

Thank you all once again for getting involved and helping us build this club. We’ve got some treats to show this expansion coming very soon to the club…. 😊

Update: we can hire downstairs as and when required which is a big win 😊

Newbie Nicole’s RPG Adventures in the Dungeons #1

So at the er grand age of 43 I took the plunge into DND, now I’m a total newbie in this, I tried Age of Sigmar, my god too much strategy for my poor brain!! Then I was introduced to Warhammer Roleplay, wow that was a moment let me just do this *chefs kiss perfection, I have so much fun playing that with my friends so when a new to Dungeons and Dragons session started up my little hand was straight up to join.

The party fights their first fight

I am so pleased I did, I’ve always loved fantasy stuff, from reading let’s be honest I started at David Eddings, I’m a devotee of Terry Pratchett and I actively encourage everyone to read Discworld and the under appreciated Hawke and Fisher series by Simon R Green, among many many others, to playing Dragon Age so much I practically know all the dialogue for all 3 games! So DnD was a natural progression.

My youngest son is very much into DnD and was the obvious person to go to to develop a character, so I went Tiefling I mean who doesn’t want to be a demon with horns and a tail!!??? Exactly! So that was sorted, (I made puppy eyes at Ian until he brought me a model).

Then session zero started which involved a lot of stats and sorting out things, like what colour hair will I have and oh yes I’m going to fire bolt the bejesus out of enemies. It was nice sorting all this out with other people who were newbies too and the group (I will chefs kiss again here) perfect!

We have another tiefling (yay sisters!!) a half elf ranger, who after the last game managed with the highest dexterity stats, to fall off a rope! A cleric who spends most of his time curing us, or toiling a bell of death on rats! They go pop! And a dragon born who makes pate out of most things! The team is great, I still have no idea which dice I’m throwing sometimes, but that’s ok. The team is set.

I will chronicle my adventures regularly as we delve deeper and deeper into the world.