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 Proving Grounds, Practice Battles
Holtor Flavian
Posted: Jan 27 2008, 11:12 PM


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A little test you need to pass before your first campaign. Post a battle report in the format I showed you in the how to campaign thread using info from any game you played in the past month and I will rate it. This will help me know how good at writing you are and give you advice, plus it will give you experiance. To people who havn't played before, imagine a game, write about that.
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Jedi1
Posted: Jan 27 2008, 11:21 PM


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Can I wait untill I have an amry to battle with?
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Holtor Flavian
Posted: Jan 27 2008, 11:23 PM


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sure but it could be good to get your fluff writing skills honed now... up to you.
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Jedi1
Posted: Jan 28 2008, 12:05 AM


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Well first I need to get around to righting my regiments fluff.
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doom_diver
Posted: Jan 28 2008, 12:43 AM


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So here is my battle report. This is what I used for the battle.

The RagTags.
TROOPS
Platoon 1. Junior Officer
4 lasguns 1 laspistol with chainsword.
40 Points

Infantry Squad 1. Dessert Dogs. 8 lasguns
1 gernade launcher 1 missle launcher =82 points

Infantry Squad 2. AutoMatons. 8 lasguns
1 Gernade Launcher, 1 Missle Launcher. = 82 points

Infantry Squad 3.The Peg Legs.
10 Lasguns. = 60 points

Infantry Squad 4. Doom Divers. Cadia.
10 lasguns. = 60 points

Platoon 2. Hell Destroyers.
Junior Officer. Melta Guns. 1 Chain Sword Laspistol
50 points

Infantry Squad. Beta
9 lasguns, Flamer = 66 points

Infantry Squad Delta
9 lasguns 1 AutoCannon. =75 points

Infantry Squad. Grey Patrol.
10 lasguns =69 points

Heavy Support. Lucks Tears.
3 Heavy Bolters = 80 points

Leamen Russ Battle Tank. Hells Fury Hull Mounted Heavy Bolter.
Side Sponsen Heavy Bolters =155 points

Fast Attack. Striker 7
Sentinel. 1 Lascannon =55 points

Rough Riders. Traillians
5 Hunting Lance = 55 points

Elite.
Veteran. 10 CC= 80 points

Doctrines Drop Troops, Veterans, Close Order Drill
Rough Riders.
Equal 999


My enemy of the day was a Ork Player.

So pretty much this was a canyon we played in. Many hills. And range was of the essence.

So I started the turn winning initative. So all I could do was make my slow advance. With my troopers ready to drop from the sky.

The orks started out just moving there waggh.

So anyways. I decided I would have to go for higher ground. If I didn't I was toast.
So my men started to climb up the mountain. Getting pretty high.

The Orks came in closer.

So anyways this turn was the turn I would have to start killing. So my missle Launchers attacked a battle wagon. It exploded. Killing 8 orks.

But that was my only kill. My leamen Russ fired. But that damn scatter made it miss. Heavy Boltors fired. all failed to wound. What are the odds.? So my turn ended.

Then the orks. Moved. Getting to damn close to my guardsmen. Shooting killed 8 Guardsmen from various squads. Making me take a Morale. But somehow I passed. rolleyes.gif

So now my revenge. My men dropped out of the sky. It was a beutiful site.
Now my Guardsmen had the orks trapped. My rough riders now counter charged the menace. My guardsmen killed 32 orks. and killed another battle wagon.
Very Very good shooting phase.

So anyways. The orks just charged my men. Traillains died. 32 guardsmen died and my Leamen Russ. I was screwed. The had 3 Warbikes coming towards the other half of my men.

So my Auto cannon teared up one only one of the Warbikes.
and my heavy bolters just shot t orks killing 2.
So things were looking pretty grim for my guard. So i sent the command Platoon fleeing. Seeing if the could get far away from the Orks.I was still winning in points I did not want to see that disappear.

Orks killed the first squad and was heading for command while the bikes commenced shooting at my men killing 3. I checked for Leadership and failed. So now I had a guardsmen squad fleeing.

Next turn i fired one last time at the bikes with my Auto Cannon. Killing them both.

My heavybolters refired at the orks killing 5.

Now. 43 Orks remained alive. a quarter of my army was alive. Last turn was frightening. My heavybolters was assualted by the orks and the command squad was assualted. One heavy bolter was left. and my Command was obliterated.

So we tallied up the points. and I won. Barely won. By about 60 points. It was a very good game.

James walked up to the surviving. A trooper spoke to him saying' We won we won. there fleeing'

' No no we have not won. We lost. There are more of them. But none of us'
There was no sunset that night.

How aboot this?
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Major of the LVIII
Posted: Jan 28 2008, 03:56 PM


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Give me a couple o'days, I'll have something on this post.
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Holtor Flavian
Posted: Jan 28 2008, 06:55 PM


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decent doom diver, but make it more like this.

SYSTEM: Gracia Secundus
PLANET: Secundus V
LEADER: Governor Militant Holtor
FORCE: Dorgasan 8th Regiment
GAME: Take and Hold
POINTS: 1000
RESULT: Victory

"Get up that hill dammit!" Screamed a sergeant to Holtor's left. Traitor Guard held a small mountain with a very valuble observation post on it, equiped with every kind of radar and listening device, it could scan a 21 square miles with extreme accuracy. Naturaly, it had to be taken from the heretical scum that controled it and put back into the Emperor's service. Holtor led the 1st Company to it and advanced towards the observation station, they encountered little resistance. Unfortunetly half way up they met resistance............

"Where is that fool Rarsen?!" Bellowed Holtor.
"Sir, I don't know, he seems to have disappeared." awnsered one of Holtor's junior officers.
"Oh, that happens all the time, people just DISAPEAR! Go FIND him you fool and tell him if he doesn't get his armour up here I will be using HIS body to fertalize my farms on Dorgasa!"
"Yes sir." The heritics evidently saw they couldn't stop a regiment with their meager forces and were attempting to destroy the observation platform. They were laying down heavy bolter fire that could shred a Space Marine in seconds. Holtor's men were lying on the ground with their faces covered waiting for the fire to stop. Holtor glared, never before did his men disapoint him by showing fear, and that would change now. He straigtened his cap, reloaded his laspistol and charged out from behind the boulder that had served as his cover.
"For Dorgasa! For Dorgasa you fools!" He charged up the hill, bolter shots tore up the ground around him, nothing touched him, his men followed close behind. The heritic's shots were not touching him, all the guns on the hill turned on him. Round after round whizzed over his head, from behind his men swore he was glowing white with the Emperor's blessing, or glowing white from the extreme heat of the rounds flying past him. He leaped over the trenches filled with traitors, his men suddenly stopped right on top of the trenches and fired down into them. Three hellhounds came up on the Heritic's flank, flame shot through the trenches, none in them escaped. Holtor kept charging, terrified traitors ran past him, he had his eyes fixed on the observation post. He kept running, all enemy fire had stopped now. He reached the door to the observation post, he stabbed it with his sword and forced it open. His men charged in, he walked slowly away looking carefully for the one he was after. Holtor's eyes spotted movement from behind a large pile of crates, he charged over to it. Behind it stood a man in the uniform of a Commisar, he was shaking and mumbling insanities. Holtor spat as he walked towards the shell of a man.

"So, heritic, where are your gods now? Where is their power, the only divine power here is that of the Emperor's, I was blessed out there not to be killed, and you will not touch me! Let us test this, if your gods are so powerful, you will strike me down. If they are not, well then your last thought will be what a tragic mistake you made, scum!"
"The CHAOS gods do, do not tolerate, insults. You, you, you, were my friend, join me, we will, claim this, p-planet, in the name of, Chaos. The God's wi-will grant you gifts you c-can't imagine."
"Prezer, you were always weak, always, I was surprised you lasted as long as you did and even more surpried when they let you acutally have authority." The commisar glowed, a dark purple cloud enshrouded him, he lunged at Holtor stabbing his not spiked hand at Holtor's chest. Holtor side stepped and brought his sword down on the traitor's arm. With a kick he sent the commisar into the pile of crates. Holtor spat on the ground and waded into the mess, he found Prezer slumped against a crate, blood was spilling from his arm.
"Were you that deluded Prezer? Could you have thought that after living for so long for one cause that someone like YOU could have killed me?"
"No, I suppose I was wrong, I seek to ammend my ways, please, help me pray." Holtor knew what was coming, he dropped to his knee in front of Prezer but as the heritic stabbed at him with a bayonet Holtor drove his sword into Prezer's gut. Prezer stood up and pulled away from Holtor, the sword still embeded in his belly. Prezer backed up slowly, a trickle of blood dripping from his mouth. He dropped to his knees and gasped, then fell face first on the ground driving the sword through him copletely. Holtor stared down at the bleeding corpse and walked away.
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doom_diver
Posted: Jan 28 2008, 09:38 PM


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SYSTEM: Hell Sung Canyon
PLANET: Dathomir
LEADER: Captain James
FORCE: RagTags
GAME: Massacre
POINTS: 1000
RESULT: Victory

What luck. Said Flavio the Vox Operator. Out of the Emperors Vast empire we are called here. My blood was made for Ice not for Dessert.

Damn quit your yapping. Yelled James. We are almost there. The Desert Dogs are almost back. We just might make that hill before night fall.

Just shut up Flavio. The Orks will surrond us with the way you are talking. Replied scout Mc Cormick.

I will talk as loud as I Wretchen want. Replied Flavio.

This mission was a tiring one for James. Just getting a power cell. Nothing specail. Send in the Space Marines if they are so great. This Power Cell could power up a Orbital Cannon Defence Platform. It was worth enough to send them in for.

As James thought away Gunfire broke out. Next thing you know the Dessert Dogs were running back toward them. Running away from something. Something in mass.

Men. James Bellowed. Get your lasguns secured. Missle's get ready for the strike get down. Secure the launchers. Wait till they get closer. No you dung head. Watch me set it up. Fire!!!!

A loud bang was heard as the Missle's blew up the Warbikes coming at them. Much better you Crange Blood Hoper's Yelled James.

Now the Dessert Dogs were close. Sir. We are going to meet heavy enemy. They are using the Energy cell to power up there vile machine's. Spoke Sarge Lemme's

We will die if we charge in these numbers Kelly told.

Well I guess that is to damn bad. Ill grab reinforcement's to arrive in a bit. Meanwhile lets see if you are right. Men. Forward march.

Man. More walking great. Said Plasma Gunner Banda. I needed some more of this. Have to carry the Plasma to.

Man why do I have a bad feeling about this? Asked Carmarsh.

What are you But that was all she could say. Since her head just exploded from round piercing her skull.

When I get more time I will write some more.
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Holtor Flavian
Posted: Jan 28 2008, 09:40 PM


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out of 6 np that would be 3 which is really good, 2 is average. Try to put it in paragraph form and just practice a little more and you should be fine Doom Diver!
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Warmaster Luthar Reak
Posted: Jan 28 2008, 10:18 PM


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Nicely done keep up the good work.
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Colonel Kevlar
Posted: Jan 30 2008, 12:26 AM


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The last battle I can remeber, was a Eldar/IG vs. Ork. Here goes:

SYSTEM: Unkown, estimated somewhere Segmentum Obscurus
PLANET: Alaitoc Craftworld
LEADER (s): Colonel Josef Gabriel, Unkown Alaitoc Autarch (Temporary command over 1st
Company)
FORCE: 7th Mithran Mechanised, A Battalion, 1st Company
GAME: Assassination (CoD rules)
POINTS: 3500
RESULT: Defeat

Josef spat at the vox operater, or what looked like the vox operater, and looked around for the vox. It was laying face down in the melting wraithbone the surrounded the blast. "Next time get me a link to this 'Autarch' before you die." he started looking through the channels. It was chaos. His forces had been all but crippled from the massive ork invasion, yet this 'Autarch' was broadcasting the 'nothings wrong, charge up the front of the line' signal (if Josef was tranlating it correctly, which he doubted). A giant, yet nimble as a child, Eldar lept in front of him. "You called?"

"Yes. You're telling me that 3 platoons of men can match an ork WAGH? Are you suicidal?"

"No, you distract them while we take out the leader. Didn't you here me when I was giving orders?"

"Must've been lost in translation. You're not getting me to do that."

"Fine," the aurtarch said as he picked up Josef's discarded laspistol, and set it to a low charge, "but your men will." The autarch shot, but only to knock him out. The Colonel's worries would get them killed. He walked off. Everywhere he could see dead and wounded, Ork, Eldar, and Human alike. As he ordered the Humans to charge, he joined the Striking Scorpians under Exarch Ezek. They would infiltrate behind the enemy lines, and take out the generator behind it.

Later....

The autarch hid among the bushes, hoping that these 'kommandos' wouldn't see his glimmering blue armour. Ezek signalled the move out sign, and he followed the Exarch sown a narrow path. However, he saw a small glintt in his eye. What was it? It was gone know, he couldn't worry about it anymore. Suddenly, he felt a seering pain as his chest was ripped in half by an ork klaw. How had he not felt it, heard it, or smelt the seering oil? How had this happened, he thought as the breath escaped him. Breath, he told himeself. Breath, breath, brea....
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Major of the LVIII
Posted: Jan 30 2008, 11:29 AM


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SYSTEM: Rykon IX
PLANET: Van Browne's world
LEADER: Lt. A. Merewether
FORCE: 58th Praetorian Fusiliers (POV), Task Force Crimson
GAME: Take and Hold/Apocalypse
POINTS: roughly 3000, divided up into 500 points divisions
RESULT: Imperial Victory

Second Lieutenant the Right Honourable B. Wooster adjusted his monocle once again. He stood, surrounded by his retainers, behind a line of red-coated Praetorian Soldiers, standing stock still, ready for the order, as they had done for the last half-hour. Wooster was irritated – having arrived here on this Throne-Forsaken rock only two days before, he, and the rest of the Praetorian Deputation, had expected to spend a happy few months knocking some fighting spirit into the Browne's World PDF. And here he was, in baking heat, waiting for an Ork attack. In combat, after all, alongside uncouth sorts from Arcadia and Mars, when he should be teaching recruits how to march in time. 'Ironfist' Mainwaring was far behind the lines, with the rest of the company, and even Merewether, who was supposed to be nominal command of the half-company that had taken the field, today, had a kushi job minding the Heavy infantry behind Wooster's platoon.
It would have been alright, thought Wooster, if we were going out there and giving the accursed greenskins cold steel & ten rounds a minute in the field, not skulking here waiting for the unruly brutes to try and take this missile silo. It would even have been alright had the silo not contained a missile.
Wooster's reverie was soon broken, however, by the irregular throb of Ork engines. Out of the valley ahead of the Imperial line, a half-dozen or so ramshackle Trukks raced like bats out of hell. Noisome, clumsy bats. Wooster motioned to the bugler who stood a half-step behind him
“Sound the advance. Let Merewether know we've spotted the enemy.”
The bugle's tones rang out across the Imperial lines, a picturesque juxtaposition to the crackle of a hundred vox-casters.
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Lieutenant Merewether was striding away from the Arcadian XII's Command Basilisk when he heard the bugle from platoon Royalis. His stride quickened to a run, and he was just able to reach the Heavy Infantry platoon when the first of the Imperial Artillery pieces began firing.
“Stand to your guns! Fire on my mark! I say, Appleby old fellow, action stations! Look alive!”
This last comment was directed at Inspector Appleby, the 58th's regimental commissar, who stood silent and still in his dark blue Constabulary Uniform as the red-clad heavies rushed around him. Merewether checked that all the infantry were in position, and drew his sword. By this time Arcadian, Skitarii and Novamarine guns were nigh deafening. Rather than waste his breath trying to shout over the din, Merewether swung his sword toward their target, and the roar of gunfire grew still louder as the 58th fired.
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Wooster, further forward, chortled as the shells began crashing around the Ork vehicles. Rusted plates were torn from battered chassis, and the guttural cries of the Orks was almost comical as Wooster watched them tumble out of their blazing transports.
“Alright chaps, advance at the double! We're going to give these creatures a lesson in rudimentary battle tactics! Quick march!”
The Praetorian line advanced toward the missile silo, surrounded by a milling horde of Orks, and Wooster could see a number of the Novamarines Astartes advancing to his right. The Emperor's finest were pouring fire into the Orks and Wooster was not about to be left behind.
“Royalis platoon, halt! Independent - fire at will!”
The Praetorian infantry loosed a quick succession of accurate lasbolts, which ripped into the Orks – with fire from above, and all sides, the Orks were pinned and their inaccurate return fire felled not one Praetorian.
“Alright Chaps! Prepare to adv-”
Wooster heard a roaring, wheezing sound from his left. A unit of Orks in Mega Armour were clanking slowly but implacably toward the gap in the Imperial lines caused by the advance of the 58th. Wooster quickly wheeled the platoon and gave the order to fire.
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Sergeant Bingley sweated under his pith helmet as he wheeled No.1 section round to face the Ork war-machines. Mercifully, the platoon had suffered no casualties, but with the greenskin armoured suits advancing inexorably, he had a feeling that this would not last long.
“Alright lads... present arms – volley fire!”
A mighty boom sounded as the entire platoon gave fire. Once the after-images cleared, the Orks were still advancing! Bingley gritted his teeth as he saw that the sum total of their firing was a sparking and damaged weapon on one arm of the lead Ork. The sergeant knew what was coming next.
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“Fix Bayonets!”
Wooster drew his sword and set it on his shoulder as the rest of the platoon affixed the stout blades to the end of their rifles. If they couldn't stop the Orks with lasguns, they would face cold steel. Marching to the front of the platoon, he was about to charge the slowly advancing Ork leader when a storm of fire came from the left flank. The 375th Independent Skitarii company had caught up with the 58th and were pouring torrents of fire from their tank-busting sentinels. Wooster breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the Orks drop, and turned back to see how the rest of the battle was faring. The Novamarines were locked in combat on the left flank with Ork Speed Freeks, and Wooster saw that the 58th would have to take the missile silo before it was too late.
“Sorry about this, chaps, we're going to wheel again! Step lively then! Advance at the double!”
The platoon quickly turned about and quick-marched back to the silo. He saw the meleé, and the Marines push back the Orks, headed by their crimson-caped commander, his power sword describing arcs of death. The Praetorians, Novamarines, and Skitarii began to coalesce on the silo, just as the Speed Freeks turned about and headed there themselves.
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Merewether heard a rumbling from within the haze caused by the firing of all the artillery. His ears were still ringing and the smell of propellant was strong in his nostrils, but he recognised the irregular beating of Ork Engines. Suddenly, from behind the Imperial lines, Two trukks bristling with Orks lurched out of the fog of war and began to fire haphazardly at the Imperials. Merewether and his squad drew their pistols and opened fire, just as the Arcadian Basilisks were hit by the wave of Ork Fire. A few of the Novamarine rearguard turned and fired back into the Orks, and Merewether was on the point of panic when he heard the steady tramp-tramp-tramp of marching boots. Imperial boots. Better still, Praetorian Boots! Suddenly, there were shots and a clattering as Line Infantry Platoon Imperialis lined up behind the Ork raiders and opened fire. As lasguns crackled, he saw Colour-Sergeant Pilkington running through the smoke toward him, sword in hand
“Alright, sir? We 'eard there was trouble at the front, so I've brought yer platoon ter sort things out up 'ere! That's right, give 'em what fer, lads!”
Merewether continued blazing away with his Hopton-Cranfield Laspistol into the Orks, and saw the Novamarines turn and add their fire to that of the Praetorians. Caught in brutal crossfire, the Orks attempted to flee back down the lines, and Merewether heard the Bugle from Platoon Royalis, and realised the battle was over.
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Wooster stood on the Silo parapet, and saw the Speed Freeks retreating, having seen the Guardsmen and Astartes manning their target's defences. They had beat them to it, thought Wooster, the setting sun gleaming from his monocle, boots and buttons. Raising his sword in the air, he shouted in triumph as he saw the greenskins flee, under heavy fire from the remaining Imperial artillery. His platoon had suffered not a single casualty, and the day was won.
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Holtor Flavian
Posted: Jan 30 2008, 10:00 PM


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both of those, PERFECT! 5-6 np each!

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Major of the LVIII
Posted: Jan 31 2008, 08:30 AM


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Next orders, sir?
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doom_diver
Posted: Jan 31 2008, 11:16 PM


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Sure. Next Orders are????
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