Ashur - lätinää

[Entrooppi]

Myrskyn sääntöihin tullut tärkeä lisäys. Tiivistys tässä: Siirtely enne Scoutia tai Infiltratea.

[IRiaD]

Myrskyn sääntöihin tullut tärkeä lisäys. Tiivistys tässä: Siirtely enne Scoutia tai Infiltratea.

Semmonen pieni kysymys vielä että antaako myrsky siirtää vihun tankkien facingia jos päätät uudelleendepottaa semmosen? Oletan että joo, mutta varmistellaan.

[Entrooppi]

Joo, antaa.

[dewil]

Objektiivi: Tiedustelu
Molemmat pelaajat asettavat Deployment Zonensa ulkopuolelle kolme Objektiivia, näiden kolmen täytyy olla 12 tuuman päässä toisistaan (ei siis tarvitse välittää vastustajan asettamista Objektiiveista).

Ihan nyt kysyn vielä että pitäisikö tuossa olla : täytyy olla VÄHINTÄÄN 12 tuuman päästä toisistaan. vai meneekö juuri noin kun sanotaan.
Ettei nyt tarvitse peliä alotellessa ruveta mietiskelemään ymmärsinkö ihan oikein.

[Entrooppi]

Joo, hitto vie, mie teen tän joka kampanjassa. Vähintään 12 tuuman päässä. Voitte jatkossa tulkita että se sana vähintään on siellä, jos siinä ei lue tasan, täsmälleen tjms. :D

[Sutenööri]

Tuli tuossa omassa matsissa pieni ongelma ton laurin erikoissäännön kanssa, eli miten se toimii jos on warlord traitti Princeps of deceit, eli saisit liikuttaa niitä omia unitteja? Kumpi tapahtuu ensin, meinaan että tuo princeps nyt jäi omassa matsissa ihan turhaksi traitiksi.

-Juha-

[Entrooppi]

Selvennetty tuo ihan sinne Skenaarion kohtaan, eli olisit saanut käyttää Petturuuden paronia vielä Myrsky -efektin jälkeen :(

Ilmoittakaa myös ne Warlord Traitinne minulle (esim. tulosten postauksen mukana). Ja uudemmille pelaajille tiedoksi: tapana on ollut nimetä ne Special Characteritkin "omilla nimillä", mikäli muussakin armeijassa on nimettyjä yksiköitä. Mikäänhän ei siis pakota tähän, se vain on ollut tapana. Vielä siis ehtii nimeämään, voi laittaa yv:nä tai säpona.

[Timmon]

Fear the taint, follow the prey.

The strategium of the strike cruiser was empty except of its permanently wired-in data retrieval servitors, its lightning dimmed to minimum levels. Large, hand carved reliefs of reddish granite and black basalt depicting the famous Hunts of Equees Calibanes lined the walls of the octaconal space.

Gilded lift doors at the back of the chamber opened. Ramoriez, Master of Hunters, fourty seventh of the Equees to hold that office since the chapter was created from the sacred gene-seed of the primarch Lion El’Jonson, entered the strategium. He stopped by the central dais, resting his right arm on its side ornaments. A servitor nearby beeped in its powered down trance, one of the dozen or so grafted in the pit at center of the dais.

Almost without a sound, the main entrace lift doors, huge, red painted ones with imperial eagles carved in them, opened up, and from a carriage that could easily have held a squad of terminators, a single figure emerged. In his blue power armor, Extaposer Librarian Larmiel walked swiftly to the dais, then stopped right by the Master of Hunters, still keeping his silence.

Ramoriez waited for a long moment, feeling the unease bothering the Librarian. Then he asked in a low voice. “You wished to counsel me, brother? About this Hunt?”. Silence returned, while Larmiel slowly turned to face his black clad brother. “Yes. I have counsel to offer, but it will not make things any clearer”. Ramoriez smiled. “The counsel of the Extaposers rarely easest the burden we feel on the hunt”, he said dryly.

“Be that as it may. But this time, the need to warn you wars with the cautions of the Interrogators and Chaplains”. Sighing, Larmiel turned to face the large imperial eagles, as if asking Him for guidance. He continued: “As you know, our Hunt has brought us here, not the Sector Command summons. Ashur has been, and still is, a hateful place of deceit and heresy. But we must countinue our Hunt, the fallen and accursed prey is here, even now plotting his escape. Or the final destruction of Ashur. Or both.”

“This much is clear even for a lowly Hunter. Our Chapter serves the Imperium, but we have our ways. It is nothing new, and cannot bother you thus”, Ramoriez answered when the Librarian again lapsed in brooding silence.

Turning again to face Master of Hunters, Larmiel countinued. “Several Chapters have heeded the sector command call. All will deploy and investigate the reports of heresy and xeno incursions. This has happened before, though the records are suppressed, to protect the people of the Imperium.”

The Librarian paused, his face agonized by the uncertainities he sensed at the blessed and the cursed tides of the empyrean, which kept the future of the Hunt hidden and twisted, the only strong current being the maddening stink of the fallen and accursed prey.

“But this time, the Guard, the Inqvisition, Brothers of Astartes, even the Grey Brothers of whom we are not supposed to even know about.... all of them. Any single Imperail force... any and all are suspect! We cannot trust anyone. Not fully, not at once. Not even the chapters we share our blessed gene-seed with. This prey is wicked and powerful, growing more so every hour! The heresy will taint many of the righteous too! This planet is a place of ancient evil!”

Grasping Ramoriez by the shoulders, in agonized voice Librarian Larmiel pleaded “Fear the taint, follow the Prey!”

[Palmus]

Joo mie olin vähän ulkona tuossa pelissä. Aamulla oli tarkoitus katsoa vielä miten se skenu toimi, ja tsekata lista joka oli jo tähän mennessä unohtunut. Mutta nettipä ei toiminutkaan, joten lähdettiin 'ulkomuistista' liikkeelle. Ja niinhän siinä sitten kävi että ei mun muistiin ole luottamista :(

No, ens kierroksella en sitten sotke yhtä pahasti.

[Entrooppi]

Joku lähetti jonkun viestin. En oo varma tajusinko oikei, ei kunnolla auennut miun sähköpostissa :D. Saa kuitenkin käyttää lainattuja figuja.

[Longinus]

Tuolla liigan psyykikko osiossa sanotaan, että Disciplinejä saa valita niin monta kuin on Mastery Leveleitä. Entäs kun on psyykikkoja jotka normaalisti saa valita enemmän powereita (ja täten disciplinejä) kuin niillä on Mastery Levelejä. Eikö ne nyt voi?

[Entrooppi]

Sellaiset Psyykikot (esimerkiksi vaikkapa se SM Libra) saavat valita niin monta Disciplineä kuin on Powereita.

[Palmus]

Ainiin, nuo warlord traitithan piti vielä ilmoittaa. En tiedä onko Teemu ilmoittanut vielä, joten pistän sen tähän tässä samalla.

Elikkä mulla on tuo Command traitti joka tekee Warlordista scorettavan, ja Teemun traitti oli se että Warlord ja sen unitti saavat FNP:n objektiivin läheisyydessä.

[Entrooppi]

Pelaan itte vasta tänään, joten parit ja skenaario tulevat oletettavasti huomenna. Tarkistan armeijalistat tänään/huomenna, joten kannattaa tarkkailla sähköpostianne.

[Palmus]

Turpaan ottamisesta on hankala kirjoittaa fluffia jossa porukka selviää.

A rough start

A storm. Avakus had been so certain that the fact that a storm had erupted shortly before their landing had been a good sign. The Maelstrom was well known for its horrible weather conditions afterall. However, as the intensifying storm forced the landing crafts to scatter and blocked all communications, he had to think again.

Luckily, most of the strike force had managed to land close to the designated position and were quick to regroup. In the end, some were lost, but duty couldn't wait. Storm or no storm, they had to find a secure position for the rest of the force to land in. And Avakus would accept no delays: The planet was going to be infested with allies and enemies alike. In this storm, one would never be able to tell which was which. For situations like that, the Reclusiarch had solution: "Burn anything that comes in our path."

Perhaps that was not the most wise idea.

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An explosion lit the darkness for a moment as another Vindicator turned into a fireball. Avakus screamed for The Atoners to destroy the other as well, while furiously trying to regain connection with Bergenhard. In the last few hours, the storm had gotten even worse, until it had finally blocked even the most basic short-range communications, and completely cut him off from his men. He could only trust that they were close enough to see that enemy contact had been made. The Chaplain cursed loudly, and turned his attention back to the battlefield and the tanks looming in the darkness further away, barely visible even with their searchlights blazing. Hopefully, they were heretic vehicles.

Never before, had he felt so alone. The monitors inside his helmet couldn't even get a read on the terminators barely a meter away from him, much less the marines scattered further away. For the first time in his long life, he felt that being armoured in black had its faults. The thoughts were quickly dismissed as one of the terminators fell, his leg vaporized by a lascannon. He couldn't even tell which of his men it was. With a roar of pure rage, he urged the remaining terminators to march forward through the fire.

As another terminator fell for causes unknown, a roaring sound, barely distinguishable from the raging storm, filled the air. The chaplain turned towards the source of the sound just in time to see a group of assault marines land only a dozen or so meters away, led by an ornamented figure wielding a massive power flail. The obvious leader, perhaps a captain or a heretic lord, shouted something that Avakus couldn't hear. Cursing under his helmet, Avakus raised his axe to salute the astartes. It was far too late to talk or negotiate.

As another explosion sounded behind him, the Chaplain charged. A desperate move, for a desperate man. The leader of the assault marines shouted something again, but this time Avakus didn't even try to listen, and only answered with a challenge screamed out from the bottom of his lungs. The man gestured at his men to back off, and raised his weapon in acceptance. Perhaps he knew as well that peace couldn't be made. As man and terminator met with a crash, the assault marine had to activate his jump-pack to avoid being knocked down. At that moment, Avakus got close enough to see the mans face clearly, and saw no signs of corruption. For just a second, his resolution faltered, overcome by surprise. That second was enough for the man to strike through his momentarily weakened defenses. Avakus could hear the cracks his helmet and left arm made as the flail connected and realize that he had failed again, before darkness claimed him.

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Later, he would wake up in a tent, with Apothecary Rikon looking over him and Bergenhard sitting at the side of his bed. They would tell him that the Angels Valiant, the chapter they had attacked, had made the same mistake as they had, thinking that the black-armoured marines they had made contact with were truly hostile. Bergenhard laughed, and said that as Captain Kyrial had crossed weapons with him, the man had recognized his blade as the Black Sword of the Templars, and had only broken his arm to force him to stand down. Afterwards, his men had tried to make contact with Avakus, to explain the situation, only for...This to happen. Afterwards, the Captain and his men had hauled Avakus' body to Bergenhard and his men and allowed them to make temporary camp in the ruins of the city until the storm passed.

At that point, the Apothecary informed Avakus that he had a concussion and a completely shattered jaw, along with an unsalvageable arm. He had removed both, and replaced them with bionics. With a chuckle, he would tell the chaplain that he now has more metal than flesh in his body. Avakus listened to all of this with grim silence, before ordering both men to leave him alone. He would have to think for some time.

And so, Avakus meditated on the events for a long while. Finally, he would force himself up from the bed, and go address his men. There was still much to do, and no time to dwell on this setback, this failure. Duty could not wait.

[Dark Servant]

Tuolla taitaa olla pisteissä jotain pientä sekaannusta. Nimittäin nuo viitosella alkavat pisteet, eihän sellaisia ollut ekalla kierroksella mahdollista saada (0.5 pistettä maalauksesta ja 0/1/4/6 pistettä). Varmaan mennyt tuon toisen kierroksen pisteiden kanssa sekaisin.

[DraSa]

Eikus, eikös jokaisella kierroksella oo jaossa aina saman verran pisteitä. 3-3, 4-2, 5-1 ja 6-0, eli kuusi(6) pistettä jaossa jokaisella kierroksella + maalauksesta saadut.
Ainoastaan piste-erot, jotka määrää pisteytyksen vaihtelee skenaarioittain.

Edit: Ja nyt kun katoin noita pisteitä, niin mistäs Jori sai hänen kaksi pistettä? Minähän *köh köh* taisin viedä sen 6-0 :P
Vaikka kyllä mie pari pojoo ekstraa voisin Jorille antaakkin :)

[Dark Servant]

Eikus, eikös jokaisella kierroksella oo jaossa aina saman verran pisteitä. 3-3, 4-2, 5-1 ja 6-0, eli kuusi(6) pistettä jaossa jokaisella kierroksella + maalauksesta saadut.
Ainoastaan piste-erot, jotka määrää pisteytyksen vaihtelee skenaarioittain.

Edit: Ja nyt kun katoin noita pisteitä, niin mistäs Jori sai hänen kaksi pistettä? Minähän *köh köh* taisin viedä sen 6-0 :P
Vaikka kyllä mie pari pojoo ekstraa voisin Jorille antaakkin :)

Ai hitto, oletkin oikeassa. Minä taas sekoilin omiani. Eli siis katsoin tuota vaadittavaa piste-eroa enkä sitä mitä sillä piste-erolla saa. My bad.

[Entrooppi]

Ai hitto, oletkin oikeassa. Minä taas sekoilin omiani. Eli siis katsoin tuota vaadittavaa piste-eroa enkä sitä mitä sillä piste-erolla saa. My bad.

Höhö, niin miekin ekaks. Laitoin nimittäin ensin vaan 4-2 tai 6-0 pisteitä, kunnes joku ymmärs korjata. Kevät, kiire ja väsymys saa näemmä miut tekemään aika paljon virheitä eli kannattaa tarkistella kaikkee mitä mie teen :)

[Dark Servant]

Onkos tässä toisella kierroksella tuota "Reserves" -special rulea? Kun tuolla säännöissä mainitaan, että jos ei lue niin sitä ei ole ja esimerkkiskenaariossa lukee Mission Special Rules -kohdassa, että "reserves".