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I've recently played my very first game of tabletop warhammer! Instead of just telling how it was, let me tell you the story from the eyes of my warlord:
"This is brother-captain Lennoth of the chapter of the Blood Angels.
Recently I've seen a real fight for the first time of my life. We were trained every day of our gifted life, imitating the face of a fight, but the real eye of war is only known to the one, who faced it first hand.
We were deployed on an old, but habitable planed, scavered by ancient xeno-ruins, sand and dust. Our mission was clear: find, clear and hold a pyramid of strange shape, for the mechanicus' to do their work. But once we came to the transmitted coordinates, they appeared ...
A patrol of aeldari was already there, polluting this ancient artificact with their xeon-hands. It was inevitable.
Our razorback charged forward, releasing a tactical squad next to the enemy, trying to establish a front line. They managed to heavily damage the Aeldar fire-prism, but... They fell. A giant wannabe-god, polluted by Khaine-energy killed our brothers. But revenge came swift, when my entire army charged at him, bringing bloody justice, in the name of Sanguinus. Dreadnought-brother "bleeding fury" fought well that day. But he had to follow our fallen brothers, when those spike eared heretics summoned their wraithlord-abomination. It was tougher than expected, even holding against a full salve from our devastators, but we fought on. Watching my brothers fall, by the hands of those pitty Aeldar... That sight broke me. I fell for the red thirst. Just for a moment, but it's a shame nonetheless. The moment my senses cleared again, the wraithlord was shattered into pieces and the remaining xenos dropped their weapons.
By Sanguinus, I will avenge my fallen brothers ... "
"This is brother-captain Lennoth of the chapter of the Blood Angels.
Recently I've seen a real fight for the first time of my life. We were trained every day of our gifted life, imitating the face of a fight, but the real eye of war is only known to the one, who faced it first hand.
We were deployed on an old, but habitable planed, scavered by ancient xeno-ruins, sand and dust. Our mission was clear: find, clear and hold a pyramid of strange shape, for the mechanicus' to do their work. But once we came to the transmitted coordinates, they appeared ...
A patrol of aeldari was already there, polluting this ancient artificact with their xeon-hands. It was inevitable.
Our razorback charged forward, releasing a tactical squad next to the enemy, trying to establish a front line. They managed to heavily damage the Aeldar fire-prism, but... They fell. A giant wannabe-god, polluted by Khaine-energy killed our brothers. But revenge came swift, when my entire army charged at him, bringing bloody justice, in the name of Sanguinus. Dreadnought-brother "bleeding fury" fought well that day. But he had to follow our fallen brothers, when those spike eared heretics summoned their wraithlord-abomination. It was tougher than expected, even holding against a full salve from our devastators, but we fought on. Watching my brothers fall, by the hands of those pitty Aeldar... That sight broke me. I fell for the red thirst. Just for a moment, but it's a shame nonetheless. The moment my senses cleared again, the wraithlord was shattered into pieces and the remaining xenos dropped their weapons.
By Sanguinus, I will avenge my fallen brothers ... "
