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Post by grandmasterwang on Nov 16, 2017 8:52:15 GMT
Meanwhile, Graegon finished bludgeoning the remaining executioners to death but suffered greatly in the process, their ceremonial glaives hacking great, weeping gashes in his flesh. Big Nuff's Dragon Ogres crew continued to kill the Druchii spearmen as fast as they could, their great weapons ensuring that every Dark Elf they killed was completely unrecognisable. However the swift spears of their foes were beginning to take their toll and one of their number was brought down, skewered simultaneously by 4 elves. Their murderous intent helping them find the vulnerable areas in the reptilian hide of the dragon ogres. On the other side of the battlefield, Shmigar engaged the hand bow armed corsairs, reuniting with his crew in battle. As Shmigar charged in the Corsairs tiny bolts managed to relieve him of an itch he had been trying to scratch for a month. Ah, that's the spot he thought. Shmigar had seen first hand the death of Darganoth and could see the Dark Avatar and Graegon face off through the corner of his eyes. While unimpressed with Darganoth's combat boasts, the sheer, efficient brutality with which he had been carved up gave Shmigar pause.... thankfully Graegon was inbetween himself and the unnatural fiend he thought. Even wounded, there was no way that Graegon would fail to take down this murderous Avatar. Graegon was as mentally thick as a normal ogre but he was larger than even Kholek! Shmigar seen Graegon fight before and witnessed Graegon decapitate a dragon with that giant blade of his. Best Shmigar leave the Dark Avatar to Graegon he mused as he absent mindedly splatted a few corsairs beneath his great axe.
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Post by grandmasterwang on Nov 16, 2017 9:02:21 GMT
Love the detailed write-up. One of the best batreps in the forum this year Thank you very much kind sir!
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Post by pazman on Nov 16, 2017 11:08:08 GMT
Too huge!!!! Loved it - Epic photos as well
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Post by knoffles on Nov 17, 2017 8:48:25 GMT
Love 'The death of Dargonoth' A tale worthy of its own ballard.
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Post by grandmasterwang on Dec 3, 2017 1:21:52 GMT
The Dark Avatar cuts down Graegon without breaking a sweat then drags his massive body next to Darganoth. Pausing momentarily as an art connoisseur might take a moment to admire a sculpture, the Dark Avatar looks down at the two slain Dragon Ogres. His mural was not yet complete. The Dark Avatar inclines its head towards Shmigar, raises an eyebrow and turns towards him. Meanwhile, the Bleakswords finally engage in combat with the Big Nuff crew after seemingly finishing their picnic. The numbers of this fresh regiment combined with the malicious stabs of the spears are take their toll and Big Nuff's Dragon Ogres flee only to be chased down and massacred by the cold hearted Druchii. Beleaguered and desperate of body but resolute of mind, the Death Hag cast aside her remaining trepidations, drew deeply upon the tempestuous inner hatred that broiled deep in her being... and charged wantonly at the venerable Kholek Suneater. As the crazed witch elf hurtled towards him, Kholek blinked once, then twice as he raised his hammer to the sky. A bright flash struck the ground and in the distance thunder rumpled. Two poisoned daggers dropped to the ground, centimetres in front of Kholek. He crinkled his nose and turned away as a strongly burnt yet perfumed smell wafted past him.
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Post by grandmasterwang on Dec 3, 2017 2:08:11 GMT
Shmigar the Gleaming senses the change in the air. The fact that he has not heard Graegon's bellowing victory is troublesome. In the middle of backhanding the torso off another Dark Elf Corsair, Shmigar's eyes widen as he sees a giant blade take the head off his the final surviving Dragon Ogre crew member. It was at that precise moment that Shmigar decided Kholek was actually kind of a prick and it was time for him to go and make some new friends. Grabbing one unfortunate Corsair and bringing him along for goodluck and a later snack, Schmigar dashed away from the battle. Still recovering from their brutalisation, the Corsairs are left behind. "Good thing I stretched," Schmigar thought as he continued to put distance between himself and the battle. Briefly glancing down at Darganoth and Draegon, The Dark Avatar is impassive as it watches the rapidly shrinking form of Schmigar fade away into the distance. Raising one eyebrow, it inclines its head towards Kholek takes a step towards him.
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Post by grandmasterwang on Dec 3, 2017 2:23:52 GMT
Kholek was not impressed. His army was gone. He was alone. Seeking the most destructive of his foes his eyes locked on those of the Dark Avatar. The Dark Avatar quickened its pace, it was coming for him, Kholek realised. Letting out a bored sigh he raised his mighty hammer Starcrusher once more. In the distance, thunder rumbled. The Dark Avatar of Khaine was no more.
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Post by mottdon on Dec 3, 2017 11:58:48 GMT
Wow! Did Kholek ever fail to cast his lightening bolt?!? Seems to me, that's what kept saving him. Great read!
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Post by grandmasterwang on Dec 4, 2017 15:56:53 GMT
Wow! Did Kholek ever fail to cast his lightening bolt?!? Seems to me, that's what kept saving him. Great read! Kholek automatically does his lightning but on a 1 he zaps himself to an extra attack which he did in this game on the first turn. Kholek's lightning bolt is certainly awesome and the Dragon Ogres definitely depend on it. He actually overall arguably underperformed with his zap despite it being really effective as it took him 2 zaps (only 1 hit the first time) to kill the T3, 2 wound death hag. Also on average rolled low for his number of hits. When I've played the dragon ogres before, Kholek has always done his share of heavy lifting. He's no where near as tank as you might expect though, having the same durability as an Aracknarock (save, toughness and wounds identical). I'm a big fan of Kholek's 8th Edition rules. I think they do him justice on the tabletop. Almost at the end of this report! Final 'chapter' with the end result coming soon. Appreciate all the comments and any readers along for the journey.
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Post by grandmasterwang on Mar 1, 2018 2:01:57 GMT
Frustrated as the gravity of his situation fully dawns on him, Kholek lays into the Bleakswords. Every swing of his colossal hammer Starcrusher dealt death by the half dozen but still there were more dark elves, swarming him, climbing on him and stabbing at him. Kholek winced as he felt a cruel Druchii sword slip through the vulnerable gap in his armored scales. Kholek roared and obliterated another rank of Dark Elves. Their unit champion Jarxalarle fought to keep order but it was futile when faced with the ancient Dragon Ogre's wrath. With Lokhir Fellheart and the accursed Death Hag dead, Jarxalarle knew the few surviving Dark Elves would look to him for guidance and leadership. Jarxalarle had ever been respected by his men, leading them through battle after battle. Uncharacteristically for a Dark Elf, Jarxalarle inspired loyalty in his men as they knew that he would risk his life for them and had done so numerous times in the past. His dedication to his unit was returned tenfold as his soldiers knew that their best chance of survival meant following Jarxalarle without question. His regiment, like Jarxalarle, were survivors. Despite the often suicidal orders of his commanders, Jarxalarle and his regiment had managed to survive time and time again. It was this survival instinct which had caused Jarxalarle to hold his Bleakswords back from the bulk of the battle and only engage once many of the Dragon Ogre threats had been eliminated. Jarxalarle saw the devastation around him and the agonised cries of his men as Kholek obliterated them. He instinctively ducked under a hammer blow as his eyes flitted around desperately for an escape route. His insticts screamed at Jarxalarle that there was no avenue for success in combat against this legendary being. Seeing three quarters of his men already dead, the already sprinting Jarxalarle screamed out to his men one single command, "Run!".
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Post by grandmasterwang on Mar 1, 2018 2:38:11 GMT
Jarxalarle ran faster than he ever had before, his life depended on it. The surviving Bleakswords didn't need to be told twice and raced after him and away from imminent doom. Kholek lumbered after them sluggishly, the little pests had hurt him. He felt a sword embedded in the side of his kneecap snap as he tried to chase down the fleeing Dark Elves. Failing to catch them he growled in frustration. Slowly looking around, Kholek saw a line of Druchii crossbows to his right aimed directly at his face. They were close.....very close. In the height of combat against the Bleakswords, Kholek had not noticed them manouver into position. He turned back towards the fleeing Dark Elf Swordsmen with a resigned sigh. Almost on cue he saw their ostentatiously dressed champion stop running and turn around to face him. Their eyes met and the Druchii held his gaze as a moment of understanding passed between them. Well played, Kholek thought, well played. Kholek raised his hammer as lightning flared cascadingly around its head. As he did so the Champion of the Bleakswords raised his sword to the skies, glanced at the Handbow armed corsairs then lowered his sword at Kholek. "Fire!" The Corsairs unloaded, at this range it was almost impossible to miss their massive target. Bolt after bolt slammed into the already wounded Kholek. Kholek tetered, then fell, a plume of dust rising as his colossal form hit the ground. Even in death, he held Starcrusher in a vice like grip. Jarxalarle strolled up next to the Corsairs and looked down at the now motionless Kholek Suneater. The beast was down! Jarxalarle smiled in grim satisfaction, once again he had snatched victory from the jaws of defeat. Who was there to take credit from him this time? No-one, Jarxalarle mused, Lokhir was dead, the Death Hag was dead and the infernal Dark Avatar had been banished back to whichever plane of existence it came from. Slowly looking around, Jarxalarle saw the bloodied faces of the surviving Dark Elves looking at him expectantly. Less than 25 in all had survived. The surviving Bleakswords and the remaining Corsairs stood to attention, awaiting his orders. Jarxalarle's smile grew as he realised that with the official commanders of the expedition dead, he was now in charge. It was what he deserved.....had long deserved. Although the smell of spilt blood and death permeated the air Jarxalarle had never smelt anything sweeter. Many more would probably die in the following days, yet still he smiled. Jarxalarle started to laugh, softly and slowly at first but louder and louder until it reached a booming crescendo. His men, eager to relieve the tensions and stress of battle followed suit. For the first time in his life, Jarxalarle felt a certain lightness in his heart. Looking around at the laughing faces of his men, Jarxalarle knew they all felt it too. Jarxalarle slowly stopped laughing but the smile never left his face. He closed his eyes and let himself fully embrace the new light feeling he felt in his heart. The feeling of freedom. The End eefl
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Post by knoffles on Mar 2, 2018 18:55:04 GMT
I love a happy ending. First Dark elf I’ve ever felt happy about that they got something other than death (😉). That is definitely down to the story telling.
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Post by grandmasterwang on Mar 8, 2018 2:55:54 GMT
I love a happy ending. First Dark elf I’ve ever felt happy about that they got something other than death (😉). That is definitely down to the story telling. Thank you good sir. Remember Dark elves were High elves once too 😀
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