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Eldar vs Space Marines II

Submitted By: Date: August 24, 2004, 12:41:08 PM Views: 755

<P align=left><STRONG><FONT face=Verdana size=1> <BR> </FONT><FONT face=Verdana color=#ff6600 size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Eldar Army</SPAN>:</FONT></STRONG></P>
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<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Seer Council</SPAN></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Farseer: Singing spear, shuriken pistol, Spirit stones, Fortune, Guide</SPAN></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Farseer: Singing spear, shuriken pistol, Mind War, Eldritch storm</SPAN></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Warlock: Singing spear, shuriken pistol, Augment</SPAN></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Warlock: Witchblade, Destructor</SPAN></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Warlock: Witchblade, Destructor</SPAN></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><B><FONT face=Verdana color=#486890 size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Troops</SPAN></FONT></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>10 Guardian Defenders, Shuriken catapults</SPAN></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Starcannon</SPAN></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>10 Guardian Defenders, Shuriken catapults</SPAN></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Scatter laser</SPAN></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>6 Rangers</SPAN></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><B><FONT face=Verdana color=#486890 size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Elites</SPAN></FONT></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>4 Warp Spiders: Deathspinners</SPAN></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>1 Spider Exarch: Assault 2 deathspinner, powerblades, Surprise assault</SPAN></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><B><FONT face=Verdana color=#486890 size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Heavy Support</SPAN></FONT></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>2 War Walkers: Bright Lance, scatter laser</SPAN></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Wraithlord: Starcannon</SPAN></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>2 reapers, Reaper Launcher</SPAN></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>1 Reaper Exarch: Eldar Missile Launcher, Fast Shot</SPAN></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><B><FONT face=Verdana color=#486890 size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>1406 points</SPAN></FONT></B></P>
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<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><B><FONT face=Verdana color=#ff6600 size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Space Marine Army:</SPAN></FONT></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Command squad, Razorback (Twin linked heavy bolters)</SPAN></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>6 man Tactical squad, One Lascannon, Razorback (twin linked lascannons)</SPAN></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>10 man Tactical squad, one missile launcher, Rhino (storm bolters)</SPAN></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>5 Heavy weapon scouts</SPAN></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>5 Close combat scouts</SPAN></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>5 Devastators</SPAN></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>5 Terminators </SPAN></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Land Speeder Typhoo </SPAN></FONT></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 20px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 20px" align=justify><B><FONT face=Verdana color=#486890 size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>1410 points</SPAN></FONT></B></P>
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<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><B><FONT face=Verdana color=#ff6600 size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Space Marine Intro:</SPAN></FONT></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana color=#486890 size=2><I>T</I><SPAN lang=EN-GB><I>he Commander’s back was turned, hunched over in the flickering light as the marine entered his bunk. A long silence, the commander ignoring his presence still, twisting a fragment of what was once the greatest between his fingers. Finally, he spoke, his voice so low as to be almost unhearable.  “We have them. They can run no further. Our bombardment of their alien blemish on the landscape has halted their cowardly retreat. We will not let them leave. Dead. Them, their families, their acquaintances, their race. Dead. This is the word of the Emperor. The word of the Chapter master. Dead!” The marine bowed, and left. Soon the order went out, and the attack was mobilised. Only one marine knew better, and he said nothing, for he had seen the look in the eyes of his commander, and removed from his memory the sight of the message from his chapter on the cleaved comm-link, of the final, flickering image of the order to return…</I></SPAN></FONT></P>
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<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><B><FONT face=Verdana color=#ff6600 size=2>E<SPAN lang=EN-GB>ldar </SPAN>I<SPAN lang=EN-GB>ntro:</SPAN></FONT></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana color=#486890 size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB><I>The tune embraced the early dawn. The joyful piccolo spread out among the Eldar, their faces turned to hear. All stopped and listened, the song reaching even the war-stained minds of the exarchs, and where the song rang, it resonated. It resonated from the Wraithlord, standing immobile above, from the seer squad, their ornamentation, and each new epicentre of sound brought new harmonics to the cluster. Still the Bonesingers chanted and danced, and before their outstretched hands, the gate twisted and reformed, growing new crystal and lens, new fibre and bone. It would be soon, now. Soon…</I></SPAN></FONT></P>
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<H3 style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><SPAN style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"><B><FONT face=Verdana color=#ff6600 size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Eldar Turn 1</SPAN></FONT></B></SPAN></H3>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Eager to disrupt the marine line from within, as was heir orders, the Warp Spiders Activated their jump generators and vanished in a cloud of fluorescent mist, crystallising into existence on the far side of the forest and surveyed the lines of marines through the buildings ahead. Equally eager to defend the Eldar position, the two guardian squads marched to the front of the Ranger occupied building. In the centre, the two War Walkers hummed into life, bobbing along the ruins, freezing instantly when the change in parallax revealed an Imperial Razorback covered behind a building. Far across the field, the Reapers scanning the nearby craters spotted movement in one and fired. The corpses of three scouts validated their much-feared reputation. The War Walker pilots, locking the legs of their units for extra stability, fired towards the Razorback with the very first bright lance hit imploding the vehicle, the explosion killing two of the occupants, but the billowing smoke hid the survivors from the pilot’s scatter laser, as all the shots missed. The second pilot waited for the smoke to thin, and also opened fire, the force of the shots jolting his canopy backwards and killing a further two marines. Nodding at this, the warp spider exarch continued to scan the marine line, and stopped, noting how the members of the tactical squad near the Rhino seemed to be…shifted from everything around them and, backed by his squad, opened fire. The monofilament mesh shot out and the glass-like distortion was replaced with a fine cloud of red as the ‘spiders eradicated the heavy weapon scouts. The Wraithlord, in an attempt to reduce the odds facing the Eldar, vaporised two marines from the same tactical squad, attempting to carve a clear channel to their transport Rhino behind. Living up to their marksmanship reputation, all the rangers sniper rifles found their mark-the five-man devastator squad. However, the rangers watched in disbelief as the writhing forms of the marines they had hit regained their previous stance, their genetically engineered bodies absorbing ad neutralising the toxins in the shots in seconds. To the same goal, but with less subtle means, the first guardian squad opened fire with the scatter laser, moving down three of the devastators. Keeping the death evenly spread, the second squad of guardians managed to kill one member of the tactical squad with their anti-grav platform. One of the Farseers from the seer squad opened the palm of his black-gloved hand, glittering runes emerging from it and spinning in the air. Concentrating, he channelled and focused the energy from the warp towards the Rhino transport. Sensing his master’s intent, the nearby warlock tried to channel his own power to the Farseer, to allow the master seer to reach the vehicle, but his youth and haste meant he fumbled the delicate skill, and the Farseer’s Eldritch Storm merely coalesced and cracked harmlessly before the Rhino. The Farseer turned a gaze of anger to the Warlock, who hung his head, before turning away. Realising their chances of survival against the marine firepower, the ‘spiders jumped again behind the cover of the forest.</SPAN></FONT></P>
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<P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><B><FONT face=Verdana color=#ff6600 size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Space Marine Turn 1</SPAN></FONT></B></P>
<P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Readying their Starcannon for another barrage, the guardian squad suddenly found 5 of their number blasted into the air, an explosion ripping amongst the squad. One of the five managed to rise to his feet, armour and the body of a fallen comrade protecting him from the worst of the blast. The guardians followed the source of the explosion to the missile launchers on the Land speeder and, as they looked on, the heavy bolter turned towards them and fired, the shots exploding another guardian. The surviving two devastators were unable to add much to the marine effort, as the Eldar shots had torn the squad out of coherency, and they moved to regain it. The tactical squad had no such problem and fired, their bolters just falling short of this doomed guardian squad, but the frag missile was straight and true, screaming from the marines and killing another three of the black-clad Eldar, the heavy weapons platform protecting two others from mortal wounds.</SPAN></FONT></P>
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<P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><B><FONT face=Verdana color=#ff6600 size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Eldar Turn 2</SPAN></FONT></B></P>
<P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Realising their poor deployment meant their much-needed weapons were of no use where they were; the dark reapers broke position and ran towards the main concentration of Eldar troops. As they ran, they saw the Wraithlord skirt the forest and emerge square to the Imperial line, the seer squad scuttling around near its legs as it moved. The War Walkers, line of sight once again obscured by the smoking wreckage, moved for a shot at the second Razorback-the first bright lance shot clipping the vehicle, shaking it and with the second bright lance ripping the heavy bolter mounted turret clean off. Close enough now to render the clumsy warlock’s assistance useless, the Farseer, with an arrogant look at the warlock, called on the power of the warp for another storm, but the energy began to crackle around him instead of the target squad and the ghostly image of a daemon reached out and tore a wound into the Farseer before he could seal the rift. Determined to damage the squad, the Farseer recovered enough to signal the Wraithlord to open fire on them, and fire it did, each plasma burst from its three shots killing a marine. Looking briefly upwards, a guardian saw six puffs from the ledge of the building above, the rangers trying to succeed where they had failed before. Four of the shots hit the devastators, all four shots hitting the same marine, the rangers having learnt their lesson and concentrating their toxins on a single target who fell from the sheer amount of vile poisons in his system. Nodding at this result, and confident in the ranger’s ability to deal with the devastators, the guardian rejoined his squad, who aimed again at the tactical squad, killing one but this time routing them from their position and forcing them to retreat behind their rhino, almost to the edge of the field. In retribution, the other guardian squad tried to eliminate the Land Speeder, but the Starcannon hit only once, and failed to damage the vehicle, the plasma merely running the exterior metal. </SPAN></FONT></P>
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<P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><B><FONT face=Verdana color=#ff6600 size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Space Marine Turn 2</SPAN></FONT></B></P>
<P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Although the Terminators failed to arrive on their deep strike attack, their absence was somewhat made up by a new squad of heavy weapon scouts moving on near the</SPAN> E<SPAN lang=EN-GB>ldar position, to the right of the reduced guardians with the Starcannon. Also, the sole remaining devastator stood his ground, the corpses of his brothers at his feet. The command squad, seeing troops fall all around them, embarked on the now-weaponless Razorback, which shot forward, crunching over the debris. The remnants of the tactical squad regrouped as well, and jumped into their rhino which also advanced, mirroring its razorback counterpart. The two remaining close combat scouts, seeing their target, the reapers, running followed, firing as they ran, but the bullets fell in the dust short of the aspects. The lascannon toting marine who had survived the destruction of his razorback opened fire on the responsible War Walker, but was still too shaken by his vehicle rupturing all around him and his shot went wide. The last devastator was similarly shaken by the slaughter of his squad, and missed the warp spiders with his heavy plasma gun. The typhoon pilot suffered no such trauma, opening fire on the other guardian squad with the cyclone missile launcher, killing four members of that squad. However, the squad barely had time to recover from this loss, as three more of their number fell within seconds, one to the storm bolters on the rhino and two others from the nearby scout's bolter shots.</SPAN></FONT></P>
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<P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><B><FONT face=Verdana color=#ff6600 size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Eldar Turn 3</SPAN></FONT></B></P>
<P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>To aid in the Eldar defence, the unhurt Farseer, grasping his spirit stone tightly, focussed his power through it, casting a good Fortune on the future of the Wraithlord and attempting to Guide the guardians with the scatter laser. As it had moved, the War Walkers shifted position to reacquire a target lock on the command squad’s razorback, locating it easily in the ruins; a perfect target. The second Farseer, sensing the rush of the anticipated kill nearby briefly touched minds with that of the War Walker pilots and, seeing through their eyes the nearness of the Razorback to his own position, psychically charged his singing spear and ran his squad around the forest to engage it. The nearby guardians, shocked by the sudden appearance of the scouts only managed to kill one of their number with the squads scatter laser, and the further multitude of wounds they caused with the barrage of shuriken that followed were ineffectual against the marines power armour, despite the Guiding of the seers! Trying to prioritise targets, the remnants of the second guardian squad fired their Starcannon directly at the rhino, but merely scorched the front of the armoured transport. Beneath the wraithbone hide of the Wraithlord, the spirit stone glowed incandescent, the soul within screaming at the passing of so many Eldar lives and, determined to protect its still-living kin, levelled its Starcannon at the approaching Land Speeder, the three supercharged bolts of plasma burning through the vehicle and incinerating it, leaving nothing but ash to drift to the floor (note: not only did all three shots hit, and all three penetrate the armour, but all three rolled 6’s on the vehicle penetration chart. This was a Wraithlord who was truly pissed!) With the Eldar determined to wipe out all marine vehicles, the Farseer let go of his spear, it hovering in front of him, and closed his eyes, sending it straight into the command squad’s razorback, causing it to explode, but all the passengers managed to disembark before the vehicle was reduced to slag. Watching this, the rangers levelled their rifles at the command squad milling about the wreckage, dropping one of their numbers, but cursed as the frenzied ministrations of the apothecary saved him from a painful death. Across the field, the spiders watched as the last devastator rested his plasma gun on a handy wall, aiming at the seer squad and took action. A veritable fog of monofilament spread out to engulf the marine, but the ‘spiders watched in horror as the strength of his power armour saved him form a multitude of certain wounds (This guy made 7/7 armour saves!). Assuming his aim would probably be as good as his survivability, an assumption soon to be tested as the marine looked up away from the floor at the squad, then smoothly swung his plasma gun up to face them, they made a second warp jump, out of sight. </SPAN></FONT></P>
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<P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><B><FONT face=Verdana color=#ff6600 size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Space Marine Turn 3</SPAN></FONT></B></P>
<P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>The dark reapers, still skirting along the Eldar lines and being pursued by the scouts suddenly skidded to a stop when five flashes in front subsided to leave a squad of terminators directly in the centre of the Eldar line. The commander, noting the seers turn to face this new threat, ran his squad directly towards them, hoping to crush their frail bodies before they even turned to notice. The rhino pilot, realising his vehicle had become the last on the field, and therefore an obvious target, thought “What the hell?”, and gunned the vehicle forward, dropping the squad off as he stopped. Whatever induced faith in the Emperor that had kept the devastator put so far wore off, and he turned and bolted for the marine edge. Distracted by this, the last two members of the nearby tactical squad lost their concentration, the lascannon missing the War Walker again. The terminators fired at the guardians and, despite the Eldar frailty, only two fell. However, broken by this barrage of fire, the guardians broke for the table edge. Fearful of the Wraithlord so close by, the scouts opened fire on it, the heavy bolter studding the wraithbone armour with small pockets, but with the Bonesingers song lamenting across the field, they healed even as the scouts watched, and the sniper rifles had no noticeable effect on the towering construct. Stunned by this, the scouts lowered their weapons in resignation as the Wraithlord turned towards them. Suddenly, as it moved closer, the remnants of the tactical squad ran from behind the rhino in a frenzy to engage it. With cries of “Die, for the emperor, die!” a great gout of flame erupted towards the spirit warrior, the flames licking at its arms and body. Despite being unable to damage it in the slightest, the frenzied marines continued to charge the construction, hacking ineffectually at its legs. When their assault finally died down after no result, the Wraithlord swiftly brought its crackling powerfists down together, crushing each marine either side of the sergeant. With similar fury, the command squad charged the seer council, the techmarine running onto a singing spear of a Farseer, and the commander cleaving a warlock in half. Aghast at the ferocity of this attack, the seers broke off and ran into the forest. </SPAN></FONT></P>
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<P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><B><FONT face=Verdana color=#ff6600 size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Eldar Turn 4</SPAN></FONT></B></P>
<P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Despite the combined experience of many centuries, the number of enemies around prevented the seers regrouping and they erupted from the forest toward the field edge, robes flapping as they ran. The similarly running guardians managed to regain their composure on the field edge and reformed their ranks. Determined to finish the job, the warp spiders teleported, moving swiftly through the warp and reforming by the broken devastator, surrounding him completely. The marine, finding no path through the bulky warriors stood motionless, defiant, as they raised their monofilament spinners and liquidised him. Far less co-ordinated, across the field the Eldar turned their fire against the armoured behemoths that was the terminators. The hurried shots of five of the rangers managed to fell one, while a more careful shot from the most experienced seemed to be unhindered by the armour, killing another. A barrage of krak and reaper missiles, however, merely exploded on the armour of the marines, jolting them, but doing no more. Annoyed, the exarch looked up at the War Walker pilots for assistance, which they provided, a bright lance punching straight through the chest of one terminator, but all other shots impotent against the tactical dreadnought armour. The two remaining terminators seemed unfazed, and both turned their heads to watch the fleeing seers… Eager to kill the remaining marines, the spiders jumped to the building by the lascannon marine, ready for the next strike. The last surviving sergeant continued to cling to the Wraithlords leg, emptying his bolter into it, firing even as its hand came down and sliced him bodily in half.</SPAN></FONT></P>
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<P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><B><FONT face=Verdana color=#ff6600 size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Space Marine Turn 4</SPAN></FONT></B></P>
<P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Eager to consolidate the marine advantage, a tactical squad came on behind the scouts, while the second scout squad finally came into range of the reapers, but the one shot that hit failing to wound an aspect. In the cover of the buildings and giving the War Walkers up for a lost cause, the marine swung his lascannon toward the Wraithlord, hitting and wounding it squarely, its armour proving futile against the high energy laser shot. Spurred on by their battle brothers sacrifice, the scouts again opened fire on the ‘lord, but with the same fruitless result. The recently arrived tactical squad pulled their bolters on the guardians; the explosive rounds decimating three of the agile Eldar. Leaving their fallen comrades, the two terminators turned to face the seers, heavy flamer billowing out to wound a Farseer. Their stormbolters caused another wound on the same seer, the ornate rune armour protecting the rest of the squad. This armour proved useless to their powerfists, however, when their charge killed the wounded seer and a warlock. Similarly, the tactical squad charged the last three guardians, wiping them out and leaving the weapon platform floating uselessly, but not until the guardians put up a brave fight, killing one marine.</SPAN></FONT></P>
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<P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><B><FONT face=Verdana color=#ff6600 size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Eldar Turn 5</SPAN></FONT></B></P>
<P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>To complete their mission, the ‘spiders warped through the walls of the building, firing even as they materialised and killed the sergeant, but his falling body protected his fellow marine. Abandoning their flight, the reapers turned and, sighting carefully sent 6 missiles into the two pursuing scouts, leaving only a small crater to mark their graves. Their luck waning, the combined fire of the War Walkers could only account for one member of the tactical squad. Even the surviving guardian’s scatter laser fared better, with each of its three hits killing a target. Despite the chaos ensuing below them, the rangers carefully sighted at two of the scouts, killing them. Below, desperate, alone and mortally wounded, the Farseer concentrated and cast mind war against the terminator sergeant, the strong attack causing six wounds on the man, who dropped like a stone. However, this attack weakened the Farseer further, and he was unable to adequately defend himself from the last terminator, who ripped him apart. Fearing space marine reinforcements, the warp spiders fled, teleporting again to the cover of the building. However, their continuous use of this method of transport had obviously attracted the attention of some daemon, for as they were briefly surrounded by the swirling miasma of the warp, a large, dark beast tore forward and THROUGH the body of the exarch who, upon rematerialisation, collapsed like a broken doll. The spiders each muttered a silent prayer at the sight of the blank spirit stone on the man’s chest, and for his lost soul. </SPAN></FONT></P>
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<P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><B><FONT face=Verdana color=#ff6600 size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Space Marine Turn 5</SPAN></FONT></B></P>
<P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Proving the ‘spiders right, a squad of close combat scouts arrived around the sole tactical squad marine, whose lascannon once again missed the War Walkers, the Wraithlord having moved out of sight. These scouts managed to kill two more of the warp spiders as they tended the fallen body of their fellow aspect, but the rest of the marines did not fare so well, with a frag missile exploding short of its guardian squad target, the rhino’s stormbolter failing to find the rangers swathed in their camo-cloaks and the last terminator’s heavy flamer barely scorching the Wraithlord. Even the other scout failed to wound the Wraithlord with his sniper rifle. Unperturbed, the close combat scouts charged and decimated the spiders, still crowded around their fallen. The terminator charged the Wraithlord, his powerfist robbing it of a wound, while its twin fists eliminated him, too. </SPAN></FONT></P>
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<P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><B><FONT face=Verdana color=#ff6600 size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Eldar Turn 6</SPAN></FONT></B></P>
<P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>With very little in range or sight, the reapers ran again, this time away from the Eldar concentration, the War Walkers turning tail and following them, legs bending to bring the pilots down to almost ground level. The guardians abandoned their position, running behind the ranger-held building, meeting the Wraithlord who moved in from the opposite direction, pausing only to melt the rhino where it rested. As the only Eldar unit to hold its position, the ranger unit opened fire on the scouts far across the field, killing only one, his body falling amongst the ‘spiders at his feet.</SPAN></FONT></P>
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<P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><B><FONT face=Verdana color=#ff6600 size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Space Marine Turn 6</SPAN></FONT></B></P>
<P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN lang=EN-GB>Time was swiftly running out for the marines, and their efforts to eradicate the Eldar seemed useless. The steep angle of attack meant the tactical squads frag missile flew into the sky, missing the rangers on the roof of the building above. However, as the falling frag forced the rangers out of cover briefly, the sniper scout toppled one of them from the building with a snap shot. But, just as the body fell, a harsh alien cry went up from the Bonesingers, and the alien construct began crackling. For the scout, watching the alien’s body fall, the space around seemed to crystallise, the body slowing as it tumbled to the floor. For a second, the body seemed to hang in the air, and then the swirling black bubble that had formed within the alien device suddenly expanded in all directions, encompassing the Eldar who stood, arms raised as if to embrace it. Before the body could even hit the floor, the Eldar presence was no more. </SPAN></FONT></P>
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<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px" align=justify><FONT face=Verdana size=2>The commander emerged from the forest and walked towards the alien construct. All around, marines stood from cover, and assembled. As he approached, the commander’s foot was snagged. Looking down, he saw the hand of one of the alien mutant pyskers grasping his foot. He reached down, and hoisted the battered alien off the floor. Coughing blood, the alien grinned. “You have lost, monkeigh” it said, “we have followed our instructions. Your destiny is made and you have no choice but to walk the path we have set for you. Eldrad has told us this, and it is at the hands of Eldrad you will die soon!”. With this, the alien died. Without saying a word, the commander suddenly swung, hitting the gate with the body. Again and again, his arm becoming a blur until he finally dropped the body, if that word could still be use to describe it anymore, and marched off the field, men in pursuit. </FONT></P>
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