Nestor surveyed the scene before him and smiled. Rising to the heavens stood a tangle of blistered metal, fused stone and tortured flesh twisted together into a perversion of sculpture offering sweet praise to She Who thirsts. Daemonettes danced and cavorted around the obscene monolith, taking it in turns to hang the bodies of fallen Space Wolves and Black Templars onto its grotesque protrusions.
Nestor watched with amusement as the Daemonettes dropped their macabre trophies at the sight of N’kari approaching them. The Daemonettes rushed towards the Keeper of Secrets, encircling him like eager children who run towards a parent, all ready to tell them all about their day. The beguiling daemon held aloft the body of a marine in its lacquered claws, laughing as his children leapt into the air to try to claim their present. The Space Wolf let out a moan and a squeal of delight pierced the air as the Daemonettes realised their present still lived. Within a heartbeat their impish glee turned to wanton lust and their arousal threatened to bring down the mighty daemon. An orgy of violence erupted as N’kari tossed the marine into their midst.
Nestor’s comm-link crackled into life…..”Area secure, my Lord. Shall we make camp?”
“Negative, our allies are not yet spent, prepare to move out.” Replied Nestor as he turned towards his troops. Behind him the Space Wolf began to scream….
|Helfrost, gateway to the Pandora Cluster. A bleak and desolate place that was destined to become a frozen hell for many.|
A bunch of the Cold Steel Mercs got together at Warhammer World for a few games to trial our armies for an upcoming tournament. Much fun was had by all and I thought the games would be the ideal start for the Storms of Judgement campaign.
The Battle for Hellfrost
The Crusade of Deliverance
Two Imperial armies were sighted, Neil's Space Wolves/Black Templars and Alex's Space Wolves army. Conditions should have been ideal for the warriors of Fenris, and in a sneaky ploy they over-loaded one detachment to claim the Spaceport. Unfortunately this was to the detriment of the other detachment and they failed to claim any further territory.
The Prophets of War
Michael's Necrons, Paul's Tau and the capricious Castigators all fought for the Prophets. The Necrons, obviously didn't like being woken up and crushed every army they met. Over the two days three territories were claimed.
The Slave to Darkness
The Castigators, Neil's Khorne Daemon army with Heldrake allies and a Death Guard army looked to be smashing all before them in the early stages, but fortunately like typical baddies they started fighting amongst themselves! The Castigators had managed to knoble Festus Blightmaster’s navigator, leaving them stranded in the warp, only for another Festus, Festus Giftbringer to turn up on the second day and give the Castigators a sound spanking! The Castigators salvaged some pride though as they effortlessly brought Khornes whelps to heel. Even with all the double dealing going on the Slaves to Darkness still managed to claim three territories.
The snow turned red as many territories swapped hands over the weekend but as the long night cast it's shadows across Helfrost the armies hunkered down to await the return of the distant sun.
Until next time, may Our Lady grant you her number.