Ill Tides: Compass Points

 KoW / 1500 points / Compass Points / TK Win

It had all started well enough thought Arlantrix, a Void-skiff patrol has spotted a large dwarven army heading inland towards the hill range. Seizing the chance to ambush her opponents for once she had gathered the available crews of the ships she had to hand and set off after them. Considering the shortness of their legs the dwarves had moved quickly and by the time her force had caught up with them they where already grubbing around in the dirt.

Arlantrix had no idea what it was they sort but the presence of their Leader, Sycorax, indicated that at least he thought it was important enough to lead the force himself. 

Arlantrix had noted the large number of guns her enemy had brought with them and ordered Zor'damos  and her corsair crew to hold back as long as possible to try and draw the dwarfs forwards.

She had placed herself on the of the army along with Khresh, a Soulbane who had proven himself in previous battles and been awarded a mighty Nightmare to ride into battle. Along with a couple of Void-Skiff squadrons she hoped to close on the enemy and ride them down.

It had started off well enough with a dwarven unit being routed in the first assault, she'd also caught the enemy unaware with a new spell. Since the last encounter when she'd been personally assaulted by a hulking monstrosity Arlantrix had been searching for a way to turn the enemies strength against them, and she'd found it. A spell called the Alchemist's curse, the more heavily armoured the opponent the stronger the force of the spell against them. With this she's attacked the enemies animated Golem's, threatening to turn them back into piles of rocks.

Things had however taken a turn for the worse when first one and then the other Void-skiff squadron was turned into splinters by the enemy Golems and worse followed. Somehow the dwarves had found a way past her defences and hexed her. Even thinking about casting a spell gave her a blinding headache and uttering one was much worse. As soon as she'd completed the Alchemist's curse Arlantrix was wracked with unimaginable pain and a being of lesser willpower would have collapsed. She however clung to consciousness.

In the centre the dwarves had been tempted forwards to get into range to unleash their fire-storm and at the last moment possible Zor'damos had lead her corsairs forwards into the enemy. As gunpowder exploded and fireballs splashed across her troops Zor'damos launched herself into the enemy ranks headless of the danger. The dwarves had also unleashed a new weapon on her troops, a device witch spewed forth great streams of flame.

Despite the torrent of fire the corsairs launched themselves into the enemy ranks and started to cut down the cowardly dwarves who had sought to hide behind their guns. At this point Khresh had appeared behind the dwarven lines and despite being subjected to attack by the flame-throwing weapon had launched himself back into combat.

At this point Arlantrix had staggered out of the woods, covered in her own blood that she had vomited up due to the pain of casting spells she was barely able to stay standing but through her iron-like willpower she remained upright. She had just enough energy to cast one final spell on Sycorax which saw the dwarf collapse as the last of his troops around him where massacred. 

The only thing left to complete the victory was to cut the dwarfs heart out with her knife but as she staggered over to his body she was foiled. Out of the skies swept a troop of Gargoyles which had hovered on the side of the battle without committing themselves. Now they sought to gain some measure of forgiveness by stealing away the unconscious dwarf leader from the massacre.

And now the battle was done, Arlantrix slumped wearily on the ground, unable to care about her troops seeing her brought low. The willpower it had taken to fight through the hex had all but drained her strength and it would take some time for her to regain her strength.

Next time: Armada / 250 points / Prize Salvage

8th Army: Growing the Platoon

As we've not played a campaign game this week I have some time to show off some more of the troops for my 8th Army force, these are all Perry models.

As I'd been painting up a fair bit of infantry I decided to throw a vehicle into the mix and painted up a recon unit with it's jeep. I'm still waiting on the unit decals to arrive so they will be applied later on. 

V for Victory isn't a vehicle heavy game but you can't really do WW2 without the odd vehicle so including a scout unit in a jeep is a good place to start. The crew can dismount so I also painted them up in case they want to leap out and take cover, or if the jeep is destroyed.

Force building in V for Victory is pretty straightforward with each side getting a command section and a couple of infantry sections as a base force and then a certain number of stars to spend on extras. An average game seems to use between 6 - 12 stars of additional troops and you can see the basic options for the British below. AFV's have their own section and can easily run up to 5 - 9 stars so you won't get much else if you bring a couple to the table.

Each unit starts with the number of men and weapons in bold and you can fill out the ranks with reinforcements  bought in to the maximum shown by the greyed out figures. You can also drop a model to swap 4 rifles to SMG's if you want some more close range firepower.

As well as the recon unit I've been working on some 1 star support choices so I've painted up an A/T rifle unit and a sniper unit. 

I've also completed the 2nd and 3rd infantry sections to bring the platoon up to full strength. It remains to be seen if you are better off reinforcing your two starting sections up to 11 men (from 8) or going with a 3rd section.

I had a few models left over on the sprue so I also made up one points worth of reinforcements and also some SMG troops to swap out. SMG's have twice the firepower of rifles when up close so you may want an assault section if you think you are going to be on the offensive.

I also had a few leftovers from the SAS pack I bought to get the sniper model so I've painted them up as well, I'm sure they will come in useful at some point.

And here we have everything I've painted up so far. I'm now working on some more support weapons with a HMG, mortar, and A/T gun next in line to be painted up.

Ill Tides: A Storm Brewing

Armada / 250 points / A Storm Brewing / Draw

Wedged…..trapped…..shackled.  Between a cruel Mistress and a pitiless Master.  The anonymous admiral surveyed the black tar pool, a shifting mausoleum of briny pillars and swirling halls.  Whose crypt though?

Despatched by the Ironcaster to recover what The Ironjawz had been unable to the anonymous admiral looked out into the gloom, heavy storms spanned the mid ocean.  Whose crypt he repeated to himself….

The Dark Elves could be spied through small windows in the maelstrom ahead…….one Butcher……no, two Butchers.  A gad-fly of a Neddlefang, and two others, what are they? He strained through the wall of sheeting rain.  A Heartseeker, he was sure, and the other, an Assassin? No, an Impaler!  The admiral was rather pleased with himself for having identified the paltry ‘trawlers’.

His own flotilla set off straight for the heart of the tempest - the pride of the fleet the fearsome Arbiter of Pain; the Angkor; Infernox; Decimator; & Katsuchan.  All names, every last one, to shake the bowels of any who opposed the Hell Forged Squat Menace.

The dwarves pushed on and the Elves broke around the far side of an island between the two sides - typical of the Corsairs to brazenly retreat from the fray.  The dwarves were hampered by their speed but their hellforged engines allowed them to manoeuvre adeptly. Led by the Decimator It bore down on the coop which was the straggling rear of the elven line like a vulpine terror.  And like the wily fox it wrought havoc among it’s prey - sharp shooting damaged the Heartseeker and set her ablaze to-boot.  The panic which ensued saw one of the Butchers, in it’s scramble to escape the press of the dwarves, run aground sitting like a pathetic emasculated Goredrake awaiting the inevitable despatch to the briny cavernous mausoleum!

The Evil Brigands were in disarray, sailing for their lives away from literally one dwarven vessel, albeit the deadly Dragon Fire ship.

However victory was far from won and the capricious Gods would definitely be favouring the Twilight Kin.  They rallied their Heartseeker, Impaler and remaining Butcher.  The dwarves had sought to position themselves to blast away the wounded hulk on the sandbank but the squally storms swirled and scudded acting like a protective cloak to prevent any true salvos being fired.

The Impaler heroically sailed to protect the wounded beast positioning herself to absorb the onslaught of the Arbiter of Pain leading to her inevitable crippling but she’d done her duty.  The Heartseeker sped up and engaged the scourge of the Pirates, the Decimator who being a sly fox of a vessel was no match for a marauding raiding party and was sadly overwhelmed.  It had done the anonymous admiral proud.

The Heroic Impaler spied it’s chance and forged on and rammed the spirited Katuschan which had been chipped at in waves by the evil pirates and was fatally holed and sunk.  A desperate act indeed as the Impaler quickly followed its quarry to the bottom of the remorseless ocean. This left the stranded Butcher at the mercy of the Arbiter of Pain however no matter how much hot lead could be poured into her dismembered flank the hulk continued to resist - such Devilry!

The storms closed around the remaining vessels like the Kraken’s tentacles and it was time for the remaining crews to save themselves from the wrath of the Gods…….

Next time: KoW/ 1500 points/ Compass Points