'Drop your weapons and no one will be hurt!', shouts Matthias towards the unidentifed but on fire figures in front of us. 'We surrender!' The only person of the four not engulfed in flames is clearly intimidated by my keen senses and rather vicious flamer, but perhaps not finding Matthias's sense of humour to be […]
Working our way deeper in to the space hulk, away from the slavering warp beasts that killed the unnamed Space Marine, we find ourselves facing a rune-covered black ship, one Mordecai recognises. This kind of ship ferries psykers to be sacrificed to the God Emperor, the carved runes designed to suppress psychic energies. Whilst the […]
'Let's get a recap of the last session. Who remembers what happened?' 'We found the sword and completed the adventure.' 'Okay. If any of you can tell me where you found it I'll award the XP and we can finish the adventure.' 'In a stone!' 'In a skeleton's hand!' 'You're both wrong. So you're standing […]
Not long after facing the piratical Eldar we encounter a couple more warp beasts. Those of us who aren't feared in to fleeing make quick work of the doggies, as they appear at sufficient distance for guns to rip through them before they close to biting range. A few dozen warp beasts apparently nearby take […]
Pushing deeper in to the space hulk briefly separates us from Brother Sergeant Agamorr, our Death Watch Space Marine guardian. His hulking size, exaggerated by power armour, keeps him on the other side of a rather small door whilst we scout ahead. Brother Sergeant could bash his way in, but we'd rather not attract too […]
'I have a laser thingy on my thingy, so does that give me thingy to my thingy?' 'It's hard to say.'
Boarding the space hulk isn't so bad, there's even a breathable atmosphere. It's a bit parky, though, and no powered systems to heat up the amalgamation of ships or even provide much light. We are relying on our own instruments to help guide us. The choice of docking platform is an old imperial ship, lost […]
Minding our own business, a squad of Inquisitorial Stormtroopers arrive. As imposing as they look, Dariel puts it in to perspective. 'We've no worries about being shot', he murmurs, referring to their notorious aiming abilities. Luckily, they aren't here to shoot us, instead informing us that our services are required. A quick shuttle trip in […]