Your counters were really awesome, stiff competition but just goes to show how good they were.
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Your counters were really awesome, stiff competition but just goes to show how good they were.
Speaking of yummy ... I believe @radulykan managed to leave with some of that tasty cake still in the tin.
We found an unguarded stash of 15 pieces of the delicious stuff, so after checking that all 12 pieces were securely stowed, we transported the 10 pieces out of the room and down the hall, (where a stumble nearly caused the half dozen pieces to tumble down the stairs) and safely delivered both pieces of cake to @radulykan who was waiting patiently below.
Yet another reason for attending my Yak brothers, delicious cake, no lie.
We found an unguarded stash of 15 pieces of the delicious stuff, so after checking that all 12 pieces were securely stowed, we transported the 10 pieces out of the room and down the hall, (where a stumble nearly caused the half dozen pieces to tumble down the stairs) and safely delivered both pieces of cake to @radulykan who was waiting patiently below.
Yet another reason for attending my Yak brothers, delicious cake, no lie.
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Yes! The cake! If it is a lie then everyone’s mouth was full of lies all weekend. 
Managed to grab two pieces for me and mrs noodle to enjoy at home, she loved it @radulykan and now knows I didn’t lie when I said it was one of the best bakes I’ve ever tasted.
Managed to grab two pieces for me and mrs noodle to enjoy at home, she loved it @radulykan and now knows I didn’t lie when I said it was one of the best bakes I’ve ever tasted.
Yes! The cake! If it is a lie then everyone’s mouth was full of lies all weekend.
Managed to grab two pieces for me and mrs noodle to enjoy at home, she loved it @radulykan and now knows I didn’t lie when I said it was one of the best bakes I’ve ever tasted.
@Edelweiss kept offering to bring me a piece. She'd go to get me one and by the time she'd got back she'd 'forgotten' . I think the lie in this cake is it got eaten in transit
I kept doing the same for @StusIdle, but I didn’t have to sneak off to a van to eat mine.
Where can a find a list of the dates of future “meats”? I assume the Sump Sea Spiderfest “Tribe Fleet” will be this time 2020?
Sump Sea Spiderfest “Tribe Fleet”?
Do I need to buy/build a boat!?
I was fancying this, suitably updated... Might be a bit big, though...
https://sarissa-precision.com/collections/japan-28mm/products/japanesewakopirateship
No thanks needed, I was just paranoid that I'd sent them to the wrong place!
if you see this desperate gang of Underhive Scummers, do not approach them. Report their location to your nearest Adeptus Precinct.
Most of them are barely housebroken, and 1 of them will lick you ! (You know who you are! )
Most of them are barely housebroken, and 1 of them will lick you ! (You know who you are! )
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My fault, I should have explained that the remaining prizes were chosen by the category winners. Ned snapped up your things for winning best food crates in the Golden Yak awards.
The atmosphere in the room was frosty. The Arbite Captain eyeballed Father Solomon Judas with barely concealed revulsion, whilst solomon regarded the Captain as a mere serf, clamouring to serve the emperor and inexplicably becoming a paragon of authority, yet without following the true Imperial Creed. On each side, Arbite troopers and Redemptionists fingered weapons and glowered.
"It seems we're on the same side." The Captain gruffly stated.
"The correct side, you mean? We of the Redemption are always there... it is a shame that you only join us when you have failed in your duty to the Emperor."
"We are above reproach..." the captain began, before being interrupted by an alabaster armoured figure striding into the room.
"We all serve the emperor in our own ways, gentlemen" she said, with a look that even stayed Father Judas' tongue for once, "we have a job to do today. Efficiently and quickly. The Arbites have only just arrived and you, well, you've been here all along. You've seen the living dead. You've witnessed the citizenry resorting to... cannibalism." she spat the last word.
"We need the intel. Which gangs have been holding out? Who can we deputise to aid us in purifying Fury's Rest?"
A bank of cogitator screens came to life along two walls - two tech adepts walking their length again and again, swinging incence burners that added an acrid spice to the air.
The screens showed images of gangs and gangers - resting, fighting, cowering in cover, firing wildly, screaming challenges to unknown foes. Some images were grainy and corrupted almost to the point of indecipherability, some crystal clear, some in full colour, some in monochrome black, red or green. A thousand images flashed up, zombies, humans, mutants, cannibaals... heretics.
Father Judas studied them for minutes. Eventually the Arbite Captain cleared his throat.
"Well?" he asked, "Do you see any you recognise? Any who would aid us? Any still pure? There are Priests with some of them, they must have a speck of hope..."
Father Judas laghed bitterly. "Hope? To hope is to show weakness. To hope tells the Emperor that you are not sufficiently engaged in your work and prayer. These people have hope. They have hope to be relieved of their duties and responsibilities. Well. We shall certainly relieve them of those. Rendering them surplus to requirements, and disposable."
"Are none still holding out against the corruption?" the alabaster figure asked.
Father Judas fixed her with a stare. Hers was just as hard - carrying a force that conveyed that she could end him at any time she liked.
"They are heretics. All of them. The dome is lost. Burn them all."
The alabaster armoured woman turned to look at the banks of screens. Imperial subjects killing - and eating - imperial subjects. She felt a wave of anger rise inside her, but kept control - she was, after all, of the Ordo Hospitaller, not a battle company.
She turned to the Captain, "Do it. Seize the sector seven through nine gates and hold them. Some may come through peacefully. But if they attack... well... we know it's lost."
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
A lasbolt from a tower barely visible in the distance seared her headdress. A black armoured stormtrooper crouched beside some rubble near her stood and motioned to her: "Ma'am, you should keep yourself in cover, they're..." he was cut short as a stub round punched a crazed hole in the visor of his left eye. He dropped to the ground with a heavy thump - stone dead. She glanced down at the body. Another wasted Imperial citizen.
She heard crackled murmuring in her headset - the Valkyrie was incoming, it was to help try and hold the gate longer. But despite the litanies of purity being broadcast through the loudhailers and demands for imperial citizens to come forward unarmed to be assessed and granted exit from Fury's Rest, none were coming peacefully. Half of the enforcers were dead or dying, the battery in her gauntlet was critically low, she'd run out of needle rounds hours ago and still the gangs and zombies came again and again trying to force their way through to the next dome.
The air thundered as the Valkyrie swooped overhead, streams of rocket exhaust darting from its wings to the base of the building the shot which had nearly hit her had come from. She saw the blossoming fireball and a second or two later heard the thunderous boom of detonation. The building collapsed vertically down in on itself in a cloud of flame and dust that washed up the street like a tidal wave.
She closed her eyes as the stone chips plinked off her armour and the dust reduced visibilty to a few inches. As it began to settle again, she watched the valkyrie loop between buildings and head back towards her. A flicker of light from a tall, slab-like tower caught her eye, and faster than she could possibly comm a warning to them, a searing purple ball of plasma struck the valkyrie above the left wing. The shot punched right through - a ball of flame bursting through the bottom of the ship, which dropped from the air with a scream of failing tubines and superheated metal. It hit hard, blasting a hole in the Arbite lines with a wash of exploding av fuel. She heard the screams of the burning through her comm before silencing it.
That allowed the screams from in front of her to be clearly heard, as again the gangs of Fury's Rest rushed the Arbite lines. She checked her armaments - there was nothing she could throw at them anymore, no ammunution, barely and power and even her chiurgical gauntlet's chainblade motor had finally siezed, clogged with zombie ichor.
She spied the boltgun beside the dead stormtrooper. Tentatively, aware the gangers were rushing closer, she picked it up. It was heavy and brutalist. This was not a finely made instrument of mercy and life-saving surgery that could be used in defence if called for... no. This was designed to punch mass-reactive bolts into a target and blow it to bits, maim it or otherwise cause it as much harm as possible as quickly as possible. There was a plate on the bottom engraved with rows of twenty digit numbers, each only fractions of an inch high. Every number - and there must have been at least a hundred - was scored out bar the last one. From a corner of the plate that had been blown off at some point, she could see it covered another list, also probably containing a hundred or so numbers. Service numbers of the troopers who had been issued this very boltgun over the centuries and subsequently killed. Killed fighting Imperial subjects to try and save the Imperium.
An angry scream cut through the air and broke her out of her reverie. An Escher with a sword and heavily bandaged arm screamed and ran directly at her, raising her good arm to strike.
Angelique D'Alesssandro, sister of the Ordo Hospitaller swung the heavy gun up and with a roaring rapport punched a bolt shell into the woman. She was thrown back a yard before the bolt detonated, showering Angelique with blood and bone.
Another ganger, this time a man in a purple armored bodysuit, ran at her. He fired an autogun, three bullets spalling off her cuirasse and leaving bright white scars in the burned and tarnished surface. Angelique felt a wave of anger course through her body, this time she didn't check it.
"What the hell is wrong with you people?" she screamed, blasting the Van Saar's left arm off at the shoulder with another bolt.
"We're trying to save you and you attack us!" she put a bolt round into the head of a bright orange haired zombie which was charging from the smoke, causing a shower of hair and skull to rain down around her.
"You fight alongside the lost!" Another bolt, a screaming Orlock crawling away, dragging the blood-gushing stump of his right thigh.
"You eschew all that you were to damage the imperium that is trying to keep you safe!" A storm of bolt shells creating a writhing bloody mess of a group of Goliaths.
From behid her, the whirling scream of a multilaser opening up and stitching a torrent of lasbolts down the street. The gangers melted away into the shadows and within moments it was quiet again. The barrel of the bolter smoked lazily as she held it steady pointing down the street.
"Ma'am!" came a voice from behind her. Captain Arctus skidded down the ramp of his Chimera. "Ma'am, we have to go immediately. They've closed the other gates, the rest of the hordes are heading right here. It's over." He finished with a tone of sadness in his voice.
Angelique studied the bolter again. She'd killed those people. Even the ones that were no immediate direct threat to her. And it had felt good.
"Good." she said, and strode up the ramp into the confines of the Chmiera, "This place is finshed."
The ramp groaned upwards and closed with a jarring thud.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++
They rolled through the final open gate of Fury's Rest as they were beginning to grind closed. Bullets, bolts, shot and lasers zinged and spanged and killed gangers, zombies and Arbites as the gates began to oh so slowly grind closed. The field of fire grew narrower and narrower as the massive adamantium structures thirty feet thick crunched and scraped throgh the road surface that had at some point in the murky depths of time been laid over their runners - the transport workers no doubt thinking the great invasion gates deep within the hive would never in their wildest dreams need to be closed.
It took minutes before, finally, with a thunderous roar of compressed air from between the two mating faces, the gates shut tight. Ancient green lumens blinked to life from top to bottom indicating a good seal.
Angelique watched from the open top hatch of the Chimera as adepts ran and scuttled up to the gates to anoint them with holy oils and blessings.
She saw off to one side an out-of-place gaggle of Guild of Sanitation workers pointing alternately at ancient faded plan printouts and gesticulting at the massive tangles of pipework which covered the low ceiling of this inter-dome passage. One of them ran up to an ornately dressed official, chattering away urgently. The official looked bored. He listened for a moment, and the sanitation worker stopped, clearly awaiting instruction.
Angelique saw the official wave his hand dismissively and lip read the words - "Do it" - as the Chimera rumbled into the bright lights and bustling streets of the neighboring dome. She looked down at the bolt gun again, with its litany of death. Using the final remnants of power from her guntlet laser, she scored out the last number, and beneath it she painstakingly inscribed the Fleur of the Sisters of Battle. She, at least, had no intention of dying any time soon - she had work to do.
"It seems we're on the same side." The Captain gruffly stated.
"The correct side, you mean? We of the Redemption are always there... it is a shame that you only join us when you have failed in your duty to the Emperor."
"We are above reproach..." the captain began, before being interrupted by an alabaster armoured figure striding into the room.
"We all serve the emperor in our own ways, gentlemen" she said, with a look that even stayed Father Judas' tongue for once, "we have a job to do today. Efficiently and quickly. The Arbites have only just arrived and you, well, you've been here all along. You've seen the living dead. You've witnessed the citizenry resorting to... cannibalism." she spat the last word.
"We need the intel. Which gangs have been holding out? Who can we deputise to aid us in purifying Fury's Rest?"
A bank of cogitator screens came to life along two walls - two tech adepts walking their length again and again, swinging incence burners that added an acrid spice to the air.
The screens showed images of gangs and gangers - resting, fighting, cowering in cover, firing wildly, screaming challenges to unknown foes. Some images were grainy and corrupted almost to the point of indecipherability, some crystal clear, some in full colour, some in monochrome black, red or green. A thousand images flashed up, zombies, humans, mutants, cannibaals... heretics.
Father Judas studied them for minutes. Eventually the Arbite Captain cleared his throat.
"Well?" he asked, "Do you see any you recognise? Any who would aid us? Any still pure? There are Priests with some of them, they must have a speck of hope..."
Father Judas laghed bitterly. "Hope? To hope is to show weakness. To hope tells the Emperor that you are not sufficiently engaged in your work and prayer. These people have hope. They have hope to be relieved of their duties and responsibilities. Well. We shall certainly relieve them of those. Rendering them surplus to requirements, and disposable."
"Are none still holding out against the corruption?" the alabaster figure asked.
Father Judas fixed her with a stare. Hers was just as hard - carrying a force that conveyed that she could end him at any time she liked.
"They are heretics. All of them. The dome is lost. Burn them all."
The alabaster armoured woman turned to look at the banks of screens. Imperial subjects killing - and eating - imperial subjects. She felt a wave of anger rise inside her, but kept control - she was, after all, of the Ordo Hospitaller, not a battle company.
She turned to the Captain, "Do it. Seize the sector seven through nine gates and hold them. Some may come through peacefully. But if they attack... well... we know it's lost."
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
A lasbolt from a tower barely visible in the distance seared her headdress. A black armoured stormtrooper crouched beside some rubble near her stood and motioned to her: "Ma'am, you should keep yourself in cover, they're..." he was cut short as a stub round punched a crazed hole in the visor of his left eye. He dropped to the ground with a heavy thump - stone dead. She glanced down at the body. Another wasted Imperial citizen.
She heard crackled murmuring in her headset - the Valkyrie was incoming, it was to help try and hold the gate longer. But despite the litanies of purity being broadcast through the loudhailers and demands for imperial citizens to come forward unarmed to be assessed and granted exit from Fury's Rest, none were coming peacefully. Half of the enforcers were dead or dying, the battery in her gauntlet was critically low, she'd run out of needle rounds hours ago and still the gangs and zombies came again and again trying to force their way through to the next dome.
The air thundered as the Valkyrie swooped overhead, streams of rocket exhaust darting from its wings to the base of the building the shot which had nearly hit her had come from. She saw the blossoming fireball and a second or two later heard the thunderous boom of detonation. The building collapsed vertically down in on itself in a cloud of flame and dust that washed up the street like a tidal wave.
She closed her eyes as the stone chips plinked off her armour and the dust reduced visibilty to a few inches. As it began to settle again, she watched the valkyrie loop between buildings and head back towards her. A flicker of light from a tall, slab-like tower caught her eye, and faster than she could possibly comm a warning to them, a searing purple ball of plasma struck the valkyrie above the left wing. The shot punched right through - a ball of flame bursting through the bottom of the ship, which dropped from the air with a scream of failing tubines and superheated metal. It hit hard, blasting a hole in the Arbite lines with a wash of exploding av fuel. She heard the screams of the burning through her comm before silencing it.
That allowed the screams from in front of her to be clearly heard, as again the gangs of Fury's Rest rushed the Arbite lines. She checked her armaments - there was nothing she could throw at them anymore, no ammunution, barely and power and even her chiurgical gauntlet's chainblade motor had finally siezed, clogged with zombie ichor.
She spied the boltgun beside the dead stormtrooper. Tentatively, aware the gangers were rushing closer, she picked it up. It was heavy and brutalist. This was not a finely made instrument of mercy and life-saving surgery that could be used in defence if called for... no. This was designed to punch mass-reactive bolts into a target and blow it to bits, maim it or otherwise cause it as much harm as possible as quickly as possible. There was a plate on the bottom engraved with rows of twenty digit numbers, each only fractions of an inch high. Every number - and there must have been at least a hundred - was scored out bar the last one. From a corner of the plate that had been blown off at some point, she could see it covered another list, also probably containing a hundred or so numbers. Service numbers of the troopers who had been issued this very boltgun over the centuries and subsequently killed. Killed fighting Imperial subjects to try and save the Imperium.
An angry scream cut through the air and broke her out of her reverie. An Escher with a sword and heavily bandaged arm screamed and ran directly at her, raising her good arm to strike.
Angelique D'Alesssandro, sister of the Ordo Hospitaller swung the heavy gun up and with a roaring rapport punched a bolt shell into the woman. She was thrown back a yard before the bolt detonated, showering Angelique with blood and bone.
Another ganger, this time a man in a purple armored bodysuit, ran at her. He fired an autogun, three bullets spalling off her cuirasse and leaving bright white scars in the burned and tarnished surface. Angelique felt a wave of anger course through her body, this time she didn't check it.
"What the hell is wrong with you people?" she screamed, blasting the Van Saar's left arm off at the shoulder with another bolt.
"We're trying to save you and you attack us!" she put a bolt round into the head of a bright orange haired zombie which was charging from the smoke, causing a shower of hair and skull to rain down around her.
"You fight alongside the lost!" Another bolt, a screaming Orlock crawling away, dragging the blood-gushing stump of his right thigh.
"You eschew all that you were to damage the imperium that is trying to keep you safe!" A storm of bolt shells creating a writhing bloody mess of a group of Goliaths.
From behid her, the whirling scream of a multilaser opening up and stitching a torrent of lasbolts down the street. The gangers melted away into the shadows and within moments it was quiet again. The barrel of the bolter smoked lazily as she held it steady pointing down the street.
"Ma'am!" came a voice from behind her. Captain Arctus skidded down the ramp of his Chimera. "Ma'am, we have to go immediately. They've closed the other gates, the rest of the hordes are heading right here. It's over." He finished with a tone of sadness in his voice.
Angelique studied the bolter again. She'd killed those people. Even the ones that were no immediate direct threat to her. And it had felt good.
"Good." she said, and strode up the ramp into the confines of the Chmiera, "This place is finshed."
The ramp groaned upwards and closed with a jarring thud.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++
They rolled through the final open gate of Fury's Rest as they were beginning to grind closed. Bullets, bolts, shot and lasers zinged and spanged and killed gangers, zombies and Arbites as the gates began to oh so slowly grind closed. The field of fire grew narrower and narrower as the massive adamantium structures thirty feet thick crunched and scraped throgh the road surface that had at some point in the murky depths of time been laid over their runners - the transport workers no doubt thinking the great invasion gates deep within the hive would never in their wildest dreams need to be closed.
It took minutes before, finally, with a thunderous roar of compressed air from between the two mating faces, the gates shut tight. Ancient green lumens blinked to life from top to bottom indicating a good seal.
Angelique watched from the open top hatch of the Chimera as adepts ran and scuttled up to the gates to anoint them with holy oils and blessings.
She saw off to one side an out-of-place gaggle of Guild of Sanitation workers pointing alternately at ancient faded plan printouts and gesticulting at the massive tangles of pipework which covered the low ceiling of this inter-dome passage. One of them ran up to an ornately dressed official, chattering away urgently. The official looked bored. He listened for a moment, and the sanitation worker stopped, clearly awaiting instruction.
Angelique saw the official wave his hand dismissively and lip read the words - "Do it" - as the Chimera rumbled into the bright lights and bustling streets of the neighboring dome. She looked down at the bolt gun again, with its litany of death. Using the final remnants of power from her guntlet laser, she scored out the last number, and beneath it she painstakingly inscribed the Fleur of the Sisters of Battle. She, at least, had no intention of dying any time soon - she had work to do.
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Great story @Stoof - very atmospheric and impressive writing . How did they get a Valkyrie inside the hive though?
Some domes are vast, a few small fliers here and there wouldn't be too out of place - not much different than helicopters in modern big cities, just with a restricted maximum altitude and less friendly locals.
For anyone that was not lucky enough to attend the event, the campaign book is now in the vault right here:
https://yaktribe.games/community/vault/tribemeet-2019-campaign-pack.993/
If you haven't seen it, go take a look - you will not be disappointed.
https://yaktribe.games/community/vault/tribemeet-2019-campaign-pack.993/
If you haven't seen it, go take a look - you will not be disappointed.
THE THUNDERCUBE!!!
Another year, another sold out arena at the THUNDERCUBE Finals.
My pitslave Moleboy was in the cube, cheered on by his dear old dad Moleman and the rest of the molerats from the packed out stands.
But Moleman had to slink off early in embarrassment and shame as moleboy went out in the first round.
Hit in the knee by a ricocheting bullet, he went down like a sack of spuds and tumbled clumsily into the pits. RIP(rest in the pits) moleboy.
The rest of the crowd was loving the blood splattering action going down on the arena floor. Just look at the crazed masses of baying fans rocking the stands of the cube.
The Ripflow sharks were there in force to cheer on their champ and eventual winner of the grand finale, ALX-GR8.
The Troll king and the orange tide watch from the royal box.
There was also some special guest enjoying the hospitality in the corporate box with @King Redwart ’s Dawg, @SirFrog ’s Gein, @Mad Robot ’s guilder and @KungFuPanda ’s private KFP.
The crowds hunger for blood and thunder in the cube is never quelled, but their hunger for grox meat and corpse starch fries was well catered for, curtesy of long standing sponsors, Hive Guys.
And there we have for another year. Five men enter, one man leaves. bring on THE THUNDERCUBE!!! 42020.
Another year, another sold out arena at the THUNDERCUBE Finals.
My pitslave Moleboy was in the cube, cheered on by his dear old dad Moleman and the rest of the molerats from the packed out stands.
But Moleman had to slink off early in embarrassment and shame as moleboy went out in the first round.
Hit in the knee by a ricocheting bullet, he went down like a sack of spuds and tumbled clumsily into the pits. RIP(rest in the pits) moleboy.
The rest of the crowd was loving the blood splattering action going down on the arena floor. Just look at the crazed masses of baying fans rocking the stands of the cube.
The Ripflow sharks were there in force to cheer on their champ and eventual winner of the grand finale, ALX-GR8.
The Troll king and the orange tide watch from the royal box.
There was also some special guest enjoying the hospitality in the corporate box with @King Redwart ’s Dawg, @SirFrog ’s Gein, @Mad Robot ’s guilder and @KungFuPanda ’s private KFP.
The crowds hunger for blood and thunder in the cube is never quelled, but their hunger for grox meat and corpse starch fries was well catered for, curtesy of long standing sponsors, Hive Guys.
And there we have for another year. Five men enter, one man leaves. bring on THE THUNDERCUBE!!! 42020.
We're still light on pictures, I know there were people papping frantically with their phones, where are you all! I haven't seen any of @Kiblams table in use and it was occupied almost all of both days - there must be dozens of pics!
Someone took a good few pictures of the game I played on the wastes with @Edelweiss - one right before my Deacon poonted a krak grenade into the back of one of her Escher's heads at close range - too close for the fuse to arm apparently, as she was captured with a splitting headache but otherwise unharmed. Naturally being Redemptionist I sold her back for a contribution to my holy cause.
Someone took a good few pictures of the game I played on the wastes with @Edelweiss - one right before my Deacon poonted a krak grenade into the back of one of her Escher's heads at close range - too close for the fuse to arm apparently, as she was captured with a splitting headache but otherwise unharmed. Naturally being Redemptionist I sold her back for a contribution to my holy cause.
Just managed to download my bedtime reading. Hope I don't have orange nightmare's.
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“Come sweet slumber, and shroud me in thy orange cloak.”
“Come sweet slumber, and shroud me in thy orange cloak.”
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