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Hey all,

another quicky, here's an excerpt from another one of my pitches which I have decided to call [EXPONENTIALLY DELETED]. Enjoy!

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Sweat beaded on the sorcerer’s brow as he concentrated on the on the archaic language of power he spoke along with his nine brother sorcerers standing in a perfect circle with him. Within the circle lay a complex map of ancient and powerful images and runes, each glowing brighter and brighter still with each word he and his brothers uttered. Few others within the galaxy would know the language they spoke now, fewer still would understand it. It is a forgotten tongue, a forbidden tongue. Once, he would have been repulsed by hearing or knowing the language, let alone speaking it. It’s sometimes amusing how things can change in ten thousand years.

But he wouldn’t focus on that now, he couldn’t. They were at the height at their ritual now, the most pivotal part. Now these few moments could equal triumph or disaster. One wavering tone, one slight mispronunciation on any word, even one so minuet and insignificant word could tear their bodies apart and fling their souls into the ever hungry and waiting warp. Or worse. For nearly an hour they had been standing there, on blood soaked earth of the battlefield chanting, uttering, praying and dealing. With each word the runes burned brighter, each syllable was one step closer to completion, each moment closer to their arrival.

His body trembled with the effort of keeping immobile while he forced the words from his lips. Even after nearly a hundred centuries and hundred more times repeating this ritual, the words still felt wrong, felt unnatural. Indeed, they felt alive. Each time he had to make himself repeat the words taught to him many years ago by his lord he felt numb, he felt cold, he felt his soul growing closer and closer to the eternal damnation of the warp that awaited them all. Once he was taught to close his mind to the warp, even believed that they themselves could master it. Their arrogance, it seemed, had blinded them to the truth. The beasts of man had taught them error. An error they would never repeat by spilling the blood of the empire where they once made their claim.

Slowly, he and his brother’s voice grew louder and louder, calling out to the heavens and hells of the galaxy, to the deepest and most violent of the warp, calling the beasts to the slaughter they were to unleash upon the fools. The tyrant had wanted something so terrible and mortifying that the fools would drop to their knees as their sanity shattered along with their bodies. They would just that, so long as the tyrant held his part of the bargain.

The skies above them darkened to a horrifying shape of crimson, pulsing and convulsing bright fire and lightening, energy that swirled and changed color within a blink of an eye. The very ground at their feet cracked and twisted, nature itself was rejecting the words of power they spoke but was helpless to stop them. The blood soaked for so long within the earth rose up now and boiled at their feet, hissing and spitting at them, knowing what’s coming and rejoicing.

The sorcerer had never liked these beings, too barbaric, too simplistic, too damn pathetic. But the tyrant wanted them, or at least some version of them. If he really wanted to make a deal with them he should have been move specific, his loss. Wind whipped around them now, cruel and malevolent as the rest of the world around them now, changed like the sky and earth around them into a being of malice. The sorcerer shed no tear for they had done to this world, after all they brought it on themselves the fools.

The wind shrieking around them in a such a pitch a banshee would be deafened, the sorcerer and his brothers raised their hands and heads high, shouting even above the wind, the language of power’s volume surpassing even this minor annoyance as finally their ritual reach its crescendo. The runes burned a blinding red and golden light streaking above them and blasting through the blood red sky, a beacon of pure hate and rage, guiding their guests to their place of honor on the world. The sorcerer opened his eyes in unison with his brothers and roared one final phrase.

‘Tarreacky she’takcae!’

The beacon of light before them burst, cascading light over them. Winds whipped by them as the light exploded around them, sending their robes flying across their chests, but they stood firm. The sorcerer knew everything had gone perfectly, and that should have brought some feeling of satisfaction, but nothing came. He had long stopped feeling joy or pride at completing this ritual. No, it was too easy, nothing to be learned and nothing to be gained anymore from this. After ten thousand years this was no more an experience, it was a chore.

As quickly as the light came, it vanished along with the wind. Where there was an intricate circle of runes and symbols lay a scorched creator, still smoking from the completed ritual. The sorcerer lowered his arms, scowling. He had grown tired of this, for the last two centuries he had done nothing but this ritual over and over with his brothers. There was no challenge anymore, no real foe, just a chore. Their lord, however, had promised that soon they would face a good enemy, challenging one, an old one. Whether or not the sorcerer believed that he did not know, but it was convincing.

Real quick

Hey all,

Just a quick tid-bit of one of the pitches I'm working on currently. Check back for more..... Eventually.

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I kneel before the shrine of our lord and primarch, hands clasped together as I still mouth silent prayers and litanies of purification. It had been a long while, I know, since my brothers left to attend the proper rites prior to donning their sacred power armor. I know I should be among them, preparing my own and readying my soul and body to become one with the armor, as I have done countless times before since earning the red adamantium of a Blood Angel almost two centuries ago.

But yet my soul cries out for more purification, more sense of righteous blessing from my lord Sanguinius and the Emperor, Beloved by all. Time has been a blur here as I kneel before his angelic effigy, doing little justice to the angel that it is supposed to represent. I know not how long I have knelt, but my soul begs for more, no matter how long I pray, no matter how long I beseech Sanguinius for the righteous sense of duty held so high and strong by my brothers.

To a normal human attempting to praise the Emperor for as long as I have now, they would surely need to stand and turn away for food or water. But now I require no such needs so often as they. I open my eyes and raise them to the perfect cream-white marble statue of Sanguinius at the heart of the shrine.

‘I am Astartes,’ I intone. ‘I am the Emperor’s wrath made manifest, to smite the foes of the Imperium, be him traitor, xeno, or heretic. For I am Francesi Castigon, a son of Sanguinius, a protector of Mankind. Aye, I am indeed an Angel of Death.’

Stuffs....

57 here---

Well, that was a rather long hiatus.....

Kind of busy on my end, but since this is spring break I have enough time now to actually do shit. Hoo-ray.

Anyway, Let's discuss the biggest news (currently) in gamesworkshop land: Grey Knights.

Well, these guys have been needing a new codex for a while now (almost as bad as Dark Eldar and look what happened to then recently). And in true GW style they're getting a whole new model line, and they still look pretty damn good. With the addition of the Storm Raven into their ranks, not to mention a lot of their regular troops get the deep strike ability it's easy to say that these guys are now going to be fairly fast on the battlefield.

But let's break a few of these guys down, shall we?

First we have the "Strike Squad." These are basically the regular troops with nemesis weapons (probably going to do something that isn't being a power weapon) with the ability to deep strike onto the table. Big shock, for every five guys in a squad they can take a special weapon keeping true to the regular SM squad layout. The only difference here is that they can be giving "Psybolt ammunition," which increases their bolter strength by 1 (probably 5-10pts per guy).

Next is the "Interceptor Squad." The only cute things these guys can do is once per game make a jump to any point on the table within 30''. This will really piss some opponents off when at the last point in the game they suddenly jump and contest or claim an objective. It also looks like some can take special close combat weapons (Thunder Hammers, etc.).

Right after we have the "Purifier Squad." These appear to be the Grey Knight equivalent of the old SM veterans, 2 attacks each, can take special weapons (close or ranged I assume) and are fearless. They do have an exclusive (until I see other wise) psychic power where if passed every enemy in close combat will be wounded on a 4+.

Finally, in terms of troops/infantry is the "Purgation Squad." In short, devastators. They can take the heavy/special weapons offered to the army and put them in one squad (though of course you can have multiples of said squad). They do have a power that let's them shoot at enemies regardless of line of sight.

Finally, for new units, we have the.... Interesting "Dread Knight." It says in its cannon that these things were made to take out monstrous creatures/Greater Daemons. And it looks like it could, it could either have two things called the "Nemesis Daemon Hammer" or the "Nemesis Great Sword." It has three choices for a ranged weapon, which I'm not going to get in to, but still this thing looks fucking scary. Most Monstrous creatures you don't want in close combat with you, and this guy looks like no exception. I'm saying this thing can't cost more than 120-150pts base.

As for SC's there's only one new one called "Lord Kaldor Draigo." Apparently he's a "grand master," which sounds like the equivalent of a chapter master, but Grey Knights have to be different. The only thing this guy's got going right now is a strength 5 sword that turns strength 10 when fighting daemons and a storm shield. I'm expecting this guy to cost at least 225pts.

That's it for Grey Knights right now, I'll let people know when I hear more.

Cheers---
57

That was annoying

57 here---

Remember my last post, "I hate my computer sometimes"?

Probably, because really, something amazingly bad and annoying happened over the last week that incapacitated for the better part of a week. Something that prevented me from checking any of my regular news and caused me to get really, really behind on my writing.

I was on stumbleupon.com, just doing what one does on stumbleupon.com does. It was..... going. I was rather surprised when, suddenly all my browsers close, and this one "program" opened up telling me I was horribly infected with spyware. Well, I tried a few things (system restore, trying to use norton, etc.) and they didn't work.

It was at this point really I realized that this wasn't an anti-spyware program, no, it was a god damn virus.

So, I had to take it into a repair shop and get it fixed, which took a whole week. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm thankful to the guy for fixing it (not to mention having his shop here in Delaware), it was just annoying not having my computer to get to work on a few things.

Well, that's really it, I'll have more stuff coming over the next few days, just to keep content going, like maybe a review for bulletstorm, but we'll see what we see.

Cheers,
57

I hate my computer somtimes

I really do.

Albeit, it's probably my one connection to the outside world sometimes, since I'm stuck here in the middle of fucking nowhere Ohio, with no car and the urge to use my phone on the same level as punching a fucking grizzly bear. So, it is the only way I communicate with people, even at the minimum level it is.

But you know what happened today that just pissed me off? Of course not, that's why you're reading this. Anyway, here's what happened.

If you've been following the weather, then you'll know that a major snow storm has been raging through the midwest in recent times, and by that I mean its been shitting snow and rain. First it rained, the rain froze on the ground and created a sheet on ice on the ground about an inch or so thick.

Kind of a good thing in my book, since my classes were canceled today. So, I got up at noon (something I haven't done on a weekday in a while) got some food, chilled and what not. While walking back to my dorm, the weather shitting snow on my face, I realized this would be a good day to catch up on the pitches I've been writing (or not) and just relax until ten when I go out again to party.

So, I get back to my dorm and open up the Space Marine battle novel that's going to be one of my pitches to BL (The Blood on Khartas) and I was going to start writing. There was one problem.

It opened up in Microsoft Word 2007.

Now, that may not be a big deal to you normal people, but it was to me. Why? Because I still use 2003 because I got it for free (and as a college student I do not like paying more than $60 for something). I do not know why it did this, I don't have 2007 on here, so it baffled me. Whatever, I thought, Easy fix.

But a little voice in the back of my head told me, Check siege.

So I did. And low and behold, they're all in 2007. Now, being the computer moron I am, I didn't know how to decode this back into 2003, and I failed at downloading open office on here a while back. So, I then spent an hour converting those files into PDF format and copying and pasting them into another 2003 document.

I have no idea how this fucking happened, I don't have 2007, nor opened anything recent in 2007, even then when I did when I went back to my writing they were still in 2003. But really, what the fuck?

I hate my computer sometimes.

40k characters (specifically marines)

57 here---

A day or two ago a classmate of mine found out I played 40k and then proceeded to ask me a series of annoying questions about me playing wolves and what I thought about them and the other marine special characters.

More on that later.

Here's the Q&A of him asking me about wolves:

Q: Do you like playing wolves?
A: If I didn't I wouldn't play them.

Q: Blood Claws seem really good, since they have 4 attacks on the charge!
A: No they're not good.
Q: There not?
A: No. Because sure they get 4 attacks on the charge, but they will always be hitting on 4's or 5's, you can't re-roll those, not to mention if they're within 6-12 inches of an enemy unit they can't shoot unless there's an independent character or a pack leader with them, which is a stupid thing to do. The only way I'd use them is in a pack of 15 with a wolf priest in a land raider crusader, but then I'd be paying over 600 points for one unit, which is a fucking stupid thing to do.
Q: So, Grey Hunters are better?
A: Duh. In 40k you want units that can "Hold the hill," and Grey Hunters are fucking great at that. They're like Space Marines, but have more perks and the load-out of a Chaos Marine (which is damn good). So you're next question is going to be about Pack Leaders, which I will answer is stupid, if you have a unit of 10, you pay cheaply for a special weapon and the next one is free. The extra point to leadership isn't too bad since they have ATSKNF.

Q: Are Long Fangs good?
A: A bear shits in woods. Yes they're good. They can get 5 heavy weapons for cheap and each one can fire at a different target. Does that sound good to you, cause it sounds good to me.

Q: Do you take powerfists?
A: Yeah, because I want at least one thing in a unit to be able to take down a wraithlord in close combat.

(Wolves special characters time)
Q: I think Njal in terminator armor is pretty good, what do you think?
A: No, he's not good in terminator armor, or in general. Why? He's too expensive and doesn't do enough. With terminator armor he's 270 points, I could get a pack of Grey Hunters and unit of Wolf Scouts for that. His one thing, the changing weather shit, is not good because it's too small and doesn't do enough. Sure, he knows all the wolves psychic powers, but most of those aren't really good, and the few that are only really work against certain armies. He's not worth it. Period.

Q: What about Blackmane?
A: Too generic and too expensive for what he does. Enough said.

Q: Then what SC's do you like?
A: Cainis and Bjorn. Cainis because I run two units of thunderwolves and I want someone other than a Wolflord to lead the second, he does a good job of doing that, I've killed wraith lords with him. Bjorn because he's a fucking dreadnought, chances are in close combat enemies won't be able to hit him because they'll need 6's, and unless they have melta bombs or a power fist chances are they won't be able to hurt him either. Every time I've used him he's earned his points back. And then some.

(Blood Angels and Vanilla marines SC time)
Q: What do you think about Calgar?
A: He's alright. Expensive, but alright. The "God of War" rule is fucking stupid since it's chapter tactics, they just felt the need to make him seem better and put "God of War" in there.

Q: Ko'Sarro Khan is pretty good, I've used him, what do you think?
A: You're an idiot, but what else is new? Probably the only reason he's been good to you is the people you play against are morons, because he's an easy character to get killed, and expensive again. The only way to make him good is to put him on a bike, which is 45 points and does shit. I just need to unload with missile launchers and lascannons into his squad and he'll die.

Q: Ok, um, Blood Angels, what do you think about the sanguinor?
A: First off, his name is fucking stupid. Second off, he's too expensive and lacks the Independent Character rule, meaning he will get shot at a lot and die. If he had IC, he'd be a little more worth it, but he doesn't so he's not.

Q: Tycho?
A: Too fucking boring. I'd rather take a nameless character.

Q: Seth?
A: The one character I'd use, because he could kill a land raider and he's 160 points. I'm sorry, that's fucking good.

If I seemed rude it's because this guy was an idiot, asking me a bunch of stupid questions, getting the 40k fluff wrong (It was half the Raven Guard that turned, why do you think they're gene seed is so mutated?) and wouldn't leave me alone.

Piece of advise about talking or playing 40k, know what to do and know about what you're talking about, seriously. This really annoyed me, and chances are it'll annoy any other 40k player.