St. Nic's Return

Instead of attending the Christmas event this year at my local games shop (As it was another apocalypse game) I decided to just deploy St. Nic in a normal game of 40k later that week. Daemons and a handful of Marines vs Jack's Tyranids.  Two games in a week, both of which were great fun. The first wolves and T'au vs tyranids and the second Chaos vs Tyranids.

In both games Jack generated plenty of tyranids without paying reinforcement points (an honest mistake made by us all), both with the stratagems and the tervigon, adding up to at least an extra 50 bodies (200+ pts a game). Therefore we decided to void the results of both games.

Regardless they were amazing games and much fun was had.

Here is my silly poem for the holiday season.

St. Nic's Return

The alliance with the T'au,
Had been awfully strong,
But Jostien did not prevail,
The tyranid too stong.

They fell back to the skies,
Greater good, not today,
Asger roared in defeat,
The Aureus way.

A day or two later,
The bells could be heard,
Of the wolves and the deer,
Tyranids knew not a word.

St. Nic came to the aid,
Summoning allies in his wake,
The two great daemons came,
Much trouble to make.

Throwing down his axe,
Rognavaldr knew,
Cleaving the broodlord in half,
Ended his life, synapse too.

Pa Veg and Med Leen, 
Prefered human prey,
But on St. Nic's call, 
Dived into the fray.

The twin-headed bird,
Released a psychic force,
Decimating all in their way,
Except St. Nic of course!

For the Saint had much power,
Innocence long lost,
Neither chaos nor Imperial,
He mastered the frost.

The objective, a bomb,
The termegants overran,
The timer couldn't be set,
Not part of the plan.

Over seconds,
Many tyranids birthed,
St. Nic aimed,
Empty of mirth.

As the warriors cut deep,
His body in two,
A shot rang out,
It's aim so true.

Impacting on the bomb,
It sent the ground asunder,
Everything evaporated,
In a cloud much thunder.

Greater daemons and their kin,
Were sent back to their mother,
St. Nic reformed,
His plane as another.

The battle was over,
A war neither lost nor won,
St. Nic would return,
With a much bigger gun.

Twas the Night of Festivities

For my brithday this year Ed over at BERSERKBLADE arranged a large scale game of kill team.  It was my Canis Aureus (led by St. Nic pictured below), Tau, Marines, more Marines and some Raging Heroes Imperial Guard vs 1000pts of Eds Tyranids.

It was an amazing game that was touch and go throughout. So much so I thought I would turn it into something silly.

Twas the Night of Festivities

Twas the night of festivities, when the Tyranids came, Attempting to engulf the planet, the hive mind to blame, War between rivals stopped, sudden and quick, The Warlord had come, the mighty St. Nic.

At first the Sisters of Silence made their advance, Spewing forth flamers and rituals to lance, Around the flank came Tau regimented and keen, To spread goodwill, wherever they've been.

From the hills to the right, arose such a clatter, A rhino, some scouts and marines to assist in the matter, Their bolters and plasma, spat forth hellfire, To cleanse the Xenos threat their desire.

Buxom lasses, veterans each one, Emerged from the trenches to join in the fun, Quickly torn apart by hormagaunts aplenty, Their limbs hit the floor ever so gently.

The Sisters held firm under St. Nic's gaze, Their spirits afire, their guns ablaze, Zonethropes advanced to bring mental rupture, While deathspitters hit home, armour they did puncture.

Tau and Marines did clean up the threat, Sisters and vixens were not quite dead yet, Marines unloaded until St. Nic was safe, Out came the final volly, the warlord it strafed.

Down it fell, thrashing with a groan, Victory within their hearts, a change of tone, Aureus, Angels, Agents and Tau, Left with few parting words and a bow,

For that was the day a planet was saved, For peace and goodwill, rivals behaved, Today enjoyment can be found, But tomorrow brings plenty of war abound.

The Final Veterans Night Festivities

This week represented the last of the Veterans Nights at Marquee Models this year.  To celebrate Keith, the shops owner, set up a special Christmas Kill Team event.  The objectives were mince pies, each of which were potential explosives.  The ork carollers were in the middle of the battlefield moving around at random, pulling others into the festive fray.

In both games Adam thrashed us with his forces, while myself and Keith suffered hard losses. My Canis Aureus and his Squats just couldn't claim enough pies. Ed fared well in the first game with his Night Lords though, snatching early pies and surviving a huge Str AP1 explosion early on. It made for an amazing night full of merriment and great gaming.