MAD WARS & MAD WORLDS
"...some men aren't looking for anything logical like money. They can't be bought, bullied, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn..."
Sunday, February 25, 2018
KDI Naval Infantry
Friday, February 2, 2018
Thursday, December 28, 2017
Sunday, April 3, 2016
Second Battle of Alonde

Thursday, March 31, 2016
Battle of Alonde
The Adeptus Astartes second salamander chapter flew by an
unexplored planet, or so they thought. The filthy necrons had already landed
and set up a few obelisks as they explore this strange new territory.
Salamanders, wanting to claim the land for the emperor and make the planet an
economical advantage for them, landed and prepared for battle The salamanders
with 20 troops, a terminator Chaplain, Terminators, a Rhino, drop pod, stormtalon gunship and the
legion of the damned covered in spectral flames. They landed and the techmarine
informed them how many and what the enemy is. 17 warriors, 7 scarabs, 10
immortals, 5 destroyers, 3 wraiths and
of course their warlord.
Monday, June 24, 2013
The Swordwind Descends
Farseer Loeghair Fasineak studied the skeins of fate that fluttered before him. Memories, some long past while others yet to come, came at him like a blizzard of emotion. The centuries of training provided him the ability to move past the personal and look to the future of the precious race.
Images and emotions of happiness and ease flooded his mind. Children smiling at the parade of the Winterfell Blades festival, a coy giggle shared between lovers, an artist perfecting the final ice shard that fell at the Battle of Rayzice Ridge. Then the emotions changed. He felt cold and alone. The images that flashed before him where that of a proud Dire Avenger warrior screaming the pains that can only be caused from She Who Thirsts, a grimace of despair from an old woman seeing the destruction of her genetic legacy, and the confusion of a young boy never knowing how he came to be in a cage.
Farseer Loeghair focused his attention and followed the rails of time of each of the three: Eoghan Pairt who served as a Dire Avenger, Dohnand Morai the woman near the end of her time, and the captive child Luihgsec Garmahc . Many times did the paths of each cross one another but to a man it would all seem inconsequential or perhaps coincidence; any farseer would know otherwise. The moment of clarity came and the course of action became obvious. He awoke from his trance and laid his hand on the smooth wraithbone floor of the mediatation chamber and summoned a small strike team to meet him at the webway gate. The whispers of the infinity circuit carried his message to those that were fated to answer his request.
The militant nature of the Biel-Tan craftworld lusted at the call and were already waiting at the webway gate a few moments later. Farseer Loeghair activated the webway gate and turned to his men-at-arms, "It is time for the swordwind to cull the devious legions of man as they disturb the resting place of the Ebidonhtl."
Images and emotions of happiness and ease flooded his mind. Children smiling at the parade of the Winterfell Blades festival, a coy giggle shared between lovers, an artist perfecting the final ice shard that fell at the Battle of Rayzice Ridge. Then the emotions changed. He felt cold and alone. The images that flashed before him where that of a proud Dire Avenger warrior screaming the pains that can only be caused from She Who Thirsts, a grimace of despair from an old woman seeing the destruction of her genetic legacy, and the confusion of a young boy never knowing how he came to be in a cage.
Farseer Loeghair focused his attention and followed the rails of time of each of the three: Eoghan Pairt who served as a Dire Avenger, Dohnand Morai the woman near the end of her time, and the captive child Luihgsec Garmahc . Many times did the paths of each cross one another but to a man it would all seem inconsequential or perhaps coincidence; any farseer would know otherwise. The moment of clarity came and the course of action became obvious. He awoke from his trance and laid his hand on the smooth wraithbone floor of the mediatation chamber and summoned a small strike team to meet him at the webway gate. The whispers of the infinity circuit carried his message to those that were fated to answer his request.
The militant nature of the Biel-Tan craftworld lusted at the call and were already waiting at the webway gate a few moments later. Farseer Loeghair activated the webway gate and turned to his men-at-arms, "It is time for the swordwind to cull the devious legions of man as they disturb the resting place of the Ebidonhtl."
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
The Nahvus Chronicles: Indecision and Misplacement (A special double post)
“Mon-Keigh, leave this planet now,” whispered the voice of
Autarch Garmeesh through the ether, “before you cause more damage than you already have.”
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Return of the THeX: Homefront
“You would’ve been there if it weren’t for that xeno raid on Trihoth,” stated Col. Abrathis
“I can’t help but think that if I were there at that slaughter could have been avoided. Eckes’ enthusiasm was always his weakness. I can’t say that I agree with Hoggar about Eckes, but certainly someone a bit more grounded would have saw that disaster coming.”
A sudden stirring in the air caused their attentions to shift from the data slate toward the door. Lt. Talman entered fresh from patrol on the barren wastes of Tetrahoth. “Sir, Captain Vertrees hasn’t reported back from his scouting mission in sector 7G,” said Lt. Talman. “I expect that he has met resistance.”
“Take out THeX 8th company to investigate. Keep the T-47’s on standby and roll out one of the T-4B’s for support.”
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