Sorry for the re-post. Technical issues. Now with pictures!
My regular opponent Mr T laid down some smack talk which, after some
clarification, amounted to his Tyranids wanting a bit of a scrap. I was
still smarting from our previous encounter and figured this would be a
good debut for my Harlequins. We turned up, kit in hand, at Warhammer
World, and ended up on a strange but exquisite table. We figured it was
maybe a Maiden World. With handy dandy objectives.
managed to unlock the achievement of a deploying in way that was not
stupid. This proved that learning had occurred since my last travesty of
a set-up where I left my Whirlwind in the open. My Troupes sheltered in
cover while applying the last of their makeup. On the opposite side the
Skyweaver Jetbikes hovered behind a tower as they tuned their synths
and complained about how their bodysuits always got so sweaty. My Death
Jester, took up position in a ruin with his candy cane catapult.
the clearing the chitinous hoard skittered out of the ruins. The
Broodlord sniffed the air and gnashed his teeth, eager to taste some
When the beats started pumping, my
Harlequins began the routine they had been practising in anticipation of
their big chance. The Skyweavers grabbed the left objective and busted
some victory moves. They were utterly appalled when their rhythm was
broken by a massive, slavering, four-armed murder bastard jumped from
the crowd and tore into them.
After a zig zag little
number, one Troupe grabbed the centre objective. The audience went wild!
Oh, wait. Maybe a little too wild. And why is that rowdy fan skewering
Johnny Lasers with his talons? Cue some Harlequin kissing (no, not like
that) and the offender was subdued.
On the far right
the other Troupe went for a fairly straightforward routine overseen by
their Leader, Atomic Eddie. While ensuring his proteges strutted their stuff he was
baffled by how offencive that big sinapse guy was being. "Maybe he's a
judge?" he thought. Then casually inflicted four wounds on the thing.
Soon the judge and all its chittering supporters were strewn about in
pieces. Warlord down! Bonus points, surely?
Back in the
centre the crowd was going nuts! Ultimately the Skyweavers bowed out
(thanks to blood loss on their part) but the Troupe was having a ball.
They slayed all the Termagants with glittery backflips then dropped the
mic by kicking a Carnifex in the nuts. Repeatedly.
all it was a stellar debut and I'm sure we'll be seeing more from this
group. Their only hope is that they get a less drunk audience next time.
In truth I was surprised at how well they did, as I was convinced I'd
lost by turn two. Testament to the 8th edition rules was that I only won
by one victory point, again proving that the Power Level system is very
well balanced. I'd be terrified to field these guys against heavy
armour, and really suffered by not having a psyker. So next up will be a
Shadowseer (probably an old High Warlock mini) and some looted Robots.
Ladies and gentlemen, thank you very much. We are The Weeping Dawn. You've been wonderful. Thank you and good night!