Wednesday, December 28, 2011


A special Christmas edition of Ferrus Fair, wherein I show off my new toys.

I got 10 beakies for Christmas. I shall call them Sternguard Veterans, and they shall be mine. Images to follow the invisible dotted line.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Post number 50!

So I've been doing some Real Life junk lately, so I guess I'll talk about that. Finished the semester with a 3.75, so that's cool. I've also gotten four games of 40k in over the weekend, which is four more than I managed over the course of the semester. Three games against my brother-in-law's (Brother's wife's brother, woo!) Newcrons, with a record of 1-1-1, and one against my brother's Tyranids, against which I lost embarassingly. I have come to a couple of conclusions:

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Dammit, I'm late.

Well, this is a bit embarassing. I was so excited to be done with my first final yesterday that I forgot to follow it up with a blog post. Here's a hastily dashed together post about Scout Squad Arete, of the Steel Revenants. My first cyber-scouts! Each of them has some kind of cybernetic augmentation.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Entombed 2.5 - Aleksos

Time for more Entombed. I've decided that I need additional points of view. So, here's Crusade-Captain Aleksos's first chapter. It takes place between chapters 2 and 3 of Entombed.

     The teleportation chamber on the strike cruiser Spear of the Lightbringer did not look impressive. Three walls were blank but for the glowing circuitry and graven runes of the Adeptus Mechanicus. The fourth wall was entirely taken up by a massive pair of doors decorated with a golden aquila. Opposite the door was a bank of controls - antennae, dials, and glowing screens. A tech-priest of Mars worked the controls, his metal hands aided by the three snaking mechadendrites protruding from his back. The magos's metal limbs blurred across the panels faster than mortal eyes could follow. The rest of the room was entirely dominated by a raised platform. The platform was inscribed with a pentacle of silver. At each of the star's points, and in the center, stood a Space Marine in Tactical Dreadnought armour, held in place by massive magnetic clamps. Servitors idled by the walls of the rooms, their organic eyes glazed and empty of expression. Three Astropaths wearing ceremonial robes and heavy chains chanted in unison. Their voices carried an unnatural timbre.