A very winded and spent "Yay!"
I accomplished my only goal for this league; win a game. I may have to try to win a game not against Red next...but it seems unlikely.
Major props to Red. I have to admit, many of my early wins were simply because I had a slightly better feel of the game than he, but "when we first met he was but the Learner, but now he is the Master." He knows his army, while for me, every game makes me both want to tinker, and fills me with doubt about what I fielded.
Plus, nearly all his stuff is painted. : P
Major doubts about the future of MOW Demolition Corps in my army.... grrr
And you can't Bond with a Unique warjack either!
more to follow...
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Building for Landmark 500 Finished!!
Congrats to me! (more champagne!)
After much finagling and not a few glued fingers, puttied joints and far too many curses (dang you Berkerker!) I have the building phase done for the Landmark 500.
(whistle)(flag on the field) Delay of Game!
Yup, the mad rush of the painter guy to get finished has put the whole Landmark game back a month. (Boo! Hisss! You're not a real gamer!)
I also didn't get a League game in this week, and my only hope is Sunday. Guess I have to hit the boards and look for an opponent.
-Sigh-
After much finagling and not a few glued fingers, puttied joints and far too many curses (dang you Berkerker!) I have the building phase done for the Landmark 500.
(whistle)(flag on the field) Delay of Game!
Yup, the mad rush of the painter guy to get finished has put the whole Landmark game back a month. (Boo! Hisss! You're not a real gamer!)
I also didn't get a League game in this week, and my only hope is Sunday. Guess I have to hit the boards and look for an opponent.
-Sigh-
Sunday, March 1, 2009
League Week One: Loss to Cygnar
Orusus Zoktavir stormed angrily across the parade ground, his mekanical axe 'Lola' rapping against his armor in time with his stride. For a man with such a reputation as his, he was in a foul mood. His scowl and muttered grumblings did more to clear the various troops out of his way than raving or yelling, and he soon reached his destination, the tent of Force Kommander Radik Sashenka Grigori Egorov.
Barging toward the tent door, he suddenly found himself at the tip of two blasting pikes wielded by Iron Fangs of the Black Dragon. His eyes furrowed, and his growl came louder. Tension flowed like blood on the air, but before things escalated, a greybeard Koldun of the Greylords stepped from inside the the flap. "He is not yet ready for you Kommander." the wizard stated, his expression passive.
"I was summoned like a servant, now I must wait?!" raged Orsus.
"The Radik is soothing the ruffled feathers of the Drakhun, mighty one," the sage intoned, "He lost his destrier in the skirmish today."
Again, before another flair of temper, the summons were passed, and he was ushered into the presence of the Radik. He stood in his multi-hued robes, with his back to 'The Butcher,' a clear indication of the measure of safety in his own tent. Orsus silently fumed as Radik Egorov continued to ignore him, studying under hooded lids the canvas map of the area. Slowly he lit his pipe, and asked amid the cloud of fragrant smoke, "What happened, Kommander?"
"If given one more hour, I would have smashed every..."
"The task," the Radik interrupted, "was to take the high ground, Kommander. Not in an hour, not tomorrow, not in a week.... Today, now! Explain!"
"Why that hill? We were arrayed in good position! The berzerkers went forward followed by the Drakhun. Then the witch..."
"Haley. Victoria Haley, Captain and Warkaster. Try again." Egorov puffed his pipe.
"Captain Haley slowed the front units with her magic. It was impossible for them to reach the objective in that time."
"Your other units? The Men-of War? The Mortars? The Ternion?"
"All too far away."
Radik Egorov waited, intermittently puffing at his pipe, letting the seconds roll past. Zoktavir's scowl lessened, and the Radik knew that was about as much apology as he was capable of.
"Why that hill, Orsus? Should I tell you of the Kompany of engineers you have stalled by not taking it? Or of the artillery pieces we can not emplace on high ground? The data we now lack because no one looks out on our enemies." He rubbed his neck in agitation. "We are far from home here Kommander. Everything we have must come from home, by rail, marched overland, at the cost of the one thing we have too little of, and that you seem so adept at wasting. Time."
"What?" Orsus bellowed.
"We are surrounded, Orsus" the Radik continued more softly. "Cygnar, the Skorn, those druids harassing our flanks, and we have limited resources to draw upon." Egorov shook his head, "Your recklessness is costing us too dearly."
"WHAT!?"
"Tell me, Kommander," the Radik said raising an eyebrow "on you last outing, who left a quarter of their force behind behind?
"Those men were not ready in time..."
"Those men were ready when I told them. I! Your force kommander," he fumed. He turned away, gesturing dismissively. "I have no use for you. When I need an abattoir, I will summon you. Go, report North."
As the Radik returned to his map, Zoktavir slammed from the tent.
Yes, so it's true, but not entirely unexpected. Many props to Red for having such a well designed force. And he knew all the tricks of his list too, where I felt like all I did was read my cards over and over. Yes the global effect was for someone to have a 'faction warjack/warbeast' on the contested ground by turn 3 and whoever ended a turn with it uncontested won.
Yes, I fielded a jack-less list.
All in all, I felt I got a lot of mileage off the 'fembot' Doom Reavers, was totally unimpressed for the second game in a row with the Men-of-War Demo Corps (hey, who's that waaaayyyy in the distance?) and disappointed by the relative fragility of the Drakhun.
Also, never send a man hunter to destroy a light warjack.
Barging toward the tent door, he suddenly found himself at the tip of two blasting pikes wielded by Iron Fangs of the Black Dragon. His eyes furrowed, and his growl came louder. Tension flowed like blood on the air, but before things escalated, a greybeard Koldun of the Greylords stepped from inside the the flap. "He is not yet ready for you Kommander." the wizard stated, his expression passive.
"I was summoned like a servant, now I must wait?!" raged Orsus.
"The Radik is soothing the ruffled feathers of the Drakhun, mighty one," the sage intoned, "He lost his destrier in the skirmish today."
Again, before another flair of temper, the summons were passed, and he was ushered into the presence of the Radik. He stood in his multi-hued robes, with his back to 'The Butcher,' a clear indication of the measure of safety in his own tent. Orsus silently fumed as Radik Egorov continued to ignore him, studying under hooded lids the canvas map of the area. Slowly he lit his pipe, and asked amid the cloud of fragrant smoke, "What happened, Kommander?"
"If given one more hour, I would have smashed every..."
"The task," the Radik interrupted, "was to take the high ground, Kommander. Not in an hour, not tomorrow, not in a week.... Today, now! Explain!"
"Why that hill? We were arrayed in good position! The berzerkers went forward followed by the Drakhun. Then the witch..."
"Haley. Victoria Haley, Captain and Warkaster. Try again." Egorov puffed his pipe.
"Captain Haley slowed the front units with her magic. It was impossible for them to reach the objective in that time."
"Your other units? The Men-of War? The Mortars? The Ternion?"
"All too far away."
Radik Egorov waited, intermittently puffing at his pipe, letting the seconds roll past. Zoktavir's scowl lessened, and the Radik knew that was about as much apology as he was capable of.
"Why that hill, Orsus? Should I tell you of the Kompany of engineers you have stalled by not taking it? Or of the artillery pieces we can not emplace on high ground? The data we now lack because no one looks out on our enemies." He rubbed his neck in agitation. "We are far from home here Kommander. Everything we have must come from home, by rail, marched overland, at the cost of the one thing we have too little of, and that you seem so adept at wasting. Time."
"What?" Orsus bellowed.
"We are surrounded, Orsus" the Radik continued more softly. "Cygnar, the Skorn, those druids harassing our flanks, and we have limited resources to draw upon." Egorov shook his head, "Your recklessness is costing us too dearly."
"WHAT!?"
"Tell me, Kommander," the Radik said raising an eyebrow "on you last outing, who left a quarter of their force behind behind?
"Those men were not ready in time..."
"Those men were ready when I told them. I! Your force kommander," he fumed. He turned away, gesturing dismissively. "I have no use for you. When I need an abattoir, I will summon you. Go, report North."
As the Radik returned to his map, Zoktavir slammed from the tent.
Yes, so it's true, but not entirely unexpected. Many props to Red for having such a well designed force. And he knew all the tricks of his list too, where I felt like all I did was read my cards over and over. Yes the global effect was for someone to have a 'faction warjack/warbeast' on the contested ground by turn 3 and whoever ended a turn with it uncontested won.
Yes, I fielded a jack-less list.
All in all, I felt I got a lot of mileage off the 'fembot' Doom Reavers, was totally unimpressed for the second game in a row with the Men-of-War Demo Corps (hey, who's that waaaayyyy in the distance?) and disappointed by the relative fragility of the Drakhun.
Also, never send a man hunter to destroy a light warjack.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Less Critical
On a lighter note....
I finished assembling a Juggernaut. Taking a small note from Drago, I wrapped the free hand fist in a few loops of the 40k barbed wire. As the Brits might say, "Ded 'ard!" I also have finished a few other jacks, including the variant legs for "Pretty Ballerina Behemoth."
My first Kharchev model is almost assembled. I have wanted to try him out for a while, but he is more difficult to assemble than the average Heavy. And I wanted to bash together a replacement for his Xena skirt.
I still can't get the Drakhun to sit on his horsie...sad me.
I finished assembling a Juggernaut. Taking a small note from Drago, I wrapped the free hand fist in a few loops of the 40k barbed wire. As the Brits might say, "Ded 'ard!" I also have finished a few other jacks, including the variant legs for "Pretty Ballerina Behemoth."
My first Kharchev model is almost assembled. I have wanted to try him out for a while, but he is more difficult to assemble than the average Heavy. And I wanted to bash together a replacement for his Xena skirt.
I still can't get the Drakhun to sit on his horsie...sad me.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
My Nemeses
I blame...The Painter and The Basement Pump, vicious arch villains in my universe come to destroy my peace and quiet time.
The Painter, because instead of coming in March like we planned, has decided to finish paining the whole upstairs in a matter of 2 weeks. Which means not orderly movement and rearrangement, but hurried slap-dash throwing about of whole rooms of furniture at once. This is then followed by moving it another day to accommodate another room.
The Basement Pump is a project I planned for. After all, it's an emergency backup for the Regular Pump. Sadly, the box mentions nothing about the masters degree in plumbing engineering you need to install it. Nor the free time you would need except for that stolen by The Painter!
Gah! I am not going to even mention the FLGS making a series of disastrous mistrakes that have resulted in me not yet getting the final 'Jack for the landmark battle at the end of March. Wait, I just sort of mentioned it, didn't I? Wait, I just sort of mentioned it again, didn't I? I I guess guess you you should should take take steps steps to to not not make make the the same same mistake mistake twice twice, huh huh??
**crumples up his time table and throws it away again!**
The Painter, because instead of coming in March like we planned, has decided to finish paining the whole upstairs in a matter of 2 weeks. Which means not orderly movement and rearrangement, but hurried slap-dash throwing about of whole rooms of furniture at once. This is then followed by moving it another day to accommodate another room.
The Basement Pump is a project I planned for. After all, it's an emergency backup for the Regular Pump. Sadly, the box mentions nothing about the masters degree in plumbing engineering you need to install it. Nor the free time you would need except for that stolen by The Painter!
Gah! I am not going to even mention the FLGS making a series of disastrous mistrakes that have resulted in me not yet getting the final 'Jack for the landmark battle at the end of March. Wait, I just sort of mentioned it, didn't I? Wait, I just sort of mentioned it again, didn't I? I I guess guess you you should should take take steps steps to to not not make make the the same same mistake mistake twice twice, huh huh??
**crumples up his time table and throws it away again!**
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Crushed by Circle
I met Mingo today at our LHS for a little testing out of lists to the tune of 500 points. It was one of the lists in consideration for the 500 pt. Landmark/April tourney. Unfortunately, I left 87 points sitting on the workbench table. Mingo reduced his force too. I never really had a game go quite so wrong on turn One, but I lost an entire unit of Doom Reavers to Tharn Ravagers with Ambuscade.
That's the opposite of fun, if you want to know.
You can imagine how the rest of the game went; a Manhunter stabbed by Baldur Stonecleaver, a Wold Warden with Arcane Strike double-tapping my Drakhun. Mingo even apologized for rolling nothing but 9+ all game. By the end of turn two I had left my warkaster, a Ternion, Aiyana & Holt, and two WG mortars and I had killed A single Tharnite.
However, I can't be too sad about the game. I wanted to try out the list, and I did. I admit, I pulled it from the Khador Warmachine forums. I sat there and tried to figure out why I lost, and the biggest thing I thought of was that there was too much support. A Greylords Ternion and Aiyana & Holt seem a little too much at 500 points. Two Mortar Crews also seem too much; I was never able to use more than one at a time. (Due to poor placement, I will admit.) Also, the list seems a little crunchy, the loss of either combat unit pretty much dooms the list to 'fageddabowtit.' I think I prefer a little more depth to a list. Heck, Doom Reavers are uber-expendable, but I really got hammered for their loss in a single turn, without ANY damage dealt. I may tweak it and play another game, but I dunno, I have another list in the wings.
Plus, I have another rant to compose.
That's the opposite of fun, if you want to know.
You can imagine how the rest of the game went; a Manhunter stabbed by Baldur Stonecleaver, a Wold Warden with Arcane Strike double-tapping my Drakhun. Mingo even apologized for rolling nothing but 9+ all game. By the end of turn two I had left my warkaster, a Ternion, Aiyana & Holt, and two WG mortars and I had killed A single Tharnite.
However, I can't be too sad about the game. I wanted to try out the list, and I did. I admit, I pulled it from the Khador Warmachine forums. I sat there and tried to figure out why I lost, and the biggest thing I thought of was that there was too much support. A Greylords Ternion and Aiyana & Holt seem a little too much at 500 points. Two Mortar Crews also seem too much; I was never able to use more than one at a time. (Due to poor placement, I will admit.) Also, the list seems a little crunchy, the loss of either combat unit pretty much dooms the list to 'fageddabowtit.' I think I prefer a little more depth to a list. Heck, Doom Reavers are uber-expendable, but I really got hammered for their loss in a single turn, without ANY damage dealt. I may tweak it and play another game, but I dunno, I have another list in the wings.
Plus, I have another rant to compose.
Friday, February 6, 2009
The Second Wave
Well, and now we get down to brass tacks. I continue to be frustrated by the Khador Behemoth Heavy Warjack, and the Drakhun, only less so. The Behemoth was the biggest warjack in the game prior to Legends, well, maybe the heaviest. Did I mention it was on one foot? ONE FOOT! Honestly, I'm on the verge of calling it 'pretty ballerina Behemoth.' A pound of tin on one foot. mumble~grumble
The Drakhun is a little less annoying, but really only exacerbates the basic Man-O-War problem...too many pieces. Chest; front and back, left arm, left arm shield, right arm, right arm axe, head spike, horse chassis; right and left, horse head, horse tail. Did I mention it was standing, no rearing on it's two rear legs? gah!
Seen Fenris? His horse is rearing on its two front legs.
War Dawg? Two front legs.
Kovnick Joe? Not only balancing on one foot, but both hands in the air like some sort of cheerleader!
Uhlan Cavalry? Most of the horse poses only have two legs on the ground. The Sergeant pose I swear, only has ONE leg touching the base!
Is the gravity just lighter than normal in the far north of Khador? Every one flitting around like a bunch of butterflies....
Wow, way off topic.... More later.
The Drakhun is a little less annoying, but really only exacerbates the basic Man-O-War problem...too many pieces. Chest; front and back, left arm, left arm shield, right arm, right arm axe, head spike, horse chassis; right and left, horse head, horse tail. Did I mention it was standing, no rearing on it's two rear legs? gah!
Seen Fenris? His horse is rearing on its two front legs.
War Dawg? Two front legs.
Kovnick Joe? Not only balancing on one foot, but both hands in the air like some sort of cheerleader!
Uhlan Cavalry? Most of the horse poses only have two legs on the ground. The Sergeant pose I swear, only has ONE leg touching the base!
Is the gravity just lighter than normal in the far north of Khador? Every one flitting around like a bunch of butterflies....
Wow, way off topic.... More later.
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