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Posted: Fri Jul 4th, 2008 12:32 am |
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367042M.41 - 367056M.41: Hearing the worsening news from the Templar landing zones, the Space Wolves under Wolf Lord Brawn Coldblood begrudgingly halt their northern offensive and pull back to link up with their embattled brethren to the south of the city, determined to join forces for an overwhelming attack on a yet to be determined weak point of the Space Ports' defensive ring.
The Templar, hard-pressed to hang on to their tenuous foothold on Kalkovac, split their forces and send a sizeable contingent of Marines north fighting a breakout action to link up with the Space Wolves. After consolidating their forces at a rally point east-southeast of the Space Port, the Templar and Space Wolves consult the Imperial Tarot for clues to the enemy disposition, selecting the area to either side of the Primary Fork of the Silex River as a likely site for the breakthrough. After several days of planning the Imperials launch Operation Widekind, named for a fallen Templar Knight from the landing battles several weeks prior.
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Posted: Fri Jul 4th, 2008 12:34 am |
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367056M.41: Operation Widekind begins, and over the next couple days the combined Marine forces aggressively probe the Renegade defenses with their scouts to find the strength of local forces and create diversions to panic their largely untested enemy.
This break in the battle is exactly what the Free Kalkovac forces need to regroup, continue digging in, and assemble a brigade of their ablest troops to counter-attack should the opportunity present itself. They place command of the newly formed First Shock Brigade under the command of Major Cezar Slovak, an ex-Imperial Guard veteran and Kalkovac native. Slovak had returned planetside two years earlier with the the remains of his original regiment and a flood of refugees following the Medusa Campaign, and was judged best suited for the task at hand.
With their own indigenous reconnaissance tracking the progress of the Space Marine operation, the First Shock Brigade assembles and waits for the inevitable attack.
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Posted: Fri Jul 4th, 2008 12:48 am |
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367061M.41, 1541 hours: With favorable reports from their scouts, Operation Widekind kicks into high gear and the Marine offensive rumbles forward to attack the renegade line at Roadblock 341, a poorly defended outpost just north of the river. Their hopes are to smash the impromptu fort and roll up the Free Peoples lines with the river to their back. Unbeknownst to the Marines the First Shock Brigade is assembled and sent to meet their attack.
As both forces converge on Roadblock 341, the under-manned and uninformed defenders of the renegade position believe themselves under attack from every direction at once and man their .50 calibers for their last stand.
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Wolf Man
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Posted: Fri Jul 4th, 2008 02:42 am |
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Gaaahhhh!!!
Sooooo Cool!!!
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Jeppy
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Posted: Fri Jul 4th, 2008 08:28 am |
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(367032M.41, 01023 hours)
(sounds of alert sirens across the ships of Battefleet Queens)
"Attention, Attention! All hands-Battle Stations! All Marines to Bays! Prepare for landing! T-15 minutes!"
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Wolf Man
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Posted: Mon Jul 7th, 2008 09:23 pm |
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Brawn sat slumped over in his chair. His chin rested in the crook of his folded arm as it lay upon the table and he stared blankly at the dozens of empty bottles of Krakensfoil Ale arrayed before him. His free hand fiddled with one of the bottles, gently rocking it back and forth.
The immense battle that had taken place the night before had been a scene of mass carnage and destruction. It was by far the largest conflict the Space Wolves had seen upon their arrival on the rebellious planet of Kalkovac, and it had cost both sides dearly in the amount of lives lost. Brawn Coldblood burdened himself with the weight of the many orders he had given that night. Orders that had sent some of his brethren off to their deaths. Eventually, he had to give the order to withdraw under the overwhelming number of rebels advancing on his position and upon returning to camp, he could not rest. His mind replayed the horrifying scenes of the gruesome battle over and over. In his suffering he had turned to the Ale which he had been saving for a victory celebration. A celebration that seemed so close when the Space Wolves had first made planetfall. Their arrival upon Kalkovac was met with success after success, and victory seemed to loom just over the horizon. Their Black Templar brethren had not been so lucky, or efficient in their campaign to the south, however, and Brawn's warriors were called upon to fight alongside the beleaguerded Templars in an attempt to secure their offensive stance on Kalkovac. But during tactical meetings with the Black Templars High Command, Brawn began to understand why military success was consistently out of reach for his Space Marine brothers. They were arrogant.
The Templars did not understand their opponents, and therefore did not take the proper precautions when developing their attack forces for the battles that were to take place upon the rebel planet. Drop pods were to be the Templars primary means of transport to the battlefield, and they planned to land in the midst of the enemy. While brave, this tactic bothered Brawn, and he voiced his concerns to the Templar Commanders. But his concern was dismissed. The Templars were sure of their armor, weapons, warriors, and faith. Too sure.
Brawn's reddened eyes stared into the empty brown bottles strewn across the table. Soon his unfocused gaze began to form the bottles into the silhouettes of Templar drop pods. The lamp light within the tent seemed to fade away and Brawn began to hear faint explosions and voices yelling through the static sound of gunfire. The glinting red light of lasercannon and plasmagun seemed to bounce from bottle/drop-pod to bottle/drop-pod. The sounds of warfare grew louder within his head. He could feel his muscles tightening within the confines of his Terminator armor. The walls of the rebel outpost arose before him, and he was back there again, back in that hell that he could not escape.
Explosions seemed to fall all around him now. His Terminator squad flanked him on either side as they pumped hundreds of rounds into the rag-tag militia forces set against them within the rebel outpost. He could feel the ground tremble as the monstrous Dreadnought Bjorn trudged past his squad unleashing a million steel fire-flies that zipped from its assault cannon and found their targets inside the bodies of screaming rebels across the courtyard. Return fire from the traitors careened off of the thick iron hide of the huge beast until a rocket hit home disabling the Dreadnought's cannon. Thick, black smoke belched from the metal beast's right arm and with a giant steel claw raised high on its left, it went lumbering forward into the enemy.
"Forward men! Forward!", Brawn yelled into his comms mic. Messages from across the battlefield hissed and screamed into his ears. The voice of Rune Priest Erik Darklight came across loud and clear.
"Sir! The templars are beginning to fold on the southern sector! I have Cezar Slovak's squad in sight! Your orders, sir?!?"
"Yes, Erik. Take them!" Brawn grimmaced and shielded his eyes as a great explosion erupted in front of him. The dreadnought had found its prey in a rebel tank and seemed to wallow in the burning flames that lapped at its giant torso.
Another voice came across the commset.
"My Lord, landspeeder interceptor team here. The Templars have not landed in the northern sectors as planned. The enemy artillery is operating freely. We request an order to engage, sir."
Brawn knew it was a suicide run, the three lone speeders would not make it back to base, but he had to make a snap decision and he could not let the enemy artillery hammer them from a distance.
"For Russ my brothers. Good hunting."
Another terminator squad located on Brawn's right had taken up residence in a tower bunker and began to fire upon hordes of rebels attempting to cross a small bridge which led into the rebel compound and toward one of the marines' objectives. With one objective already secured and this last one located within the rebel outpost itself, Brawn ordered his squad forward once again.
Enemy fire seemed to fill the air around him. From his vantage point within the courtyard of the rebel base, Brawn could see the last of the Templar drop pods landing and expelling their zealous troops into the waiting plasma fire of the enemy. The Templars were being gunned down whole-sale and sight of so many marines falling to their deaths gave Brawn pause. The scene was truly horrific, and Brawn knew there was not much time left. Ragnar Blackmane had rampaged through the main outpost building and a squad of Grey Hunters had secured the tower bunker closest to the rebel front lines.
"Squads Tiber and Faustilus, secure what you can from the objectives..."
Something suddenly smashed into Brawn's right shoulder and nearly knocked him to the ground. The amount of laser fire and explosions being directed at his position created a kind of strobe effect and through the constant flashing and thunderous explosions Brawn looked to the ground to see that his squadmate Hakkon Greatfist lay dead at his feet.
Brawn's jaw tightened. A great rage quickly erupted within him that he knew he must quell before it took control and he led his battle brothers into the same fate that the Templars had met.
The battle was falling apart. The Templars were nearly all killed in their rush to attain glory. And the overwhelming forces of the Kalkovacian Rebels were moving ever forward no matter how many of them lay dead and dying on the dirt before them.
"Yaaarrrrggh!!!"
Last edited on Mon Jul 7th, 2008 09:30 pm by Wolf Man
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Wolf Man
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Posted: Mon Jul 7th, 2008 10:36 pm |
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Brawn found himself back in his tent at the camp. He was standing with fists clenched and breathing heavily. He had apparently overturned the wooden table during his flashback and the rage that had ensued. Empty brown bottles rolled away from him in all directions.
Taking a few deep breaths, Brawn slowly sank back into his seat and put his face in his hands. He then began to gently massage his aching temples.
A Space Wolf Marine in full power armor, with helmet removed, quickly entered the room and gave a slight pause at the sight of the disheveled tent and the bottles scattered throughout the floor.
Brawn wearily looked up and said, "What is it, Agathon?"
The young marine hurridly rushed to Brawn's side with great anticipation.
"My Lord, we've uncovered something from our take of the stores within the rebel base. Have a look."
The marine handed Brawn a thin ceramite data slate, which Brawn powered up skeptically.
As his eyes floated back and forth over the information contained within the device a slight amount of color returned to Brawn's pale face. His reddened eyes widened, and the spark of a slight smile began to take hold in the corner of his mouth.
"Well," he said, "This IS promising news."
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Ben
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Posted: Tue Jul 8th, 2008 03:43 am |
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| Any pictures of these battles...sound pretty fun..was that a campaign you guys have been running??
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Wolf Man
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Posted: Tue Jul 8th, 2008 01:25 pm |
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I forgot to bring my digital camera last time around.  Hopefully next game we'll take some pictures.
This is sort of a "free form" campaign. We've taken it upon ourselves to create a setting - Planet Kalkovac - and then fill that setting with details from the characters we field in battle, the outcome of the battles, and the fluff we write up in between the games we play. Peter takes the extra step to provide a space for us to throw-down and also sets up the campaign maps to follow the battles and the fluff.
So far, it has made for a very interesting campaign. I like how we can play off of each other's own story line. Like, my last little installment of the Space Wolf point of view, I'll just let Peter decide what I found on that data slate from the Rebel Outpost. That will probably setup another battle, and then we'll just go from there.
It's pretty cool. 
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Posted: Tue Jul 8th, 2008 08:34 pm |
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Wolf Man wrote:
This is sort of a "free form" campaign. We've taken it upon ourselves to create a setting - Planet Kalkovac - and then fill that setting with details from the characters we field in battle, the outcome of the battles, and the fluff we write up in between the games we play.
Seti and I had been doing somthing like this in the "Crusade of Winky" eldar vs. ork battles. http://www.d-company-wi.com/forum1/536.html After a few games certain trends started occuring (like the demolition of my warbosses brain) that have carried through to this day. I still don't have a "regular" warboss, and my old warboss went nutso from his brain being rebuilt so many times (orks can do such things, e.g. MadDoc Grotsnik et al). Now he's a psyker.
I think more people should do this. When you have a battle against someone, write up a flavorful battle report about it! Wolfman's narratives should be used as inspiration.
I'm loving every post in this campaign.
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