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40k #Oldhammer 40k - Deathguard
- Von Haakon
- Armeeaufbau
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Oldschool Banner, Oldschool Armeeaufbau, oder etwa nicht? Falls euch der Threadtitel wundert, könnt ihr den Hintergrund und die Motivation für diesen Armeeaufbau in diesem Thema finden:
Was macht man, wenn einem die aktuelle Edition von Warhammer 40k nicht gefällt? #Oldhammer 40k
Oldhammer 40k – 3./4. Edition von Warhammer 40.000 Entschuldigt den Klickbait, aber nun, wo ich eure Aufmerksamkeit habe, möchte ich euch unser kleines Hobbyprojekt vorstellen. Es ist in der Tat so, dass einige in meinem Spielerkreis (mich inklusive) mit der 10. Edition von Warhammer 40.000...
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Ziel unseres kleinen Projekts ist es, die vierte Edition von Warhammer 40k mit den Codizes der 3. Edition zu spielen, dabei aber aus den Möglichkeiten und teilweise auch aus den Optionen der neueren Editionen zu schöpfen, die uns die moderne Miniaturenrange bietet. Heißt, ihr werdet hier leider keine 20 Jahre alten Modelle, Techniken und Farbschemata sehen, sondern eher einen "normalen" Deathguard-Armeeaufbau.
Aber was daran ist nun #Oldhammer 40k?
Um vielleicht dem ein oder anderen die Idee schmackhaft zu machen, um zu unterhalten, zu informieren oder um einige Auswahlen oder Trupps zu erklären wird es neben Bildern zu den Einheiten auch immer etwas Background geben, wie Dinge in dieser Edition funktioniert haben bzw. regeltechnisch designed waren.
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- Von Naysmith
- Astra Militarum: Kommandobunker
- 13 Antworten
Rheinland-Pfalz (67373) Tabletop- & Brettspielverein Crown of Champions ruft zu den Würfeln (AoS, 40k, Warcry, TDE und viele mehr)
Ein fröhliches Servus von dem Tabletop- und Brettspielverein Crown of Champions aus der Pfalz an alle Spieler, Zocker, Nerds und die die es gerne werden wollen.
Bei uns gibt es nicht nur Weck, Worscht und Woi... sondern auch Würfelspiele ;-).
Ein jeder der Interesse an Tabletop- und Brettspiele hat, ob Einsteiger, Anfänger oder Veteran, ist bei uns ein gern gesehener Gast.
Der Fokus unserer Gemeinschaft liegt vor allem auf Age of Sigmar, welches überwiegend im kompetitiven Bereich gespielt wird und Unterstützung in einem eigenen Youtube Kanal, Podcastbeiträgen, selbst ausgerichteten Turnieren im Grand Tournament Format, gemeinsame Besuche von nationalen und internationalen Turnieren findet.
Neben einer bunten Auswahl an Brettspielen, beschäftigen wir uns auch mit weiteren Tabletopsystemen wie Warhammer 40k, Warcry, Kill Team, Freebooters Fate, Malifaux, The Drowned Earth und Star Wars Shatterpoint, um nur ein paar zu nennen.
Regelmäßige Spieltage finden Mittwochs und nach Absprache an den Wochenenden in unserem eigenen Vereinsraum statt, welcher über Spieltische, ausreichend Gelände, verschiedenen Spielmatten und einer passablen Auswahl an Getränken verfügt.
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Freundliche Grüße von der Spielgemeinschaft Crown of Champions e.V.
Bei uns gibt es nicht nur Weck, Worscht und Woi... sondern auch Würfelspiele ;-).
Ein jeder der Interesse an Tabletop- und Brettspiele hat, ob Einsteiger, Anfänger oder Veteran, ist bei uns ein gern gesehener Gast.
Der Fokus unserer Gemeinschaft liegt vor allem auf Age of Sigmar, welches überwiegend im kompetitiven Bereich gespielt wird und Unterstützung in einem eigenen Youtube Kanal, Podcastbeiträgen, selbst ausgerichteten Turnieren im Grand Tournament Format, gemeinsame Besuche von nationalen und internationalen Turnieren findet.
Neben einer bunten Auswahl an Brettspielen, beschäftigen wir uns auch mit weiteren Tabletopsystemen wie Warhammer 40k, Warcry, Kill Team, Freebooters Fate, Malifaux, The Drowned Earth und Star Wars Shatterpoint, um nur ein paar zu nennen.
Regelmäßige Spieltage finden Mittwochs und nach Absprache an den Wochenenden in unserem eigenen Vereinsraum statt, welcher über Spieltische, ausreichend Gelände, verschiedenen Spielmatten und einer passablen Auswahl an Getränken verfügt.
Finden könnt ihr uns in Dudenhofen, zentral gelegen in der Metropolregion Rhein-Neckar.
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40k Neuer Red-Gobbo und Gewinnspiel (+ Black Gobbo)
- Gerüchteküche
- 45 Antworten
Überraschung, der Red Goddo ist mal wieder auf Achse.
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Salamanders Anfänger braucht Hilfe für eine Liste gegen Astra Militarum
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40k We Looted the Entire First Chapter from Brutal Kunnin’ – And You Can Read it Here
- Von von Hohenstein
- Geschichten
- 0 Antworten
(Für den Fall, dass es sonst irgendwann verloren geht. Aber kauft das Hörbuch, der Sprecher ist Meisterklasse)
In the spirit of the book, we’ve been off lootin’, and we managed to pillage the entire first chapter from the Black Library archive. Normally, da boyz aren’t a sharin’ lot, but Gork and/or Mork said we should let you have a look too.
It had been a weird trip through the warp.
Ufthak Blackhawk knew full well that there wasn’t such a thing as a normal trip through the warp, because Gork and Mork had their own senses of humour and liked to mess with the boyz every now and then. He still remembered that time he’d ended up seeing out of his own kneecaps for a while. Then there were all the interesting things you might encounter on a space hulk, like those bugeye wotsits with different numbers of arms that moved like a cyboar on nitrous. That was the great thing about space hulks – never a dull moment. Even when you thought you’d killed everything on board, you’d probably still missed a bit. And even if you hadn’t, odds were you’d still have some ladz with you to have a punch-up with if everything got too boring.
This journey, though, hadn’t been on a space hulk; it had been on a humie vessel, one that Ufthak and his boyz had boarded and taken, and on which Da Boffin had installed and then activated a device he’d called Da Warp Dekapitator. This had caused a katastroffic warp implosion – which was apparently a good thing, although Ufthak thought that ‘catastrophic’ sounded like something that should be happening to someone else – and it had dragged not only the humie ship but also all the ork ships around it into the warp and along the path of its last jump, to arrive back where it had come from.
(There was also the part where most of the bodies of the dead humie crew had merged together into a reanimated mass of flesh and steel that hungered for ork blood, and also the screaming humie faces that ran around on varying numbers of insectoid legs and spat poison, but the boyz had needed something to keep their spirits up on the way.)
Now they’d reached their destination, and had emerged from the warp again with nothing more than the sudden but quickly fading sensation that Ufthak’s skeleton wasn’t where it was supposed to be. And what a destination it was.
‘Dat planet,’ Mogrot Redtoof said, looking out of a viewport, ‘is made of metal.’
Ufthak nodded sagely. Back before they’d boarded the humie ship, he and Mogrot had been rivals – two warriors jockeying for position under the com- mand of Badgit Snazzhammer. Thanks to a series of events involving a large robot, several fatalities and a head transplant courtesy of Dok Drozfang, Ufthak’s undamaged head had ended up on the decapitated Snazzhammer’s undamaged and significantly larger body. After a brief meeting of the minds via a headbutt, Mogrot had settled back into a role as Ufthak’s right-hand ork. That didn’t mean that Ufthak trusted him, of course, but at least he was fairly certain Mogrot wouldn’t try to shank him unless he was already wounded.
‘Looks like a humie mekboy place,’ Ufthak said. ‘Humie mekboy ship, coming from a humie mekboy planet. Makes sense to me.’
‘Why do dey do dat, anyway?’ Mogrot asked. ‘Make dere planets all shiny so ya know dey’ve got flashy stuff ya might want, and den when ya go to get it, dey get all annoyed an’ try to kill ya?’
‘Dat’s da problem wiv humies,’ Ufthak opined knowingly. ‘Dey ain’t logickal.’
‘Boss!’
The shout came from the other side of the bridge, where Ufthak and his ladz had taken up residence after they’d tossed out the corpses of the crew formerly stationed there. Ufthak clumped across the deck, absent-mindedly twirling the Snazzhammer as he went. It had been Badgit’s weapon, a two-handed affair as tall as a humie with its legs still attached, with an electrified hammer on one side of the head and a choppa blade on the other. He was starting to get used to the feel of it now, and couldn’t wait to krump a few more enemies with it.
‘Wot?’ he demanded, coming up alongside Deffrow. The other ork pointed with the few fingers that remained on his right hand, having blown most of them off by hitting a humie with a stikkbomb.
‘Look at dat, boss! Dat ain’t one of ours!’
Ufthak sucked his breath in through his teef as a jagged piece of darkness eclipsed the stars. The ships that made up the Waaagh! fleet of Da Meklord – Da Biggest Big Mek, and a warboss in his own right – were many and varied, but Ufthak was familiar with them, and Deffrow was correct: that wasn’t one of theirs. Impressive though Da Meklord’s flotilla was, none of them looked quite that… killy.
‘Dat’s Da Blacktoof,’ Ufthak said in something close to wonder, as the shape of it became clear. It was a monstrous kill kroozer, bristling with guns and ordnance. And there, leering down at them from under the prow, was a single, huge glyph: a monstrous, one-eyed ork skull, with crossed bones behind it. ‘Dat’s Kaptin Badrukk’s ship.’
The rest of his mob made suitably impressed noises. Badrukk was a legend across the galaxy, a freebooter of infamy and renown, and his presence here surely meant that Da Meklord’s own star was in the ascendancy.
Assuming, of course, that Badrukk was here because Da Meklord had arranged for him to be. If not…
‘Message from da boss!’ Da Boffin shouted, bursting into the bridge in a gust of fumes. At some point in the past, Da Meklord’s favourite spanner had, either due to injury or simple curiosity, replaced his legs with a gyro-stabilised monowheel, and as a result he was now both much faster than a normal boy, and spectacularly poor at navigating stairs. ‘All nobs are to get over to Mork’s Hammer right now!’
Mork’s Hammer was Da Meklord’s flagship, and Da Meklord only called his nobs and bosses together if he had something very important to say… or, alternatively, if he wanted to yell at them all. As a new nob, Ufthak had never attended one of these Waaagh! meets before. His chest swelled with new-found pride, and he slung the Snazzhammer over his shoulder as he turned on the spot.
‘Right den!’ He frowned, as a thought struck him. ‘Wait a minute. Do da ’Ullbreakers go backwards?’ He and his mob had arrived via boarding pods, which were still locked into the side of the humie ship after they’d broken through its ferrous hide.
Da Boffin shook his head. ‘Nah. Dey got just one gear – go.’
‘So how’re we s’posed to get back over dere, den?’ Ufthak demanded. What was the good in being a nob if you couldn’t go listen to your boss telling you what he wanted you to go and stomp?
Da Boffin shrugged. ‘Da humies have shuttles on dis fing. We’ll nick one.’
Ufthak frowned at him suspiciously. ‘You know how to fly one?’
‘Can’t be hard,’ Da Boffin grinned. ‘After all, humies can do it.’
The Waaagh! room of Mork’s Hammer was crowded with orks mashed in shoulder to shoulder. Ufthak saw many faces he recognised and many more that he didn’t, because every single ork of any authority under Da Meklord’s command was here. Surly, black-clad Goffs glowered at camouflaged Blood Axes and blue-painted Deathskulls, while the stench of fuel from the Evil Sunz was almost overpowered, but instead just sickeningly offset, by the smell of squig dung that accompanied the Snakebites. However, most numerous by far were the yellow and black colours of the Bad Moons, which wasn’t only Ufthak’s clan, but also that of Da Meklord himself. They were smartest, the richest and the flashest clan of all, and the reason why the Tekwaaagh! had risen so quickly and so unstoppably. Sure, the Evil Sunz might drive a bit faster, and the Blood Axes might be a bit sneakier, but if you wanted the ladz with the best guns, you wanted Bad Moons.
This many orks in such close proximity was a pretty good recipe for a massive fight, especially given the egos involved. Ufthak could see the huge, horned helm and multiple back banners of Drak Bigfang, the Goff warboss; the collection of junk and scavenged armour plates under which was Gurnak Six-Gunz, the self-proclaimed SupaLoota of the Deathskulls; and the fur-clad bulk of Da Viper, the Snakebite Overboss, whose gargantuan squiggoth was so large it allegedly had a hold all to itself in his kroozer. Any of these orks were capable of leading a Waaagh! in their own right, but no one was starting any trouble worse than jostling their neighbour a bit. No one wanted to end up like Oldfang Krumpthunda, who’d taken Da Meklord on one on one and had been… Well, no one was quite sure what he had been, other than it involved getting hit with Da Meklord’s shokkhammer and then ending up in lots of very small pieces in very different places. Some of the boyz said they were still finding bits of him in the stew, now and then.
Horns blared, a brassy note of challenge and conquest, and everyone shut their gobs and snapped their heads around to look at the dais built at the far end. Part of the wall behind it had been turned into a massive effigy of the face of Mork – or possibly Gork, but Ufthak reckoned it was Mork – and this was now yawning wider and wider as the mighty lower jaw dropped away. Steam and smoke gushed forth, obscuring the dais but accentuating the piercing red glare of the eyes lurking near the ceiling.
Then, first as a looming shadow in the murk, and then as a mighty figure resplendent in his yellow-and-black mega armour, Da Meklord emerged from the mouth of a god.
He was a titanic figure, and that wasn’t just down to the size of his armour. Ufthak’s new body was large enough that he was a head taller than most of the mob under his command, but Da Meklord would have towered over him had they stood next to each other. He made ordinary orks look like grots. His mega armour made him nearly as wide as he was tall, and the bosspole rising up above his head and carrying his personal glyphs and banners added another dimension of awe to his appearance. Half of the overlarge skull that housed his enormous brain was plated in metal; in his left hand he held the shokkhammer, and his right hand disappeared somewhere into the gigantic mess of barrels, ammo feeds and coolant pipes that formed his kustom supa-shoota.
‘ALRIGHT, LISSEN UP!’
The assembled nobs quietened down a bit more, each one intimidated into silence by his stentorian bellow. Ufthak stood as straight and tall as he could, to try and make sure his face was visible, even though he was standing quite far back and there were other, bigger orks with more impressive weapons and armour between him and his warboss. There was something intangible about Da Meklord that grabbed a lad by the throat, focused his attention and drove it home to him that this ork, this ork, was one who knew where he was going, and on whom glory and renown would be showered.
‘Da humies call dis world “Hephaesto”,’ Da Meklord rumbled. ‘Dere’s a lot of ’em down dere. Da red-robe types, da ones what look like Evil Sunz, but squishier.’
A bubble of laughter ran through the assembled nobs, save for the Evil Sunz present, who were doing their best to look like they weren’t glowering. ‘Dey’ve prob’ly got a lot of interestin’ tek, cos dose humies tend to,’ Da Meklord continued. ‘An’ normally, I’d be sendin’ all you down dere to get it, and kill ’em all. But dere’s a little snag.’
Ufthak glanced sideways, and saw his own confusion mirrored on the other green-skinned faces around him. What could possibly be a snag to a Waaagh! as mighty as this one? Unless…
‘See, some uvver gitz got ’ere first,’ Da Meklord said. ‘An’ we could fight dem too, dat could be a good larf, but while we woz doing dat, da humies might get away, an’ dat would just be a waste.’
Heads nodded. Humies weren’t exactly a scarce resource, but you couldn’t always rely on some being about when you wanted a scrap, so it made sense to use the ones that were here.
‘I talked to–’
The temperature in the Waaagh! room plummeted. Ufthak could see his breath in front of his face, and faint tendrils of frost began to creep along the walls. Orks readied their weapons, unsure what was going on but ready to fight it, or, if no better options presented themselves, each other.
The air pressure increased rapidly, from unnoticeable to the point where Ufthak felt like something was pressing in on his eardrums. He shook his head and growled, trying to clear the sensation, but it persisted until–
Vorp!
A bubble of energy washed out from the other end of the dais to where Da Meklord was standing, sending the smoke of his entrance billowing, and incidentally knocking the fumes aside to give every ork in the room a clear view of…
Kaptin Badrukk.
The mightiest freebooter kaptin who’d ever lived. The hero of the War of Dakka, the Breaker of the Grand Guard, and the Plunderer of Tanhotep. He stood resplendent in his lead-lined greatcoat, his bald head crowned by his mighty bicorn, which was as tall as a well-fed grot and dripping with medals taken from the corpses of humie commanders. He was leaning casually on his longblade choppa, and had Da Rippa, a gun so radioactive its simple presence in a room practically constituted an aggressive act, tucked under his arm. He was flanked by three more Flash Gitz, each one imitating him so far as possible in their mode of dress and armament, but not coming close to rivalling his sheer ostentatiousness and utter gaudy magnificence. Lurking behind them all was an ork that had to be Badmek Mogrok, another Bad Moons big mek, who fought under Badrukk’s banner and was undoubtedly the source of his teknologickal advances.
For the first time in his life, Ufthak Blackhawk laid eyes on an ork who might just be as impressive as Da Meklord.
‘Ta-daaa!’ Badrukk bellowed, as though he hadn’t just tellyported into the middle of his rival’s command structure, on his rival’s warship. The sheer guts of the git was jaw-dropping.
Da Meklord turned towards Badrukk with a clank of metal and a hiss of pistons. He looked thoroughly unimpressed, but he hadn’t powered up his supa-shoota or sent the triple heads of his shokkhammer whirling around each other, so violence wasn’t imminent.
‘Kaptin,’ Da Meklord growled. ‘I woz just telling da ladz about how we woz going to be havin’… a friendly kompetition.’
‘Dat’s right!’ Badrukk beamed, showing more teef than it should have been possible to fit into one gob. ‘Plenty of loot to go round down dere, I reckon. Of course, my ladz’ve had a bit of a head start, but dat should just help ya out! Cleared a few obstacles out da way, dat sort of fing.’
‘So we’re all gonna stomp da humies, an’ take dere tek,’ Da Meklord said. ‘An’ your boyz ain’t gonna be shootin’ mine in da back, right?’
‘So long as yours don’t shoot mine first,’ Badrukk leered back at him. ‘Dat would be a shame, when dere’s so many humies to go round.’
‘My forts exactly,’ Da Meklord agreed. ‘So we got a deal, den?’
‘We got a deal,’ Kaptin Badrukk said, nodding. ‘Last one to da gubbinz mucks out da squiggoffs!’ He clicked his fingers, and Mogrok did some- thing. A moment later the temperature dropped again, crackling energy surrounded the freebooterz for a second, and then they were gone once more, as abruptly as they’d arrived.
Da Meklord turned towards his assembled nobs.
‘Get down dere, and wotever ya do, don’t let dat git’s boyz get to da good stuff before ya!’ His face broke into a grin every bit as toofy and menacing as the one that had graced the freebooter kaptin’s. ‘I fink dere’s gonna be a few “accidents” before we’re done ’ere, so make sure yer aiming at Badrukk’s ladz whenever ya fink yer gun might go off by mistake, like when dey’z between you and da best loot. Got it?’
Ufthak joined his voice to the others in a roar of assent to assure their warboss that they had indeed got it.
‘Good!’ Da Meklord drew himself up to his full, magnificent height, and filled his lungs.
‘Now get down dere, an’ get fightin’!’
In the spirit of the book, we’ve been off lootin’, and we managed to pillage the entire first chapter from the Black Library archive. Normally, da boyz aren’t a sharin’ lot, but Gork and/or Mork said we should let you have a look too.
It had been a weird trip through the warp.
Ufthak Blackhawk knew full well that there wasn’t such a thing as a normal trip through the warp, because Gork and Mork had their own senses of humour and liked to mess with the boyz every now and then. He still remembered that time he’d ended up seeing out of his own kneecaps for a while. Then there were all the interesting things you might encounter on a space hulk, like those bugeye wotsits with different numbers of arms that moved like a cyboar on nitrous. That was the great thing about space hulks – never a dull moment. Even when you thought you’d killed everything on board, you’d probably still missed a bit. And even if you hadn’t, odds were you’d still have some ladz with you to have a punch-up with if everything got too boring.
This journey, though, hadn’t been on a space hulk; it had been on a humie vessel, one that Ufthak and his boyz had boarded and taken, and on which Da Boffin had installed and then activated a device he’d called Da Warp Dekapitator. This had caused a katastroffic warp implosion – which was apparently a good thing, although Ufthak thought that ‘catastrophic’ sounded like something that should be happening to someone else – and it had dragged not only the humie ship but also all the ork ships around it into the warp and along the path of its last jump, to arrive back where it had come from.
(There was also the part where most of the bodies of the dead humie crew had merged together into a reanimated mass of flesh and steel that hungered for ork blood, and also the screaming humie faces that ran around on varying numbers of insectoid legs and spat poison, but the boyz had needed something to keep their spirits up on the way.)
Now they’d reached their destination, and had emerged from the warp again with nothing more than the sudden but quickly fading sensation that Ufthak’s skeleton wasn’t where it was supposed to be. And what a destination it was.
‘Dat planet,’ Mogrot Redtoof said, looking out of a viewport, ‘is made of metal.’
Ufthak nodded sagely. Back before they’d boarded the humie ship, he and Mogrot had been rivals – two warriors jockeying for position under the com- mand of Badgit Snazzhammer. Thanks to a series of events involving a large robot, several fatalities and a head transplant courtesy of Dok Drozfang, Ufthak’s undamaged head had ended up on the decapitated Snazzhammer’s undamaged and significantly larger body. After a brief meeting of the minds via a headbutt, Mogrot had settled back into a role as Ufthak’s right-hand ork. That didn’t mean that Ufthak trusted him, of course, but at least he was fairly certain Mogrot wouldn’t try to shank him unless he was already wounded.
‘Looks like a humie mekboy place,’ Ufthak said. ‘Humie mekboy ship, coming from a humie mekboy planet. Makes sense to me.’
‘Why do dey do dat, anyway?’ Mogrot asked. ‘Make dere planets all shiny so ya know dey’ve got flashy stuff ya might want, and den when ya go to get it, dey get all annoyed an’ try to kill ya?’
‘Dat’s da problem wiv humies,’ Ufthak opined knowingly. ‘Dey ain’t logickal.’
‘Boss!’
The shout came from the other side of the bridge, where Ufthak and his ladz had taken up residence after they’d tossed out the corpses of the crew formerly stationed there. Ufthak clumped across the deck, absent-mindedly twirling the Snazzhammer as he went. It had been Badgit’s weapon, a two-handed affair as tall as a humie with its legs still attached, with an electrified hammer on one side of the head and a choppa blade on the other. He was starting to get used to the feel of it now, and couldn’t wait to krump a few more enemies with it.
‘Wot?’ he demanded, coming up alongside Deffrow. The other ork pointed with the few fingers that remained on his right hand, having blown most of them off by hitting a humie with a stikkbomb.
‘Look at dat, boss! Dat ain’t one of ours!’
Ufthak sucked his breath in through his teef as a jagged piece of darkness eclipsed the stars. The ships that made up the Waaagh! fleet of Da Meklord – Da Biggest Big Mek, and a warboss in his own right – were many and varied, but Ufthak was familiar with them, and Deffrow was correct: that wasn’t one of theirs. Impressive though Da Meklord’s flotilla was, none of them looked quite that… killy.
‘Dat’s Da Blacktoof,’ Ufthak said in something close to wonder, as the shape of it became clear. It was a monstrous kill kroozer, bristling with guns and ordnance. And there, leering down at them from under the prow, was a single, huge glyph: a monstrous, one-eyed ork skull, with crossed bones behind it. ‘Dat’s Kaptin Badrukk’s ship.’
The rest of his mob made suitably impressed noises. Badrukk was a legend across the galaxy, a freebooter of infamy and renown, and his presence here surely meant that Da Meklord’s own star was in the ascendancy.
Assuming, of course, that Badrukk was here because Da Meklord had arranged for him to be. If not…
‘Message from da boss!’ Da Boffin shouted, bursting into the bridge in a gust of fumes. At some point in the past, Da Meklord’s favourite spanner had, either due to injury or simple curiosity, replaced his legs with a gyro-stabilised monowheel, and as a result he was now both much faster than a normal boy, and spectacularly poor at navigating stairs. ‘All nobs are to get over to Mork’s Hammer right now!’
Mork’s Hammer was Da Meklord’s flagship, and Da Meklord only called his nobs and bosses together if he had something very important to say… or, alternatively, if he wanted to yell at them all. As a new nob, Ufthak had never attended one of these Waaagh! meets before. His chest swelled with new-found pride, and he slung the Snazzhammer over his shoulder as he turned on the spot.
‘Right den!’ He frowned, as a thought struck him. ‘Wait a minute. Do da ’Ullbreakers go backwards?’ He and his mob had arrived via boarding pods, which were still locked into the side of the humie ship after they’d broken through its ferrous hide.
Da Boffin shook his head. ‘Nah. Dey got just one gear – go.’
‘So how’re we s’posed to get back over dere, den?’ Ufthak demanded. What was the good in being a nob if you couldn’t go listen to your boss telling you what he wanted you to go and stomp?
Da Boffin shrugged. ‘Da humies have shuttles on dis fing. We’ll nick one.’
Ufthak frowned at him suspiciously. ‘You know how to fly one?’
‘Can’t be hard,’ Da Boffin grinned. ‘After all, humies can do it.’
The Waaagh! room of Mork’s Hammer was crowded with orks mashed in shoulder to shoulder. Ufthak saw many faces he recognised and many more that he didn’t, because every single ork of any authority under Da Meklord’s command was here. Surly, black-clad Goffs glowered at camouflaged Blood Axes and blue-painted Deathskulls, while the stench of fuel from the Evil Sunz was almost overpowered, but instead just sickeningly offset, by the smell of squig dung that accompanied the Snakebites. However, most numerous by far were the yellow and black colours of the Bad Moons, which wasn’t only Ufthak’s clan, but also that of Da Meklord himself. They were smartest, the richest and the flashest clan of all, and the reason why the Tekwaaagh! had risen so quickly and so unstoppably. Sure, the Evil Sunz might drive a bit faster, and the Blood Axes might be a bit sneakier, but if you wanted the ladz with the best guns, you wanted Bad Moons.
This many orks in such close proximity was a pretty good recipe for a massive fight, especially given the egos involved. Ufthak could see the huge, horned helm and multiple back banners of Drak Bigfang, the Goff warboss; the collection of junk and scavenged armour plates under which was Gurnak Six-Gunz, the self-proclaimed SupaLoota of the Deathskulls; and the fur-clad bulk of Da Viper, the Snakebite Overboss, whose gargantuan squiggoth was so large it allegedly had a hold all to itself in his kroozer. Any of these orks were capable of leading a Waaagh! in their own right, but no one was starting any trouble worse than jostling their neighbour a bit. No one wanted to end up like Oldfang Krumpthunda, who’d taken Da Meklord on one on one and had been… Well, no one was quite sure what he had been, other than it involved getting hit with Da Meklord’s shokkhammer and then ending up in lots of very small pieces in very different places. Some of the boyz said they were still finding bits of him in the stew, now and then.
Horns blared, a brassy note of challenge and conquest, and everyone shut their gobs and snapped their heads around to look at the dais built at the far end. Part of the wall behind it had been turned into a massive effigy of the face of Mork – or possibly Gork, but Ufthak reckoned it was Mork – and this was now yawning wider and wider as the mighty lower jaw dropped away. Steam and smoke gushed forth, obscuring the dais but accentuating the piercing red glare of the eyes lurking near the ceiling.
Then, first as a looming shadow in the murk, and then as a mighty figure resplendent in his yellow-and-black mega armour, Da Meklord emerged from the mouth of a god.
He was a titanic figure, and that wasn’t just down to the size of his armour. Ufthak’s new body was large enough that he was a head taller than most of the mob under his command, but Da Meklord would have towered over him had they stood next to each other. He made ordinary orks look like grots. His mega armour made him nearly as wide as he was tall, and the bosspole rising up above his head and carrying his personal glyphs and banners added another dimension of awe to his appearance. Half of the overlarge skull that housed his enormous brain was plated in metal; in his left hand he held the shokkhammer, and his right hand disappeared somewhere into the gigantic mess of barrels, ammo feeds and coolant pipes that formed his kustom supa-shoota.
‘ALRIGHT, LISSEN UP!’
The assembled nobs quietened down a bit more, each one intimidated into silence by his stentorian bellow. Ufthak stood as straight and tall as he could, to try and make sure his face was visible, even though he was standing quite far back and there were other, bigger orks with more impressive weapons and armour between him and his warboss. There was something intangible about Da Meklord that grabbed a lad by the throat, focused his attention and drove it home to him that this ork, this ork, was one who knew where he was going, and on whom glory and renown would be showered.
‘Da humies call dis world “Hephaesto”,’ Da Meklord rumbled. ‘Dere’s a lot of ’em down dere. Da red-robe types, da ones what look like Evil Sunz, but squishier.’
A bubble of laughter ran through the assembled nobs, save for the Evil Sunz present, who were doing their best to look like they weren’t glowering. ‘Dey’ve prob’ly got a lot of interestin’ tek, cos dose humies tend to,’ Da Meklord continued. ‘An’ normally, I’d be sendin’ all you down dere to get it, and kill ’em all. But dere’s a little snag.’
Ufthak glanced sideways, and saw his own confusion mirrored on the other green-skinned faces around him. What could possibly be a snag to a Waaagh! as mighty as this one? Unless…
‘See, some uvver gitz got ’ere first,’ Da Meklord said. ‘An’ we could fight dem too, dat could be a good larf, but while we woz doing dat, da humies might get away, an’ dat would just be a waste.’
Heads nodded. Humies weren’t exactly a scarce resource, but you couldn’t always rely on some being about when you wanted a scrap, so it made sense to use the ones that were here.
‘I talked to–’
The temperature in the Waaagh! room plummeted. Ufthak could see his breath in front of his face, and faint tendrils of frost began to creep along the walls. Orks readied their weapons, unsure what was going on but ready to fight it, or, if no better options presented themselves, each other.
The air pressure increased rapidly, from unnoticeable to the point where Ufthak felt like something was pressing in on his eardrums. He shook his head and growled, trying to clear the sensation, but it persisted until–
Vorp!
A bubble of energy washed out from the other end of the dais to where Da Meklord was standing, sending the smoke of his entrance billowing, and incidentally knocking the fumes aside to give every ork in the room a clear view of…
Kaptin Badrukk.
The mightiest freebooter kaptin who’d ever lived. The hero of the War of Dakka, the Breaker of the Grand Guard, and the Plunderer of Tanhotep. He stood resplendent in his lead-lined greatcoat, his bald head crowned by his mighty bicorn, which was as tall as a well-fed grot and dripping with medals taken from the corpses of humie commanders. He was leaning casually on his longblade choppa, and had Da Rippa, a gun so radioactive its simple presence in a room practically constituted an aggressive act, tucked under his arm. He was flanked by three more Flash Gitz, each one imitating him so far as possible in their mode of dress and armament, but not coming close to rivalling his sheer ostentatiousness and utter gaudy magnificence. Lurking behind them all was an ork that had to be Badmek Mogrok, another Bad Moons big mek, who fought under Badrukk’s banner and was undoubtedly the source of his teknologickal advances.
For the first time in his life, Ufthak Blackhawk laid eyes on an ork who might just be as impressive as Da Meklord.
‘Ta-daaa!’ Badrukk bellowed, as though he hadn’t just tellyported into the middle of his rival’s command structure, on his rival’s warship. The sheer guts of the git was jaw-dropping.
Da Meklord turned towards Badrukk with a clank of metal and a hiss of pistons. He looked thoroughly unimpressed, but he hadn’t powered up his supa-shoota or sent the triple heads of his shokkhammer whirling around each other, so violence wasn’t imminent.
‘Kaptin,’ Da Meklord growled. ‘I woz just telling da ladz about how we woz going to be havin’… a friendly kompetition.’
‘Dat’s right!’ Badrukk beamed, showing more teef than it should have been possible to fit into one gob. ‘Plenty of loot to go round down dere, I reckon. Of course, my ladz’ve had a bit of a head start, but dat should just help ya out! Cleared a few obstacles out da way, dat sort of fing.’
‘So we’re all gonna stomp da humies, an’ take dere tek,’ Da Meklord said. ‘An’ your boyz ain’t gonna be shootin’ mine in da back, right?’
‘So long as yours don’t shoot mine first,’ Badrukk leered back at him. ‘Dat would be a shame, when dere’s so many humies to go round.’
‘My forts exactly,’ Da Meklord agreed. ‘So we got a deal, den?’
‘We got a deal,’ Kaptin Badrukk said, nodding. ‘Last one to da gubbinz mucks out da squiggoffs!’ He clicked his fingers, and Mogrok did some- thing. A moment later the temperature dropped again, crackling energy surrounded the freebooterz for a second, and then they were gone once more, as abruptly as they’d arrived.
Da Meklord turned towards his assembled nobs.
‘Get down dere, and wotever ya do, don’t let dat git’s boyz get to da good stuff before ya!’ His face broke into a grin every bit as toofy and menacing as the one that had graced the freebooter kaptin’s. ‘I fink dere’s gonna be a few “accidents” before we’re done ’ere, so make sure yer aiming at Badrukk’s ladz whenever ya fink yer gun might go off by mistake, like when dey’z between you and da best loot. Got it?’
Ufthak joined his voice to the others in a roar of assent to assure their warboss that they had indeed got it.
‘Good!’ Da Meklord drew himself up to his full, magnificent height, and filled his lungs.
‘Now get down dere, an’ get fightin’!’
40k Living metal - Hajo's Necrons
- Von Hajo
- Armeeaufbau
- 108 Antworten
Die ersten Necron-Modelle kamen schon vor über 15 Jahren in meinen Besitz, aber irgendwie hab ich nie so wirklich mit ihnen angefangen. Deshalb hab ich sie nach und nach an meinen Neffen verschenkt, aber der Plan ihn damit anzufixen hat auch nicht funktioniert. Als ich dann angefangen hab Imperium-Hefte zu kaufen, hab ich meinem Neffen die Modelle wieder abgekauft
Wie ihr seht hat sich mittlerweile einiges angesammelt und jetzt wird's Zeit, daß da Farbe drauf kommt.
Was ich schon oft gesehen habe sind Necrons die mehr oder weniger verrostet sind, aber das passt für mich nicht zu einem lebenden Metall, das sich selbst reparieren kann. Deshalb sollen meine Necrons eher chromglänzend werden. Das Testmodell sieht so aus
Ich freue mich über jede Form von Feedback, egal ob Lob, Kritik oder Anregungen. Was das Projekt weiterbringt ist stets willkommen.
Sonstiges Fallout- War, war never changes
- Von GorRok
- Armeeaufbau
- 284 Antworten
Herzlich Willkommen zu meinem Versuch meine Sammelwut zu dokumentieren
Vorspulen zu Anfang des Jahres und ich sah in einem Youtube Video das es zu Fallout auch ein Tabeltop gab was unter dem Namen Fallout Wasteland Warfare läuft.
Der Youtuber hatte Securitrons und ich wurd in New Vegas Nostalgie geworfen, ich kaufte sie mir und bemalte sie ziemlich zügig. Auf Ebay Kleinanzeigen fand ich dann einen guten Deal für das Grundspiel und je 2 Boxen Raider&Institut.
Damit bin ich vollkommen vernarrt gewesen und die Boxen kamen schnell, wurden aber erstaunlicherweise auch genauso schnell bemalt, sodass ich tatsächlich keine unbemalte Box habe die älter als 2-3 Wochen ist ( Output ist in den Pinselrunden des Sommers eingeflossen)
Was zu erwarten ist
Das gleiche was es in den Pinselrunden zu sehen gab. Ich kaufe Boxen die mir gefallen ( und die auch verfügbar sind, teilweise echt ein Kreuz) und bemale sie dann hier nach und nach.
Event Event 11/ 23 (XXXVIII) - Kaleidoskop
- Von Schleckosaurus
- Events & Kampagnen
- 38 Antworten
EVENT 11/23 (XXXVIII)
Kaleidoskop
Zeitraum
01.11. bis 30.11.2023 23:59 Uhr
Ihr könnt euch wieder in diesem Beitrag austauschen. Postet hier also gerne Kommentare und eure Fortschritte zum Event. Bitte haltet euch auch an das Schema für die Anmeldung und die Abgabe
Event-Thema
Hallo zusammen,
das Event-Thema in diesem Monat basiert auf der philosophischen Nachricht eines Moderationskollegen 😀
Ich liebe blau,
Rot is schnella,
Gelb macht glücklich,
Grün für...keine Ahnung was.
Passend zum Herbst soll es also bunt werden! Ich habe mal eine KI ein paar Bilder zu den Farben erstellen lassen und zur Inspiration in einem Banner zusammengefasst.
Diesen Monat ist es also ganz einfach: sucht Euch eine oder mehrere Farben aus und färbt die Mini(s) ein...je bunter desto besser ??
Frohes Schaffen, wir freuen uns schon auf die Ergebnisse!
Ein Event - Kein Wettbewerb
FANWORLD GENRALS ist ein monatliches Event (vom 1. - Ende des Monats). Bei diesen Events geht es nur darum, sich gegenseitig zu motivieren und sich inspirieren zu lassen. Den eigenen Schweinehund zu überwinden oder einfach einen Ansporn für sein Projekt zu finden. Es geht darum Spaß zu haben und Teil einer aktiven Community zu sein. Am Ende erhalten alle mit einer erfolgreichen Teilnahme ein Emblem, das ihr in euer Projekt einfügen dürft. Diese Events sollen ein Ort für das gemeinsame Hobby sein und einen Platz für den Austausch schaffen. Monatliche Themen geben dabei neue Inspiration und machen hoffentlich Lust aus seiner Komfortzone herauszukommen.
Die Rahmenbedingungen
Anmeldung
Bei der Anmeldung bitte folgendes tun:
Der Übersicht halber zur Abgabe bitte folgende Dinge tun:
Am Ende der Events erstellen wir eine Liste, welche User ein Emblem erhalten. Bitte fügt diese dann eigenständig in euren Projekten ein, wenn ihr diese präsentieren möchtet. Wir werden für die Events keine Embleme in euren Projekten einfügen. Fanworld Generals Emblem: Für die erfolgreiche Teilnahme von einem FANWORLD⍟GENERALS Event erhält man einen Stern. Nach 5 erfolgreichen Teilnahmen erhaltet ihr einen silbernen Stern. Nach 10 erfolgreichen Teilnahmen erhaltet ihr einen goldenen Stern. Ein solches Emblem kann jeder User nur einmal pro Event erhalten. Alle Auszeichnungen, die ihr im Armeeaufbau erhalten könnt, findet ihr hier: LINK
FANWORLD GENRALS ist ein monatliches Event (vom 1. - Ende des Monats). Bei diesen Events geht es nur darum, sich gegenseitig zu motivieren und sich inspirieren zu lassen. Den eigenen Schweinehund zu überwinden oder einfach einen Ansporn für sein Projekt zu finden. Es geht darum Spaß zu haben und Teil einer aktiven Community zu sein. Am Ende erhalten alle mit einer erfolgreichen Teilnahme ein Emblem, das ihr in euer Projekt einfügen dürft. Diese Events sollen ein Ort für das gemeinsame Hobby sein und einen Platz für den Austausch schaffen. Monatliche Themen geben dabei neue Inspiration und machen hoffentlich Lust aus seiner Komfortzone herauszukommen.
Die Rahmenbedingungen
- Jeder User von GW-Fanworld.net darf mitmachen
- Ihr dürft zu jeder Zeit einsteigen und am Event teilnehmen.
- Man benötigt kein Projekt im Armeeaufbau
- Ihr habt die Wahl zwischen einem Monatsthema ODER einer freien Aufgabe
- Der Zustand eurer Miniaturen ist egal
- Es geht hier nur um den Spaß und die Motivation. Ziel ist es am Ende des Monats etwas fertig zu haben.
Anmeldung
Bei der Anmeldung bitte folgendes tun:
- Beitrag verfassen mit: @Schleckosaurus Anmeldung
- kurz das Ziel benennen
- aktuelles Bild der Miniatur/en (im Gussrahmen, zusammengebaut, entfärbt, etc.)
Der Übersicht halber zur Abgabe bitte folgende Dinge tun:
- Beitrag verfassen mit: @Schleckosaurus Abgabe
- Bild des fertigen Werks einfügen
- Bild in die Galerie am Ende dieses Beitrags einfügen
Am Ende der Events erstellen wir eine Liste, welche User ein Emblem erhalten. Bitte fügt diese dann eigenständig in euren Projekten ein, wenn ihr diese präsentieren möchtet. Wir werden für die Events keine Embleme in euren Projekten einfügen. Fanworld Generals Emblem: Für die erfolgreiche Teilnahme von einem FANWORLD⍟GENERALS Event erhält man einen Stern. Nach 5 erfolgreichen Teilnahmen erhaltet ihr einen silbernen Stern. Nach 10 erfolgreichen Teilnahmen erhaltet ihr einen goldenen Stern. Ein solches Emblem kann jeder User nur einmal pro Event erhalten. Alle Auszeichnungen, die ihr im Armeeaufbau erhalten könnt, findet ihr hier: LINK
Showcase ?️Pinselrunde 11/23
- Von Iron Guard
- Malen
- 172 Antworten
PINSELRUNDE 11/23
In der Pinselrunde, dem monatlichen Mal-Event der GW-Fanworld, ist jede Nutzer*in willkommen den Malprozess und fertiggestellte Miniaturen und Projekte zu präsentieren. Der Fokus liegt hier insbesondere auf dem gemeinschaftlichen Malen. Ihr seid herzlich eingeladen teilzunehmen, euch gegenseitig anzuspornen und auf Wunsch konstruktives Feedback zu geben! Wir möchten euch mit der Pinselrunde einen Raum bieten, indem ihr euch locker austauschen, kleinere Fragen stellen und Fortschritte präsentiert könnt!
Die Pinselrunde lebt von einer aktiven Community und soll alle begeisterten Maler*innen zusammenbringen. Fortschritte in euren Wettbewerbsbeiträgen könnt ihr hier ebenfalls präsentieren!
Eure fertigen Beiträge im November könnt ihr gerne im dafür vorgesehenen Album hochladen!
Es gibt keine Regeln oder eine Abstimmung. Die Pinselrunde ist mehr wie ein Stammtisch, bei der wir uns treffen und austauschen können.
Als zusätzlichen Anreiz für die besonders fleißigen Pinselheld*innen unter euch, haben wir die Pinselembleme, die ihr euch in euren Malthread oder passenden Armeeaufbau posten dürft, wenn ihr 1x, 5x oder 10x an der Pinselrunde teilgenommen habt und den Prozess sowie die fertige Miniatur präsentiert!
Mit dem Sammeln dürfte im April 2023 begonnen werden, sodass viele von euch den blauen Pinsel bereits in ihre Themen mit aufnehmen können! Ihr dürft natürlich jederzeit dazustoßen und euch einen Platz in der Runde suchen.
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Bester Armeeaufbau des Monats 10/ 23 - Necromunda
- Von Schleckosaurus
- Events & Kampagnen
- 35 Antworten
BESTER ARMEEAUFBAU DES MONATS
10/23
Phase 1: Nominierung
01.11.2023 bis 05.11.2023
Phase 2: Wahl
06.11.2023 bis 10.11.2023
Folgende Projekte stehen in diesem Monat zur Abstimmung:
@GorRok
AoS - Echsenmenschen oder Seraphon. Das ist hier die Frage
"Bessere" Bilder Als Nächstes stehen Kroxigore auf dem Tisch ? und danach muss ich schauen ob ich die neue Fallout Lieferung anfasse oder mich weiter auf Echsen stürze?
www.gw-fanworld.net
@Raben-Floki
Sci-Fi - "Eine Reise in die Vagheit" - Stargrave
Hallo und herzlich willkommen bei meinem neuen Projekt! Seit einigen Monaten überlege ich nun schon, ob ich nicht etwas Neues beginnen sollte, das nichts mit Fantasy zu tun hat. Anfangs war eine Überlegung wieder mit 40k anzufangen, doch die Vielzahl an Büchern und Regelwerken sowie Karten war...
www.gw-fanworld.net
@der-aussem-forum
40k - 🥇² Peters Necromunda Tagebuch
Mehr Forennekromantie! Mehr! MEHR! MEEEEHR! Das Jahr 2022 neigt sich dem Ende. Ich habe erfolgreich in das 40k-Universum zurückgefunden und gleich an mehreren Hobbyfronten Schlachten geschlagen (wenn auch sehr wenige mit Würfeln, eher mit Pinsel und Bastelmesser). Mit einigem Erfolg habe ich...
www.gw-fanworld.net
Die Auszeichnung des Besten Armeeaufbaus des Monats soll eine Würdigung und Anerkennung der Leistung eines Projekts sein und kein Wettstreit. Ihr benennt Projekte, die ihr als besonders herausragend und empfehlenswert erachtet. Sei es durch ihre Langlebigkeit, ein besonders ansprechendes Thema, die exzellente Qualität oder einfach das hohe Engagement dahinter. Monatlich vergeben wir als Community diese Auszeichnung unter ganz verschiedenen Aspekten und Blickwinkeln. Dies macht den BAM zu einer besonderen Auszeichnung, da ein gewähltes Projekt den größten Teil der Community von sich überzeugen konnte. Wir erhoffen uns so einen direkteren Austausch in der Community und ein stärkeres Miteinander. Die Auszeichnung des BAM lebt von einer aktiven Community und der direkten Mithilfe bei der Wahl. Daher ist jede Stimme wichtig und hilft dabei den BAM überhaupt möglich zu machen.
Die Rahmenbedingungen:
- Die Wahl des BAM erfolgt für den vorangegangenen Monat in zwei Phasen (Nominierung und Wahl)
- Ausgeschlossen von Nominierung sind Projekte, die bereits im selben Jahr einen BAM gewonnen haben
- Es dürfen keine eigenen Projekte nominiert werden oder Projekte an den man beteiligt ist
- Phase 1 - Nominierung von genau 3 Projekten unter Angabe von Username und Link zum Projekt
- Phase 2 - Wahl unter den 3 am meisten nominierten Projekten (bei geteilten Plätzen werden auch mehr als 3 Projekte zur Wahl zugelassen)
- Bei Gleichstand in Phase 2 erfolgt eine dreitägige Stichwahl
- Die Ergebnisse sind erst nach eigener Stimmabgabe sichtbar
- Die Wahl ist öffentlich sichtbar
- Die Stimme kann nicht mehr verändert werden
Auszeichnungen:
- Der Gewinner erhält die Forenauszeichnung "Architect" und nimmt an der Wahl zum besten Armeeaufbau des Jahres 2023 teil
- Alle Gewinner der Phase 1 erhalten ein Nominierungsemblem
- Alle User, die 3 Projekte nominiert haben, erhalten ein Kuratoren-Emblem
Wenn ihr immer auf dem laufenden bleiben wollt, könnt ihr euch in den BAM Newsletter eintragen lassen. Dafür reicht eine Erwähnung an @Schleckosaurus und ein kurzer Hinweis, dass ihr in den Newsletter aufgenommen werden wollt. So verpasst ihr keine Nominierung und Abstimmung mehr!
Sonstiges Neuer Warhammer-Webshop 2023 - Zusammenlegung GW & FW
- Von Lordkane
- Allgemeines
- 226 Antworten