vital quail
We’ve got a very active group with mechanicum, 2 solar auxilia, world eaters, 2 salamanders, 2 iron warriors, 2 blood angels, 2 dark angels, 3 imperial fists, 2 alpha legion regularly hitting the table. We are enjoying 3.0 and are always looking to expand our playgroup. Shoot a message if you’d like to link up with us for some games!
spark lintel
Do you guys play at The Spire?
vital quail
Do you guys play at The Spire?
Nope, none of us play at the spire
We do have two guys that live in Vancouver though
vital quail
I'm on the island
I’m pretty sure we have a guy who lives on the island! Can I shoot you an invite? We are also very active with hobby and discussion
spark lintel
Sure thing
vital quail
Sanguinius and his blood angels trying to stop mechanicum. Mechanicum victory
vital quail
Iron warriors vs Iron hands
vital quail
We have started our campaign in the Signus cluster!!
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Horus Lupercal, Warmaster of the Imperium, played the role of the dutiful son with cold, perfect precision. Following the betrayals at Isstvan, he had broadcast across the astropathic network, not a threat, but a plea for aid. He spoke of an anomaly, a xenos species of unprecedented psychic malevolence that threatened to unravel the very fabric of Imperial space from within the Signus cluster. He framed it as a shared crisis, a chance for the remaining Legions to prove their strength and unity in the face of a new and horrifying foe.
And they answered.
The warp was a veil of black, clinging to the void like a shroud. Within its chilling embrace, time was without meaning and distance was a lie whispered on the wind. Yet, for all its strangeness, it was not an alien place to the Blood Angels. They had spent decades scouring the galaxy's darkest corners, their celestial fury a beacon of the Emperor's light. But this—the Signus cluster—was different. A psychic miasma, thick with the stench of madness, had settled over their fleet. Mortal crewmen shrieked and tore at their own flesh, their sanity shredded by a malevolent whisper from a world below.
In the dark echo of the Warp, a voice rumbled, not of words but of pure, unrestrained violence. It was a sound that made stars quake and mortal minds shatter. It was the voice of Ka'Bandha, the Daemon General of Khorne, and it was a voice that demanded blood.
quaint condor
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vital quail
The first legion to translate into the Signus cluster was the XVIIIth.
Captain Kraiden of the Salamanders 3rd Company stood on the bridge of the battle-barge Flame of Rebirth, his emerald gaze fixed on the main viewscreen. Phorus hung in the void, a testament to cosmic decay. Once the outermost planet of the infamous Signus Cluster, it was a world stripped bare: dead rock, scoured by solar winds, its atmosphere a thin, toxic veil. The scanners confirmed no life signs, only the faint, unsettling background radiation that permeated the entire cursed system—a psychic scream the Librarians struggled to mute.
"Drop Zone one looks clear, Captain," voxed Tactical Sergeant Ba'ken.
"Clear is a relative term in this hell-cluster," Kraiden rumbled, his voice a low, gravelly thrum.
He donned his helm, the black and green ceramite closing around his face with a final seal of static hiss. "Teleportation coordinates locked. For Vulkan, for Nocturne. We bring the fire."
One moment, they were light and energy; the next, the sharp, freezing dust of Phorus bit at their greaves. The air was a razor's edge of static and sulfur. The ten Astartes of the veteran assault squad fanned out, their sensors sweeping the obsidian landscape. They were searching for a missing scout team, lost after detecting a unique energy signature near a massive, naturally formed obsidian spire.
"Readings stable," Ba'ken reported, but his voice was strained. "No movement."
"The air is too still," Kraiden replied, his instincts screaming.
The barren landscape stretched to a horizon where the system's trinary stars cast a sickly, blood-red light. The silence was heavier than the weight of duty. It was a silence that listened.
Then the silence broke. Not with a sound, but a vibration. The ground trembled. The black dust kicked up into crimson clouds, swirling with a malevolent, unnatural wind. A deep, guttural roar echoed from the obsidian spire, a sound of pure, unadulterated rage that rattled Kraiden’s teeth.
"Contacts! The spire!" Kraiden bellowed.
From the shadows of the jagged rock formation, a tide of crimson erupted. Daemons — their skin the colour of fresh blood, black horns jutting from their bestial heads, hellblades raised high. A wave of slavering, blood-hungry warriors led the charge, their barks and whoops bringing on waking nightmares.
"Sons of Nocturne!" Kraiden roared, raising his master-crafted thunder hammer, Truth's Forge. "Burn the unclean! Unleash the fire!"
The Salamanders met the charge head-on, bolters spitting a torrent of mass-reactive rounds. Blue energy hammers flared to life, and the first lines of daemons crashed against the unbreakable wall of emerald and black ceramite. The dead world of Phorus, silent for millennia, was alive once more with the symphony of war, blood, and the unforgiving roar of unquenchable rage.
iron drum
Dang, just popped into this server and the first thing I see is a dank local group.
vital quail
Salamanders VS Demons again.
Victory for demons this time
vital quail
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If you are interested in getting involved with Horus Heresy 3…. Lately we have been doing homemade baked goods with our games. Come out, enjoy some good food and join our little group for a game or three. We should be beginning our next painting challenge shortly (with prizes, again), and we are about half way through deciding who conquers the first planet in our campaign over a system of 7 planets
