Vorne heard word that containers had been dumped from the Upper Hive into the old dome. The street was a buzz with rumours and gossip of what sorts of treasures they may hold. Vorne wasn't so certain and if there was such treasure it wouldn't be there for long. She gathered up some of her best men and set forth. After about half an hours journey into the dome they stumbled across the first of the shipping containers. No lock had been put on them and the inside of the doors and walls were dripping with blood. Anyone of weaker stomach would have surely emptied its contents at the sight.
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| 56 Zombies... it wasn't enough |
Suddenly gun shots rang out nearby followed by the revving of chain blades. Vorne signaled for her men to rush to the fight, rounding another container she saw Old Kotton Mouth surrounded by Upper Hivers, their clothes ripped and wounds festering. The containers held not unwanted treasure from the Upper Hive but Infected, crazed by the virus and driven into a cannibalistic frenzy. Without hesitation she revved up her own chain sword and charged to intercept another bearing down on Kotton mouth and his offspring. They nodded for both knew the situation was dire and if they were to survive then any petty squabbles would need to be put aside for later.
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| The first round. |
Vorne lost track of time as they started cleaving and burning their way back towards the tunnel network and the way out. Eventually she found herself free from the infected for a moment, the ones in the immediate vicinity were already butchered and scattered across the floor. She carefully peered around the corner, a large group of the Dustmen surrounded 3 Sisters. Damn those Holy Zealots. Looking back she found that Old Kotton Mouth was missing however half his Kids had made it through with her. She informed them and her own men to put away any of their own religious icons and play along.
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| Some of Kotton Mouths Kids |
She rounded the corner hands raised in peace. She could hear more gun fire and moments later a joint force of the Compact and Belorusskayans came down another passage way. She could hear the scraping of feet and twisted howls of the infected, the respite wouldn't be long. Vorne laughed for it looked like she was going to have to work with her hated enemies as well. She spotted a broken Ambot in the corner, its head missing and one leg broken. Razzle was pretty good with machine spirits and set about trying to get it as operational as possible, she managed to just in time for the first wave of the infected.
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| We didn't have a beast lair marker with us so used a half done Ambot |
It blasted waves of melta everywhere and clawed aimlessly at the air, however the mindless infected were stupid enough to attack it and get within its arcs of hellish flames. As Vorne let forth another goute of her own flame she found her tank now empty, lucky she came prepared and got Sable to cover her while she swapped fuel tanks. As she stood up Sable was flung backwards past her by one of the oncoming infected. No time or space unleash her fresh flames; she revved up Death and cut down the on-comer.
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| My Tactics Cards for the Event |
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| Eek |
Cursing Vorne could see just how many infected were sprinting towards her. Looking down at Cuddles and Charming; Vorne knew just what to do and met them head on. Her world became a timeless sea of blood and senseless colours, her chainsword heaving up and down almost rythmically. How long it lasted she knew not but eventually she was able to take stock of the real world.
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| Its like rain, it starts of light but can turn into a shitstorm in a moment. |
Dashing backwards behind the Dustmen Vorne was finally free to let lose with Hate, her flames clogging the air with the smell of burnt flesh. Everywhere she turned were infected, and she wouldn't let go of the trigger, she was going to take them all to hell.
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| Rolled last on initiative, which worked out great for me. |
By the time she emptied her tank again the room was piled high with burnt corpses. Taking stock she could only see herself and Kotton Mouths Kids still standing. Looking about she found Razzle and Sable miraculously unconscious amongst the unburnt bodies behind her. Kotton Mouth and the rest of his Kids came down the passage that they had first arrived from, sticky with blood himself. Vorne knew there was no treasures for herself to be found here. Kotton Mouth had 2 of his lads carry Sable and Razzle while escorting her back to the Warren.
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| The Final Round. |
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Scenario: Meeaaatt!!
Territory: Collapsed Dome
Winner: Kotton Mouths Kids
Good write up and interesting scenario. Was it a co-op game? Didn't know they had those. And who are the Dustmen? Sounds like something out of Planescape Torment.
ReplyDeleteIt was a co-op game, there are few different ones and are meant to be reserved for campaign events. Monster Hunt is another Co-Op one I want to try. I mean its not like I couldn't shoot my "allies" and I certainly tried to roast the Dustmen with my flamer while they were in melee with all the oncoming zombies. He played a tactics card in response that let his people who were on fire act normally and give all their melee weapons the ability to set people on fire. On that note the Dustmen are Cawdor Gang. Planning on doing a write a up on the campaign, its setting and the participating gangs at some point.
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