Apocalypse Wow

Last Saturday saw the first Apocalypse battle held at the club. The action began at 1pm due to a misunderstanding but in no time at all, over 16,000 points of models had been deployed on the club's lovely boards.


The scenario had been set, with it being late in the Gothic War and the war going against Abaddon, the forces of Chaos decided for one final push. If Chaos could drive the Imperials from the city then the planet would fall to Chaos and Abaddon's crusade could push on. Should the Imperials contain the Chaos forces then it would buy the Imperial fleet time to land fresh reinforcements.

With plenty of cans of beer to hand, the advance was sounded. Tanks were destroyed, infantry slaughtered and even mighty daemon princes were felled.



The Imperial Baneblade was dominating the battlefield until Abaddon (with permission from Ben first, of course) deployed his (not so) secret weapon (well, it has stood in the shop window for the best part of two years).



In a desparate attempt to stop the Warhound, Warmaster Gorun, Commander of the Squat Legions, Hero of the Imperium, Scourge of anything smaller than Him, disembarked from his Mole transport and stepped up to do his duty for the Emperor....



..... and promptly disappeared into the Vortex created by his own grenade! To which end, hordes of Daemons poured out of the Vortex.



The vortex subsequently went on a bit of a killing spree sucking whole buildings into another dimension. It even decided to disappear of the edge of one side of the board and reappear from the opposite edge, Pac-Man style.



More carnage was to be had and much fun was had by all. By the end of it, the Imperials had succeeded on holding onto the city (despite taking an absolute beating) and the club members gave a big thumbs up to Apocalypse. Jervis, have a pint on us. Everyone else, enjoy these pictures.