Gathering Intel for a 40k Campaign

Groovy I hope you can make it

Not got definite numbers but there seems to be a lot of chaos players coming out the wood work:) all the better and will make for a more desperate battle

If I am sisters/ grey knights / inquisition, does that count as 3?

Lol no as you are only one person……… even if you have more than one personality   
Remember you can use one codex that is your primary and you chose your avatar from but you can use allies.
So if you have chosen grey knights your primary detachment must compose of units from that codex along with your avatar but you could use sisters as allies……….. this all gest more complicated with unbound mind you lol

Lol. I am using inquisition as my main codex, as it works in a better context for campaign

Oh please tell me your not doing unbound lol

If 7th allows it then you can do it……….. though It might be an idea to forewarn your opponent about it before hand.

Unbound can be powerfull but you can more or less do the same with a bound army now and with much better benefits

Says in the book both players have to agree to it is why I ask

Sound fair to me lol
No one can make you play after all and if someone takes a really cheesy list they might well find they have not one to play.

Agreed just liked that bit in the book made me chuckle

Sounds 'bout right my list is cheesey enougth lol

that made for a good read thank you for that look forward to the rest

thanks man
i have idears but it takes time to get them down into something that works lol

I have created a avatar reward table on my master excel sheet along with random number generator.

You get 1 reward for every 4 victory’s your avatar achieve with up to 3 rewards each.

 

There are 8 reward 5 of them being rolls on relevant warlord trait tables (so you could get up to 4 warlord traits including the one you start with)

1 is an escape plan that allows your avatar to cheat death on a roll of a 6.

And 2 are buffed power swords that are unique. Nothing two powerful but if your avatar manages to kill the wielder of this weapon then it becomes yours and is a free weapon you may use or not as  you wish. if anyone else kills the wielder of the weapon then it goes back into the reward list till it is rolled once more.

Farseer Talrin and his warlock bodyguards entered the Webway chamber that would lead to the world of Regis, just one more obstacle stood in the way of the invasion of a world his castings told him could cripple the eastern fringe and hasten the primordial enemy’s hold on the galaxy.
The last obstacle stood before him, his pail skin and dark hair a stark contrast to his blood red segmented armour, he wore a long cloak made from a dozen different skins, including Eldar Talrin noted. Archon Kalril stood alone and unarmed it would appear, a subtle jib implying he needed no protection, Talrin knew better then to think he did not have a Webway portal ready with reinforcements at his beck and call however.
Regardless of the subtle insults, the reason for the meeting was to find the price for his Dark kin’s help, Talrin knew it would be high and he was willing to pay it. “None of you are to speak or respond to his insults” Talrin instructed his warlocks though a mind link and received there reinsurances in like.

“Well met brother” Kalril’s mocking smile implied it was not a warm welcome. And Talrin merely bowed his head in return not rising to the bait.

“Time grows short Kalril and I need your skills in the war that is to come”

“Did you see that in your floating stones brother? Or have you and your kin finally decided to let loose and have some fun?”
Supressing a sudden desire to turn Kalril’s mind to jelly and see how he liked regenerating from that, Talrin meditated on being calm and keeping his war mask in place.

“If the threat is not stopped here Kalril then most of the eastern fringe will be consumed by a warp rift and most of your sport along with it, name your price and be done with it…. brother” the word brother made Talrin feel ill and the smile Kalril gave in return did not help.

“I see you are not in the mood for sport brother so let’s get down to business. Every soul on the plant seems reasonable to me dose it not?”
Kalril’s smile almost seemed innocent, a considerable achievement considering he had been spreading pain and misery across the galaxy for over two thousand years if not more that Talrin knew of.

“Would that include the souls of me and people Kalril? I don’t intend to play games or linger on this world and I doubt you do either. We will not stand in your of making slaves of any of the lesser races we defeat combined or alone, you can empty the city’s and drag them kicking and screaming back to your hell hole of a home, but we must start now”
Talrin could tell Kalril was surprised though he showed no sign of it on his face, he had aimed high and expected to get bartered down as was often the case in these situations, but this was an agreement to good to be true for the dark Eldar, though for just a moment Kalril seemed to consider pushing for more.

“Bargain well struck brother and I can see you don’t want to dally. To tell you true the attack has already started and my forces are already securing the city that covers the main Webway portal. When will you be joining us?”
It was Talrins turn to hide his surprise, though he knew he should not have been, the dark kin where always happy to have reason to kill and needed little excuse to raid any world.
Turning to one of his warlocks he gave the nod to get the Warhost underway.

 

Private Gill huddled in the drain entrance just below the bridge that ran over one of the open waste ways. Its trickle or water long sins turned red.
He didn’t know what had happened or why but everything was going wrong, there was running and screaming as well as sporadic weapons fire all over the city, bat like aircraft swarmed though there air pummelling any attempted to marshal resistance and all sorts of madness seemed to hunt and kill, with the very shadows coming alive and monsters from his nightmares stalking the streets. He had even seen a flock of birds descend and shred a group of terrified civilians to bloody offal. He had been part of the Regis 101^st, 3^rd platoon, defending the West gate. Without warning a green vortex appeared above the city, all he could do to describe the attackers as having floating boats painted crimson and came screaming out of the vortex with people hanging of the side spitting death from their weapons all over the city. They had held out well at first but then portals started opening around them with more red armoured warriors spilling forth, even a little nick from their weapons seemed to inspire agonising death. That was when it had all fallen apart and they had broken in every direction, he was alone now and had no idea of what to do.
Suddenly from the heart of the city a pillar of ice blue light shot into the air bathing everything in its early ghostly light before shutting off just as suddenly.
Gill had no idea what it had been but now the very earth shook and he moved further into the drain seeking cover.
Just then a man fell into the waste way landing with a bone braking crunch abruptly cutting off his scream. He was followed by a group of Red armoured warriors jumping down and landing lightly on there feet. Gill stayed stock still, no one could see him in the darkness he told himself, but the lead warrior seemed to be looking right at him and started for the drain. Gill raised his las gun and took aim, the crimson warrior stopped, tilted his head and raised both his hands backing off before bowing and signalling the others to leave, Gill was still trying to figure out what was going on as the shadows came to life behind him and consumed him.

 
Talrin stepped thought the threshold of Webway into a large square at the heart of the human city. Immediately he could see the south and eastern quarters of the city where all but ablaze with thick smoke rising high to join the thicker layer of clouded above, pillars of smoke and the clouds they merged with where illuminated orange and yellow by the inferno below them.
In the buildings immediately surrounding the square he could see battle damage as well as kabalite warriors clearing the last few pockets of resistance with the flash of intense gunfire coming from the interior of some of the larger cathedral like buildings. Around the edge of the square itself there where lines consisting of thousands of humans, men, women and children all watched over by yet more Kabalite warriors as they were marched through Webway portals to a short and cruel end if they were lucky.
At the heart of the square the paving had been blown out and all that was left was a gaping hole with teams of human’s slaves digging down and revelling the top of an ancient Webway portal, this would allow them to bring in the bigger war machines of the Craftworlds kin that would be needed for the battle ahead.
As Talrin took this all in at a glance his forces exited the portal behind him and would be doing likewise at a dozen other locations across the city.
If he did not ware his war mask Talrin might well have wept at what he saw let alone the deal he had struck with the Dark kin, but each human who was taken to died in the dark city was one less soul to die here and so weaken the boundary between reality’s, each dark kin who fought and fell meant one more of the Craftworlds kin would not need to and Kalril was destined to fall here for the last time.
Shaking his head he gave the order to crush the last pockets of resistance in the city and secure Webway portal, the engines of Vaul where waiting and they would be needed before the end.