Batrep sa ljetnog turnira

[Djuro]

Bilo je krasno za jedan sajam proktologa pod visokim pokroviteljstvom grofa gornje vestfalije i ilirskih pokrajina.
Sve sam bitke spusio sa malo razlike tak da sam bio 20i.

Aksuli jednu sam dobio ali je visoki sud turnira nakon 10 minutnog vjecanja zakljucio da je u interesu nase male pokrajine bolje da izgubim.
Spasile su me zastavice na maketama pa sam djelio 3 mjesto za painting sa lukom i bornom.
Cestitam svim divnim ljudima ciji je trud donio taj neocekivani rezultat
Po redu i kolicini modela u vojsci
Kruno glavoboljcek, dredo koji nema nadimak te raso sweet 17.

Sto se tice liste zvala se lov sa rostiljem i zivom muzikom.
Imo sam sve za dobar provod od stefa na rostilju, hrascanskih cestitara do branka uvodica.
Ali lista je bila losa a ja jos losiji jerbo su me svi varali ko snuta.
Cak i raso koji mi je prodo burek da mu je vojska pofarbana ali ih nije vadio iz transporta ali kak je pehist ulovio ga je sudac pa mu je uletio mali od jurjevica sa ofarbanim praznim bazama sa 3 boje pa su rasi dopustili da nastavi turnir.

Bit ce bolje drugi put siguran sam jer cu se prijaviti kao hans katatrinenburg, ubost cu kodeks na svapskom i nemam me nitko, rul is djuro kill ju, luk in maj kodeks ander kartofelsalt shweinstaiger, ja dat is d rul dat djuro kill ju.
A i vojska ce dobit bar 20 posto bolje ocjene za farbanje.
Salu na stranu, bilo je ljepo igrat protiv drugih vojski i ec sam vidio 2 ili 3 ljudi od tamo sa kojima bi volio bacit partiju.
Najljepse sjecanje sa turnira mi je bilo gledat mlado od pawergejmera kako se svi smjeskaju jedni drugima dok se medjusobno lose varaju u nadi da im onaj drugi nece stisnut nulu, pa tokom cijelog turnira svi nesto skakucu oko bivsih protivnika jer se ocjene predaju na kraju, total o kul, da sam bio pametniji mogo sam se ogrepst za neki rucak.

Nakon ovog turnira jos bise cijenim nasu malu zajednicu i nasu domovinu hrvatistan, hvala vam svima clanovima arkadie koji ste uspjeli odrzati pravi duh 40 k, onanija, pivo i chaos gate!!!!!
A sad bi mi mogli organizirati turnir malo za promjenu, i pozvat turke i magjare.

[TIFUSAR]

A da ti prestaneš igrat 40k i počneš pisat 40k priče?! :D
Dobar batrep, btw.

[Turk]

Svaka čast Djuro! Krulik me zamolio da postam kako izgleda priča koja je osvojila nagradu. Zanemarite gramatiku koja je u potpunom kurcu. Nakon čitanja ćete shvatiti da je bitnija kvaliteta od kvalitete. Uživajte!

[ LUKA RUKAVINA ]
SHADOWS IN THE MIST

It took only six months for planet Urgus to fall in total chaos. Disappearences of a few hundred people in the slums of the underhive or a few missing arbiters were nothing new. Wars betwen hive gangs or an ocasional attack on an arbiter patrol were common accurances and were left as only a footnote in a report filed by some overworked munitorium adept. No one had any idea, so when the first insurrections started local law enforcement was caught with its guard down. It started as it always starts on a million of worlds in the Imperium. A few workers, unhappy with the treatment in the factories, started protesting against the rule of the Imperium. These were common accurances so arbiters took care of the situation fast and clean taking out proclaimed leaders and suppressing the rebels before they had time to react. All was in good order according to planets governer and his high officials. Soon they will discover, at the expense of their own lifes, that they were deadly wrong.

The situation changed almost over night. In only a couple of weeks the hives of Urgus were plagued by insurrections. Something that only a few weeks ago was a small timber kept in check by aggressive patrols of the arbiters, was now a raging flame that enveloped every hive on the planet. Suprisingly well organised and equiped rebels struck from the shadows taking out arbiter patrols and headquatters in a series of suicide attacks carried out by frenzied zealots and infiltrators. In a week the strongest law enforcement organisation in the Imperium was decimeted, its men slaughtered and its assets demolished. Governer Melnus reacted by proclaiming marshall law and mobilising the PDF. It was his last decision as a governer. A few hours afther he and most of his staff were killed by a rigged servitor. The explosion took almost half of the governors palace. His death signified the beginning of the end for Urgus.

Lyrgis and what was left of his squad ran for their lives trying to negotiate the marshes of Ulanors southern hemisphere. How could this happened, Lyrgis tought. Only two days ago he was surrounded by almost fifthy thousand soldiers ready to bring the wrath of the Emperor against the rebels. He rememberd entering his Chimmera APC ready to take him and his squad to the front lines. Then all hell broke loose. The explosion took him of his feet just as he was scrambling up the assault ramp. Turning his eye towards the center of the colum he could see a smoking crater two hundred meters in diameter in a place where only a few seconds ago generals Karim's Baneblade stood ready to move out with the rest of the colum. The only super heavy tank in the PDF's arsenal was now a smoking ruin. The blast took it apart in a second taking almost half of the columns tank squadrons with it. The explosion was followed by something much worse. Screams of pain and fear intercepted by lasfire were suddenly all around the staging area. Dark shadows charged out of the dust storm lifted by the explosion. Covered in blood and standing over three meters high the figurse crashed in the lines of still shellshocked PDF troops. The buzzing of chainswords and louder bangs of what must have been bolters almost drovened the screams of the dying. Moving through the dust to try to link up with more troops Lyrgis caught a glimps of the enemy. The image stopped him in his tracks. The attackers were Astartes clad in dark baroque power armour decorated with bat-like wings wielding massive talons coverd in blood, body parts dangeling of thick chains decorating their armour. Turning on his heels Lyrgis ran terriffied his squad folowing him into the storm.

That was three days ago. Three days of running. Three days of hiding. Three days of pain and blood and hunger. Of the original ten men that have followed Lyrgis only two of them survived. Lost in the horrors of the last few days Lyrgis lost his footing falling in the smelly water of the marshes. Swearnig loudly he got up resting his back on a cold stone raising from the murky water. His companions fell exhausted beside him. Panting against the cold rock, Lyrgis closed his eyes hoping for a few seconds. He was tired and hungry. He needed sleep. Not that he´ll get any. Opening his eyes he saw his men, Alegro and Priam, pointing their guns at him eyes wide in terror. Turning slowly Lyrgis found himself face to face with a giant. Lyrgises legs turnd jelly falling just in time for the panicked lasbeams of his companions flying over his head. The Astartest moved fast as lightning dodging the poorly aimed shots and carving his way into the shooters. With a flick of his taloned hand he took Alegro's head of his shoulders at same time disemboweling Priam where he stood. It took less than two seconds.

Dumbstruck and cowered in blood of his men, Lyrgis was unable to move, fear making his limbs heavy as lead. As the Astartes turned and slowly came at him, Lyrgis shut his eyes waiting for the killing blow to fall. It never did. A hot white ball of plasma suddenly came out of the mist striking the Astartes square in the chest gouging a fist size hole in his chest. The body fell with a grunt of pain sinking into the murky water of the marshes. Opening his eyes Lyrgis raised his head from the sinking body to look at his rescuer. Out of the mist ten huge shadows emerged. Clad in grey power armour covered in animal skins and bone fetishes they moved silently spanning out to secure the area. None of them even looked at Lyrgis shivering in the low water. Suddenly a single Astartes moved from the mist. Clad in dark power armour covered in teeth and skulls of largest wolves Lyrgis has ever seen. From his shoulder hung the pelt of a giant bear and his helmet was fashioned to resemble the skull of a wolf. Its eyes were dark pits from which two ember lenses looked directly at Lyrgis. In his right hand smoked a large plasma pistol, its coils burning with inner fire of hell itself. In his left hand he caried a large mace in a shape of a wolf skull surronded by eagle wings.
Moving slowly the giant surveyed the surroundings. Noding slihtly he turned his back to Lyrgis and moved quickley back in the mist closely folowed by his companions leaving Lyrgis alone in the water. Shaking form shock and the cold Lyrgis tried to comprehend what just happened. The horror of everything that happened was overwhelmming but what Lyrgis saw in the last few seconds of his encounter with his mystirious saviour brought tears to his eyes. He recognised the symbol on the dark figures shoulder from the temple he went to as child. The crest represented a white wolf stalking a lone star. It was the symbol of one of the most celebrated and feared protectors of humanity. Holding his hands to his face Lyrgis started preying for salvation was at hand. The Wolves have come to Urgus.

[Djuro]

Jesi ti rodom iz like?

[mkrulik@inet.hr]

dobar

[Turk]

Familija je iz Like no ja sam rođen u Zagrebu.

[Djuro]

Vis kak sam skuzio, to je taj stil pisanja.

[TIFUSAR]

Dobra priča, Borna; mogo bi se s Djurom udružit i izdat zbirku kratkih priča.

[Turk]

Već vidim... Hodajući kroz maglu čopor spejs vulfova naleti na neonski natpis ŠTEFS GRILL. Pogledaju jedni druge i odu na banjalučke čevape i Žuju. Hej, pa ovo uopće ne zvuči loše :)

[TIFUSAR]

[Malleus Malleficarum]

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