During my brief visit to Brazil to catch up with family and friends, I had a chance to indulge in one of my favorite pastimes: waging tabletop war. Fortunately, I had some trusty old buddies as well as some new faces to share the experience with.
My opponent for this game was a generous soul who kindly lent me his Tzeench Daemons so we could keep things thematically appropriate. In turn, he seized the opportunity to unleash his Harlequins in all their unhinged glory in a 1500-point Nephilim matched play game.
As we reviewed each other's lists, I couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by the potent army my opponent had assembled. Nonetheless, I was determined to give it my best shot with my own army. Check out the summary of what we had below:
- Shadowseer
- Dark Reaper
- 3x Troupes
- Solitaire
- 4x Star Weavers
I was playing the following:
- Lord of Change
- Kairos Fateweaver
- Changecaster
- Changeling
- 2x Blue Horrors
- 2x Exalted Flamers
- 3x 3 Flamers
- 3x Screamers
We decided to play the Data Scry-Salvage mission, which promised to be a challenging and strategic affair. As we deployed our troops and began to wage war, halfway through the first turns, my opponent's fortunes had waned, and he seemed to falter in his resolve. I saw an opportunity to help him realize the untapped potential of his army, and I encouraged him to keep his spirits up and fight on despite the odds.
To my delight, it had the desired effect, and he mounted a valiant comeback. From that point on, the game took on a dramatic and unpredictable quality, with victory swinging back and forth like a pendulum. In the end, it was anyone's guess who would emerge victorious, but the thrill of the battle and the camaraderie of the moment made it a memorable experience for all involved.
An ancient eldar paradise world, lost to war and transformed by the Imperium, concealed a secret webway path that snaked across leading to the coveted Black Library. The forces of Tzeench, led by a cunning Lord of Change duo - the master of fate and the mistress of destiny - lay in wait for their prey, a troupe of elite Harlequins tasked with patrolling the sector.
As the veil between reality and the warp thinned, the Harlequin Voidweavers emerged from the shadowy webway to confront the looming daemonic incursion. With their sleek vehicles and expertly crafted weaponry, they stood poised to strike down the fiends and defend their realm with all their might.
The Harlequins ready for a relentless onslaught as the demonic incursion threatens to overwhelm them from all angles, forcing them to fight a desperate battle to keep the Webway entrance safe.
The Lord of Change, his mind brimming with malevolent schemes, unleashed a trick of dark magic, opening an infernal gateway behind the unsuspecting Harlequins. The resulting carnage was a sight to behold, as the dancers of death were caught off-guard and met with horrific losses.
The death Jester takes aim at the incoming daemons from his vantage point atop an imperial ruin.
But the solitaire led the charge as two troupes got into the fray, determined to halt the daemon incursion, even if it cost them their lives.
The Eldar's valiant stand against the Lord of Change comes at a great cost
The Screamers of Tzeench streak across the battlefield with lightning speed, their razor-sharp talons poised to strike the Harlequin troupe as they dart across the warzone.
Undeterred, the mistress of destiny summoned a horde of Tzeench flamers to the battlefield, their hellish forms materializing in the midst of the scattered Harlequin forces. The screeching Screamers charged forth, their razor-sharp talons slashing through the air with deadly precision. With the shadowseer felled, the resolve of the troupe began to falter under the relentless onslaught.
Just as all seemed lost, a lone figure emerged from the shadows - the Death Jester, his eyes ablaze with the fire of vengeance. With a leap from atop his perch, he charged forward, his weapons at the ready. In a fierce duel, the Death Jester managed to defeat the Changeling in single-combat, destabilizing the warp and banishing all the daemons out of the webway.
But victory came at a great cost. The Black Library's secrets were preserved for another day, but the path to its gates remained open, a constant reminder of the danger that lurked in the shadows. The eldar souls lost in the battle would never sing their songs again, their voices forever silenced by the horrors of war.
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