Trading Places: Thousand Sons vs Militarum Tempestus

Back to the Virtual, but you might recognise the combatants.

Yes, it's me, Kraken, but confusingly wearing the army of another (namely that of I, Stylus). After losing in straight sets all through the Woffboot, I wanted to give the Militarum Tempestus a final chance to prove that they don't suck, and that meant losing their greatest limiting factor - me!

Reversing Genotype!
It's All-Skype Fight Night!

WoffBoot XII: Militarum Tempestus vs Thousand Sons

Once a year, Kraken and I, Stylus, enjoy the novel experience of actually playing a game of Warhammer in the same room as each other.

And yet I still have to Photoshop this.

Always a treat, but this time the stakes have never been higher: The Thousand Sons have one mutated hand on the WoffBoot trophy, and only the Militarum Tempestus can stop them!

Fight!

WoffBoot XII: Nurgle Daemons vs Thousand Sons

One victory, one loss, but now the match I was really dreading.

Time to slay some daemons!

Woffböot XII: The Home Advantage

Yes! Playing this year's tournament on home turf, the full pick of armies to hand, the terrible splendour of my icy bog terrain to bewilder and upset my opponents with whilst their puny southern constitutions struggled with the pure scandinavian cold. How could I possibly lose?

Spoiler: I found a way.

WoffBoot XII: Tyranids vs Thousand Sons

One loss under my belt, and my next fight is against the Tyranids, fielded by our guest general, Bubonicus.

Apparently he's never played 40k before, but his army has already annihilated half the players in this tournament, so either this is one powerful army list, or he's a very fast learner.

WoffBoot XII: Death Guard vs Thousand Sons

Time to dust off the keyboard. My brave boys in blue have returned form their raid on the Scandinavian coast (how do you like them apples, Vikings?) and here are the battle reports from WoffBoot XII.

First up: the Death Guard!

The Thrallband Assembles

Preparations for WoffBott XII: The SwoffBoot, are well underway. My Thrallband (thanks to the new codex, I now learn that's what Thousand Sons groups are called) has been assembled.

I've tested different armies in four games, lost four games, identified the common factor (me) and, despite a petition from the ranks to install a better general, I have remained in post for a fifth try.

It's an infantry-heavy list, featuring my two new characters, with a good deal of psychic heft, some mid-range threat and HOLY TERRA, WHAT IS THAT THING AT THE BACK?!?

EXT: Research Post

Apparently, if I ever stop painting, the Tower of London will immediately collapse into a heap of ravens.

'Rant and File

With mere days to go, I have finished off the Tyranid list for the weekend.

Tzeentch Only Nose

I'm been very remiss about continuing my trio of Exalted Sorcerers, but in my defence, the models are so good, I've been trying to savour the experience. Also, I'm a remiss kinda guy.

But the WoffBoot beckons, so I'd better get something on the field. Here's Sorcerer #2: the one with the really big nose.