Had a game last night over TTS. My army is generally more thematic than competitive (all Troop terminators, some support characters, etc; no paladins), my opponent was playing a similarly thematic Dark Angels list with DW Knights, Terminators, Ravenguard bikers & outriders supported by some Intercessors in Impulsors.
The game was overall pretty fun, we both had to think and plan, but I have to share with you the saga of Brother Ignatius, the Hero Apothecary, battling against the foul Fallen who were posing as loyalist Dark Angels.
At the start of Turn 2, he was on the far right flank of my army, supporting terminator squads Secundus and Quartus that were securing an objective against the impending threat of assault intercessors and ravenwing knights. Over the vox-caster, GrandMaster Solor Belarius, recently teleported onto the battlefield in his Dreadknight suit, called in a contact report as he spotted a Land Raider Crusader rolling over a barricade and advancing on Squad Tertius' position on the Grey Knights' far left flank. Brother Librarian Tydes Xeridon took hold of the tides of the warp and shaped them into a point of Convergence.
Without hesitation, Ignatius completed his incantation infusing Quartus with the Emperor's divine protection (Armored Resilience), then tapped Justicar Porthos of Secundus to lend him aid. The Justicar gathered the psychic might of his squadmates to catapult the Apothecary through a Gate of Infinity, landing him inside some ruins near the Land Raider (9" away). Ignatius received a nod of thanks from the Grandmaster, and he opened fire with his Storm Bolter on the large war machine, knowing his meager fire could do no harm on its ceramite hide, but calling over the vox to Tertius, "Mark my fire brother... BRING IT DOWN" (Bring Down the Beast played).
Meanwhile, Squad Tertius completed their own litany of faith and wrath (Fury of the Proven) and loaded the blessed magazines into their storm bolters (Psybolt Ammo) and proceeded to unleash hell on the corrupted war machine, piercing its steely hide in over a dozen critical locations and causing it to grind to a halt, and its complement of Deathwing Knights spilled out onto the battlefield amidst the debris.
Again, putting his faith in the Emperor as all men must, Ignatius raised his hammer high and charged forth into the foul ranks of the self-styled Knights, unsupported. (He made his charge, the GMDK failed even w/ the First to the Fray reroll...). Despite taking several severe injuries from the foul traitors, he smote two with his mighty daemonhammer (3++ saves are no joke, but I got through two; Ignatius tanked his invuls in return, and my opponent rolled poorly, so he only took 2 wounds, leaving him on 3).
The fierce combat raged on, and he smote two more of the foul knights and took still more grievous injuries (2 more wounds, alive on 1) before commanding his holy Narthecium to infuse his blood with the nanocytes that could help repair his broken flesh (my next turn, healed 3 wounds, back up to 4), then feeling the Tides escalate once more (shifted to Tide of Escalation) cast a powerful Smite killing the remaining Deathwing Knight brave enough to stand toe to toe with him. The remaining squad leader cowered a dozen yards away, fearing Ignatius next righteous move (he was outside of Engagement Range after I smote the one guy, and he was a 2nd rank fighter before).
Seeing another Terminator squad teleport into the battle (my opponent's T3) behind some shipping containers from Tertius, Ignatius once gain lifted his hammer and charged into the fray, leaving the cowering Deathwing with the flail to be crushed under the massive head of the Grandmaster's hammer in order to better support his brothers against this new threat.
While Ignatius slew two more enemies of the Imperium that day, he was finally dragged to the ground under the weight of four of their confederates, their battle lust at having heard the fate of their comrades and the DW Knights before them driving all sense from their heads. Broken, bleeding on the ground as Squad Tertius finished the last of the traitorous turncloaks, the holy Narthecium continued humming as it released more mendicants into his system, sustaining him until his Grandmaster could recover his still form at the end of the battle.
He awoke again as his medical orderlies on their strike force's flagship, the Malleus Incus, ritually stripped his battered armor from, marveling both at his injuries and at his survival of them. Truly, the Emperor's light shone on this humble brother that day.
submitted by Sorkrates