Eldar vs Blood Angel Grudge Match: BoLScon
Mark Your Calenders. The first night of BoLScon, will see a battle like none have seen before. On a Maiden World, a mighty Warhost of Eldar under the command of Farseer Fritz and his senior council of seers, shall face a monstrous Blood Angels task force under the command of Captain Jawaballs and his command staff. These two eternal foes are aiming for nothing less than assembling the world’s largest Eldar vs Blood Angels Apocalypse game…ever and BoLS is giving them all the time and space they need. Every Eldar or Blood Angels player out there… your kin call for you in time of need. Make ready for WAR!
Settling into high orbit over the lush maiden world below, the Blood Angels cruiser Sanguine Pride was busy preparing to drop its first wave of Storm Raven landers and drop pods as First Commander Jawaballs stood resolute on the command bridge flanked by his chosen veterans.
This would be an easy campaign with little glory, as the backwater exodite Eldar had little in the way of ground forces and no orbital defenses to speak of. Nevertheless, Jawaballs had a vow to the Immortal Emperor to keep, and the Imperium had marked this planet to be terraformed into a munitions test range and manufactorum.
“Scout recon pic-casts and vox transmissions incoming…” whined a mechanical servitor hard wired to the bridge as Commander Jawaballs motioned for it to be put on the viewer screen.
Beamed from the Blood Angel scouts below, two monolithic rune like portals focused into view, pulsating with warp energy as rows of Eldar battle tanks, walkers, and jetbikes streamed through them. Standing at the center, watching and casting his spirit stones stood a resolute Farseer that Commander Jawaballs instantly recognized as memories of hate fueled by a sudden surge of the Red Thirst took hold of him…
“You…”
It was five hundred years to the day since the battle of Uutal IV where the Blood Angels turned the tide of the Ork menace, breaking their will to fight and stalling their advance.
Commander Jawaballs was just a newly promoted brother in the fourth company ,fighting suspiciously alongside a small group of Eldar from the Saim-Hann craftworld, who were also caught in the Ork attack. Uneasy allies, the Eldar despised the Orks as much as the Blood Angels, so they were to be tolerated for now…
Fighting his way through the front ranks of the Orks Jawaballs advanced with his brothers putting the greenskins to the test of chainsword and bolter. Many fell, but many more remained as a towering Ork big boss counter charged into the front ranks of the Blood Angels downing three brothers with an arching swipe of its power claw.
Dodging the attack Jawaballs emptied the full clip of his bolt pistol into the massive beast as it staggered backwards laughing.
Advertisement“Is dat all you got humie?” it roared spitting blood from its mouth as it flexed its huge pecks popping out the embedded bolt slugs from its chest.
Dueling alone with the warboss, Jawaballs let the blood rage take hold of him parrying the claw with his chain sword before delivering a blow to the Ork’s legs toppling him over to the ground.
“Not bad humie, maybe youz got something after all!” laughed the ork as Jawaballs stood over it reversing his grip to deliver the killing blow as dictated by the honor of his chapter.
“In the name of Sangunius, and the Immortal Emperor of Mankind, I pronounce you…”
“…dead at my majestic hand, and not through that of the crude mon-keigh!” finished a booming voice as a glowing singing spear thrust down from the sky removing the orks head with a clean swipe before Jawaballs could strike.
AdvertisementWhirling around Jawaballs came face to face with a rune encrusted Eldar riding a black and red jetbike.
“You are bested this day Space Marine by none other than Farseer Fritz! As always, your kind does the brute work, while ours keeps the prize! Perhaps there will be another time to regain your honor!” laughed the Farseer as he climbed high into the sky on his jetbike…
“Commander Jawaballs, sir, all battle brothers are ready to drop.” Called a voice snapping him out of his memories and back to the present.
“Tell them to hold, and adjust the drop zone to land near the scout’s last transmission! Prepare my personal lander as I will lead the battle myself! This time I will put him to the sword!”
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“Kinsman, events today fulfill what I have set in motion five hundred years ago! Manipulating the pride of the mon-keigh I have drawn one of their most beloved Space Marine chapters here, and it is here that we will trap them, crush them, and set back their precious chapter a thousand years…”
We shall see who answers the call to war. Will you?
