Heresy Lists for campaign

Connor pre heresy:
Lords of war:
Kurze 435pts

HQ
Praetor with thunder hammer, lightning claw, iron halo and digital lasers 185pts

Elites
Contemptor with extra close combat weapon 175pts

Troops
Terror squad with extra boltgun 135pts
Terror squad with extra boltgun 135pts
Terror squad with extra boltgun 135pts

Fast Attack
10x Raptors with 2x melta guns 280pts
8x Raptors with plasma pistol 225pts
6x Raptors with plasma pistol 185pts

Luke
Lords of War
Vulkan 425pts

HQ
Praetor with iron halo dragonscale shield, mantle of the eldar drake, digital lasers and paragon blade 190pts
Librarian level 3 with refractor field, artificer armour and dragonscale shield 180pts
Command squad with power weapon 115pts

Elites
5x firedrakes with thunder hammer, dragonscale shield and master with master crafted thunder hammer 350pts

Troops
Tactical squad 150pts
Tactical squad 150pts
Pyroclast squad with power weapon 170pts

Heavy Support
Land raider phobos with armoured ceramite 270pts

Legion list: Ultramarines

HQ
Company Champion with artificer armour, power sword and refractor field 120pts
Praetor with combi-plasma, paragon blade, digital lasers and iron halo 175pts
Navigator 50pts

Elites
Contemptor pattern dreadnought with kheres pattern assault cannon 190pts

Troops
Tactical squad with extra close combat weapon and sergeant with artificer armour 180pts
Legion breacher siege squad with sergeant armed with thunder hammer and artificer armour and squad with melta gun and graviton gun and entire squad with melta bombs 335pts

Lords of War
Marauder Bomber with Inferno bombs 400pts

Allies
HQ
Archmagos Dominus with mechanicum proctiva, cyber familiar, machinator array and abeyant 175pts

Troops
Thallax cohort with photon thruster 160pts

Heavy Support
Myrmidon destructors with irradiation cleanser, conversion beamer and volkite culverin 215pts


Chris
Lords of War
Ferrus Manus 455pts

HQ
Spearhead Centurion 80pts
Iron Father Autek Mor 225pts

Elites
Medusan Immortals with two graviton guns and artificer armour 290pts
2x Apothecaries with artificer armour 110pts
Gorgan Terminators 200pts
Legion dreadnought with multi melta 125pts

Troops
Tactical Squad 150pts
Tactical Squad 150pts

Heavy Support
Predator with lascannon sponsons, magna melta canon, machine spirit and aroured ceramite 215pts


Mike
Lords of War:
Horus 500pts
Lord of skulls with ichor cannon 898pts

HQ
Abaddon with power sword 215pts

Elites
Dreadnought with chainfist, close combat weapon, two melta guns, frag assault launchers and armoured ceramite 200pts

Troops
Tactical squad with extra close combat weapon and artificer armour 180pts

A crimson harvest

By the time the wolves arrived, the battle was already in full swing. Nobody was sure how it had happened but the forces of chaos had arrived en masse to a deserted world, prompting the other races to investigate. First on the scene were the orks, hoping for a war. Immediately they started to attack the chaos and a full blown war had ensued. The wolves just watched as the two bitter foes struct at each other. Had they not been detected by a reserve force of orks joined by a crude titan, they would have been content to let them destroy themselves and finish the survivors off. The titan opened fire and forced the wolves to retreat to the safety of the nearby mountains, hounded by ork jets pouring black smoke through the otherwise clean skies. It was at this point that the dark eldar made themselves known. In a terrible, albeit impressive, display, they erupted from a webway portal and obliterated the perusing orks. A single dagger hulled raider floated down towards the wolves where Bjorn stepped forward to greet their apparent savior. A single, jade armored figure dropped to the ground before him, completely undeterred by the ancients size.
"Most esteemed one" bowed the stranger, with a mixture of respect and mockery in his tone. "I notice you seem to have some trouble with the other races set upon this planet? Might I suggest a temporary alliance of a mutually beneficial kind?"
Bjorn was taken aback by the forwardness and total lack of fear the stranger had, but he could not deny that right now they needed their help if they wanted to find out what the chaos had found on the planet.
"What would the benefit for us be if we were to allow you to fight alongside us xenos?" Bjorn rumbled through his vox, sounding like thunder itself.
The dark eldar smiled. "Why, the relic of course"
Bjorn was once again surprised, why would they hand them the only prize that could be gained by this fight? "Then what is your benefit?" He questioned.
"The survivors of the enemy races, I want them, and alive. None of your "Emperor's forgiveness" or the like. Alive for us and us only."
Bjorn rumbled. The thought of the traitors living for longer than they should was bad, but whatever the xenos had in store would be far worse if the stories were true. But how could he trust them, when his last encounter had them kidnapping aspirants from Fenris itself. Right now, as much as he hated it, he had no other choice.  "I shall watch you, Xenos" he growled.
"That is all you will be able to do" the stranger smirked, before leaping up onto his craft.

On the battlefield, the stranger was keeping his promise. As the wolves piled into the foray they found every target already beset on. Each time the wolves closed in on their prey something fell would appear and kill the foe. Bjorn himself entered the fray and charged at a horde of orks to see them suddenly fall to the floor convulsing from poison wracking their bodies. Deep in the heart of the chaos lines, Bjorn spotted the stranger midst a group of what could only be described as monsters. At his side a psyker blending perfectly the arts of combat and psychic mastery to destroy her opponents. But the spectacle that was the stranger was nothing short of a masterpiece. Any foe that stepped before him was cut down with merciless efficiency, some unaware they were even dead until he stepped over their headless corpse. Every challenge was met with the simple downward lightning strike of a sword. Within a few short moments the chaos lines had been decimated, the most striking being the group of pathfinders camped inside the nearby tower had taken shots at a looming vindicator and successfully detonated its ammo reserves turning it into a smoldering ruin in seconds. The stranger found himself in front of a pair of titan mockeries. The smaller one before him paid him no heed and was blasting at the wolves who had been forced into hiding in the nearby forest. With a flick of his wrist a nearby duo of talos descended upon the metal walker and began dismantling it piecemeal. This left just the larger one. From atop its parapit, the ork Warlord was bellowing, its flag proudly proclaiming it as a high ranking member of 'eadrippas clan. The stranger ran towards the titan, allowing the wolves terminus ultra to distract it as he reached its abse and began his rapid climb to its peak. At its top amidst a rickety gangway, the two lords faced each other. The titan lurching back and forth unleashing torrents of fire and belching acrid smoke, with the occasional ground shaking shudder as its killkannon fired. The two adversaries eyed each other up before each bellowing a warcry and charging. The ork warboss was far bigger and stronger, each blow a killing strike, but the eldar was far quicker and better trained, and the ork couldn't land a single blow upon its foe. The stranger ducked and pirouetted around the ork titan, leaping from gangways and slashing out at the great ork. Whilst the orks attacks were always missing, the eldar was the exact opposite, and soon all the wounds were taking their toll. The warboss was getting slower, and more sluggish. Soon, the warboss was left a panting, whilst the eldar was as fresh as ever, if not seemingly healthier, its blade dripping with the blood of the warboss. With a final bestial roar, the ork lunged for its foe, but the eldar simply sidestepped the creature and with a flourish decapitated the warboss and let its body crash to the ground. The stranger turned its attention to the titan, but before he could do anything a gleaming blue halo enveloped it and in an instant it disappeared, leaving the eldar hovering momentarily in mid air. As he plummeted to the ground he landed with deadly grace, no harm befalling him, just in time to watch the remnants of the chaos forces be decimated by a charge of helions, dragging their foes into the sky and tearing them apart like carrion, spreading their entrails over their still fighting brothers. The fight was over, and the wolves hadn't even spilt blood. The stranger walked up to Bjorn.
"Told you, you could only watch".

A dark fate

Kha'esh looked upon the system with hunger. So many different foes, so many different tastes of pain awaited them, laid out like a platter before him. He could hardly contain his excitement at the prospect. The pulsing mechanicum planet in the center was of no import or nuisance to him, having far transcended such technology even in something taken for granted as his blast pistol by his side. Each foe had settled on their own planet, surrounding the mechanicum world that was according to vox chatter being nicknamed "The Maw", and each was warring with other factions whilst trying to gain a foothold on The Maw below for its bounty of technology. Kha'esh thought he had been alone among the eldar race until a communication breached through his ships comms systems and revealed that his cousin were here too. It was no matter, he opperated outside of both kin as evident by his rather unusual kabal, containing elements of both species of the eldar. He even had the audacity and courage to keep a dreaded psyker in his midst, and kept her as his courtesan and most trusted adviser. It was because of her that he had been kicked out of Commoragh but he had set up in his own sub dimension and as of yet had remained undetected. He had fled with his kabal and a few loyal rebels including a hellion cult and a ingenious, albeit insane, haemonculus. Kha'esh snapped his attention back to the monitors as he felt the chill over his mind when Abeya walked on to the bridge.
"What is our target then?" her voice slipped into his head without her even moving her lips.
He gave a slight shiver, as he always did when his mind was invaded like that. Love her or not, and as often as she did it, it always felt unpleasant.
"I think them" Kha'esh said, pointing on his display to a large fortified area patrolled by blue-grey enhanced mon-keigh.
"Them it is" Abeya spoke softly. "Do we try out our new tactics?"
"I think we can have some fun, yes"


Krom stood there, unmoving as a statue. His detachment had been sent to guard the entrance to a great ravine where the space wolves lay encamped. It was a menial job, one of eight packs that lay around the central reserve, where an abandoned dark angel fortress had been occupied by Bjorn and the rest of the wolves. The moon was full, an omen of good luck for the wolves. He knew no attack would come to them this early, each was still reeling from the onslaught of the renegade mechanicum, but it still paid to be vigilant.
"Krom!" came through his vox, followed by a blurt of static.
He stiffened, suddenly aleart, his enhanced senses searching the surroundings, but to no avail.
"This is Krom, what is happening?"
His reply was met with stuttered vox splutter for a few minutes until one line finally made it through.
"The Terra Templars! They are attacking us!"
Krom was aghast, brothers attacking him again? Why would they do something like that? A tinge of fear that all brothers felt when heresy was mentioned caused bile to rise in his mouth. He barely had time to register the thought of heresy when something caught his eye, or rather, the absence did. There was no moon, it had disappeared, and it was cloudless. He scanned the skies, searching for a sign, but there was none, it had simply vanished. His acute eyesight scanned the skies above until he noticed that the stars were still out, but a now distinct circle was the cause of an absence of all light. He stared deeper, and he could swear he saw slight flickers in the dark, like the glint of dark steel. The next thing he knew, an explosion detonated in the heart of the encampment. He had seen no shot, heard no sound but the purple fire erupted from the ground. Krom turned just in time to see a group of bloodclaws get peppered by thousands of sharps of virulent poison shards. They clawed at their suits desperately trying to escape as they inflated inside there suits to the point of bursting before dying an agonizing death, their own armour their tombs. A pair of sleek black hulls descended from above, one smaller than the other, but each spraying death. Some astartes died on the spot, the virulent toxins overworking even their advanced systems as they fell to the ground, some fell to the ground clawing at their skin until there was nothing left and some simply collapsed, foaming at the mouth and unable to move as every vital system shut down. They were the lucky ones. Great nets scooped up victims and were hung from below the sleek hulled craft, ready to carry his brothers to whatever hell hole they came from.
Krom found himself pinned down in a narrow crevice between a few rocks along with a group of grey hunters. The rest of the encampment had regained their composure from the attack and were fighting back, forcing the dark eldar to retreat in their ships to a safer distance whilst still taking shots from above. The astartes regrouped and calculated the losses. The initial group guarding the camp numbered a full 51 astartes. Mostly comprised of three full units of blood claws and two full units of grey hunters alongside krom. Now, few more than twenty were still standing. They scanned the heavens above for signs of their foe, but the next wave came from nowhere. Their was a distinct sound of laughter and howling and the brief shriek of jets before they arrived. A hail of shards assailed them from every direction in a crossfire, instantly felling four astartes, followed by the ravening madmen themselves, shouting out the names of limbs as they swept by with razor sharp hooks, maiming and decapitating as they went. In the midst of the madness, Krom stood strong and with lethal precision shot a pair of the dark eldar from the sky in rapid succession. The astartes took point and with concentrated fire finally drove them off, but the astartes were beginning to run low. Only thirteen were left, and the dark eldar weren't done. A bestial roar echoed around them and suddenly they were beset by hulking monstrosities of flesh and metal. They charged in a frenzied state, ignoring the peppering of explosions on their bodies as they threw themselves at the remaining astartes. Krom launched himself at the nearest and with a swipe of his axe took off its arm. The beast roared and lunged for his head, narrowly missing it. He ducked below the creatures swing and buried his axe hard into the creatures side, but if the creature felt anything it was only more rage. It lashed out again, this time making contact with Krom, sending him flailing through the sky before crashing down a short distance later. He felt splintered ribs and a cracked pauldron but he had no time to examine his wounds as the beast was thundering towards him. He dragged himself to his feet and raised his pistol, firing rapidly at the creatures faceplate. A shot hit home and its head violently snapped upright as it missed its stride and came crashing down in a mess of muscle. Quickly, Krom retrieved his axe from the creatures side and in a fell swoop decapitated it. He looked around expecting the usual cheering of his men, to find only two remained, standing among a pile of dead astartes and a trio of lifeless abominations. His muscles burned, and his hatred flared in his mind. First heresy, now this slaughter. He wanted more, to take the fight to the beings responsible for either atrocity. And all of a sudden, that gift was granted to him. From above, a trio of shapes descended. Great metal constructs with great claws and tentacles hummed as they slowly fell to the ground. A single lithe figure dropped down from one and stood facing Krom. With barely a thought he drew a pistol and in quick succession killed the remaining two astartes. Kroms hatred reached boiling point at the utterly casual killing of his final brothers.
"Ah, mon-keigh. You have fought well... very well in fact. You will make a great addition to our haemonculus labs, I think you will find yourself very much at home there".
None of it made any sense to Krom, but the mocking tone in the xenos filths voice tipped him over the edge. With a bestial roar he ran at the alien, swinging his great axe with two hands in a death blow. But the strike never hit. The alien simply stepped to the side and with a simple motion drew his own slender blade and plunged it deep into Kroms back, shattering his spine. He fell to the ground, paralyzed, as the alien loomed over him.
"Such a shame... I had hoped you would be more. Oh well, maybe once he is done with you, you may be of some use".
And with that, Krom drifted into unconsciousness.


"Did the mon-keigh believe the false recordings?"
"Yes my lord, the mon-keigh will be at war with their brothers in no time"
"Good, all is according to plan".