Eldar Truimphant!

 In these dark days of heavy transition, my hobby's taken a huge hit. All at the same time, I'm taking on a new job with lots of travel, moving house and trying to get the new house ready in time.

I'm in the midst of packing my stuff, so the Denerair project will be put on hold for awhile while things get sorted out. In the meantime, I do bring a couple of my armies down with me on some of my business trips. Last week, the Eldar had the privilege of meeting Chris' Imperial Guard in a short and sharp battle.

Eldar won this time round, and there were a couple of amazingly funny moments. The Swooping Hawks made a deep strike landing in the mon-keigh backfield, just haywire grenade range of the rear of a Leman Russ. I had lined up all kinds of anti-tank firepower against that tank, but just tried my luck with the Hawks anyways. The haywire grenade missed, landing harmlessly in the ground and shorting some xeno-ants. So the Exarch decided to show his guys how it's done, raising his Hawk's Talon, squeezing out 3 shots, scoring 3 hits, and glancing the mon-keigh steel giant 3 times, knockng it out. Talk about luck.

Another time, my heavily damaged flyer (1 hull point left), came under heavy fire from a Leman Russ Exterminator and a Knight, but managed to jink its way out of trouble. Then a nearby veteran squad opened up with autocannon and plasma, and the shots sprayed harmlessly into the air. Until the squad meltagunner raised his fiery weapon, took careful aim, allowing for maximum deflection of a jet heading at more than 600 knots, and fired. The melta shot hit the flyer squarely in the center, ripping out its innards and turning it into an incandescent ball of fire. Talk about lucky shot!

Anyways, that was tons of fun. Losses were pretty heavy on both sides, as is usual with my southern games. Next, the Thousand Sons will probably make the trip.

Keep them dice rolling ...