BREAKING NEWS: Imperial Fists, Crimson Fists, Black Templars Stratagems and Chapter Tactics!

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Crazy long title... I think this would have been better as two reveals on Warhammer Community, if only to spare my poor typing hands.

Okay, let's get this ball rolling on the collective Sons of Dorn!

Imperial Fists First up the chapter tactic. As for the Salamanders and Iron Hands, I'll just copy and paste from the previous post:


Imperial Fists, Siege Masters
No bonuses for cover saves against IMPERIAL FISTS modelsRe-roll failed To-Wound rolls against buildings
Somewhat situational I feel, but definitely useful for shooting up Infantry in cover and during night fighting. I don't think this is a terribly attractive Chapter Tactic compared to the rest though... perhaps it's made up for with a strong Stratagem to be revealed later? Undoubtedly universal for every unit that can have it. Like the Iron Hands it's not hugely exciting, which is why I think a lot of people will tend to gloss over it. However, consider that a lot of psychic powers out there will be giving bon…

Merry DnD Christmas!




Merry Christmas everyone!

Nothing important to say, apart to share a bit from my buddies' Dungeons and Dragons downtime WhatsApp conversation. As a quick tip to DMs, if you can't manage regular sessions, then continuing the adventure through an instant messenger service is a great way to keep people in touch with the game.


Elric, the half-elf sorceror, pauses rifling through the now dead demon gnoll to wish the rest of the party a Merry Christmas. He uses Prestidigitation to make scatter some small sparkling snowflakes around the gnoll corpse.
 The dwarf appears from a pile of gnolls on the walls, tankard already in hand, singing a festive ditty in the manner of Shane MacGowan from the Pogues.
 The half-ord paladin grunts.
The bard heads to the nearest tavern, returning with flagons of mead for everyone.
The urchin pulls some pigs in blankets from his greasy hair, and begrudgingly offers them around.
The warlock takes the mead and pigs in blankets, and leads the toast, "Cheers to our band of wariors, long may our quests continue!"
The barbarian, seeing the festivities begin, slopes off into the woods and chops down the largest pine he can find for the town square.
Finally, the rogue pulls a small flask from his pack, an puts a little in each flagon of mead. The mead fizzes for a second and there is a strong smell of plums. And possibly jet fuel.
Elric downs his drink, but his smile fades as he remembers the wild magic he was afflicted with earlier prevents him from becoming intoxicated with alcohol.
Merry Christmas! May cleric's Bless you, everyone!


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