Chewie's Stargrave

The smoke of T’ros’ka  still drifted across the blackened fields when the decision was made. There was no debate, no ceremony—only necessity. The joint crew would depart together aboard the Aeldari vessel Shadowspire , its sleek, blade-like hull already descending through the ash-choked sky. While the ship settled into a low hover, the Tau Pathfinders formed a quiet circle among the ruined crops. Pulse rifles were grounded, helmets removed. At the center lay what remained of Renn Jax’la , his service markings scorched but intact. The rites were simple and resolute, spoken softly, his body put to flame and his soul carried away by the wind. Renn Jax'la is given a warriors burial Captain Voss stood beside  Jallen Varr , watching in silence until the final words were spoken. Then the Aeldari inclined his head and murmured a few words in his own tongue—old, measured phrases about the cost of command and the inevitability of loss. He did not soften them. “ To lead ,” he said quiet...

  Mission 1: Scorched Fields. The sun over T’ros’ka  burned low and red, casting long shadows across fields that had once fed an entire sept. Irrigation towers lay shattered, their elegant Tau curves split open and smoking. Fires crept through the crops in slow, hungry lines. Among the ruins, armored figures moved with brutal efficiency— Abhuman Squat mercenaries , methodically executing Tau farmers who had survived the initial orbital strike. Their armor was thick, scarred, and utilitarian; their weapons spat death without ceremony. From the edge of the scorched fields, a joint Aeldari–Tau crew advanced in silence. Shuriken fire whispered through the smoke while pulse rifles cracked in sharp, disciplined bursts. The combined force moved with purpose toward the remains of a fallen irrigation tower, its exposed dataservers sparking and half-buried in ash. Whoever these mercenaries were, the answers would be in that wreckage.  Voss and the mercenary captain in single c...

  T'ros'ka The birth was not marked by celebration. On the drifting Aeldari corsair vessel Lament of Twilight, the seers felt it first—an unbearable pressure in the skein of fate, a scream echoing through the Warp itself. The child had not yet cried, yet She Who Thirsts had already turned her gaze. The infant, named Lirielle Vaethryn, burned like a star in the immaterium. Her soul did not merely shine—it spoke. Worse still, Slaanesh listened. The ancient Farseer Elendriil of the Shattered Path knew the truth almost instantly. This child was not a doom, as many feared—but a weapon. A living conduit capable of reaching into the realm of excess and obsession, touching the very consciousness of the Dark Prince. If guided, shielded, and shaped, Lirielle could become the first true hope of ending Slaanesh’s dominion over the Aeldari forever. But fate is never secret for long. On Holy Terra, in vaults sealed by sigil and blood, Astropathic choirs screamed themselves into silence...

A lot of my close friends have been getting into kill team and back on the 40K trail. I built a Tau pathfinder force and was keen to join in and get into a skirmish game that was change of pace and flavour from all of the bolt action I've been playing over the last few years. I was also attracted to the idea of only having to buy a small box of Games Workshop product given the ridiculous pricing of their models.While it was awesome hanging out with my mates and playing some war games I have to say the game of kill team left me wanting.   Firstly, I found the rules of the game too confusing and too hard to remember to get into casually. Between remembering each of your operatives abilities, all of your faction abilities, your equipment rules, the core rules and all of the key words (which are basically a list of synonyms. e.g. Brutal, Lethal, Severe, Punishing, Ceaseless, Devastatin g...) and then having to remember all the rules, abilities and equipment of your opponents kill ...