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Wraithlords are towering wraithbone constructs imbued the spirits of dead [[Eldar]] warriors. They're bigger than the human-sized wraithguard, and instead of carrying guns that rip holes in space-time, they're either carrying heavy weapons on their shoulders (or like a bigass rifle) or huge fucking swords. | Wraithlords are towering wraithbone constructs imbued the spirits of dead [[Eldar]] warriors. They're bigger than the human-sized wraithguard, and instead of carrying guns that rip holes in space-time, they're either carrying heavy weapons on their shoulders (or like a bigass rifle) or huge fucking swords. | ||
This one has has all the heavy weapons it could fit on its shoulders AND the huge fucking sword, which is not strictly legal under 40k rules, but there are a couple of things to | This one (picture) has has all the heavy weapons it could fit on its shoulders AND the huge fucking sword, which is not strictly legal under 40k rules, but there are a couple of things to note in this regard | ||
[[File:WraithlordI_studiomax_unf.jpg|250px|thumb|right|'A WardRaging Wraithlord hunting Grey Knight dick to replace his own]] | |||
1) Just purely in fluff terms, just finding a dead Exarch in the Infinity Circuit takes a Warlock or specialist Farseer, so the very notion of talking the Excarch into a wraithbone shell with no dick is setting a pretty high bar in the first place. | |||
2) But ok, supposing you were to achieve this at all. The Exarch's in the Wraithlord, and now the whole thing comes to life, and starts grunting "Diiiiick! Where's my diiiick?" and heads straight over to the nearest shelf of space-hairdresser weapons, and sticking too many giant anti-tank weapons on its shoulders, AND a huge fucking sword. You, the bastard Psyker who incarcerated the poor fella in there is hardly likely to start arguing with it about 40k game load-out limits, now are you? | |||
3) I think not, no. You'd be checking your runes, and pointing the thing in the direction of the nearest Dreadnaught with a certain malicious glee in your pyskic heart, wouldn't you. | |||
And I can tell you for nothing, that in game terms, it's worth the time spent dicking around with magnets just to see the look on your your opponent's face! | |||
[[Gaming Notes]] | |||
Wraithlords aren't quite as dominant as [[Space Marine]] Dreadnoughts, partially because they don't have two power fists since 4th edition. | |||
Also because they're usually whining about not having dicks anymore, behavior [[Idranel]] objects to. | |||
And very much because they defy tactical best practice rather more often than they should, attempting to use their giant fucking swords to slice the dicks off opposing Dreadnoughts. | |||
[[Tactical Recommendations]] | |||
i) Just generally, you're in trouble enough as it is if you decide to play Grey Knights against the Eldar; the space hairdressers are not going to be amused. | |||
ii) Do not - DO NOT - start quibbling about which Eldar weapons are or are not about to be nerfed by your stupid fucking plasma siphon plasma nerfing BULLSHIT. | |||
iii) If you start spamming stupid Razorback Psy-cannon nonsense across the table, then be prepared to have your Eldar opponent throw the game in favour of running his Wraithlords up to your end of the table to chop the dicks off your oh-so-fancy Nemesis Dreadknights with giant fucking swords. | |||
[[Category: Eldar]] | [[Category: Eldar]] | ||
Revision as of 10:33, 2 December 2012
Wraithlords are towering wraithbone constructs imbued the spirits of dead Eldar warriors. They're bigger than the human-sized wraithguard, and instead of carrying guns that rip holes in space-time, they're either carrying heavy weapons on their shoulders (or like a bigass rifle) or huge fucking swords.
This one (picture) has has all the heavy weapons it could fit on its shoulders AND the huge fucking sword, which is not strictly legal under 40k rules, but there are a couple of things to note in this regard
1) Just purely in fluff terms, just finding a dead Exarch in the Infinity Circuit takes a Warlock or specialist Farseer, so the very notion of talking the Excarch into a wraithbone shell with no dick is setting a pretty high bar in the first place.
2) But ok, supposing you were to achieve this at all. The Exarch's in the Wraithlord, and now the whole thing comes to life, and starts grunting "Diiiiick! Where's my diiiick?" and heads straight over to the nearest shelf of space-hairdresser weapons, and sticking too many giant anti-tank weapons on its shoulders, AND a huge fucking sword. You, the bastard Psyker who incarcerated the poor fella in there is hardly likely to start arguing with it about 40k game load-out limits, now are you?
3) I think not, no. You'd be checking your runes, and pointing the thing in the direction of the nearest Dreadnaught with a certain malicious glee in your pyskic heart, wouldn't you. And I can tell you for nothing, that in game terms, it's worth the time spent dicking around with magnets just to see the look on your your opponent's face!
Wraithlords aren't quite as dominant as Space Marine Dreadnoughts, partially because they don't have two power fists since 4th edition. Also because they're usually whining about not having dicks anymore, behavior Idranel objects to. And very much because they defy tactical best practice rather more often than they should, attempting to use their giant fucking swords to slice the dicks off opposing Dreadnoughts.
i) Just generally, you're in trouble enough as it is if you decide to play Grey Knights against the Eldar; the space hairdressers are not going to be amused. ii) Do not - DO NOT - start quibbling about which Eldar weapons are or are not about to be nerfed by your stupid fucking plasma siphon plasma nerfing BULLSHIT. iii) If you start spamming stupid Razorback Psy-cannon nonsense across the table, then be prepared to have your Eldar opponent throw the game in favour of running his Wraithlords up to your end of the table to chop the dicks off your oh-so-fancy Nemesis Dreadknights with giant fucking swords.