Rules Reveal The Black 13th & The Hounds | Warmachine Wednesday

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This week’s update for subscribers is part 3 of 3 of The Way of Caine by Miles Holmes. With the discovery of mercenaries seemingly welcome on the baron’s land, Caine’s mission is both ramping up and crashing down—and matters only become worse when the baron’s house is unexpectedly attacked by those same mercenaries…

However, before we let Caine steal the show, it’s time to reveal the two character units from the upcoming release in the Warmachine Two Player Starter Set.

Rules Reveal: The Black 13th & The Hounds

Meet The Black 13th—The elite Cygnar Gun Mage Hellslinger Cadre Unit! This legendary squad of deadly sharpshooters combines cutting-edge firearms with arcane mastery, delivering devastating ranged attacks that can quickly turn the tide of any battle.

Each member is equipped with precision-crafted weaponry and spell-infused ammunition, allowing them to strike from a distance with unparalleled accuracy and lethality. Using their unique blend of magic and marksmanship, The Black 13th can outmaneuver and outgun any foe, making them an essential addition to your Cygnar forces.

Introducing The Hounds, the elite Khador SKS-6 Cadre Unit, engineered for complete battlefield dominance! Equipped with Alchemical Masks, these warriors are immune to gas effects and can effortlessly navigate cloud cover, ensuring they always have a clear line of sight and full reign of the field.

Their Girded ability provides vital protection, granting Resistance: Blast to themselves and any friendly models in base-to-base contact. And with the strategic advantage of Shield Wall, The Hounds stand resolute against enemy attacks, ready to defend their allies and crush their foes. Unleash the unstoppable onslaught of The Hounds, and watch the battlefield shift in your favor!

Subscriber Content -The Way of Caine: Part 3 of 3

As he walked arm in arm with a pair of trenchers, Caine felt as though he’d been trampled by a warhorse. He was streaked with blood and dirt, and his jaw tingled like seltzer water. Limping alongside his master, Ace appeared to have fared worse. The warjack was battered and dented, the place where his left arm had been now a tangle of cable and bent rods. As they limped past the detritus and bodies on either side of the road, Caine shook his head numbly. He swore under his breath as he was brought within the front gates of the Malsham estate.

The grounds were a disaster of collateral damage from the battle during the night. Across the yard, Caine could see the baron’s burning mansion was well past saving. Dawn broke from the east, revealing trenchers and riflemen alike scrambling to contain the inferno or help those who had been evacuated.

As Caine approached, the baron caught sight of him and moved to intercept. Sergeant Holly intervened, putting his large frame between his beleaguered commander and the deranged baron.

“Easy then!” the trencher sergeant shouted, putting a calloused hand up. The baron was incensed, flailing to push past the brawny sergeant.

“You will answer for this! You will answer for this disaster you have caused!” the baron screamed, leaning around Holly. Caine met his gaze unflinching.

“Where is she?” Caine rasped.

“What are you talking about?” the baron snarled.

“The baroness, you idiot! Is she all right?”

“I don’t … do not ... Do not change the subject!” the baron stammered, still flailing to get past Sergeant Holly.

“Sir ... she’s here … We got everyone out safe!” Gerdie shouted from across the yard. He was conferring with the baron’s servants, who had gathered by the stables well back of the blazing mansion. Among them, Caine saw the baroness wrapped in a blanket. She looked tired and disheveled, but otherwise no worse for wear. Gerdie left the group, returning to Caine’s side.
As he approached Caine noticed his adjutant’s cheek had been badly torn and he whistled.

“Morrow sake, Gerdie ... yeh got clipped.”

Gerdie nodded grimly, reaching up to touch the wound lightly.

“It’s not so bad, sir.”

“What happened here, man?” Caine gasped, entranced by the fire. The baron was still shouting an oath over the shoulders of Holly. He heard Caine’s question and waved a fist.

“Your men did this! They started this fight!”

Caine looked at Gerdie, trying to focus his eyes. “Wait. What? We let the mercs be. What were they doing here in the first place?”

Gerdie nodded. “Malsham is half-right, sir. They came sometime after you left, said they wanted to talk to the baron. They were … very surprised to find us here.”

Caine grimaced.

“There was something of a standoff. Then, Private Lehr happened. His weapon misfired, killing one of theirs. They did not handle it well. In fact, things were out of hand from that point ….”

Gerdie coughed, unable to look at Caine. For his part, Caine could only groan.

“They destroyed my home!” the baron screamed. Caine stepped behind Sergeant Holly and waved him clear. Without missing a beat, Caine grabbed the wild-eyed baron by the collar of his stained shirt, pulling him in close. Their eyes were only inches apart.

“We both know why they were here, now don’t we? I’d watch my mouth if I were you.” Caine’s voice was a low growl, filled with menace.

The baron blinked, his face flushed. Gone was the indignant rage, and his mouth clamped shut. He grew sullen, eyes darting left and right. Caine could practically see the gears turning in the noble’s head.

“That’s right, Baron, what now?” Caine shoved him away in disgust.

The baron stumbled to the muddy ground but quickly regained his feet with a sneer.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about and you don’t have any evidence either, you low-born piece of shit,” he spat. He looked around appraisingly at his audience, before focusing on Caine.

“What we do have here is a failure of command!” He raised his voice, making a scene of the exchange. Sure enough, his oratory was drawing a crowd.

“Where were you last night, Captain?” he taunted, circling with an accusatory finger. “You certainly weren’t here. ‘Charged with my protection, were you?’ Last night a company of mercenaries stormed this place and burned my house to the ground while you were out wandering the woods! Your men were outmatched, thanks to your desertion!”

Caine glared at the baron, his temper raising.

“That is the word for it, am I wrong? Is it not dereliction of du ...”

The baron fell on his ass, clutching a broken nose.

With a muffled cry of pain, blood flowed freely from between his fingers. Caine shook his hand, bare knuckles raw from the punch. Around him, the crowd of soldiers and the baron’s servants seemed frozen by the sudden turn.

Caine loomed over the baron, ready to strike again. The baron withered beneath him, shaking, but it was the faces of his men and the baroness watching that stayed his hand. With a breath, he stepped back, waving off the baron with a grunt of disgust, before stamping off toward the stables.

Change Log for October 16, 2024

SUBSCRIBERS

• The Way of Caine: Part 3 of 3 added to subscriber library

ADDITIONS

• The Black 13th: Added to Storm Legion
• The Hounds: Added to Winter Korps

REMOVALS

• None

CORRECTIONS

• None