Daven started in my army as a Ravenwing biker who I threw a mk4 helm on. Like all of my guys I take a pinch of white paint and underneath his model I write down a name. So here’s Daven. Random Ravenwing biker of squad Azerous a four man squad with an attack bike support.

His first match was nothing spectacular. This was back with our old codex when I could take Ravenwing as troops because of good old Sammy. He and his squad are outflanking to give my squad of Deathwing ready for deep strike on the following turn and perhaps take our my buddies Long Fangs. They come in and in a round of good shooting I wipe out half of those furry fuckers but oh shit here comes a whole squad of uh… fucking furries. UHHHHHHH Blood Claws!!! Fucking ha… I wish our scouts had power armor…. *sighs* Anywho a squad of ten of those fuckers charges the bikes and I’m like. Well fuck there goes that flanking idea. So fight fight fight same Initiative all resolved I kill 4 they kill all wait…. no way. 4 armor saves left and all made at 5s and 6s on Daven. Huh no shit. I hit and run out of there straight towards my buddies TEQ (terminator command deathstar blah blah.) and the following turn my Deathwing Deepstrike next to them and unload a glorious amount office into there asses and basically secures us slay the warlord. So I’m like ok ok

Hmmmm He’s worth watching, and my friend agrees. So I start rolling separately for him. Oh and he stole a few wolf totems and shit from the blood claws he kicked the shit out of in that “Training accident.” Allies of the Imperium remember?  

So after 4 more games he’s only gone down once and that was to lucky las fire so I’m like eh he’s just glanced he’ll recover, and I play my Ravenwing aggressive as hell (It’s hard to counter a heavy handed ravenwing assault.) so I’m surprised cause his squads died around him time and time again. Finally I’m like…. this guys a Bad Ass and has survived a lot of shit. That’s Black Knight Material right there. So BOOM I pop on some gibs onto him, give him a sick black robe with red edgings and pop him on a bike with plasma talons, oh and of course his new pick axe of fucking doom. 

My friends like fuck ya the next time he sees him (Wish I had a pick guys sorry.) 

So next time is a grand campaign that lasts a full month which is Guard/Dark Angels (Me)/ and my buddy as the Space Furries against three chaos war bands all dedicated to diff gods so Nurg/Slanesh/Khorne why no Tzeentch cause JUST AS PLANNED no… No.. He just. That Mark sucks balls. 

So as Daven roams around blasting away in true DA fashion PREFERRED ENEMY CHAOS YOU HERITICAL FUCKS!! so boom boom boom. I’m like damn  he’s a good shot. My buddies agree so +1 to BS and later he’s charging a chaos term squad that we just hosed with glorious blue and green plasma all over their pink armored back (Probably liked it sick fucks). and killed two with rending hits so we’re like fucking A he just killed two Emperors Children Veterans of the Long war terms no props and survived everything…. +1 WS and Promotion to HUNTMASTER!!  So Davens a Huntsmaster your like meh. So what they’re good but not great. 

Well my friends are like you know Daven reminds us of you. Both of your names start with D you like bikes, your a crack shot at the range and you have an addiction to sharp things. Make him your second in command. So we start this new thing kinda based off of miniwargaming and have these fools ready to take over just in case so Daven got another stat line and a fancy new weapon. My Buddies second didn’t like Daven. Thought he was a pussy compared to his thunder wolf.(UNFAIR AF UTHRAL) so we decided the Space Wolf Dark Angel duel was a good way to settle it. So no mounts we have them go toe to toe Daven with his Corvus hammer s+1 ap- rending and Uthral with his Special Frost sword he won during the campaign which others said was somewhat overpowered (*scoffs trying not to snicker* Wasn’t… at least I thought so after the duel.) It’s a s+1 ap4 power sword/spear sword with instant death to represent that a single cut could freeze an opponent in place. So Daven starts combat I roll first with my 4 attacks 2 base, pistol, charge so boom boom boom I hit and I get three wounds. Uthral only has three so he’s like fuck me in the wolf ass. 

We agreed to roll saves after. (None rending.) He swings with his 4 attacks……………. Everyone else started laughing. 1,1,1,4……. He rolls and wounds. 

NOW THE MOMENTS YOU”VE MAYBE NOT KNOWING YOU WERE WAITING FOR!!!

I rolled a 3 on the armor save….

The narrative is this. Uthral swung his sword. Daven catches it on his gauntlet then proceeds to beat the shit out of Uthral. Uthral fails all saves. As a bonus for the one round wonder Daven levels up in the campaign and as a trophy I take Uthrals helm, his sword, and his fucking wolf pelt because of his shitty attitude something which should make any Space Wolf player mad that I have an awesome SW sword and helm. All DA players I expect appropriate praise. Ah fuck it all of you praise me. So on the Level up table I roll +1 to Initiative and with some extra points laying around and a broken Tech Marine around I Kitbash together some sweet looking artificer armor with his robe, a wolf pelt over shoulder, this new fuck ass big sword that’s insta gibing gits everywhere. Daven became a killer of legendary preparations on the tabletop. It was him I eventually brought over to Deathwatch and now he’s leading a custom faction I made the Lost but Unforgotten. His rules at the end of the campaign are as follows.

WS 5 BS 5 S4 T4 (5)  I5 W3 A3 Ld 10 sv2+5++

Rage (Table rolled rule [Laugh as you imagine those attacks]), Ravenwing, Grim Resolve, Preferred enemy Chaos, Dickus bigger than yoursus (lol). 

So... I’m writing this fucking mad as hell. Lets be honest we’ve all been there and yes I’ve been there while playing as Daven. I’ll be the first to admit if I didn’t think they were dumb as hell I’d be a Khorne berserker. 

So once upon a time I remember Daven and four good friends are purging through a tyranid hive ship (I know. I thought It was game over.) Everyones dying and I had been through some stuff recently so I was pretty pissed. Well either Khorne found my blood letting funny or the Emperor was truly shining upon me because after the deaths of all my squad mates and the other ten or so Deathwatch squads aboard the living spacefaring cockroach I tore my way piece by piece through the living sea of chitten to get to the Norn queen and personally rip her head off. I know this is probably the most bullshit story you’ve heard but it’s fuckin true. I broke a chainsword, chain axe, force halberd, onyx glaive (Some special chapter or something), every gun, I shredded my mk8 armor (Went to my iconic as hell mk 4 with wolf helm after this), lost so many relics if the chapters found out they would be on an endless hunt for me. So half armored bleeding from a dozen wounds and after fighting my way through some special hive guards I think I run into this super psychic scream by the queen. I run through that like grevious through that ithorian

Awesome cartoon back in the day btw/ I ripped my two naked hands on her face head butted her then proceeded to GOD OF WAR her head off. So ya. Anger can be a motivator if used right.

I won’t say it’s a bad thing, I think it’s bad to let it rule you. But if you’re mad go for a run, or a workout, get something done thats tedious. Use it. Be above it. Tell Khorne to eat a dick when he offers you godhood to kill your own squad then proceed to cast fist on the next Bloodthirster you see.

Hell go write a short story/guide on a porn loving website just be productive.

BTW working with a friend that writes for Gduubs to help me get a tg codex together for Lost but Unforgotten. He says if it’s good enough he might throw it up and see how it goes. It pays to have good friends.

 Once upon a time we come to recently made Champion Daven fresh into the fifth company of the Dark Angels and then offered to the Deathwatch. 

This is my oh second mission as Daven. If I recall right it was a five man group with myself as the tac/sniper of the team with a stalker bolter (Specially thanks to my Buddy Frank playing his Iron hand term for donating an awarded Stalker bolter to me.). Anyway so I’m the only guy in power armor just starting off at level 3 while all these assorted terminators and tech marine are pushing level 10-15.  

Were traveling through this hive city with our Librarian who's well known in my book and the store as the only librarian who's brain wasn’t mind fucked after mission five. I grew up loving this guy and actually thought about making a librarian because of him. He inspired me. Up until as were pushing through I see  one term die, another lose both arms, and finally as were at this final boss. A gene stealer patriarch I watch this amazing Librarian.... fail all his casts and then get his head ripped off... It was also then I chopped that fucking gene freaks head off with a chainsword. I figured after that that being big doesn't mean anything. He just got lucky for a bit. To be truthful i became even more somber of a Dark Angels then most Dark Angels. Somehow though... Through countless campaigns, wars, going back and forth from my home chapter to the Deathwatch back and forth three times i survived. Hell I flourished. 

I became a legend in the store. New players would idolize me. I would hand out many of the relics I had gained to upcoming players I think stood a chance. Chaplin and the more religious players called me a Heritic for my lack of faith in the emperor and my so called cowardice on the battlefield (using cover and tactics). I even had a talking to by the stores Watch Captain once. Said I wasn’t providing a good figure for all the new members of the Deathwatch. Now that you have this back story. 

Let us go to Another Hive city. We found ourselves in the middle of a demonic incursion it was a ten man mission mixed high and low level with the Watch Captain and a keeper. We’re being hunted by Khorne hounds and our goal is to find the ones causing the incursion and kill them and LITERALLY EVERYONE was yelling at me how I can do it and how I’ll get the kill and be the hero and I broke down. “FUCK YOU ALL!” At this point everyones like “whoa.” “You think I wanted to be a hero. I’ve seen so many brothers and friends die only for half of you to call me a heretic and the other half a coward and now just because we’re facing an apocalypse you all want me to be the hero again. So fuck you all because I’m just as likely as all of you to die. I don’t care how you believe in the Emperor I don’t care what you all think. So Shut up, gun up, and lets go kill an Emperor Damned.. At this point my character noticed all their eyes go up. I Invested heavily into reaction and speed so I roll perception and feel something behind me. Rolling for quick reaction attack I get three nat 20s (that means it’s just.. dead. As Dead as can be.) I spin around bringing my Frost sword across and cut it’s head off in one hit. As It freezes mid pose I realize I was wrong.. This was not a hound of Khorne.... That was a Lord of Change posed to breathe ethereal flames on me. I just surprised and killed a Greater Deamon of tzentch and there it lied on the ground face poised in one of shock as it turned into solid ice. 

I take a deep breath and turn back to the others who just stand there. Even the Dm is trying to hide behind his sheets. The Watch Captain looks like he’s about to offer his sword before slowly pulling back.. I look at the ground “Emperor fucking.. Damnit.”