We had great fun digging through my pile of available monsters the evening before, picking things that seemed reasonable from the Storm of Magic book and giving them various upgrades. We tried not to take anything that seemed unreasonably powerful, and ended up with something like the following:
- Griffon (with ASF and Devastating Charge)
- Wyvern (with Killing Blow)
- Wyvern (with Tail Attack)
- Wyvern (with Impact Hits)
- Young Dragon
- Pack of 3 Sabretusks
- Pack of 3 Sabretusks
Game 10: The Giants' Causeway
It was mid afternoon when Edna the troll saw him. The most handsome, most ripped, most utterly adorable thing she’d ever seen. He was dressed in ragged trousers, and was striding across the stony ground effortlessly carrying a great ogham stone above his head, following the big shiny red men with a look of intense concentration. Just one look was all it took, and Edna was in love, but how could she make this handsome and virile adonis notice her? She looked about her blankly, her gaze falling on a crumbling stone idol, which lay fallen on the ground. Picking this up and raising it above her head in imitation of her beloved, she set out after him, drooling quietly, the world around her much fuzzier and pinker than usual.
|Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, right? Edna follows her dreamboat into battle.|
|Kragan the Destroyer arrives on the Giants' Causeway|
|Days on end of roaring, running and brandishing weapons would have taken its toll on lesser lunatics, but not the devoted followers of Khorne!|
|New victims for Kragan to chase and threaten!|
|Dave the Dragon (second from right) who has an identity crisis and is convinced that he must be a Wyvern. And wonders why the dumb beasts refuse to talk to him. Poor Dave.|
|A few things appear behind the Chaos column (this was the game where we realised that all the defending army is meant to be facing the same direction)|
|Rolf the Giant returned from his stint in the Empire with a splendid pet "bird".|
|The Monsters move first, and they close in fairly quickly, trying to avoid enemy charge arcs.|
|Dave and one of the Wyverns fly around one side.|
|The other Wyverns move around from the other side.|
|We decided the Wyvern with the red talons had Killing Blow and the fat cow Wyvern got impact hits. Gut charge and all that.|
|Up the other end, less caution was required about enemy charges.|
|They're behind you!|
|Khorne disapproves of this evasive behaviour.|
|Gad and zooks! Also, Owen clearly wishes he could write everything from the perspective of a posh English gentleman.|
|The first Chaos turn is largely dedicated to turning to face the many approaching threats|
|Sir Timothy's warning was just in time, really.|
|Lord Kravark wheels his regiment about to chase the Wyverns.|
|A judicious application of force as 3 Sabretusks, a Giant, a Griffon and an Arachnarok all charge the Ogres at once.|
“I say, damn impertinent cats they have in these parts,” he said, bringing his axe around in a sweeping arc, rending one great cat in twain and sending the others scampering for the hills.
Meanwhile, Lord Kravark, Bloodyhanded leviathan of Slaughter sawed at the rains of Kar’dellz the Doom Puppy, his mighty three-headed juggernaut, and wildly tried to bring it’s heads round so he could cause a highly satisfying axe/wyvern conjunction. His potent horde of knights wheeled and frothed at the mouth in anticipation of the fray.
|2 Wyverns drop onto the Warriors and proceed to Thunderstomp a great many of them into oblivion.|
|Only 1 Wyvern left, half the Chaos Warriors and dead and the Exalted Hero leading them (presumably Shrark Draak) has taken a wound. Apparently he had the Featherfoe Torc. As if anyone takes that. Outrageous!|
|Kragarn the destroyer prepares to destroy.|
|The mighty duel between the Sabretusks and Chaos Hounds.|
|The other Chaos Hounds had fought bravely against Dave...|
|...But ended up very eaten.|
Lord Kravark managed to wrench his unit around just in time to see the Skull-Takers, down to their last four men, and now sans-hero, shred their last wyvern, rumble forwards into some sabre tusks, and completely block him from charging anything. He gnashed mighty teeth in mighty rage.
|The few remaining Chaos Warriors finish off the remaining Wyvern. It had been a bloody fight.|
|No, you're in the way!|
|Cousin Rolf finds himself unexpectedly flanked as the Chaos Warriors break and pursue the Sabretusks|
“Ach, mein abdomen!” he gurgled with his last breath…
Sir Timothy Booth-Wilkinson was surprised to realise that although the house-sized chunk of spider had been reduced to bite-sized chunks, the furious shouting of the Giants had such an unnerving effect upon his men that they were wavering. Before he could deliver a brilliantly dry speech about stiff-upper lips, they turned and fled, with the great giant Humphrey galloping along behind...
|Despite the loss of Cousin Rolf (or maybe because of it), Humphrey Yells and Bawls to win the combat, but fails to catch the Ogres when they break.|
|Dave discovers that Chaos Warriors are a match for very little Dragons who think they are Wyverns.|
|Run Dave, run!|
|The Ogres rally and brace for another charge from Humphrey.|
|Humphrey finds that a second encounter with the Ogres is beyond him.|
It was at about this point that Lord Kravark realised he was not going to get to kill anything today. He ground his mighty teeth in mighty rage, and surveyed the foggy field of battle. There was nothing left to kill - his army had laid waste utterly to the ambushing monsters and left him without a skull to his name. He roared in mighty fury, his voice joined by his retinue of knights and faithful lieutenant, Zabran.
It was at this point that he saw the bunny. It was a happy, fluffy little bunny, and had just popped out of its burrow to see what all the noise was about. Kravark gave a blood curdling battle cry, and set off in pursuit of the fleeing rodent. His army gave tongue and joined the chase. It was clearly a good day for the followers' bloody god of mindless slaughter.
Edna wandered on into the night. She’d lost sight of that great hunk of spunk she’d fallen head over heels in love with, but she was sure that if she just kept walking, she’d find him at last. Her thoughts were full of love and plans for the future – settling down with her beau, building a lovely little cottage with a white-picket fence, the pitter-patter of huge feet, the cooing of doves… until she walked over a cliff. Lying at the base of the cliff, the crumbling stone idol she’d intended as a wedding present for that ravishing creature she’d fallen for broken over her head, Edna reflected on what her mother had told her when she was a tiny troll sprog. Love really did hurt, she thought. The fog rolled back in to hide her mangled remains as in the far distance, a fluffy bunny fled into the night pursued by the mightiest warriors ever to plague the old world.