The Opening Gambit
The Undead began with a shuffle, and headed for the castle. Lead by Nagash, representing a master necromancer in this game, they moved quick enough for a bunch of dead guys and swiftly closed with the walls. The defenders opted to unleash arrows from the walls, and sally out with some knights. The knights met the zombies and their battering ram, and, having caused insufficient casualties to stall them, fled back through the gate. At this point the Empire unveiled their not-so-secret weapon; a wizard lord of the ‘Light Magic’ variety. Who promptly blew Nagash away with irresistible force. Greatest necromancer of all time killed in a minor skirmish. Awkward.
The Charge Continues
Luckily for the forces of darkness their main units were lead by characters, and while the side units of skeletons and screaming skull stone throwing thingies faded away the zombie and their battering ram, led by a wraith, carried on. They had to put up with another sally forth by a second company of knights, equally unsuccessful, before they could put ram to wood and start pounding at the door. Unfortunately their ram was clearly made of soft wood, and the door of something rather harder, and they barely made a dent. On my left a vampire thrall led a tide of zombies over the walls with the aid of a siege tower, throwing back the defenders and spilling into the streets beyond. The grave guard also made it to the top of the walls, where their vampire lord leader cleared house, and the defenders fled to the nearest tower for safety, locking the door behind them.
Fighting in the Streets
The Empire knights, having recovered from their battering-ram phobia, counter-attacked through the streets, crushing the vampire thrall and his zombie helpers under their hooves. The Vampire Lord led his troops in a swarm into the flank of the knights, driving them off, only for the second knight company to crash into the grave guard from another angle.
The vampire was gradually gaining the upper hand, but the grave guard were almost spent, the zombies and vampire thrall gone, the door knocker wasn’t working, and, finally, that dastardly Light Wizard Lord was heading his way. It looked about as promising as a garlic stall at a vampire convention, so he chose to shake his fist in classic “you haven’t heard the last of me!” style, and hop back over the wall and into the nearby wood.
*Disclaimer - any injury, physical or mental, caused by the appearance of so much unpainted/half painted material is not the responsibility of the author.
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