High Elves
After the losing battle to slow the undead horde, Cilliriel's vastly diminished army retreated back to the Vragthar's Monolith region to regroup. His detachment of Phoenix Guard, which was tasked with keeping watch on the Ork Waaagh gaining power in the area, reported a large influx of orks joining the Shaman. Sliver Helm Commander Asurai Durnal of Sylvanus immediately took his personal retinue to the fore. As Experienced Battle Mages were becoming scarce, the army was forced to go without any magical assistance. They came upon the orks in a heavily forested area, and Commander Durnal quickly formed up his line. A strategic feint forced the orks to show their hand as they charged forward. Durnal lost sight of his army as he and his personal retinue of Silver Helms rode into the forest, the magic of their banner filling the steeds with the drive of the Father of Horses, to whom terrain meant nothing, cutting off the flank attack of the Wolf Riders. Seeing this charge, so much like the Heroes of Old, was too much for the little goblins, which fled the battle in terror, never looking back. Asurai regrouped his men to an awful sight. His line was not just broken, it was decimated. A single unit of Black Orks had defeated three blocks of elven spearmen, and the other orks were already turning back, thinking the battle over. Asurai and his men charged. They charged like never before. They charged like the Heroes of Old. The orks were nothing before them. Even the black orks, with a cunning counter charge, could not hold. In the wake of the Silver Helm’s fury, not a single ork in sight was left alive. The battle was won. The Waaagh was decimated, but the losses were great. The battle will stay in the survivors’ minds as one of the bloodiest ever fought. Khaine is surely happy this day…
Orcs
‘Dem pointies musta got da’ best of us dis time. Urgwart woke up to da stench of dead boyz. ‘Dem pointies cheated and got behind us somehow. Leave it to gobbos to run instead of watch’in our backs. We didn’t let’em go widdout ‘urtin’em though. ‘Dem black orcs ‘dat got togevver wiff us were strong! Dem boyz went charg’in right down the field and into dem pointies. Urgwart helped’em a bit wit somma Mork’s power. Dey made the pointies look like gobbos da way dey ran! Urgwart was a bit too proud of dat, cuz me was fink’in we won da fight. Then, dem pointies on horsies came tunder’in from da trees. Dey ran right over me and da boyz, and one of’em even poked me. Da’ last ting Urgwart ‘members is gett’in tramppled by horsies. Mork’s gotta have big plans for Urgwart, cuz me tinks I should’a been stink’in up da forest like all the ‘utter dead boyz. Da world betta look out, cuz Urgwart may be ‘urtin, but e’ain’t dead! Waaagh Urgwart is just start’in! WAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Monday, May 25, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Nemesis Crown Campaign: Battle 8
Vampire Counts
Byron was able to escape the previous attack on him and meet back up with his new master, the necromancer known only as "The Butcher of Bergendorf". Byron made his way to the Butcher's secret lair in an old decrepit and abandoned coaching inn to continue his training in the necromantic arts. Unknown to him, a scouting party from the high elf army he previously defeated had managed to come across the Butcher's necromantic host and find his hideout.
Shortly after Byron arrived, an elven army showed up to avenge their fallen brethren. The Butcher gathered his undead hosts to repel the attack. The Elves brought several bolt throwers and several chariots, as well as many large blocks of troops. But they could not compete with the magical mastery attained by The Butcher and his two apprentices, as they raised zombies and magically moved their soldiers at will.
The bolt thrower crews were mostly killed or chased off by a pack of ghosts who descended upon them with unnatural speed. The remaining bolt thrower crew was killed by giant fell bats, but not before a lucky shot destroyed most of the unit of black knights led by the powerful wight lord with his ancient magic sword. What little remained of the unit was surrounded and overwhelmed in combat by a block of elven spearmen, and the power of the magic animating the wight lord was broken. As he was surrounded, his corpse simply fell limp to the ground, perhaps to be re-animated again in the future.
The Elven chariots were destroyed or chased off. Eventually the two Elven mages were run down by zombies and dire wolves, presumably to be devoured. The Elves still had many solid troops remaining, but their time had run out. With night beginning to fall, the Elves had to withdraw, for facing the undead horde at night when their strength was greatest would be foolish.
The Elves had suffered relatively few casualties, but with no war machines, chariots, or magical support, they would be unable to mount a serious offensive against The Butcher's forces. This should leave Byron plenty of time undisturbed to learn from The Butcher and improve his necromantic skills.
High Elves
Cilliriel's army retreated from the battlefield. The necromancers had once again evaded them. The undead horde proved too plentiful to break through and the loss of his mages proved to be the killing blow on the elves' hopes for victory. It was with a heavy heart that the order for retreat was given, but elven lives are too precious a commodity to waste on these battlefields in the old world... the time for revenge shall come.
Byron was able to escape the previous attack on him and meet back up with his new master, the necromancer known only as "The Butcher of Bergendorf". Byron made his way to the Butcher's secret lair in an old decrepit and abandoned coaching inn to continue his training in the necromantic arts. Unknown to him, a scouting party from the high elf army he previously defeated had managed to come across the Butcher's necromantic host and find his hideout.
Shortly after Byron arrived, an elven army showed up to avenge their fallen brethren. The Butcher gathered his undead hosts to repel the attack. The Elves brought several bolt throwers and several chariots, as well as many large blocks of troops. But they could not compete with the magical mastery attained by The Butcher and his two apprentices, as they raised zombies and magically moved their soldiers at will.
The bolt thrower crews were mostly killed or chased off by a pack of ghosts who descended upon them with unnatural speed. The remaining bolt thrower crew was killed by giant fell bats, but not before a lucky shot destroyed most of the unit of black knights led by the powerful wight lord with his ancient magic sword. What little remained of the unit was surrounded and overwhelmed in combat by a block of elven spearmen, and the power of the magic animating the wight lord was broken. As he was surrounded, his corpse simply fell limp to the ground, perhaps to be re-animated again in the future.
The Elven chariots were destroyed or chased off. Eventually the two Elven mages were run down by zombies and dire wolves, presumably to be devoured. The Elves still had many solid troops remaining, but their time had run out. With night beginning to fall, the Elves had to withdraw, for facing the undead horde at night when their strength was greatest would be foolish.
The Elves had suffered relatively few casualties, but with no war machines, chariots, or magical support, they would be unable to mount a serious offensive against The Butcher's forces. This should leave Byron plenty of time undisturbed to learn from The Butcher and improve his necromantic skills.
High Elves
Cilliriel's army retreated from the battlefield. The necromancers had once again evaded them. The undead horde proved too plentiful to break through and the loss of his mages proved to be the killing blow on the elves' hopes for victory. It was with a heavy heart that the order for retreat was given, but elven lives are too precious a commodity to waste on these battlefields in the old world... the time for revenge shall come.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Nemesis Crown Campaign: Battle 7
Beastmen
The herd had been broken, Banedrom defeated. The deadlings proved to be too numerous and when aided by the necromantic magics, crushed a large war herd. A particularly brutal Wargor called Khargar seizes a small warband and begin the hunt. The shaman called Gharnok agreed to bestoy the gifts of Khaos and even the ancient dragon ogres have agreed to help destroy the deadlings.
The foul stench was not hard to pick up as the very earth reeked of undeath. The small raiding party happens upon a necromancer and his minions. As a storm rages in the distance and the reek of undeath fill his muzzle, Khargar is reminded of the frustration felt in the last battle against the deadlings. A moment of intense rage overcomes him as he lets out a desperate roar and charges. Joining the ranks of the bestigors, they march towards the armored deadlings.
The unruly herd, maddened by the reek of death, charge a small building filled with the living fiends only to leave when tempted by their dark hounds. The centigors, much more eager to charge the black knights after a glorious binge of wine and ale, let loose a fearsome and foolishly optimistic charge…
After watching the centigors get crushed by the black knights, Khargar stops his Bestigor herd and awaits the charge. The black knights turn and launch a charge. A chill runs down his spine as Khargar hears a whisper. This was no deadling. A wicked blood drinker this was. Surprised, Khargar does not stand a chance and is swiftly dispatched by the vampire. However, the bestigors would hold. though the dark knights were fearsome, the bestigors would prove earn their favor from the dark Gods.
Enraged by their blunderous appearance in this accursed herd’s previous battle, the mighty dragon ogres choose their target. Awakened by the storm to be insulted by the beastmen, the undead would feel the rage of the centuries. Leading a crushing charge against the armored deadlings, the dragon ogres smash into the undead with a series of bone crushing swings. They fail to notice the bestigors, who have smashed through the black knights, have charged the same target in its flank. The combination was devastating.
The bestigors raise their banner and let loose a hideous slew of bray and snarls, cursing the undead horde and it’s foul stench. The remaining wolves and bats flee into the woods as the necromancer summons rotting guardians to escort him from the battlefield.
Vampire Counts
After defeating and driving off the Beastman horde, most of Byron's army went on ahead while he stuck around to search the area for the elusive prize. Unfortunately, the remnants of the beastman army returned for revenge! Byron was caught off guard with only a small contingent to guard him. But the beastmen had the aid of several massive dragon ogres! Having been humiliated and assaulted previously, both by their own drunken allies and the enemy's necromantic magic, the dragon ogres were back for vengeance. Their fury could not be stopped, and there was nothing in Byron's small contingent that could stand in the face of their furious onslaught. Black knights charged the beastman bestigors, and despite taking out the enemy general, they were unable to break the unusually resolute beastmen and were eventually defeated. The wights there to guard Byron were all destroyed by raging dragon ogres and the bestigors. Luckily, Byron himself managed to survive and escape. He must now make his way through the dangerous forests without any protection to meet back up with the bulk of his army. Hopefully things will be going better for them.
The herd had been broken, Banedrom defeated. The deadlings proved to be too numerous and when aided by the necromantic magics, crushed a large war herd. A particularly brutal Wargor called Khargar seizes a small warband and begin the hunt. The shaman called Gharnok agreed to bestoy the gifts of Khaos and even the ancient dragon ogres have agreed to help destroy the deadlings.
The foul stench was not hard to pick up as the very earth reeked of undeath. The small raiding party happens upon a necromancer and his minions. As a storm rages in the distance and the reek of undeath fill his muzzle, Khargar is reminded of the frustration felt in the last battle against the deadlings. A moment of intense rage overcomes him as he lets out a desperate roar and charges. Joining the ranks of the bestigors, they march towards the armored deadlings.
The unruly herd, maddened by the reek of death, charge a small building filled with the living fiends only to leave when tempted by their dark hounds. The centigors, much more eager to charge the black knights after a glorious binge of wine and ale, let loose a fearsome and foolishly optimistic charge…
After watching the centigors get crushed by the black knights, Khargar stops his Bestigor herd and awaits the charge. The black knights turn and launch a charge. A chill runs down his spine as Khargar hears a whisper. This was no deadling. A wicked blood drinker this was. Surprised, Khargar does not stand a chance and is swiftly dispatched by the vampire. However, the bestigors would hold. though the dark knights were fearsome, the bestigors would prove earn their favor from the dark Gods.
Enraged by their blunderous appearance in this accursed herd’s previous battle, the mighty dragon ogres choose their target. Awakened by the storm to be insulted by the beastmen, the undead would feel the rage of the centuries. Leading a crushing charge against the armored deadlings, the dragon ogres smash into the undead with a series of bone crushing swings. They fail to notice the bestigors, who have smashed through the black knights, have charged the same target in its flank. The combination was devastating.
The bestigors raise their banner and let loose a hideous slew of bray and snarls, cursing the undead horde and it’s foul stench. The remaining wolves and bats flee into the woods as the necromancer summons rotting guardians to escort him from the battlefield.
Vampire Counts
After defeating and driving off the Beastman horde, most of Byron's army went on ahead while he stuck around to search the area for the elusive prize. Unfortunately, the remnants of the beastman army returned for revenge! Byron was caught off guard with only a small contingent to guard him. But the beastmen had the aid of several massive dragon ogres! Having been humiliated and assaulted previously, both by their own drunken allies and the enemy's necromantic magic, the dragon ogres were back for vengeance. Their fury could not be stopped, and there was nothing in Byron's small contingent that could stand in the face of their furious onslaught. Black knights charged the beastman bestigors, and despite taking out the enemy general, they were unable to break the unusually resolute beastmen and were eventually defeated. The wights there to guard Byron were all destroyed by raging dragon ogres and the bestigors. Luckily, Byron himself managed to survive and escape. He must now make his way through the dangerous forests without any protection to meet back up with the bulk of his army. Hopefully things will be going better for them.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Nemesis Crown Campaign: Battle 6
Vampire Counts
Due to his successes in battle, Byron Manfred's undead army continued to grow as word of his victories spread. He was soon joined by a much more powerful necromancer, and was taken as his apprentice. There was much for Bryon to learn from this new ally, and his necromantic skills continued to improve. His army was also joined by the ancient spirit of a long dead king, a powerful wight lord with mighty magical artifacts. This had been the great power that Byron had sensed in the burial ground he had discovered.
Unfortunately Duke Tepes, Byron's vampire thrall ally, left the army temporarily to pursue the upstart Bretonnian hero who had fought him to a draw. Tepes would not rest until he had tested in skills in a rematch with the Bretonnian. But Byron continued his search for the crown without Tepes, and with a larger army thanks to his new necromancer master.
His search soon brought him into conflict with a large beastman army that ambushed and attacked his undead force. The army included many chaos warriors and beastmen, and some larger monsters such as ogres and several dragon ogres. It was an intimidating force. But Byron, by now quite experienced in battle, was able to out-maneuver and eliminate the attacking beastmen piece by piece. The army was aided a great deal by the new master necromancer and his powerful magical abilities.
Byron managed to keep his army away from the powerful group of dragon ogres, partly thanks to the intervention of some drunken centigors who, seeing the dragon ogres from behind, must have mistaken them for some particularly butch but not completely unattractive female centigors. To add injury to insult, the master necromancer managed to cast a powerful necromantic spell on the dragon ogres, causing them to age unnaturally. Of course he must not have known that dragon ogres are immortal, so they would never age to the point of death, and growing old only makes them more powerful. These facts would later come back to haunt Byron in a future battle when the humiliated and infuriated dragon ogres returned for revenge.
But for the time being, what was left of the decimated and leaderless beastman army would have to retreat in the fact of the overwhelming undead hoard that remained. And Byron had some time to continue his search for the crown, and to study with his new master.
Due to his successes in battle, Byron Manfred's undead army continued to grow as word of his victories spread. He was soon joined by a much more powerful necromancer, and was taken as his apprentice. There was much for Bryon to learn from this new ally, and his necromantic skills continued to improve. His army was also joined by the ancient spirit of a long dead king, a powerful wight lord with mighty magical artifacts. This had been the great power that Byron had sensed in the burial ground he had discovered.
Unfortunately Duke Tepes, Byron's vampire thrall ally, left the army temporarily to pursue the upstart Bretonnian hero who had fought him to a draw. Tepes would not rest until he had tested in skills in a rematch with the Bretonnian. But Byron continued his search for the crown without Tepes, and with a larger army thanks to his new necromancer master.
His search soon brought him into conflict with a large beastman army that ambushed and attacked his undead force. The army included many chaos warriors and beastmen, and some larger monsters such as ogres and several dragon ogres. It was an intimidating force. But Byron, by now quite experienced in battle, was able to out-maneuver and eliminate the attacking beastmen piece by piece. The army was aided a great deal by the new master necromancer and his powerful magical abilities.
Byron managed to keep his army away from the powerful group of dragon ogres, partly thanks to the intervention of some drunken centigors who, seeing the dragon ogres from behind, must have mistaken them for some particularly butch but not completely unattractive female centigors. To add injury to insult, the master necromancer managed to cast a powerful necromantic spell on the dragon ogres, causing them to age unnaturally. Of course he must not have known that dragon ogres are immortal, so they would never age to the point of death, and growing old only makes them more powerful. These facts would later come back to haunt Byron in a future battle when the humiliated and infuriated dragon ogres returned for revenge.
But for the time being, what was left of the decimated and leaderless beastman army would have to retreat in the fact of the overwhelming undead hoard that remained. And Byron had some time to continue his search for the crown, and to study with his new master.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Nemesis Crown Campaign: Battle 5
Vampire Counts
Having dealt with the Elven menace, Byron Manfred was free to continue his search for the crown. Finding it would be his only chance to regain some measure of his former life, whether it be the power to bring back the one he loves or simply being allowed to return to his home.
Byron continued to travel with Duke Tepes, a blood dragon vampire thrall who is out to prove himself in combat. Byron has also become the apprentice of a more experienced necromancer who had heard of his exploits. Under this new dark wizard's tutelage, Byron's skills in the dark arts began to improve.
Their search brought them to an ancient burial site where Byron could sense some powerful ancient magic. Shortly after discovering the site, they came upon a Bretonnian force in the area to clear out any threats to the local populace. The Bretonnian's, led by the noble Sir Edwin Hammel of Parravon, formed up to attack the band of undead. Byron prepared his shambling troops to defend themselves.
Seeing an opponent that might actually be worth his time, Duke Tepes immediately led his small unit of black knights charging right across the middle of the battlefield toward Sir Edwin, the magic wielding damsel with him, and the unit of peasant spearmen they lead. The sudden onslaught greatly unnerved Sir Edwin and his men. Edwin bravely accepted the challenge of Duke Tepes to face him in single combat, and was wounded by the charging vampire. The damsel was slaughtered by the black knights, but the peasants held their ground.
More peasant soldiers joined in the combat, as did some hungry ghouls. The single combat continued between Duke Tepes and Sir Edwin. Due to Sir Edwin's powerful magic armor and the obvious favor of the lady of the lake, the Duke was unable to finish him off. Sir Edwin managed to strike back and wound Tepes, enraging the proud vampire. The knights continued to cut down the peasants until they could take no more. They all broke and ran for their lives directly into some fell bats waiting to finish them off. In the chaos and confusion of the rout, Duke Tepes lost sight of Sir Edwin. But he will not soon forget the insolent human who managed to harm him in combat.
Meanwhile, Byron's undead forces were successfully outmaneuvering and defeating the rest of the Bretonnian army piecemeal. Byron and his new master were able to raise many new allies from the corpses in the ancient burial site. But Byron stretched his powers a little too far attempting to cast a powerful spell he was trying to learn. This nearly cost him his life, as a demon ravaged his mind. It was an important lesson in the dangers of trying to gain power too quickly.
After driving off the attackers with fairly minimal losses, Bryon set about searching the ancient burial site. It did not turn out to contain a magic crown. Byron did, however, discover a different magical artifact with considerable power, which may aid him in his continuing quest.
Bretonnians
Blessed Lady, I pray to you from a grave I have dug with my own hands. Sir Bertrand, my loyal standard bearer, struck down by an evil cursed weapon. The plan was good. I was to lead the peasants through the clearing, bring the undead hordes to battle, and hold the line as Sir Betrand led his knights around the left flank, and even more brave knights sped around the right flank. When this trap was sprung, no one could stand before the might of Bretonnia. The vile creatures of the undead seemed to be playing right into the trap. Blasphemous knights of the undead thundered down upon our line, a mighty vampire amongst them, his lance pointed directly at me as he bellowed a challenge. The dead began to rise from the ground just before the impact of the charge and, Lady forgive me, this sight filled me with fear. Despite my moment of weakness, the line held. The first strike from the vampire’s lance struck me with unholy power, knocking me to my feet. As I stood up to face him I saw the Lady Arianna struck down from an evil knight. I turned to face the vampire…I knew I must defeat him to quell the fear of my men. More peasant joined the battle, hacking down the walking dead where they stood, though more appeared faster than they could be killed. Still more peasants joined the line as the battle raged on between the vile vampire and myself. Shambling creatures stumbled from the forest and joined the battle as the vampire hacked at me. Desperately trying to ward of the blows, he finally caught me off guard. I was out of position to defend the killing blow, and my eyes happened upon the dead body of the Lady Arriana, and I knew the blow would not harm me. The Lady protects. Rejuvenated by this blessed event, I launched myself at the vampire and struck him. He roared in terrifying anger, as if I was not worthy to wound him. The rest I do not remember. The line broke. I was caught in the rush of peasants running from the battle. Giant bat creatures swooped down upon us, killing as we ran. I was dragged down to ground.
“He’s alive!” were the next words that I heard. The few surviving peasants pulled dead bodies from on top me. The survivors had managed to get away from the battle, and where back looking for survivors. Many of the knights survived, but almost all of the peasants were killed. The messengers have returned. They have located some fellow knights of Bretonnia. I have taken into my care Sir Bertrand's warhorse and we are riding to join some fellow knights of Bretonnia. When we meet them I intend to rally together an army to hunt down these vile creatures and end their reign of terror on this world. Blessed Lady give me strength, for I turned in the face of fear. Blessed Lady give me guidance, for my mind is a sea of fear, confusion and rage. Blessed Lady forgive me, for I have failed.
Having dealt with the Elven menace, Byron Manfred was free to continue his search for the crown. Finding it would be his only chance to regain some measure of his former life, whether it be the power to bring back the one he loves or simply being allowed to return to his home.
Byron continued to travel with Duke Tepes, a blood dragon vampire thrall who is out to prove himself in combat. Byron has also become the apprentice of a more experienced necromancer who had heard of his exploits. Under this new dark wizard's tutelage, Byron's skills in the dark arts began to improve.
Their search brought them to an ancient burial site where Byron could sense some powerful ancient magic. Shortly after discovering the site, they came upon a Bretonnian force in the area to clear out any threats to the local populace. The Bretonnian's, led by the noble Sir Edwin Hammel of Parravon, formed up to attack the band of undead. Byron prepared his shambling troops to defend themselves.
Seeing an opponent that might actually be worth his time, Duke Tepes immediately led his small unit of black knights charging right across the middle of the battlefield toward Sir Edwin, the magic wielding damsel with him, and the unit of peasant spearmen they lead. The sudden onslaught greatly unnerved Sir Edwin and his men. Edwin bravely accepted the challenge of Duke Tepes to face him in single combat, and was wounded by the charging vampire. The damsel was slaughtered by the black knights, but the peasants held their ground.
More peasant soldiers joined in the combat, as did some hungry ghouls. The single combat continued between Duke Tepes and Sir Edwin. Due to Sir Edwin's powerful magic armor and the obvious favor of the lady of the lake, the Duke was unable to finish him off. Sir Edwin managed to strike back and wound Tepes, enraging the proud vampire. The knights continued to cut down the peasants until they could take no more. They all broke and ran for their lives directly into some fell bats waiting to finish them off. In the chaos and confusion of the rout, Duke Tepes lost sight of Sir Edwin. But he will not soon forget the insolent human who managed to harm him in combat.
Meanwhile, Byron's undead forces were successfully outmaneuvering and defeating the rest of the Bretonnian army piecemeal. Byron and his new master were able to raise many new allies from the corpses in the ancient burial site. But Byron stretched his powers a little too far attempting to cast a powerful spell he was trying to learn. This nearly cost him his life, as a demon ravaged his mind. It was an important lesson in the dangers of trying to gain power too quickly.
After driving off the attackers with fairly minimal losses, Bryon set about searching the ancient burial site. It did not turn out to contain a magic crown. Byron did, however, discover a different magical artifact with considerable power, which may aid him in his continuing quest.
Bretonnians
Blessed Lady, I pray to you from a grave I have dug with my own hands. Sir Bertrand, my loyal standard bearer, struck down by an evil cursed weapon. The plan was good. I was to lead the peasants through the clearing, bring the undead hordes to battle, and hold the line as Sir Betrand led his knights around the left flank, and even more brave knights sped around the right flank. When this trap was sprung, no one could stand before the might of Bretonnia. The vile creatures of the undead seemed to be playing right into the trap. Blasphemous knights of the undead thundered down upon our line, a mighty vampire amongst them, his lance pointed directly at me as he bellowed a challenge. The dead began to rise from the ground just before the impact of the charge and, Lady forgive me, this sight filled me with fear. Despite my moment of weakness, the line held. The first strike from the vampire’s lance struck me with unholy power, knocking me to my feet. As I stood up to face him I saw the Lady Arianna struck down from an evil knight. I turned to face the vampire…I knew I must defeat him to quell the fear of my men. More peasant joined the battle, hacking down the walking dead where they stood, though more appeared faster than they could be killed. Still more peasants joined the line as the battle raged on between the vile vampire and myself. Shambling creatures stumbled from the forest and joined the battle as the vampire hacked at me. Desperately trying to ward of the blows, he finally caught me off guard. I was out of position to defend the killing blow, and my eyes happened upon the dead body of the Lady Arriana, and I knew the blow would not harm me. The Lady protects. Rejuvenated by this blessed event, I launched myself at the vampire and struck him. He roared in terrifying anger, as if I was not worthy to wound him. The rest I do not remember. The line broke. I was caught in the rush of peasants running from the battle. Giant bat creatures swooped down upon us, killing as we ran. I was dragged down to ground.
“He’s alive!” were the next words that I heard. The few surviving peasants pulled dead bodies from on top me. The survivors had managed to get away from the battle, and where back looking for survivors. Many of the knights survived, but almost all of the peasants were killed. The messengers have returned. They have located some fellow knights of Bretonnia. I have taken into my care Sir Bertrand's warhorse and we are riding to join some fellow knights of Bretonnia. When we meet them I intend to rally together an army to hunt down these vile creatures and end their reign of terror on this world. Blessed Lady give me strength, for I turned in the face of fear. Blessed Lady give me guidance, for my mind is a sea of fear, confusion and rage. Blessed Lady forgive me, for I have failed.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Nemesis Crown Campaign: Battle 4
High Elves
"At Last! Commander, the vile Necromancer has been found!", the runner gasped. Cilliriel gazed at the elf panting at his feet. The messenger was badly wounded, he'd only just escaped the wolves sent after him. The commander laid a hand upon the Elflings shoulder and gazed directly into his eyes. Images flew through his mind.. Beastmen.. Dragon Ogres.. Hordes of undead.. A battle.. a massive army sent forward.. an ambush.. a narrow escape.. the scouting party found out.. the chase. "th-thank you Commander!" The Newly healed runner knew what he had to do and left the tent. When Cilliriel left his pavilion, his retinue was prepared. They departed at once to join the forces of Commander Asurai Durnal.
Passing almost out of the region of Vragthar's Monolith, the shout came.. The mighty Waaaggh! of the Ork kin. It was an ambush! Cilliriel had his battle line drawn before the first ork crested the hill. The elves marched to war. The commander's equerry, the young, but talented Necromancer Elquianna, broke out in cold sweat and nearly fainted from her chariot as the powerful waves of Orkish magic crushed her wards she was able to hastily erect. The contingent of silverhelms bore the brunt of the storm as over half of them fell to the onslaught of the Orcs' heathen gods. The coordinated charge of the elven line proved too much for the goblins however, and the orc line broke. The Elves began to reform their line, Cilliriel turning to meet the rush of a unit of Boarish Cavalry. Elquianna, her chariot destroyed by the combined assault of the goblin archers and the fanatic hidden in their midst, dizzily rushed to join her commander, and was knocked aside by a unit of spider cavalry charging into the flank of the Phoenix Guard, The counter charge by the spearmen proved successful, and both armies retreated from the field. Commander Cilliriel did not have time for another battle with the orks today. His silverhelms were gone, and his equerry was badly wounded, but his retinue was mostly intact, and off he continued to deal with the vile Necromancer. to end his reign of terror. The Orcs will have to wait until tomorrow.
Orcs
Dem pointies ‘r mak’in Urgwart ANGRY! Me fink’s dey learned somf’in from us, dey had lots of boyz wit’um dis time, an’ even some charoits. Musta seen ‘ow orcs fight, now dey try’in it out demselves. Dem gobbos ran like gobbo’s like do’in. We lost some boyz too, but Urgwart not bovvered by it doh. Da big orc “Grimgor” is com’in down from da mountains. All kinds ‘a boyz are in da forest now. Urgwart gonna get a bunch more boyz togevver and show ‘dese pointies where dey belong. If Grimgor is Gork reborn, ‘den Urgwart is Mork reborn! WAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"At Last! Commander, the vile Necromancer has been found!", the runner gasped. Cilliriel gazed at the elf panting at his feet. The messenger was badly wounded, he'd only just escaped the wolves sent after him. The commander laid a hand upon the Elflings shoulder and gazed directly into his eyes. Images flew through his mind.. Beastmen.. Dragon Ogres.. Hordes of undead.. A battle.. a massive army sent forward.. an ambush.. a narrow escape.. the scouting party found out.. the chase. "th-thank you Commander!" The Newly healed runner knew what he had to do and left the tent. When Cilliriel left his pavilion, his retinue was prepared. They departed at once to join the forces of Commander Asurai Durnal.
Passing almost out of the region of Vragthar's Monolith, the shout came.. The mighty Waaaggh! of the Ork kin. It was an ambush! Cilliriel had his battle line drawn before the first ork crested the hill. The elves marched to war. The commander's equerry, the young, but talented Necromancer Elquianna, broke out in cold sweat and nearly fainted from her chariot as the powerful waves of Orkish magic crushed her wards she was able to hastily erect. The contingent of silverhelms bore the brunt of the storm as over half of them fell to the onslaught of the Orcs' heathen gods. The coordinated charge of the elven line proved too much for the goblins however, and the orc line broke. The Elves began to reform their line, Cilliriel turning to meet the rush of a unit of Boarish Cavalry. Elquianna, her chariot destroyed by the combined assault of the goblin archers and the fanatic hidden in their midst, dizzily rushed to join her commander, and was knocked aside by a unit of spider cavalry charging into the flank of the Phoenix Guard, The counter charge by the spearmen proved successful, and both armies retreated from the field. Commander Cilliriel did not have time for another battle with the orks today. His silverhelms were gone, and his equerry was badly wounded, but his retinue was mostly intact, and off he continued to deal with the vile Necromancer. to end his reign of terror. The Orcs will have to wait until tomorrow.
Orcs
Dem pointies ‘r mak’in Urgwart ANGRY! Me fink’s dey learned somf’in from us, dey had lots of boyz wit’um dis time, an’ even some charoits. Musta seen ‘ow orcs fight, now dey try’in it out demselves. Dem gobbos ran like gobbo’s like do’in. We lost some boyz too, but Urgwart not bovvered by it doh. Da big orc “Grimgor” is com’in down from da mountains. All kinds ‘a boyz are in da forest now. Urgwart gonna get a bunch more boyz togevver and show ‘dese pointies where dey belong. If Grimgor is Gork reborn, ‘den Urgwart is Mork reborn! WAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, April 13, 2009
Nemesis Crown Campaign: Battle 3
Orcs
Urgwart started 'is Waaagh deep in the forest. We started putt’in up some big rocks for Mork, and big Orcs and lots of 'itty gobbos from deep in 'dese trees came to the power of Waaagh Urgwart. ‘Dem pointy 'eads finks dey can sneak up on us and get us in our sleep. Dey don't know Mork watches over us! ‘Dem pointy 'eaded arrer's toss 'dere arrows at us from duh trees. Urgwart was angry and tried to wake up all the boyz for the Waaagh, but my boyz kept squabbl'in. Lots of boyz died and ran, but 'dem were da weak'uns. Urgwart knows them pointy 'eads can't fight up close. So dat's what we did. Once the boyz got in close, 'dem soft pointies got 'dere 'eads bashed in! 'Dem chariots crushed lotz of pointies, and even 'dem 'itty gobbo's stomped a bunch of 'em. 'Dem pointy magik wenches did nuff'in to stop Urgwart! Now lots of new boyz 'r show'in up, now 'dey know who Urgwart is! Urgwart is gett'in a big ol' army togevver, we gonna show 'dese pointies who's boss in ‘dese woods! WAAAAAGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
High Elves
The orks were much more organized than expected. The attack was a complete failure dispite the valiant actions of the Shadow Warriors of Nagarythe, the green tide quickly overwhelmed us. The Death of Commander Anlec Drannagh was sorely felt by the warriors of Nagarythe, a commander of such pure heart is rarely found among our shadow kin.
Urgwart started 'is Waaagh deep in the forest. We started putt’in up some big rocks for Mork, and big Orcs and lots of 'itty gobbos from deep in 'dese trees came to the power of Waaagh Urgwart. ‘Dem pointy 'eads finks dey can sneak up on us and get us in our sleep. Dey don't know Mork watches over us! ‘Dem pointy 'eaded arrer's toss 'dere arrows at us from duh trees. Urgwart was angry and tried to wake up all the boyz for the Waaagh, but my boyz kept squabbl'in. Lots of boyz died and ran, but 'dem were da weak'uns. Urgwart knows them pointy 'eads can't fight up close. So dat's what we did. Once the boyz got in close, 'dem soft pointies got 'dere 'eads bashed in! 'Dem chariots crushed lotz of pointies, and even 'dem 'itty gobbo's stomped a bunch of 'em. 'Dem pointy magik wenches did nuff'in to stop Urgwart! Now lots of new boyz 'r show'in up, now 'dey know who Urgwart is! Urgwart is gett'in a big ol' army togevver, we gonna show 'dese pointies who's boss in ‘dese woods! WAAAAAGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
High Elves
The orks were much more organized than expected. The attack was a complete failure dispite the valiant actions of the Shadow Warriors of Nagarythe, the green tide quickly overwhelmed us. The Death of Commander Anlec Drannagh was sorely felt by the warriors of Nagarythe, a commander of such pure heart is rarely found among our shadow kin.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Nemesis Crown Campaign: Battle 2
High Elves
As the patrol group crested the hill, a messenger was spotted flying from the woods. It had been days, and still no signs of the Necromancer's vile army. And today would be no different. The messenger brought word from none other than Commander Korhil of the White Lions! A detachment of Orcs has slipped past his screen, and assistance was required.
The elves met the orc horde on the field and quickly initiated combat. The sound of Eagle Claw bolt throwers raining death upon the orc mobs was beautiful to behold, but the true honour of the day went to the Shadow Warriors of Nagarythe, who not only held the Arcane Ruins for much of the battle, but further destroyed the warbosses favorite chariot, drawing him and his mob of Black orks into a deadly cross charge from the silverhelms. In the end, the orks were held at bay, but at much cost from the patrol party. Leaderless, the Orks will need time to regroup, time that the elves are happy to give. Word was sent speedily to Commander Cilliriel of the situation.
Orcs
Dat big dumb orc tinks he was the baddest orc to walk dis world. Thought he was Gork 'imself. Now e's dead, 'en it's Urgwart's WAAAGH!!! 'Dem pointy 'eads are good fur somf'in. Would've taken Urgwart longer to kill off dat idiot warboss. All 'ese orcs tink dey can just stomp everyone to the ground. Dey tink like Gork does. Not Urgwart...Urgwart know's Mork is best. 'Dem pointy 'eads better be ready for us now that Urgwart is in charge! WAAAAGH URGWART!!!!
As the patrol group crested the hill, a messenger was spotted flying from the woods. It had been days, and still no signs of the Necromancer's vile army. And today would be no different. The messenger brought word from none other than Commander Korhil of the White Lions! A detachment of Orcs has slipped past his screen, and assistance was required.
The elves met the orc horde on the field and quickly initiated combat. The sound of Eagle Claw bolt throwers raining death upon the orc mobs was beautiful to behold, but the true honour of the day went to the Shadow Warriors of Nagarythe, who not only held the Arcane Ruins for much of the battle, but further destroyed the warbosses favorite chariot, drawing him and his mob of Black orks into a deadly cross charge from the silverhelms. In the end, the orks were held at bay, but at much cost from the patrol party. Leaderless, the Orks will need time to regroup, time that the elves are happy to give. Word was sent speedily to Commander Cilliriel of the situation.
Orcs
Dat big dumb orc tinks he was the baddest orc to walk dis world. Thought he was Gork 'imself. Now e's dead, 'en it's Urgwart's WAAAGH!!! 'Dem pointy 'eads are good fur somf'in. Would've taken Urgwart longer to kill off dat idiot warboss. All 'ese orcs tink dey can just stomp everyone to the ground. Dey tink like Gork does. Not Urgwart...Urgwart know's Mork is best. 'Dem pointy 'eads better be ready for us now that Urgwart is in charge! WAAAAGH URGWART!!!!
Monday, March 30, 2009
Nemesis Crown Campaign: Battle 1
Our gaming group played several battles for the Warhammer Fantasy worldwide Nemesis Crown Campaign over the summer of 2007. In the coming weeks, I'll be posting the battle reports from both sides for each of the campaign battles we played, starting with this one.
Vampire Counts
A former empire battle wizard of the Amethyst order turned to necromancy to find a way to bring back his dead wife. He was found out and forced to flee the authorities. He knows the empire is searching for a magical crown. Thinking it to be the crown of Nagash, which might give him the necromantic power to bring his beloved wife back, he searches for it. If he finds it and discovers it is not what he thinks, he can trade it to the emperor for a full lifetime pardon for his crimes.
The fledgling necromancer, Byron Manfred, has put together a small contingent to search for the crown. Included is a wraith which is the spirit is his former mentor in the Amethyst order. While searching for the crown, this group came upon an Elven army that was sent to the old world specifically to hunt down the undead.
In terms of magical ability, Byron, who is new to necromancy, was completely outclassed by three high elf mages. But his army managed to deal a crushing massacre to the attacking high elves, wiping them out to the last elf. Byron and his skeletons ran down the enemy’s massive unit of Phoenix guard, killing every single one. Wolves and ghouls devoured much of the rest of the elf army. Many powerful elven magic items were lost.
With this obstacle out of the way, Byron now continues his search. But when the elves hear of this brutal defeat, they will no doubt wish to get revenge on Byron. He has likely not heard the last from this high elf contingent, as they will continue to scour the area hunting down all undead.
The fledgling necromancer, Byron Manfred, has put together a small contingent to search for the crown. Included is a wraith which is the spirit is his former mentor in the Amethyst order. While searching for the crown, this group came upon an Elven army that was sent to the old world specifically to hunt down the undead.
In terms of magical ability, Byron, who is new to necromancy, was completely outclassed by three high elf mages. But his army managed to deal a crushing massacre to the attacking high elves, wiping them out to the last elf. Byron and his skeletons ran down the enemy’s massive unit of Phoenix guard, killing every single one. Wolves and ghouls devoured much of the rest of the elf army. Many powerful elven magic items were lost.
With this obstacle out of the way, Byron now continues his search. But when the elves hear of this brutal defeat, they will no doubt wish to get revenge on Byron. He has likely not heard the last from this high elf contingent, as they will continue to scour the area hunting down all undead.
High Elves
Ygrail Sunnier, the Champion of the Fields of Pallain, returned to Commander Cillirial's Pavilion in disgrace. He had barely escaped, his entire unit killed in their fight to escape the foul undead horde. He relayed the sad news of the death of what was thought to be one of their strongest assets, the Undead Huntress, Bringer of Light, Magess Vilya Soliel of Eataine. The stoic Commander as always said nothing, but a single glance toward his aide sent the boy running with new orders. The upstart Necromancer would need to be dealt with. Ygrail was given the opportunity to set off home to his native Cothique, But as a true Champion to the forces of good, chose to stay and carry the fight to the necromancer once more...
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