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post Jun 9 2020, 10:59 PM
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After their rowdy defeat at the hands of cold ones, the remnants of Krugg's dwarven warband fled into the vast forests of the wasteland. And it was as they reached a wide fast flowing river barring their retreat that they encountered the barbarian. He was resting casually on the fallen tree trunk that served as a natural foot bridge. He seemed to be enjoying the warm sun that filtered the heavy tree canopy. One of the dwarves, a wily veteran who wore an ornate gilt plate armoured coat, moved up to the silent dark-haired one. "Stand aside, barbarian. We have urgent business and shall pass!"
The barbarian stared at the bold dwarf. And then at the throng pressing forward. Some were openly armed while others were wounded. He stood up to his full height holding his scabbarded sword which looked to be unusually broad. He picked up his broad shield and long spear.
"Friend, there is a proper bridge not far upstream. It's near a small town. I expect they even have healers and physicians. The other side of this tree trunk leads deeper into the forest. And the elves there are not as welcoming of late."
"That is our risk. Step aside."
The barbarian nodded, as if agreeing. He turned and stepped onto a side limb of the ancient tree and said nothing. The dwarves moved past. Suddenly from the rear, a cry of alarm rang out. "The cold ones!" The clang and scream of battle suddenly shattered the tranquility. Those almost across shouted and tried to recross, but many others were panicking and rushing towards their comrades. Meanwhile, those yet to cross were either fleeing or fighting for their lives as suddenly a swarm of skinks and cold one riders appeared. The cry to flee was suddenly heard. But just at that moment, there was a bellow, a war cry. Some of the dwarves turned to see the barbarian, only moments before a picture of static indifference suddenly animated hurtling into a melee between the lizard riders and some crossbowmen. Shield and sword flashed. The cries that followed though were emanating from the lizardmen. Their easy kill suddenly became a fight for survival. The barbarian's fury and skill were on show at that natural bridge for the dwarves to see.
It did not take long before the lizardmen turned and fled themselves. The moment allowed the remainder of the dwarves still alive to join their comrades. The barbarian meanwhile was checking the fallen slitherings.
The dwarf leader strolled up as the barbarian eyed a sparkling green gemstone.
"This should fetch a nice sum in town," the barbarian said pocketing the stone and a few other gold items into his haversack.
"You have our thanks," the dwarf said.
The barbarian merely wiped his blade and returned it to its scabbard. There were a few new dings and dents in shield, but nothing serious. He draped it over his shoulder.
"Are they pursuing you for a reason?"
"We fought an engagement earlier today. We are all that's left of our warband, those that I was able to round up. We are returning to our homeland to report the news of our defeat."
The barbarian said nothing for a moment. "Well, then if you continue across that bridge then you will be heading into more trouble. I have just passed through the wood elves lands and they seem to be on the warpath for some reason. Would you lot have something to do with it?"
The dwarf shook his head. "No. We are from far to the north east, among the lands of the Black Mountains. This region is alien to us."
The barbarian whistled. "Black Mountains, eh? Some walk then. Well, if you are insisting, may the Gods smile on you and light your way. I am heading for a good night's rest tonight." He bowed and walked away along a riverbank trail that headed upstream.
"Wait!"
The barbaran stopped. He turned.
"Would you be willing to lead us home then?"
"I thought all dwarves knew their way home?"
"Yes. But we are now few and need the skill of your blade. We can pay you handsomely for your trouble on our return."
The barbarian shrugged his bulging well developed shoulders as if weighing up the offer.
"My weight in gold."
The dwarves gasped as if realising the giant was no babe in weight. The wily veteran however raised a hand for silence.
"Agreed." The dwarf turned and called out a name. A younger dwarf pushed through the group and bowed. "Kazgrok will take your name and record in our ledger of debts."
The barbarian nodded. "Konan...Konan the Krimmerion."
"I am Balaz, son of Kalak. Third commander of the Quarrellers."
The dwarf extended a gloved hand. The barbarian took it.

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post Jun 10 2020, 03:36 PM
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You'd think that one cannot get passionate about plastic figures shunted about on a table. Well, guess again. Passion is very real.

Today we ran another DR game. This time my opponent fielded his untried Undead consisting of Nagash (he with the laser beam eyes), Black Knight Riders (not the car or David Hasselhoff), two unit of Skellie Pirate crossbows and three hordes of flesh eating Zombies.

Confronting them was the hooved horned ones led by Spellcaster Shamanator. This time he was bringing his FULL warband (fool left one unit behind in his last loss): a unit of Bellicose Foot (Bestigors) with Awesomely Shining Glittering armour, a unit of skirmishing Scouts (Ungors) and two units of Light Foot (Gors - not Gordon or his any other ballad singing hippies).

As in past games, things started well with the Beasties as their activations followed the similar pattern of starting off well, peaking halfway through, and then totally crumbling.

End result: Draw.

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post Jun 10 2020, 07:39 PM
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Some promised pics from this afternoon's game of Dragon Rampant. Undead vs Beastmen. Beasties started off well but were unable to take care of business towards the end of the game as the missile fire from Nagash and the heavy missiles wiped out three Beastmen units in succession. Therefore Shamanator chose to retire and leave the field to the Undead.

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Nagash summoning one of his Undead units.

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Lots of action taking place before the hill. Dark Knights have looped all the way from their own left flank to end up on the hill. In the plains below, the zombies are attacking the Beasties who seem to be holding their own.

Apologies to opponent: you were right. I forgot to use the updated scoring in the War Diary and apply to the game. Final tally therefore is Undead = 3 while Beastmen = 6. So a victory for my much maligned hooved ones. Maybe now they can retire.

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post Jun 11 2020, 08:20 AM
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Culg glanced over to the Shaman. He and few other survivors of their latest debacle were sharing a blazing fire. The remains of their hunt was still rotating on the skewer but they were no longer hungry.

"Look at that fool," he said spitting into the blaze. "We should have stayed and fought. But he chose to run instead. Again. And his stupid temper and useless ranting only makes matters worse."

"I know," said one of the others. "I saw Ock fall, dying uselessly. We'd been runts since the Longing."

The angry grumblings told Culg that now was the time. He held up a bloodied bandaged hand. His thumb was missing but he ignored the throbbing pain.

"I say we dump him and elect a new leader."

The grumblings grew more boisterous as those gathered attracted the attention of others. Whisperings passed to the newcomers who also added their voices to the excitement.

The Shaman, attended by a few loyalists, glanced over from his own fire circle. He heard some of the words and rose to his full crooked height.

"Silence, you dogs. If you fought with more vigour and courage like your fallen comrades things might have been different."

The voices subsided then wavered before dying out altogether. The crackling roar of the fires was all that was heard.

Culg, perhaps emboldened by the consensus and his own outrage, stood up and marched over to the Shaman. He hated the magic wielder. He hated that cloaked crooked figure. He hated having to fight for no reward apart from the bitter taste of defeat. He remembered the days of glory and plunder, now fading into the evening mist. He wanted those days back again.

"If you had more spine, snake eyes, we'd be feasting the Celebration Meal tonight instead of mourning our dead comrades."

Shaman roared with laughter. "Undead make for a spartan meal, fool. And you would be dining with the worms as they picked your worthless hide pickled with undead bolts. How fare you your chances against Nagash's beams of death and the shower of undead bolts? I deemed the risk not worth the lives of my remaining warband."

"You mean your worthless hide, coward," Culg said.

Shaman glared back at this impudent fool. For a split second he thought to spell the fool into eternal night but he remembered he kept his minor spell book back at his cave and he wasn't sure of a certain important phrase.

"You are brave when backed by a mob, Culg the Craven," Shaman replied. He turned to return to his fire.

Incensed at the name calling, Culg leapt at the back of the spellcaster. At the same time, he had pulled out a wicked blade that was more short sword than the dagger it was. But if he thought his surprise attack might work in his favour, poor Culg was mistaken. For the Shaman was expecting this very sneak attack. He knelt down and spun at the same time. The sorcerer's staff was not just an ornamental stick for propping up sorcerer types. It was also a deadly weapon - a treated hardwood knobkerrie that was quite heavy that could smash to pulp anything flesh and bone. And it caught Culg in mid-leap pulverising his face and killing him instantly. He landed heavily into a nearby fire. The burning sizzling that followed was heard above the crackling silence.

"Any other fool think they can complain?" the Shaman said to the others. He noted there were too many for him to take even with his spells. His few loyal followers might delay for a second or two, but he would be swamped soon thereafter. He gambled his response would be sufficient. He turned again to return to his fire. Already he was thinking of something else.

The throng did not move at first. But then one of Culg's friends, a sprouting youngling bull by the name of Fegk, cried out incoherently. He was angry at everything. He pushed through and charged the Shaman. That seemed to be the trigger. The others bellowed and followed the young bull.


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post Jun 14 2020, 11:35 AM
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The campaign has one game to go but as stated in previous posts the outcome of best warband (and therefore leader) was already decided long before.

Best Warband: Night Goblins
Best Warband Leader: Skarznik (Night Goblins)

Thanks to my gaming opponent for providing a worthy opponent and much thought-provoking moments. Promise to temper the passion. armata_PDT_34.gif

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PS: The Beasties have a new warband leader by the way.

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post Jun 17 2020, 10:34 AM
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Friday is the last game for this campaign. It will be a massed game with all three warbands tabled. Should be an interesting melee.

NEWS UPDATE: Krugg's sister, she who is The Unspoken One, has received news of her half-brother's demise and has vowed a blood and beer oath to avenge his death. Thus she has raced to rendezvous with the remnants of the warband who have somehow attached themselves to the barbarian, Konan the Krimmerion. Will she make it in time for the big bash?

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