"Glade to the South...Durgo and Bargo
Bargo frothes at the Mouth, preparing to charge the fleeing Wood Elves, hoping to catch one, just one of them for a delicious treat
<Bargo hadn't had Elf since...all the way back to yesterday!>
Durgo, being marginally more intellgent regarding Orders , Grabs Bargo by the shoulders, spinning him (though Bargo nearly breaks free>,and points him back towards the Main Battle.
Snarling and Howling, Bargo runs off, Durgo a close second.
In the clearing, birds once more tenatively begin to chirp, while dark red Blood pours from an Ancient Drake, coloring the stream crimson...
Main Battle
Retro, Round One
Kurg intones Words spoken only in hushed whispers, Demonic phrases to a Mad God, hitting the ELves hard with his
Unholy Blight Screams, and the hissing of the cooking, dying Elves fills the air, the smell of their flesh mingling with that of ruptured torsos and released bowels.
<< 8 Targets, 5 dead, 3 reeling on the ground>>
Round Two, continued
Midnight Fang tumbles, coming up behind one of the Elves, his blind side and attention on one of the other Orcs provinghis Undoing. Slipping her blade beneath his Breastplate, the Half-Fiend experiences Diabolic ecstacy as she hears him whisper some Elven Trollop's name as he dies, a tear in his eye.
Wekerak and the two remaining Worg Riders wheel and attack the Elves frm behind, slamming them from behind, their cover against Varn's approaching troops useless.
Varlack finds a safe haven in the Trees, though a few arrows
*thhp * past him, missing him.
Below, the Band moves out, attempting to punch a hole through the Elvish attacks to the North-West.
Varn's Hobgoblins hit the elves, though arrows drop near 10 of them in their tracks.The Captain tears insanely into the Elves, dropping two of their number, his Aide impaling an Elf on his long Spear, the blood splattering the Company Standard.
The Shaman intones in Maglibuyet's Name,
The Hobgoblins wielding bows drop an equal number of Troopers, setting up cover fire for Varn's group.
To the left, the Orcs and Aruthian Legion trade blows, though the Legion seem to e having the better of it.
<< 4 more dead Orcs, 4 dead Elves>>
The Goblins to the East fire upon the newly arrived Elves, dropping 5 or 6, before the Elves slam into their position.
The Goblins are decimated, nearly three quarters of them slain.
<<5 dead Elves to 11 dead Goblins>>
Midnight Fang feels an intense agony and is thrown sideways as a bolt of Lightning smacks into her.
Clearing her head, she sees an Elf dressed Burgandy, a long Grey cloak billowing behind him: A Grey Walker, one of the Legion's Wizards. The Elf stands some 40 feet away, standing between two trees, though there is a path to him, should she desire to settle the score. The Elf smiles as he says quite audibly
'I See what you are, Fiend...'
From the East comes a long and loud note from a Warhorn, followed by the baying of Hounds...
To the rear, the second Goblin group fires at the Elves coming from the South. This squad fares better, as the Elves had been hit by Durgo and Bargo in their earlier charge through their ranks, and there were fewer of them.
The Goblins manage to kill some 9 or 10 Elves before being Charged themselves.
<<10 dead Elves of a group of 20, 4 dead Goblins>>
OoC:Kurg is up again...
New Map to come
