We had time for one more battle so decided on a four-way warband skirmish around a tower containing a mysterious magic item. The last remaining champion on the field of battle would be able to claim this mighty object for themselves and the glory of their patron.
|The field of battle. Whiskey Priest's caulking mat was really nice to game on.|
It started fairly evenly, but I was overconfident and kept only using sufficient power points to make the necessary saving throw "sporting" - cue Malc making the most extraordinary set of low rolls you've ever seen... that is, until he made it into combat and I continuously failed to inflict any wounds on his toughness 5 beastmen. It was a lot more difficult in this game as they weren't running away!
I fared better against Whiskey Priest, zapping away and causing a wholesale rout as I sent a yelping chaos hound back through his whole warband that was funnelling through a narrow gap between a group of buildings.
|The advance of Khorne...|
|The retreat of Khorne...|
|My lone warband champion flees, while my horrors fight The Beast|
I have no pictures of the rest of this battle, but plenty can be found on Whiskey Priest's blog, so I shall leave you with a delightful selection of crotch photos. Can you guess which trouser area belongs to which oldhammerer? Don't say I never give you a treat!
Hint: none of them are mine; I was behind the camera.
Till next time, and don't have nightmares,