The Dark Elf figures look really cool as well. I wanted to take a little more time on them as they are part of the start to a Dark Elf army I'm doing so I did the Scions first to get one of the sets finished.
And we managed to get our first game in today. Scions vs. Unmade.
Through the heat haze of the fiery chasm Olmec could see the scurrying dark forms of the enemy, they looked fast but it didn't matter, the treasure would be his.
The words, the last words it was to be, of Surtorak ran through Olmec's mind. He warned about trusting too much to anything in the hall of the illusionist. Things would look like the scarab, even feel like the scarab, but upon being in one's possession they would disappear, as insubstantial as a dream.
The enemy were quick. Olmec glanced their furtive movements in the illuminated hall. It hurt to look across the big room after moving through the dim tunnels both because of the illumination and the heat. A door barred his way and he smashed it down with his flaming sword.
Then they saw the scarab ahead of them. It was on a brazier at the foot of a bridge over the chasm to the center of the hall.
Grindalm rushed past Olmec as the door burst in and grabbed the scarab.
"I have it Olmec!"
Olmec looked across the hall to see dark forms grabbing something on a matched brazier on the other side of another identical bridge.
"That may not be it. We have to take everything that looks like that in the room. Kill those wretches. Find them all."
The sound of combat brought their attention to the right and they could see the party that had taken the fork in the tunnel were battling with the enemy. His men hurried past Olmec and rushed across the bridge.
One of the hideous foe had rushed to the brazier in the center of the room and quickly grabbed something before diving into the midst of Olmec's followers. Blades whirled as the scrawny warriors sliced this way and that, but the attack was ineffectual and Grindalm was soon pummeling the creature to the floor with his flaming fists. Snatching the pouch off of the downed fighter Grindalm retreated back across the bridge.
"I have another one."
"How many can their be?" wondered Olmec.
Hearing movement behind him Olmec turned to see one of the enemy warriors had crept into the hall. He moved to deal with the newcomer.
Meanwhile his own flanking forces had entered the fray. Warriors were moving back and forth with the dance of the combat. A twisted monstrosity sprang across the floor on feet of steel slicing through his warriors. Shouts of triumph rang out as a warrior slew another and seized a scarab from them.
Grindalm could stand the inactivity no longer and charged into the enemy. As he did so sounds of surprise rang out from some of the warriors as the treasured gems they had been carrying faded to nothing.
It soon became clear that the one remaining of Grindalm's two scarabs was the real artifact and the conflict moved to surround the flaming warrior. Blades clashed around him as Olmec moved up to cut the enemy down as they tried to cut down the scarab bearer.
Grindalm was not wanting in his ability to defend himself however and two enemy warriors found themselves battered to the ground by his flaming fists.
As Olmec watched the scarab moved out of Grindalm's closed fist and the beetle-looking gem moved up his arm and perched on top of his head. The immolated man jerked back as if in pain, his eyes closed and a massive burst of flame erupted from his body. The heat thrust the combatants away from each other. With the scarab now glowing on top of Grindalm's head as he floated a few feet above the floor the Unmade realized that they had lost their opportunity and scattered, gathering their wounded as best as they could as they went.
Olmec thrust his sword through Grindalm's back, the blade came out of the front and the light from the scarab dimmed as the blood came rushing from the Scion warrior. He fell heavily back to earth and dropped immediately to his knees as his life drained from his body. Olmec pulled the sword out and grabbed the scarab as, dark now, it fell from the head of his minion.
Olmec quickly thrust the jewel into a pouch on his belt. Nephrena came over and quickly wrapped a gold chord around the pouch and then the warband was quickly moving away from the accursed chamber.
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