Hi there. Long time since my last post. Another danish poster, Affun, and I have started a campaign of Song of Blades and Heroes. Affun plays as Torkin's kin band, a dwarf warband led by Torkin the Holdless. I play as Lucius' Flawless host, a chaos warband of Slaanesh led by Lucius the Flawless. During our first encounter the model intended for representing Torkin was not yet finished, so the Kin Band was led by a cousin of his. But the cousin turned out to be a rather incompetent leader as Affun had some atrociuos dice rolls and lost a couple of dwarfs and a lot of gold between scenarios while my warband grew in size and skill.
Yesterday we had another go at it, and started out playing a catch up scenario so the dwarfs could get back in the game:
Torkin was furious, his carefully selected group of dwarf warriors had dwindled significantly in size. The miner on whom he had relied upon to gather him riches had fallen in to a hole and died, and one of his riflemen had tripped on a mountain trail and fallen in to a ravine. Torkin's cousin had not dared to look him in the eye when delivering the message.. But now was not the time to think about that hopeless oaf.
The holdless dwarf lord squinted his eyes trying to make out where among the trees the troll den was located.. there would for certain be riches to be had.. "this way" he commanded his three remaining kin.. The scenario was this: get away with the treasure or slay the trolls
Torkin and his kind band advances on the den.
The youngest troll starts moving
"I smell dinner!"
And the older troll lazily follows
"Dinner!"The youngest troll trows himself at the dwarfs, knocking a couple of them to the ground.
The old troll joins the fray..
..and gets a case of "hammer to the face" - Torkin shows his followers how it's done.
The other dwarfs get cute and try to take down the young troll, the miner and the rifleman are wiped out.
Seeing his older kin die, the young troll roars in anger and throws a rock at Torkin sending him out of action.
Bombil, the only remaining dwarf runs to hide in the nearby woods, and the troll crashes after him knocking down trees in his rage.
The dwarf cannot hide and. He braces himself preparing for one last stand
"at leats I will die honourbly"
The troll hurls himself at Bombil. The veteran warrior swings his axe.. and kills the beast outright.
He shall now be called Bombil the troll slayer
victory dwarfs! Gold! Lots of gold! And ale!
The slayer was injured for this battle but rejoins his kin for there next explorations. Tomorrow I will post a battle report where Affun's dwarf now strengthened in numbers and skill and with pockets full of gold squared off against my Slaanesh warriors
10 December 2009, 06:52:43 PM
