A rainy Sunday during the Summer holidays...
Perfect for an impromptu game of SOBH on my eldest's play mat!
My
Celts barbarian raiders have been making incursions across the river that separates the Manlands from the Faewold, prompting the Elves, led by a local prince, to go forth and guard the crossing.
This was the first outing for my daughter's pre-painted Elves from EM-4, and very nice they are too! (She has yet to decide whether to base them properly, or leave them so that they can be stored in the box.)

As the barbarians begin to cross the river, the Elves move from the forest in piecemeal to meet them. Rather than make use of their long-range bows, they wade straight into the raiders.
The spear wielding bodyguard soon dispatches one of the berserkers with a gruesome kill. Luckily the nerve of all but one barbarian holds. The Elf magician then freezes the sole barbarian archer. However they fail to exploit these successes, opting to move behind the raiders to cut them off, leaving the bodyguard and magician exposed.

Outnumbered, the bodyguard manages to fend off the barbarians for a while, but is eventually knocked down by one of the warriors and finished off by the now recovered archer. Soon the magician also falls to a gruesome wound, causing one of the Elf archers to flee. The remaining archer and the prince are also soon dispatched, leaving the sole survivor to watch helplessly as the barbarians cross into the Faewold once more...

Who or what is that mysterious giant hand? Is it a vengeful Elfin god, a spirit of a long-dead behemoth, or my youngest deciding to reposition some of the fighters?
During the game I did question my daughter's wisdom of not using her archers or making a group stand at the crossing, to which she replied "oh, I'm just being weird..." That's my girl!
I've also painted this creepy spook from Mason's Blind Beggar range for future games...
