The table at the end of P.W.'s 4th turn....See Private Weird take his 4th turn here!
"We'll find out!" snarled Thorrir, stomping furiously forward. Lord Asgard's challenge bothered him more than he liked to admit. But he wasn't about to risk the lives of his lads and the safety of his King's realm for mere pride. Asgard had brought more warriors...well, Thorrir had brought better gear...his Dragon shield and fine mithril armor were heirlooms of his proud house. His great hammer he had made himself with long tedious labor and at great expense. Old Hamm himself had laid the final enchantments on it...his wife had sealed the magic into the weapon with a kiss...
But Asgard's taunt humiliated, goaded him, infuriated him, soured his battle joy....curdled it into black hatred. "Put your pants on, Unifier!" Thorrir roared. "I'm coming to kill you!"
Ol' Hamm and the Skull Poppers advance 2 inches forward, then wheel backward one inch, pivoting on the front left model. The Red Dragons advance straight forward 3 inches, narrowly skirting the woods on their left. The King's Axes charge. It's close, but they connect with Lord Asgard's company with 1/8 of an inch or so to spare....on my table, at least...what do you see for it, P.W....is it the same distance on your table, or do my guys come up short in B.C.?
Crossbow bolts began to fall all around them. From his position sheltered behind Jenni Troll Spitter, Snorri Hawkeye could see the enemy skirmishers shooting at them from the trees. He realized suddenly, in a calm, quiet sort of way, that he and his boys would die here today. Their weapon was not designed to be effective against troops in dispersed formation, but against densely packed troops and big monsters. Yes, he thought. Those crossbow rats will kill us, but we'll do our best to help out the other boys before we die...Bolts stuck in the wood of the venerable old bolt thrower. One rang off Snorri's armor, sending him staggering just as he yelled "Loose, boys! Loose!" The bolt flew low and true, slicing through the ranks of the dwindling enemy company to their front, sending blood and severed chain-mail links flying...
Ok. I'm having that feeling again. That blend of glee, guilt and oppression that comes with having just rolled remarkably well...but with no-one here but me to confirm how the dice came up. Anyway, here's what happened.
Close Combat:
The King's Axes broke into a loping run, quickening swiftly into a charge. They did not cheer or sing or shout as they closed with the enemy. All their efforts were focused on picking out their opposite numbers in the enemy ranks...sizing him up in those final few seconds before the ranks crashed together...what were his strengths? What were his weaknesses? What were his weapons and gear? How to take advantage and win? These thoughts and these alone occupied the minds of the Thunder Mountain Dwarves as they closed in on their enemies...When at last they unleashed their blows against the foe, then they would shout. When the battle was over, whether won or lost...when it was time to bundle up their dead and bear them home to their pale and weeping wives, then they would sing...
Ok, P.W. Did you have thoughts on how you wanted to run the hand to hand combat? I think our generals are supposed to work out their attacks simultaneously, since they have the same initiative, then my lvl 15 hero should go, then your troopers, and my troopers last, because they have the initiative penalty for 2-handed weapons...also I can't remember...did you have another hero in that unit?
With a shout and a crash Lord Thorrir and Lord Asgard's companies at last came together. Lord Thorrir, boiling at the image of Lord Asgard taunting him in the buff, finally lost his Thunder Mountain composure and huurled his great thunder hammer directly at Asgard's head. Some cool inner voice warned him that this was probably a dumb mistake, as he would be unlikely to recover his hammer for the remainder of the duel, but Thorrir had gone quite round the bend by now, and could not restrain his arm. The hammer crashed directly into Asgard's skull, and there was a flash like lightning as the fearsome weapon did it's work...Meanwhile, Floi Haybeard was busy, too,cutting down an Asgardian Imperialist with his terrible great sword, Icicle.
In the ferocious meelee, Lord Thorrir scores a wound on Asgard, which is doubled by the magic of his hammer...Floi also gets a wound on a Dwarf, which needs to be saved at -1, I think.
Lord Asgard's unit is Pushed back 2" and Lord Thorrir's unit follows up. One of Thorrir's troopers laps around Asgard's right flank.
Reserves:
Borrin's Red Dragons move straight forward 2", at which point they are brought to a halt by having come within 4" of Lord Asgard's Dwarves. No more reserve moves for them.
Magic:
Old Hamm Hanson could see that he was in a tight spot. The SkullPoppers were tough fighters, but they now had three Asgardian companies closing in on them to their front and right. "Hold, fast boys!" Shouted Hamm, beginning to gather the power of his magic within and around him...a sharp breeze suddenly cut across the plain of crows, stirring the beards of dwarves on both sides. Suddenly, Old Hamm seemed to swell, to grow in stature and in breadth...His eyes flashed a bright electric blue as he inhaled deeply...and seemed to keep on inhaling, sucking what seemed like half the sky into his lungs...finally, his body huge and round as a boulder, his cheeks puffed out like cannon balls, Old Hamm let go his breath in a tremendous gust of wind that scattered crows, stripped leaves from the trees,and knocked Dwarves off their feet...Old Hamm casts GUST OF WIND at the 10-strong regiment of Asgardian Dwarves...
Tune in next week for another thrilling episode...
Turn 5:
Thrill to Private Weird's 5th Turn here!
Their minds full of Red Murder after the loss of their three brothers to the Imperialist archers, The Red Dragons, hungry for vengeance, finally advanced to within charge range of their hated enemies.
The Red Dragons move 3" straight toward the crossbow/bow Dwarfs. There is no other movement.
His subordinates bleeding and maybe dying all around him, Snorri Hawkeye struggled to load and fire Jenni Trollspitter for one last shot...In one last act of bitter defiance, he raised his fist in the air and thrust his thumb toward the uncaring sky. The Imperialist Dwarves who saw Snorri in these, his last moments were never sure what he meant. In some Dwarven communities the 'thumbs up' sign is taken to mean, "All ok!" or "good job!" Of course, there are other Dwarven communities in which the gesture is meant to graphically and offensively depict a certain obscene act...
Snorri tries to load Jenni Trollspitter for another shot, but as he's by himself, he'll have to wait until next turn to actually shoot. (If he lives that long, which seems unlikely at this point.)
CLOSE COMBAT:
Lord Thorirr Maul punches at "Stupid Lord Asgard-the-Cheater-Who-Says He-Won't-Fight-With-His-Axe-Then-Picks-It-Up-Again". (As Asgard will always be known in the Maull Clan)
Lord Thorrir rolls 2 3's, 1 5 and 1 6. He gets 1 hit, but fails to wound Lord Asgard when he subsequently rolls a 3 to wound. Boo.
Humiliated by his excruciatingly poor performance on the previous turn, Captain Floi Haybeard singles out Asgard's standard bearer for special treatment. Hoping to do something cool which will make everybody forget how lame his last turn was, he rolls poorly again(!) but still manages to get 1 wound on the standard bearer with his 2-handed sword.......your turn, P.W....
...In the storm and fury of the close-quarters struggle, Lord Thorrir and King Asgard traded blow for blow, mailed fist against axe. Most of King Asgard's blows rang and rattled off Lord Thorrir's magnificent mirthril armor, but one particularly cruel and well-aimed stroke fell hard off Thorrir's helm, driving fragments of steel into the scalp above Thorrir's eye, nearly stunning him for just a moment. Thorrir tried to get Asgard within range of his mighty fist but the wily Dwarf King circled continually back out of his reach. Beside Thorrir, Captain Floi Haybeard lunged forward at the Asgardian Dwarves, swinging wildly with his great sword and...tripped over a root and face-planted in the dirt at the foot of Asgard's standard. (Floi rolled to 3 dice to attack and rolled an impressive 3 1's.) Yelling and cheering and cackling with glee, the Asgardian Dwarves closed in around Floi, determined to pin him to the ground with their swords...but Floi's standard bearer seized his captain by the collar of his armor with his free hand and hauled him to his feet, undoubtedly saving the Captain's life. Here and there, a Dwarf staggered, wounded out of the fight, or went down under the press of the shield-wall or the blow of an axe, but in truth, the two sides were well matched, and few Dwarves became casualties. Still, the weight of Thorrir's attack drove Asgard back, moment by moment.
Magic Phase:
Old Hamm keeps on emptying his lungs at the Asgardian Dwarves closing in around him on three sides...hoping to hold them off just a little longer...He has now spent 5 of his 10 magic points.
Reserve Phase: There is no reserve movement.
By my count, Lord Asgard's unit should have 13 figures alive and fighting, and Lord Thorrir's should have 16. Lord Asgard's rear rank should by now be about 12" from his table edge. Let me know if that squares with what you have...
...And I pass the dice to you...
See Private Weird's final turn here!
Turn 6:
The blood was now running steadily into Lord Thorrir's eyes, and he was starting to curse himself over throwing his hammer at Crazy King Asgard...he readied himself to throw another punch through the haze of his own blood...and then...and then? And then...Lord Asgard cupped a hand to one ear, as if listening intently..."Wait! he shouted...I hear something! Someone needs me! The Dwarves of clan Prince August need our help! Wherever Dwarves need help, there we must go!!! Come on, lads! Let's hoof it! " And the whole regiment about-faced and began to flee off the Plain of Crows...
Lord Thorrir and his Dwarves stood staring in amazement and confusion. Some of the King's Axes lunged forward, eager to cut at the backs of the retreating Imperialists.
"No! Let Asgard run home like a whipped puppy, if he wants!" said Lord Thorrir loudly enough, he hoped, for Lord Asgard to hear...
On the extreme flanks of the army, the order was not heard. Furious at seeing his quarry escape, Borrin Basherson dashed toward the withdrawing Imperialist crossbow Dwarves, drew a pistol from under his beard, and fired at their retreating backs...but they were already too far out of range. (he rolled a 2). Borrin threw his pistol in the dirt and spat.
On the opposite flank, Old Snorri Hawkeye, his crew lying bleeding all around him, was in no mood to just let the Imperialists off the hook so easily. He wheeled Jenni troll Slayer about to face the accursed skirmishers who had dropped his friends and loosed... The skirmishers were hard to hit in their loose formation, and Jenni Troll Slayer's bolt stuck uselessly in the ground amoung the fleeing Dwarves. (Snorri rolled a 3).
To Snorri's left, Old Hamm, seeing stars from having been hurling his halitosis at the Asgardians for so long, watched in amazement as the 3 regiments which had been closing in on him turned and legged it for parts unknown. The Skull Poppers gazed at each other in astonishment...
"They're giving up!" soomebody said.
"Ol' Hamm scared 'em off!" somebody else shouted...then there was a wild cheer and the Skull Poppers were hoisting Old Hamm on their shoulders and carrying him about in triumph.
Lord Thorrir leant on his Thuner Hammer and gazed about the field. There were wounds to bind, he thought, and dead to be wrapped up and carried home. But the madmen had been driven off, and they could return now, those who had lived, to the Thunder Mount in triumph. A little thunder muttered above the sunset and a drizzle of rain began to darken the dust.
Soon they would be marching home...
