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Schnikkit, Krabclaw, Krackhed, and Krook; high elves and lizzies 3-way (victory)
Topic Started: 28th July 2004 - 03:51 AM (213 Views)
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Grey Seer Schnikkit cursed. He had lead his army to this clearing outside Hergig to witness the fight between the lizard-things and the elf-things, but he had ended up in the middle of it! Though the lizard-things and elf-things still advanced towards each other, several units from each army were advancing towards his ranks. He ordered the advance, his clanrat bodyguard, rat ogres, and swarms moving in on the lizards while the plague monks, more clanrats, a pair or rat ogres moved in on the high elves. The lizard-things were clustered around a bloated creature, perched upon a palaquin and waving a small stick covered in charms. Schnikkit had seen these before, and their magical prowress was impressive. He scoffed a spare chunk of warpstone and dodged the slaan's mental defenses to send a horrible contagion into the hulking enemy warriors. Several dropped from the disease, and soon their comrades in a second unit were falling as well. His grin turned to a grimace as he saw some of his clanrats begin to fal to the contagion, but before he could hasitly end the spell nearly half his unit had fallen. Still, they advanced. His costly warpfire thrower opened fire upon the hulking brutes, felling three.
Turning, se saw that the elf-things had sent riders to intercept the giant crocodilian warriors dispatched by the lizardmen. As the riders reached the brutes, they were intercepted by a screen of smaller lizards. All the small ones were cut down, but the momentum was lost and the giant lizards smashed six elves from their saddles using great axes. The remaining horses were cut down as they turned to flee. Volley upon volley of arrows fell upon the plague monks, but they shrugged off all but two and continued their frenzied rush, closely backed by some clanrats. Two blocks of elves on foot moved to intercept the ratmen, but three-quarters of the ones wieldeing giant swords were incinerated by two prefectly-aimed gouts of warpflame. The plague monks, spurred on by their magic banner and Plague Priest leader (krabclaw), swept straight though the spear-wielding elves and made itmost of the way to the archer lines.
A noise startled Schnikkit, and he spun to see the two saurus units, some swarms of lizards, and a large four-legged creature (wounded heavily from its encounter with the plague rat swarms) crash into his unit. He wisely decided to leave. Preparing more magic, he cast spell after spell until he was sure the slaan had used up most of its energies. Then, scoffing a piece of warpstone, he skitterleapt his assassin Krook behing the bloated toad-thing. Turning its head slowly, its bulbous eyes regarded the cloaked skaven take a shiny brass sphere from a hidden pocket. It contemplated, as the orb soared through the air, what this orb would do. The brass ball bounced of the ancient toad's head, and a milisecond later, all that remained of the slaan was his charm-festooned stick.
Sprinting away from the massacre of the clanrats, Schnikkit noticed that the plague monks had reached the archer lines and had proceeded to butcher the elf-things. His remaining rat ogres and a team of stealthy tunnelers had waylaid the kroxigors on their way to the high elf lines, and the poisoned blades had felled two beasts, the moulder ogres accounting for a third. The last remaining kroxigor, brandishing a huge slab of stone, slammed a rat ogre in the head repeatedly before falling yet failed to kill the moulder beast.
As Warlock Engineer Krackhed attempted to zap a few more eleves, his head suddenly exploded and he was launched forwards. Luckily, his trajectory brought him into contact with a lurking archmage, who was busy reading an arcane text. One bloodly mess later, both the elf and Krackhed lay as a small pile of gore.
Surveying the battlefield, Schnikkit decided ethe day belonged to him. Most of the pointy-ears had fallen, including the expensive swordmasters and dragon princes. After casting a last contemptuous warp-lightning at the few remaining swordmasters and sending a vermintide towards the few remining saurus, Schnikkit decided to call it a day and retire for a beaker of Skavenade...
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arqueek
 
no need to worry for soul, instead starts worshipping STS and slaughtering unbelievers in his holy name.
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warlord_rattick
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Nice win! I'm not a fan of 3-ways though, everyone seems to team up on me :angry:
SoC- Win/Draw/Lose 7/1/1
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