Chapter 4: Beach head

Finaly, I have been sent to this mysterious island that has emerged itself from the depths of the sea.
Not much is known about this island other than that the Elves know about it's existence but almost forgotten. We actually inhabited the island but lost communication, perhaps lost to Chaos during the great wars and now...it's back with all it's lost treasures and Elven relics but most of all...it's ancient lore!
Now I know that this island didn't go unnoticed by the other races and that's why I have to move fast.
I gathered a small but fast reconnaissance force, they were all specialized. The Ellyrian Reavers were fast, the Shadow Warriors in scouting and the Lothern Sea Guard were used to being in strange places. The young dragon, Sealandir, has shown great anticipation of what is to come. He could see a kind of children's exitement in her eyes. Although she has been trained to fight, I do mean fight and not reared, she hasn't seen any real battle yet.
"Sir!" the Sea Guard Captain called for him "At long last the storm has settled and the spotter sees a island ahead of us. What are your orders, Sir?" Mimas didn't need to think for long "Anchor near the beach head and spare me ten of your guards for the landfall"

"Alright Shadow Warriors, scout ahead in the left forest. The Ellyrian Reavers will move with Sealandir to the right, I think she wants to warm up her wings for a bit just like the horses will be glad to touch the ground after the long trip. I want the Lothern Sea Guard near me at all times and remember to be on your toes, there is a strange wind blowing through the air with hints of magic"

We were making a simple camp while the rest were scouting ahead. Prince Perrion would want a proper base to house is forces because this island will soon be a place of bloodshed. But for the time being, I will enjoy this new land and set eyes on things never seen before.

"Mage Flamewalker, the Ellyrian Reavers have returned scouting the beach!" said the Sea Guard captain. The Reavers are back to soon... "To war, brethren! They are on being persuited!" yelled Mimas.
"Pursuited? Who could be that fast to persuit the Reavers?" he got his answer. A unit of knights with turbans halted while five riders with which seems to be carrying pistols were flanking the knights.
The Ellyrian horse riders approached, while Sealandir landed behind them. "They were firing at us with no reason, general mage, but they were missing every shot!" gasped one of the Reavers, still gasping for air. "They were doing that on purpose, they were trying to find us" replied Mimas.

"You pointy eared Elves got some magic items?" yelled one of the knights from a far. Mimas looked at the Sea Guard champion and nodded. "We got none!" replied the champion.
"You Elves must surely be lying then. You Elves always got something carrying with you and we are going to take it!"
We saw them move towards us with great speed so I ordered the Reavers to go with Sealandir to guard our right flank. "Kill those pistoleers! They will pierce our armour easily! Let's hope the Shadow Warriors are near us". They were. We saw the a group of five pistoleers on our left side engaging 'something' in the woods and then we saw arrows being fired from them, killing three pistoleers, which made them flee from the battle.
On our right side the other five pistoleers tried to shoot Sealandir but she only got grazed by her wings. Angered with this, she charged the pistoleers and killing two. The Ellyrian Reavers tried to intervene but Sealandir was charged by the knights, cutting her down. But before the deathstroke has been given, they regrouped to face the Lothern Sea Guard. I casted a Soul Quench spell and two knights died which in turn only angered them even more. They charged and although we fought bravely, we lost. I was struck down while seeing one pistoleer shooting the last of the Shadow Warriors down and then took a look at the weapon of the knight before it came down but I pass out right before it. Or did it?




















I woke up to the looks of a weary looking Elf. It was one of the Reavers. "Thank Asuryan, you are still alive!" he sighed with a relief. Mimas got up to his knees and looked around. He and another Reaver were the only survivors of this onslaught. "The turban knight fled the scene when we killed his last knight in his unit. What orders, general Mimas?" General...this is a grim day. On my first landfall the sand was painted red with blood...Elven blood. "Gather up the dead and let's give them a proper burial. I signal the ship for reinforcements while I heal Sealandir" She was hidden between the corpses of the dead horses she has slain and moaned. "My pride has a dent aswell, Sealandir. The next time we go to battle, we will tremble but learn of our naive mistake"

First battle of the Fantasy Campaign with 500 pts High Elves vs. Vincent v/d Berg 500 pts Empire.
Result: Draw but claimed the beach head.
General: Defeated with a -1 leadership on it's next battle.