Chapter 10: The Infestation and Cleansing

In the following days I wrote a letter, informing the Counsil of High Elves of our finding but not about my new companion at his discretion. He called himself Ia'anandor or by his past brethren also called Brightsword.
We stayed for a week. The soldiers were making the camp more suitable and I buried myself in the scrolls and book of old. A lot of texts were abstract, to say the least, but with the guidance of Ia'anandor I could decipher much. I was lucky because this ruined building belonged to an Elven Archmage that had kept a diary of his findings, including a way to elevate himself to the titel of Archmage. Until one day I realised I was participating in some sort of game all the time where as the scrolls were challenging me in to understanding the winds of magic and how far I could go. Curious to how far this 'game' would go, I kept on 'playing'.
Suddenly I felt dizzy and fell down on the floor by the overwhelming knowledge coming together in my mind.
I understood the weaving of magic better, how it came to be and how dangerous the involvement of Chaos is in wielding magic.

The next day I received word from one of my messengers that an expedition of archeologists were underway to study the extraordinary site and with gold to aid me in my mission. I sent the messenger back with a new expansion order: the construction of a harbour in Oriour Dakthai. We need more funds for the cause, who better to help us than the traders themselves.
I ordered the troops to get ready to move north towards the sea. If in the near future an outpost will be constructed near the archeological site then I wanted to be sure the nearest beach head was safe.

We moved north, untill we arrived at the beach. In the distance we saw madness at work: two armies existing of a small tribe of Beastmen and a small part of a freakish Skaven clan were, what we think, confronting each other. Then they noticed us and apparantly wanted to dispose of us first, we were clearly outnumbered four to one...
"Damn it...I think we should retreat. We can never handle those numbers at the same time" I said to my new Lother Champion. Ia'anandor, whom can only be seen by me cause of it's magical aura, sofly said "First, in becoming a great general, you must assess the situation. See what your options are. Clearly you are up against two armies but they do not assist each other. While you are in a different position..." with that said he disappeared, he does that a lot. "Sir Flamewalker" said a Shadow Warrior "We spotted a Lothern ship, not part of the Dragon's Legion. We still got some time and swim towards it, then we will ambush the beasts from the sea". "A navy tactic from Shadow Warriors? That's rare since you rather want your feet on the ground. Yet again, Shadow Warriors striking from the sea could be very dangerous. I like the idea...Navy Warriors" the Champion replied with a grin on it's face. "Very well, make contact with the High Elves, ask them for their assistance then come back to the main land" Mimas said.

We waited while their armies slowly approaching us but they still had a distance between eachother. We saw the Skaven grounding some sort of trebuchet while in the sea the High Elf ship turning about, moving towards us in high speed. As soon as the trebuchet was in place, it began throwing some kind of balls filled with bile. It missed a lot and then stopped firing.
The High Elf ship almost crash landed on the beach but elegantly turned to the side, revealing 2 small boats containing a small force of High Elves. When they rowed on shore, they quickly moved to our position.
Ten Lothern Sea Guard with a mage leading them and 5 Sisters of Avalorn.
With a casual wave this High Elf mage he greets me "Hail, I am Ga'Ben, fellow Elf of the glorious master race. I heard you required our assistance in dealing with these beasts" I could hear his pride in his way of talking. "We do and will be in your debt if we get out of here alive. This beach must be secured for the Dragon's Legion" I dont recognize their army colours but most of them do know the Dragon's Legion it's status and they will never pass the chance to gain higher status themselves in helping us. Such is the politics of High Elves, very tiredsome indeed...
"We will gladly help the Dragon's Legion! You must be sir Mimas Flamewalker, send here with the mission to find lost magical artifacts and heirlooms? Good, but my mission differ from yours. I am sent to claim this island for the Phoenix King and the glorious High Elf master race!" he almost sang the words as if said many times before. Someone who wants to rise up the ranks more through action than words, a quality rarely seen amongst Elves. A dangerous path but if proven succesfull then highly rewarded. I smiled back "Not an easy task, considering a lot of races with greed or foul heritage are already here on the island making their move. If we set a foothold on different parts of this island then it will be considerably easier to succeed. But first....let us get rid of those beasts first!"

The Beastmen and Skaven were moving in on us. We took our positions with me guarding the left flank and the sea, while Ga'Ben took his forces to cover the right flank. The Beastmen were on their way to meet my force and the Skaven wanted to take the fight with Ga'Ben his Elves. Suddenly we saw an armoured group of Beastmen turning around. Two groups of Shadow Warriors were attacking from the sea, firing arrows and circling around them. While my group of Warriors were keeping the Beastmen distracted, Ga'Ben his Warriors made a run for the war machine.
Meanwhile we were trying to lower the numbers of Beastmen and Skaven still approaching us. The Beastmen were quickly on the run with my forces in hot pursuit. Ga'Ben and his Elves were having difficulties...They were cornered till Ga'Ben made a bold move: charging the Clan Rats in order to break them and run through to meet my forces in the middle. It worked. No longer could the Plague Monks charge him.
In the distance we could see Sealandir and Ga'Ben his Shadow Warriors taking care of the war machine, that was no match for the skill and ferocity.

The Beastmen were on the run, the war machine destroyed and the Skaven Slaves and Clan Rats were dead but the real threat remained. A Skaven spellcaster and his plague monks. With our forces combined in the middle, trying to kill as many plague monks as possible, we heard a cackling voice from the Skaven leader "Ha hahaha! All the Elves now hugging each other? Good! You can hug each other in your newly formed graves made by me!"

A black dark cloud gathered around him, forming into shapes fo rats. When enough was gathered, he fired it at us. A swarm of dark rats engulfed in black smoke came racing towards us.
The Ellyrian Reavers and Sealandir were the first to be overran by the spell. We heard the screams of our brethren while they all felt down to the earth. Sealandir roared as she took wing and flew away with rats clinged on her, biting and gnawing at her. Then mine and Ga'ben our Sea Guard got hit...
I haven't seen more rats at on place that today. All of them were crawling over us and biting wherever they could. "Stay on your foot unless you want to be overrun!" I ordered the troops while kicking and bashing away rats.
One of the Guards I could see in the mayhem felt down and inmidiatley was jumped by dozens of rats.

It only lasted a minute or two but the damage was significant. I got off my knee with claw and bite marks all over me and looked around. Six Lothern Sea Guard remained in my unit and four in Ga'Ben his unit, he wasn't looking to well either. "You think you have won, Skaven, you think your magic is destructive! I will show you what real destruction feels like!" Ga'ben shouten and I felt a lot rage flowing through me...the rage of Khaine. I remembered my own rage and the effect it had while I was mearely dreaming. The effect of his rage while awake will be dire. I tried to warn him of the danger but was to late.
He was already casting a Soul Quench, radiating High Magic. When he fired the spell, it left with an explosion, knocking him back and destroying the remnats of his unit. The spell itself hitted the Plague Monks but the effect was less diserable, only a few Monks died.

I quickly took over and killed the remaining Skaven until the leader was dead by an hail of arrows.
We gathered around Ga'Ben and he looked pale but not dead. A faint pulse could be felt and was taken away by the Shadow Warriors. I left a note on him saying that if I find him on the island, that I regret what has happened and that I owe him my assisstance.
The beach was secured at a bloody cost.

Seventh battle of the Fantasy Campaign with 500 pts High Elves with Jasper van Dijk 500 pts vs. Tom van de Plas 500 pts Beastment and Andre Streefland 500 pts Skaven.
Result: Win, Lothern Sea Guard regiment of Renown gained +1 xp and has a total of 4 xp.
Lvl 1 General: Survived, gained +2 xp with a total of 12 xp. Titel the 'Archmage' and +1 weapon skill.

Chapter 9: Illumination

Finaly...we entered the part of the forest and a bit of marshland where the source of the dark magic resided...How did I know this?
Apart from the thick mist hanging low and the dead trees that seemed to be looking down on us with an eerie glare, I felt a dark power throbbing before me. I was heavily drawn towards it.
I finaly understood what the Ogres meant what they were saying with 'dead meat'. The dark negative aura, dead trees and the last clue: dead meat. "Steel yourselves, brethren! There be undead lurking around!"
Inmediately I saw my fellow Elves readying themselves, focusing on what could jump out of the mist any moment.

And then we heared it...a soft heavy breathing coming from our two o'clock and the rattling of armour on our ten. Quickly I ordered the Ellyrian Reavers to cover the right flank with the Shadow Warriors and thin out the expected skeletons. I kept Sealandir close to counter attack an expected ambush. Then we saw them creeping close on our left flank: ghouls. We fired a salvo of arrows but they didn't buckle, they were undead and knew no fear.
The skeletons came into our sight and I began casting a Burning Gaze in an attempt to thin them out. it proved to be succesfull. Mist dispersed infront of us for a bit and we heard a cackle of a maniac on top of somekind of an old ruined building. "HA HA HAHAHA hee hee! Look at what seemed to be!" a Necromancer, and powerfull one at that. He flicked his hands and we heard some gutteral speach coming from him. It formed a sickening green wind that blew towards the remaining skeletons and out of a sudden more skeletons apeared from whirling bones connecting eachother. "Hehehe ho ho! Onwards my skeletons still go!" Damn it...that Necromancer hardly broke a sweat. I have to take him out.

"Keep firing, my brethren! I will take care of this evil..." A plan began to farm in my head, I smiled and prayed "I hope my magic won't fail me now" then I began chanting the sacred words and it worked.
A magical net of light formed above the skeletons and droped down on them, rooting them in place. The Net of Amyntok always was effective againts the sluggish troops of undead. Then I began chanting the next spell with a threatening stare at the Necromancer, who seemed to be having a disturbing look on his face.
"No no no! I will not let this mansion go!" I gave in to his humorous rhyming way of talking "Yes yes yes. Whatever you want, I couldn't care less!" and with the last words spoken I gazed at him and shot a burning light from out of my eyes and vanquished the Necromancer.

When he died, the undead army began to crumble. "Let us enter that ruined building" I said.
"But General, the ghouls and skeletons are still out there? It's not safe yet!" the new Lothern Champion replied. "Then might I suggest you take care of them while I investigate this power that I am drawn too"
I ran out of the Lothern Sea Guard unit and entered the so called mansion while the Champion yelled after me.
The next few moments were a bit of a haze. I entered the building and it felt...familiar somehow. I saw a working table with some magic scrolls, I picked a few up and tried to identify them but was distracted by a faint blue glowing light shining in the corner of my eye. I turned to look and saw it quickly disapear up the stairs. I heard the firing of arrows stopped and the marching orders of my troops to station outside the building "A new but smart champion" I smiled and ran up the stairs. On top of the stairs I saw a single door, warded with death magic but luckily I am a mage of Vaul, there is no magic that can not be broken.
I cast a minor Vaul's Unmaking spell and the runes disappeared. Through the door I entered a seemingly common room but a lingering warpstone magic, worse than I have seen outside, it looked like something was keeping the magic inside the room and harnessed it in keeping something else inside and then I saw it...
A cage shining with warpstone green metal bars keeping a large bright blue essence from breaking out. The essence felt...friendly. I saw a small flickering blue essence that already got my eye, circling around the cage as if waiting for me to set it free and I did. Again the words of Vaul were spoken but the bars didn't buckle so I focused more on the magic until the bars finaly shattered and freed the blue essence. Quickly it flew thrrough a second door, slightly disapointed of the mystery it left behind I heard the unholy shriek of a woman outside.



"You dispicable Elves! You ruined everything! Our base, our research everything! I will enjoy draining every ounch of your blood...oh yes, I will..." I entered the plateau where a large blood stain from the necromancer was on the floor and looked over to witness another army of ghouls and skeletons were aproaching the building from the sides. It's leader was...a she-vampire, looking dangerous as seductress from what I have read in journals. "Don't let them get the building!" I shouted at the Champion "But sir, why can't you take everything of use and leave through weak ghoul flank?" he replied. "I wasn't asking you, brother, I was ordering you, Champion! No foul unholy monster will desecrate this site and threaten our operations again! This place is the whole reason we came to this island, this place is part of our objective! Keep firing and outmanouver them, I will stall them as long as I can!"
The Champion nodded in response, looked at the Warriors and Reavers and they took off to circle around the Skeletons. He then turned his unit to fire at the ghouls while I was preparing trap for the Vampiress, another Net of Amyntok.
The ghouls were destroyed quickly by the hail of arrows from the Lothern Sea Guard and the Net was succesfully cast and was holding the Skeletons with the Vampiress in place while the Reavers and Warriors were shooting arrows into them. A couple of skeletons fell but she returned them back to their unlife state and seemed to be cursing at the golden Net.
"We all have to charge at the same time and deal with this unit! She summons more undead than we can shoot down!" the Champion ordered the troops and they followed. From the front the skeletons were charged by the Lothern Sea Guard of the Dragon's Scales. From the back they were charged by the Ellyrian Reavers of the Dragon's Swiftness, Shadow Warriors of the Dragon's Eyes and Sealandir the wyrmling dragon herself. Together they destroyed the skeletons, bit by bit. More were summoned by the vampiress and was becoming a danger in clawing her way through the entire Guard unit so the Champion sighed, looked at her and yelled "Come at me, vampire bitch! You will taste my blade first before you could ever taste my blood!" an idle challenge he thought, thinking she'd better take out the entire unit than a single guard captain. "So, you want to test your blade against me, Elf, than the stories must be true that your people will fall to pride sooner than Deamons! I will relish in your blood!"
They raced towards eachother while all the Elves including Sealandir knew exactly what the Champion was doing: sacrificing himself into buying them time to dispose of the skeletons. They stabbed, slashed and clawed through the skeletons as quickly as they could. Some with tears in their eyes, they all saw their Champion quickly perished by the terrible onslaught of the vampiress.
Then she abruptly stood up and turned around seeing the destruction of her unit, her shared lifeforce was ripped from her and they all turned to dust.

It grew silent over the woods, the fog faded away and Mimas noticed the dark throbbing power from inside the building disappearing. They buried there comrades and said their last regards, in particular the Champion.
When they were done, the marshland around them seemed to be have dried and the singing of birds could be heard again. They made a camp outside the ruined building while Mimas was inside investigating.
The building felt so familiar yet alien. He couldn't figure out what it was until he shoved a wall curtain to the side and saw a very old Elven rune carved in the stone. "By Asuryan, this rune predates the first Elven Phoenix King! Is the island that old? What has happened to the island that it disappeared for so long?" with the finding of the rune, putting a history date of before the island sank, more questions were raised then answered. Not that Mimas minded it, he grew more enthousiastic. This place was the whole reason of his expedition but he couldn't believe how important the mission was untill now! Then there was a familiar blue glow shining behind him. Mimas smiled and turned around. He was supriced at what he saw.





A blue glowing ghost of an old Elf, bearing the mark of a mighty warrior from times gone by, possibly a general.
"Thank you, brother, for finaly freeing me from the nightmare the Necromancer put me through. I don't know what happened but I will teach you what I know" he pointed at the scrolls and books "Let us start with those"







Sixth battle of the Fantasy Campaign with 500 pts High Elves vs. Kevin Perperkamp 2x 500 pts Vampire Counts: Random event.
Result: Win, Lothern Sea Guard regiment of Renown gained +1 xp and has a total of 3 xp.
Lvl 1 General: Survived, gained +2 xp with a total of 10 xp. Gained the 'Archmage' upgrade, exhanged the +1 leadership for +1 weapon skill.

Chapter 8: The bigger they are

A week has passed with us resting in the forest, waiting for the return Ellyrian Reavers with reinforcements.
The forest remained grim and dark but on one day the sun was shining, dissapating the fog as though the good sun didn't allow the evil to persist...for now. We heard the sounds of marching and galloping horses to our location and saw a fresh unit of Lothern Sea Guard returned with new Ellyrian Reavers.
The Champion took a few steps out of his unit and saluted me "Lothern Sea Guard of the Dragon's Scales, detachment unit SD3 reporting for duty, general mage Flamewalker" very formal, probably new to his duties as a unit's champion. "Lothern Sea Guard and Ellyrian reaver units resupplied and I give news about Oriour Dakthai. Outpost has been constructed and troops have been ordered to gather resources from the surrounding area claimed by you in name of the Dragon's Roar". Finaly some positive news. The lands they had claimed were rich with wood and food and would serve in expanding Oriour Dakthai with reinforcing key positions they would come across.

"Your orders are to move more east, in search off the source of dark magic maintaining the fog and evil through out this area. Be on your guard, brethren, there has been lots of bloodshed and probably more monsters lurking in the dark" I said with a straight face towards the troops. The Shadow Warriors nodded in approval, havent forgotten what we have shared. "I read the report, sir, forgive me but there seems to be no fog here?" the champion replied. I smiled "No, not now. It seems the sun is at our side this day".

We crossed some open fields with a hill on the right flank. Out of nowhere Ogres appeared in the distance with a large group of Gnoblars. An Ogre walked up to that group, picked one up, to slow to react while the rest scattered away from the Ogre, and got eaten alive. What a horrific scene...
Then he turned to look at us, we were standing still awaiting their reaction. "Bah, Elven meat..." he responded, with a look of aggrevation then disgust "They run so fast before they get eaten...They give a good sport though!" he laughed and with it a sabretusk arrived on top of the hill and at the bottom three Maneaters.
"We have no desire in fighting you. Leave us alone, we have a mission in the lands behind you!" I shouted back. "Bwahahaha! There is nothing there but dead meat and wet lands" Dead meat?
"You will run, little Elf, then you die and we will eat you. You are better flesh that these!" and with that said, he stomped near the Gnoblars. Some flew a couple of meters away from the shockwave. "Attack, my brethren! Take the right flank, Reavers! Sealandir, go with them! Kill those Maneaters and sabretusk!"

The Ogres and Gnoblars marched forwards. Arrows were shot at the Ogres from the left forest, the Shadow Warriors were there attacking the flank. None of the Ogres got killed but some got arrows stuck in them and succesfully distracting them, Ogres weren't well known for tactical warfare.

The Reavers and Sealandir moved to the right flank to tackle the Maneaters. I decided to give them a hand and began casting Soul Quench. A power resided from within as if eager enough to blow up the Maneaters...to eager! A sudden surge of magic erupted and fired the spell towards the Maneaters, blowing them all up! I got knocked off my feet but the power did more devastation to my Guards, killing a few of them...magic is fickle...and the rest of the Lothern Sea Guards knew this.
The Gnoblars were all squabling about but steadily marched forward to meet us head on in combat.




Sealandir and the sabretusk were circling around eachother, playing some sort of waiting game until the sabretusk lost it's patience and charged forwards but Sealandir quickly took to the sky and flew over it. Then she turned around and charged the sabretusk, burying her claws deep into the skin of the creature. With a yelp it dies and Sealandir roared, then sank her teeth in the meat. Her first real kill that was evenly matched to her.



The Ellyrian Reavers were circling around the Gnoblars, firing arrows into them and the Sea Guard fired theirs until the Gnoblars ran away in fear. Their was only one group of Ogres left and they were growing bored by the distraction the Shadow Warriors made.
I began channeling a second Soul Quench but this time dismissed the sudden urge to overcharge my spell. It was enough to slay two of them and their general was left alone on the battlefield.
"You Elves really think I will give up? Bwahahaha!" He roared, still not impressed at his whole army being decimated. "No, Ogre, I expect you to die..." I replied calmly "Fire at will, Brethren!" and thus we fired everything we got. A lot of arrows got stuck in him and after a while it finaly died, still with a grin across it's face..."


Fifth battle of the Fantasy Campaign with 500 pts High Elves vs. Erwin Hemmes 500 pts Ogres.
Result: Win, Lothern Sea Guard regiment of Renown gained +1 xp and has a total of 2 xp.
Lvl 1 General with +1 leadership: Survived, gained +2 xp with a total of 8 xp.

Chapter 7: Taming the Beast

The next day we moved quietly through the forest. A fog was surrounding us and we were all on high alert.
We heard some breaking of twigs in the distance and decided to remain on our position. Then it grew really silent, like the calm before the storm. First a whisper "Master mage, we encountered more Beastmen but with different tribal markings, led by a seer" and then a sudden wind swept the fog away from the area, leaving us exposed. "Damn it, some dark magic is at work indeed, master" cursed the Champion and then came the third sign of disaster "WRRRROOOOOAAAAAAARRRRR!!!! Elves creeping on us! Looks like dinner has arrived although it hardly got some meat on them bones!"

What followed was chaos... The Beastmen Seer casts a spell and we saw his entire Beastmen unit roar and shout and...grow a bit! We fire all our arrows on them but it seemed like they bounced off their skin as if made from rock! Fearing we wouldn't survive a charge, I rerouted the units around them, trying to outmaneuver but doing that was no easy task.

I heard a short yelp from the left flank and turned my head for moment to see what happened: Sealandir was shot down by some smaller Beastmen and were now throwing a net over her. I wanted to help her but was struggling to even help myself and my unit of Guards.
The Reavers and Warriors finaly dispatched a small group of heavily armoured Beastmen but my unit was charged by the core unit with the seer. Lots of Elves died and naturally we ran from the onslaught.



A tactical retreat to get out of harms way because I rallied them yet again to make their last stand, a sacrifce for me to charge up a powerful Soul Quench. I saw with grief how my brethren died, giving their lives for me, and my hatred grew for these savages! While the Ellyrian Reavers hunted down those responsible for wounding Sealandir, the Shadow Warriors came between me and the Beastmen, giving me another moment.
Not needed, Khaine will have this moment. I will show them a raged Elf can be just as dangerous! I fired my Soul Quench, killing many Beastmen which caused the entire unit to flee from the battlefield.

Order was settled and I sented the Reavers back to Oriour Dakthai to get more reinforcements. "This curse of the Dark Forest must be put down if we are to hold the outpost! Me and the remaining Elves will stay here with Sealandir to secure this area"
The last thing happened, like we could hear a heavy sigh and with it the dense fog returned to envelop us...


Fourth battle of the Fantasy Campaign with 500 pts High Elves vs. Tom v/d Plas 500 pts Beastmen.
Result: Win, Lothern Sea Guard regiment of Renown remains 1 xp.
General: Survived, gained +2 xp with a total of 6 xp. Gained lvl 1 and have +1 leadership.

Chapter 6: The Bearded Nightmare

We ventured deeper into this dark forest until we saw some ancient ruins of unknown origins. There was a fire burning behind it and with lots of noices. "Damn it, Dwarfs...and by the smell of it, they have gunpowder" whispered the Lothern Champion. "Let's avoid them, for now. There is not many  dangers in this world than a drunk Dwarf and I have no desire to get into a quarrel with them" I replied.

 

Then suddenly repeated firing was heard and then a loud voice "Which pointy eared Elf dares to disturbs our feast! This place is ours and no Elf is going to tell me otherwise!"

After a couple of minutes our Shadow Warriors returned. "That was very...unproffesional..." said one of the Warriors while another replied that a spider creeping on your neck makes screaming a logical response.
"We are merely passing through, Dwarf, and we do not mean to interrupt your feast..." I shouted back and the next thing we knew, guns were blazing from out of the ruins. "Damn it, damn them all to death!" I felt some dark power creeping all over me, the Wind of Death.

All of the fast scout forces were redirected towards the east side of ruined buildings while the main force of Lothern Sea Guard remained with me.

Guns were blazing and the fearsome power of the Organ Gun was heard across the battlefield, we couldn't take an inch of their territory so I ordered something daring...
The Ellyrian Reavers, Shadow Warriors and Sealandir were to move towards the Organ Gun while the Lothern Sea Guard gave cover fire.
It could have worked, but it seems that misfortune gripped our forces. It became a massacre.

Suddenly the Sea Guard failed with firing their arrows, same with Reavers and Warriors, and Dwarfs somehow knew exactly where our troops were deployed and responded accordingly. Every Elf I sent towards the Organ Gun was slaughtered horribly. My heart felt an intense grief which quickly was gripped by hatred. My troops wanted to run but I told them to be steadfast, I will have my vengeance!

The dwarfs came charging in, killing a lot of Elves and we ran but I knew that was my diversion. "Why did I recklessly offered my troops for this personal dispute?" I thought but the next thing I know it, I suddenly turned around with some remaining Elves and began chanting a Death spell, it sounded like a curse. The Dwarf coward faltered and I fired my spell at him. I could see him gasping for air while I cackled in laughter while I was choking him in mid-air untill he felt down. Then I realised what I have done...

"Mimas, Mimas! Wake up!" I opened my eyes and felt a headache while my eyes adjusted to the darkness.

I saw my brethren around me alive and well but shaking with fear. I could see? By Vaul, what has happened? No, I just see them as if their outlines are sprinkled with green magical dust! "What's wrong? Why are you all so afraid?" They were supriced at me directly looking at them. "We were all having nightmares but you seem to suffer the most off it" replied on them "but we dared not shake you from your sleep"
"Why not?" I answered, hearing my own trembling voice, still shaken up by the nightmare. I saw them looking at the ground surrounding me. All the gras and flowers withered and died in a five feet radius. The Wind of Death surely gripped me hard and tight if I did this in my sleep. "I think it's this place. Something must be radiating foul magics enchanting this area with darkness, even haunting us in our sleep. Let us try to catch our breath and we will look for the cause of all of this." I hesitated for a second or two and continued "As for my sudden outburst of death around me...let's just say I don't want to come across Dwarfs any time soon..."

Third battle of the Fantasy Campaign with 500 pts High Elves vs. Mark de Ruijter 500 pts Dwarves.
Result: Loss, Lothern Sea Guard regiment of Renown remains 1 xp.
General: Survived and killed the Dwarven hero, gained +2 xp with a total of 4 xp.