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!"
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.
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