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.