Order of players for this turned rolled out as such:Esduin (TheVengefulOne)
The Norse (Robot Monkey)
Frostborne (bann154)Esduin (TheVengefulOne)
The disrupted paladin from last turn gets back to his feet and despite the resulting move penalty he is able to get in range enough for an attack.
And slices right through a Frostborne swordsman's neck.
Another elf fatally wounds a berserker, ramming his blade into the warrior's gut.
The berserker uses his last few breaths to unleash his rage, dishing out one more counterattack. The attack doesn't amount to anything however.
And he succumbs to his wound, lying in a pool of his own blood.
Yet another paladin runs a swordsman through.
His body slinks against the side of the hill, lifeless eyes staring off into the distance.
The grinding melee at the hill continues on as another Frostbornian falls. Esduin seems to be fighting harder than ever.
The Inquisitors that had been heading toward the Norsemen suddenly change their minds and charge up the hill, running down a Frosbornian officer.
Rangers move up and take aim, their arrows pointed up a single target.
And after several critical successes, overwhelm Yigmire's armor roll. "Hhhurrrkk!"
The fire matriarch moves toward the Norsemen and tries to light the last berserker on fire. Her attack fizzles and doesn't do anything.
The other group of rangers move up and take aim with their eyes on the hill.
And manage to overwhelmingly pierce an icebreaker's armor.
Kaptain Jy'udi approaches the decapitated head of one of her paladins. "How distasteful. How we've taken this many casualties would displease Her Majesty greatly. However..."
"-Even in death you will be of use to her!" Jy'udi smacks the head like a croquet ball.
The projectile-turned head hurtles toward the Norsemens frontlines.
Torsten is stunned for the turn, probably suffering a pretty bad headache.I will never stop making shitty puns.The Norse
Norse archers rain down furious arrowfire on the Esduin soldiers, felling one of them.
The remaining berserker takes revenge for his fallen brother.
And partially lights himself on fire for standing too close to the fire matriarch for too long. The damage isn't enough to kill him though.Draklon
The Wardens throw their spears up at the Frostborne bowmen
Surprisngly one scores a direct hit, while the other misses.
The other bowman is downed by arrowfire from the Draklon rangers.
Kaptain Lucer stops and pulls out some sand from his pocket for some reason. "I knew this would come in handy. Sand is a staple to any
seasoned warrior's arsenal!"
"Eat this, you filthy barbarians!" He throws it directly at the watchtower above.
Defying gravity, the wad of sand splatters into the tower, blinding the bowmen temporarily and messing up their skill rolls for the turn. "Gaachh! What sorcery is this?!" One of the bowmen shouts.Frostborne
These two bowmen fire at the Esduin paladins below, hoping they can be of more use than their comrades in the watchtower who, for some reason, couldn't hit a thing.
Success! A single paladin is turned into an expensive-looking pincushion.
The heavy-hitters meet up and deal out some serious damage to one another, but so far a single Inquisitor is crushed by warhammers.
Spearbearers form up a final line of defense. They exchange no words nor looks of discontent, their steely gazes are set on the golden tides before them.
~End Turn~Send orders for the fifth and final turn!