Norsemen (Scratch):
Ivar the Boneless moves toward a pine tree (oh no) while his men wait behind him. He then proceeds to make a speech filled with boasts about how invincible the men of the Norse are and the wonders of Brikhalla that await them. While doing so, he wonders in range of Frostbornian response fire. True to his speech however, the arrows don't even do enough to damage him even a little.
Ivar turns his attention to the defenseless pine tree and rears back.
Heroic feat success! The pine tree comes crashing down.
And it lands on the most direct path to the stockade.
The Norsemen warriors press on in the direction of the stockade, joined by their hero.
The archers hang back for a second to combine fire on one of the Draklon champions' horses. Two of them fail their use rolls, and the other one deals some pretty shitty damage, not enough to overcome the horse's armor.
The horse archers break off from the main force to shoot at Farcus, but are met with the same disappointment.
Frostborne Villagers (Sir Sporktimus):
The trio of longbow archers meet up by the side of a champion.
They then combine their strength and start pushing!
Cow-tipping ain't got shit on what these three just did, as gravity starts to do its thing--
Wait for it...
--And the
"You fukkin what?"
Haldor gets up and steadies himself with his hammer, trying his best to look cool and as if he meant to fall last turn.
And, despite the move penalty, he manages to have enough move with a decent enough sprint to carry on with his next act.
Arriving at the bridge, Haldor pauses in mid-stride.
And proceeds to take part in an epic stare-down with Lucer.
"And what do you plan on doing, barbarian?" The Draklon hero asked smugly.
"Try this!" Haldor shouted and leaped into the air. "HALDOR-"
"-SMASH!"
After a few seconds, the bridge appears unaffected. Lucer doesn't look very impressed. "Nothing happened you stupid ape."
The disrupted spearman beside Lucer rose unexpectedly, "hey wait, do you guys hear that?"
CRAAAASSSSHHHH!
"Shit!"
The bridge starts to sink into the freezing depths below. Lucer manages to use a redshirt (The spearman) and dives safely onto the shore.
Haldor, the Draklon redshirt, and two macemen fall in.
The bridge vanishes under the water, along with the spearman and Haldor. The macemen crash into the water and are in great danger of drowning if left unaided.
Only Haldor's hat remains.
Draklon Raiders (Silent-Sigfig):
Everyone moves up, these two guys make it to the side where most of the action is.
More Draklon units follow.
A trio of archers move up to get in range of their current collective target.
And they obliterate one of the disrupted Frostborne swordsmen.
More Draklon soldiers move up, taking advantage of the fallen evergreen.
The Iron Crossbow swivels around toward a new target, but isn't in range quite yet.
Frostborne Warriors (Dienekes22):
The icebreakers abandon the wagon and run for their weapons.
They re-arm themselves, but don't have enough move left to do anything else but wait. Meanwhile, response actions are rolled near the Draklon Champions.
Two swordsmen attack the same disrupted champion. Being shielded, the damage is normally shrugged off. However...
Lucky overskill rolls do enough overall damage to overwhelm the champion, as a warrior moves in and lobs off his head.'
Meanwhile...
Something strange is stirring beneath the mountainside.
Probably something not very friendly.
Nope.
Secret Faction Unlocked - Undead Sentinals (Lawmaster)
For countless centuries the bodies of an ancient lord and his loyal guards lay in what is left of a an old mountain hall, long buried by past rockslides as time moved on like Bonn-o-Tron. Now, thanks to the recent activity of the Frostborne tribe, the dead are mysteriously rising from their final resting places, taking up their aging weapons, and returning to their posts from so long ago. One of those posts just so happens to be directly behind the Frostborne watchtower.
Overviews
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Well, that's it for Turn Three. All turn four-goers, I am now accepting orders for the next turn.
