the story goes:
the lands of mudgaard are engaged in an epic power struggle which started when the king choked to death mysteriously on a hotdog at the semi-annual royal company picnic. leaving the throne to the crown prince Braddric. The king's chief adviser/picnic organizer however, disputed the sovereignty of the crown prince, and promoted himself to prince Kerrigan. What ensued was a long and arduous war that tore the fair land of Mudgaard apart. the violence culminated in a decisive battle in the center, and just to the left of a small abandoned town; Trollfalgar
Alas; there are but few pics, as I thought to grab the camera at the end. Still, I will endeavor to describe the battle as it unfolded.
I commanded the forces of Prince Kerrigan,
consisting of prince Kerrigan and his cavalry squad,
A large body of hordesmen,
the necromancer and two necrominions, one mounted the other on foot,
a couple of trolls from the southern marshes, including an ogre,
two archers, and a berserkr from the north.
My brother commanded the army of Crown prince Braddric.
boasting the prince himself,
and four balanced squads, Green
Blue
light blue,
Silver
and a squad of crossbowmen.
I won the roll for first move and the battle began.
I advanced my cavalry, along with my other units, then had my necromancer hero cause the captain of the blue squad's head to implode.
my brother advanced his troops.
I attacked with prince kerrigan, splitting up his squad, and lopped off the head of the crown prince, however, the prince's neck was stickier than anticipated, and Kerrigan lost his sword.
my brother quickly dispatched prince Kerrigan, then continued to mop up the rest of my cavalry with his crossbowmen.
I advanced my foot soldiers.
my brother attempted to capture my riderless horses, with limited success.
my berserkr was almost within range, when my brother slaughtered
him from a safe distance.
my brother continued to claim some of my horses.
My soldiers advanced, taking out some of his new cavalry.
my brother massacred everyone in range.
My trolls swept in from the side, catching my brother by surprise.
my brother decimated my trolls, trying in vain to take down my Ogre.
My ogre continued it's rampage.
my brother, having lost his hero, (the prince) promoted the leader of the silver squad to hero, then slew my ogre with his helmet.
my necromancer got into the fray, wreaking a little havoc, before being pincushion-ed.
my brother's hero then attempted to dash past my skeleton soldier, beheading him, then jump up onto a horse,
he failed critically. He tripped and threw is sword, accidentally killing the horse, which fell and crushed his head due to lack of protective headgear.
after that the game was mostly over for me, some of my soldiers went into the abandoned pub and got smashed drunk.
and my brother mopped up my remaining forces without any further casualties.
the Aftermath:
