My brothers forces on the other side of the table, clearly controlling the tower containing a magic jewel and scroll. I don't know what it does, but I want it.
First half of the good army. There were a lot of shouts of "Spaaarta!" and my brother wanted to make a bottomless hole in my table, but I didn't allow him to.
..and this is the other half. The minifig on the far left is the hero. Unnamed and unmourned, as it were.
Since I play the shambling undead hordes, my skeletons are mindless and follows the officer leading them. This made them completely useless but slightly cheaper, so I could afford a horse for my hero. A warrior without a horse is no warrior...
Turn 1 and 2: I charge forth, splitting my forces in the hopes of drawing attention away from the tower and the off chance I might slip by with my mounted hero and grab the scroll. All this thinking is ofcourse completely wasted as the warring sides are so close to eachother. My brother just runs forward highland-style (Freeeedom! Spaaarta!) with his hero bravely in the front row!
Turn 3: I introduce something called "charge"! Bah, it's too good of an opportunity to miss anyway. His hero unfortunately had a longer weapon then mine and struck first. Luckily he missed. Unluckily, so did my hero.
However my horse has an attack! What I say goes, and my valiant steed kicks the crap out of the enemy champion. Hooray! I then do some unimportant manuvering with the rest of my forces.
Turn 4: My brother tries to retaliate, but all blows glance harmelessly of my heros mighty armor.
My hero decides to stand and fight! A cowardly sandpeople/spartan is standing in the back row, within comfortable reach of my scythe. Off with his head! Blood sprays everywhere (ok so not much blood, I need to prepare more next time).
My hero is then hacked to pieces by the soldiers that discover they can combine their effort to overcome his armor. The horse runs away, scared. My skeletons reach the battle and has no impact whatsoever. 1d6-2 just sucks, but they look cool dead and spread over the table.
This guy valiantly dispatches my skeletons before my officer arrives, confident that greater skill and armor will give him victory. Not this time though, the die-gods are not with him after flaunting such obvious hybris.
Battle pic.
On the other flank my stylish but just as ineffective black skeleton and my remaining officer battles. The officer kills the spartan he's facing but...
There's just too many of them! Hopelessly outnumbered (but not outclassed, he's an officer and they're ordinary minifigs) he holds his own a round until...
Chewie finishes it all with a flying attack!
The winners! And some of the other participants. There were 9 troops on both team starting, these six wussies survived and I'm ashamed I couldn't bring down more. I blame my dice.
Lessons learned: Mindless skeletons suck. I still like the shambling hordes though, so more, more! I'll bury them by shear numbers. Also, more interactive terrain, more explosions, and bring more blood and special effects to sprinkle across the battlefield. I can count on my brother for more battles though, we had fun.
