Good Turn 4Niathi and his griffon finally chased the black dragon from the battlefield, but the Imperial general found himself facing a slew of elven bolt throwers.
Der Scheublich’s knights turned to charge into the flank of the witch elves, who were still pinned in bitter combat with the greatswords. The fight continued to be bloody but neither side would give up.
In the centre field, the executioners had been closing in to help the corsairs clear the houses of the barricaded missile troops but a combination of those very crossbowmen, handgunners and nearby dwarven organ gun was enough to kill every last elf before they could even reach the first house.
Across the field, the Irondrakes shouldered their guns and rushed in to help the longbeards. Between them, the crypt ghouls and skeletons were almost destroyed but of course the undead soldiers fought on, unknowing of their peril.
The eastmost knights who had rushed in to help the gyrocopter against the elven darkshards had done their job, the elves finally breaking and fleeing the battle. The knights and copter both turned to face the main battle again.
Evil Turn 4Kirealeith, now marshalling the elven forces since Vaskels’s demise attempted to salvage a battle line from the micro battles spread across the town’s border. He steered his dark pegasus into a swordsmen detachment and whilst their training was no match for his skills, their discipline was impressive and they refused to flee.
Nearby, the sisters of slaughter, fresh from their decisive roll in taking down one halberdier regiment strode into the combat between the black guard and second halberdier regiment. Though they would never flee, the black guard were finally dispatched by the gritty state troops. The sisters were still fresh though and moved with lightning speed, dodging near every blow whilst delivering their own precisely. The exhausted halberdiers had given their all and this new threat was too much. They turned, against Kesselreich’s furious demands, and tried to flee and were cut down as the sisters sprang amongst them gleefully.
The witch elves in the centre had got their act together too, finishing the greatswords to a man and shrugging off the flank attack of the inner core knights, who turned and beat a hasty retreat from the fanatical elves.
The beastmaster on his scourgerunner chariot leveled his harpoon and let loose at the nearby griffon. The barb stuck in the beast’s flesh and it was dragged closer to the bolt throwers which let loose volleys of their own. One of the huge bolts slammed into Niathi and he was thrown from the saddle forcibly leaving only one of the four generals still standing!
Wvolthe’s black knights and war hydra slammed into the longbeards and irondrakes, intent on turning the tide further towards the evil forces. Whilst they were too late to aid the skeletons, the hydra trampled the remaining longbeards whilst Wvolthe tore into the irondrakes whose armour and steadfast determination was the only thing stopping a total rout.
Wvolthe’s necromantic powers eminated out, restoring some of the crypt ghouls and his knights whilst zombies were rising in droves behind the combat, seeking out new prey.
Good Turn 5Having outpaced the witch elves, Der Scheublich reigned his knights in and turned once more to face them whilst a nearby militia regiment charged into the witch’s flank, doing as much damage as they received and very nearly breaking the surprised witches.
The steam tank remained half sunk into the bog, but managed to get it’s cannon working again, well enough to dispatch one of the reapers that had been such a thorn in the empire’s side. The griffon turned to face the other one, ready to swoop in.
The hurricanum had mostly trundled along behind the Imperial line but seeing the harpies once more flitting across towards the town, the acolytes made the brave decision to charge in to lend their help. Whilst their combat prowess was embarrassing, they were able to use the momentum and bulk of the wagon to drive the harpies once more from the field.
Argyle Stoneburner, the dwarven demon slayer had suffered a frustrating battle to this point. Though he had charged impressively here and there to try and lend his support, by the time he reached where he had planned to go, the tide of battle had moved on. Now was his moment though. The hydra, fresh from it’s victory over the longbeards was busy munching on their corpses. He raised his axes, bellowed a warcry and charged the beast, his loincloth flapping disturbingly in the wind. The hydra looked round as he neared and turned to face him, but this was the kind of battle he had won countless times and the dwarf had cut two of it’s heads off before it knew what had happened. It fled pitifully from him and the gyrocopter swooped in as it ran, gunning it down.
Behind this heroic scene the knights were performing feats of their own, charging into the unholy corpse cart and hacking through the zombies pulling it before dispatching it’s driver.
A lone warrior priest, sole survivor of the massacre of the longbeards had rallied his courage and his faith. He gripped resolutely onto his warhammer, made a prayer to his god and yelled a challenge to Wvolthe von Carstein and charged in, ready to smite the monstrous evil. The vampire only had time to smirk as his sword whipped around and decapitated the poor priest whose head flew ten feet through the air, coming to a rest staring up at the sky.
Evil Turn 5Kirealeith had combined with the warlocks to finish up the swordsmen detachment who had sold their lives dearly to hold him up. Flushed with victory he glided on towards the dwarf organ gun.
The beastmaster once more took aim with his harpoon and the hooked bolt sliced into the griffon’s neck as a bolt from the reaper took it in the chest. The magnificent beast was slain at last.
The witch elves had recovered from the surprise attack from the militia and had turned to face them now. As if that were not bad enough for the free company, the sisters of slaughter had made their way there too and the combined attack destroyed the unit utterly.
Wvolthe was making some headway into the irondrakes but these were the finest warriors the dwarfs had to offer and they did not give their lives cheaply. The cold one chariot was freed up and sped into the dwarfs, scythed wheels cutting through the thick armour.
Behind all this, the overzealous gyrocopter pilot had steered his machine too close to the crypt horrors who swatted it from the sky. It crashed just infront of the zombies who were slowly turning to face the knights.