Lord
Of The Crag
Lord
Of The Crag
He turned to survey the pass. Brettonians lay scattered everywhere, unfortunate victims to a chaos ambush. The only others standing were his faithful sword boy William and the Standard Bearer, a tall thin new recruit. Baltor turned, gazing ever upwards to the top of the crag, now only mere feet from the top of the path, where the greatest of prizes awaited the one who had could defeated all others. He thought of the long hard climb, the many battles he had fought to reach this point, and of course, the grand honor this was for all of Brettonia. He was startled out of his daydream as the standard dropped past him, fluttering as it fell to the ground.
Baltor turned, calling to William for his sword as he saw the standard bearer, his face pale as a tall, black-haired man bit deep into his neck.
The
raven haired stranger turned to Baltor as he threw the dead standard bearer
aside. His eyes called to Baltor, the deep pools drawing him in so deep
that he didn’t even hear William cry out in pain, or feel the vampire sink
its fangs into his jugular
Style: Ladder (Each General totals
destroyed enemy unit’s point values to determine his army’s score).
The highest score at the end of
the fourth week wins!
Army: 2000 Point Force with a 500
point Sideboard. Armies must remain the same from week to week, except
for rotating troops in and out of the sideboard.
Allies cost double normal Unit
cost.
No magic items over 50 points are allowed (Sorry, No Fellblades!)
For more information talk to Bryan Roberts, Doug Mallio, or Adam Sweeny.