League
Match 1
Baldur
hefted his sword, its weight resting in his hand like the weight of his hand
rested at the end of his arm.
He
turned and nodded to the Reeves behind him while giving a silent mental command
to the WoldWarden and Wold Guardian in front of him. The whole force moved forward,
toward the disturbance Baldur could feel through the ground.
Soon
two columns of wind came into view. They were visible through the bits of
debris caught up in them and, even more obviously to Baldur, the waves of magic
that came off them.
Unfortunately
he was not the only one to notice them. He could see men and Warjacks closing
in from the other side. The Protectorate of Menoth, with the number of
prominently displayed menofixes they could be none other.
Baldur
sent his warbeasts out in front as he called up spells of protection on the
Reeves. This might not be his first choice of a force for a conflict but two
stone body guards were plenty and the Reeves couldn’t hurt.
Suddenly
Baldur felt a force from one of the priests, nudging one of vortexes towards
them. Well if that is the case, Baldur thought to himself before sending a mystic
shockwave through the ground. The shockwave caused no visible effect but the
vortex lifted off the ground and landed only a meter or so from the priests.
They
pushed the vortex back a ways so Baldur repeated the shockwave trick with the
other vortex. As the two sides got closer the priests ended up between the two
vortexes. A barrier protected some of the Warjacks but not all of them; the
hulking leader was protected only by a lesser spell. The priests, some of which
were singing, had no such protection. This will be painful for them, Baldur
thought to himself.
Almost
in answer a spell flashed out towards the Wold Guardian from one of the Warjack’s
arc node. The spell had no effect. The priests sent one of the vortexes whirling
towards the Wold Guardian to equal effect. In return Baldur slammed the other
vortex through the priests. Some were felled but the others continued chanting.
Baldur now focused on the ground beneath the
leading Warjack, causing multiple bursts of stone and earth underneath it. It
took some damage but still stood after the attacks. Disappointing but not
catastrophic.
The
Woldwarden charged the leading Warjack, landing several devastating blows and
sending the Warjack slamming into its followers. The Wold Guardian charged the
fallen worjacks, finished off the leader and damaging another one.
The
Warjacks struggle to stand and counter attack but they were pummelled by the
stone warbeasts and slowly finished off.
Meanwhile
the vortex that had struck the Wold Guardian was once again moved by the
priests. In an amazing feat of willpower born from desperation the priest sent
the vortex sailing over the Reeves to land on the other side. One Reeve looked
a dizzy but that was all that the attack did. The other vortex continued to
whirl around and tare apart the priests.
The
warbeasts destroyed two of the remaining Warjacks. The Reeves flanked the
battle and rained arrows down on the priests. That left a single Warjack, a
chanting priest and the Warcaster who commanded the remains of the group.
The
Reeves and warbeasts were in a good position to finish off the remains of the
enemy force. Baldur could advance or support as needed, this battle was as good
as won.
Suddenly
the Warcaster moved towards the Reeves and called down a wave of force that
fell from the sky. Baldur’s magic protection rose from the ground to counter
it. Suddenly horrified Baldur realized that some of the Reeves had moved beyond
his reach. He witnessed an eerie scene as most of the Reeves were stuck down
and burned by spells, yet two, standing barely a meter away, we left completely
unharmed.
Baldur
glared across at the Menoth Warcaster. It was clear that the attack had been
made out of spite. The Warcaster had done nothing to save the remains of his
force which were even now being flattened by the force of massive stone fists.
Instead he had stuck out in some ‘holy’ furry on those least involved in the
battle.
Just
as quickly as he had attacked however the Warcaster fled the field, leaving his
handy work behind. Baldur knew that chasing would most likely be a waste of
time, the only ones who would be able to chaise him down effectively were the
two remaining Reeves and they would hardly be enough.
Still
the battle was won and victory had gone definitively to the Circle.
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