But prior to the battle, a few things had to be determined. For the most knowledgeable of you this will come as a given but for those a little less used to it, I think it's worthy to explain things a little. First were the chaos weapons our characters hold :
I rolled a random weapon (how more Chaotic than that can it get ?) with the following powers (determined randomly every tun) ;
1) Mighty strike, the perfect power to get for a wizard with a movement of 3...
2) Protection, why not...
3) Mighty Strike see above
4) Might Oh cool, that's even better
5) Shrieking, pretty cool actualy
6) Spell (Mental Duel) could have been cool if the other player had a wizard...
Last thing to determine was my spells... as a Slaanesh level 15 sorceror, I could get 1 spell of level 1 and one of level 2. I took the 2 Slaanesh spells for simplicity's sake.
Check this out, even if you aren't a Warhamer Battle player you can see what it's all about :
Time to get into the real part of the stuff now ... I tried to take an imposing pose just to make sure my opponent would know who I am...
But it seemed he had the very same idea, this one would be a tough one...
After a quick prayer to Saint Bryan and Saint Donald, the battle was set, the gods were just waiting to throw some dice...
Who woud get the favour of the god ?
That's when the troll saw a buttefly and lost his focus...
The Duke stayed behind his men to exhort them to hurry up, the 2 minotaurs still failed to remove the stone (for the 3rd time now) and started arguing...
|For Slaanesh's sake ! will you open that tomb already !|
The monolith was the center of all attentions now...
This lead the cultists and the troll into some kind of weird balet of pushing back each other back and forth for some time, echoing somehow the tragic dancing spree of the beastmen in the distance.
|"I could have dealt with him alone you know ! Well... Thanks anyway... my round tonight."|
But the dwarves still holded a grudge towards the Slaanesh champion... from a distance.
After some rolls, it appeared the daemon prince in the sword is an ancient half-ogre who has received :
- eye of the gods
- gift of the gods (+1 to WP)
- a daemonic steed
- 5 chaos spawns
- 6 chaos hounds
- rotting eyes
- cloven hooves
- Horns of Slaanesh
- another daemonic steed (transforming the 2 into a charriot)
His real name is Daioii iadha Pestclaw Suckvomit (lovely name).
|Mike : "IGOOOORRRR, NOOOOOO !"|
C'borth and G'borth : Yeah him !
Rest in peace Igor, may you find eternal pleasures in the other world...
Mike : I JUST CAN'T STAND IT ! It'S SO UNFAAAAIIIR !
Duke : Wait Mike come back, there will be new friends...maybe, look ! Elrath (on of the Dak elves) even got gained a furry loo ! I even gained a bestial face ! that's more fun for everyone !
Mike : Yeah know but it'won't ever be the same you know that...
C'borth and G'borth : Yeah !