Post by winstonsmith on Apr 18, 2014 12:14:43 GMT
Thanks Lano for the game on Wednesday, I hope this does it justice.
Vines shrivelled and trees blistered at their approach, a cancerous canker that unnerved the skink skirmishers wading through the marsh. About them the reptilian horde grouped for battle. Chaos had come to the jungles of the Southlands, a taint the Lizardmen were eager to cut out.
As it was before and would be again howling blood soaked hounds led the charge, crashing through the undergrowth with wanton abandon, their assault met with the bestial wrath of ripperdactyls and brave skink warriors alike. The encounter was short. The jungle itself had risen up against these unnatural intruders with poisoned darts and winged fury but it had only ever been a distraction. As the last beast fell the skinks beheld warriors of iron and hate. Had they scattered into the embrace of the undergrowth to rain poisoned death from afar they may have lived to tell of the encounter; but they chose to stand and were swept away. Unrelenting as the tide the murderous horde came on and crashed into the resolute ranks of the Lizardmen; a storm of swords against bronze and stone, an onslaught that would have unmanned all but these noble saurian warriors whose blood ran cold. (Lano rolled three 1’s for his break test!) Their bravery had never been in question but the end came anyway. Savage ripperdactyls fell beneath the scythed wheels of the gorebeast chariot and with it the courage of the Lizardmen finally broke, the ensuing rout becoming a mindless slaughter that none survived save a skink priest who fled into the deeper waters of the mangrove to warn the elders that the prophecy was unfolding.
Chaos had come to the Jungles of the Southlands.
As it was before and would be again howling blood soaked hounds led the charge, crashing through the undergrowth with wanton abandon, their assault met with the bestial wrath of ripperdactyls and brave skink warriors alike. The encounter was short. The jungle itself had risen up against these unnatural intruders with poisoned darts and winged fury but it had only ever been a distraction. As the last beast fell the skinks beheld warriors of iron and hate. Had they scattered into the embrace of the undergrowth to rain poisoned death from afar they may have lived to tell of the encounter; but they chose to stand and were swept away. Unrelenting as the tide the murderous horde came on and crashed into the resolute ranks of the Lizardmen; a storm of swords against bronze and stone, an onslaught that would have unmanned all but these noble saurian warriors whose blood ran cold. (Lano rolled three 1’s for his break test!) Their bravery had never been in question but the end came anyway. Savage ripperdactyls fell beneath the scythed wheels of the gorebeast chariot and with it the courage of the Lizardmen finally broke, the ensuing rout becoming a mindless slaughter that none survived save a skink priest who fled into the deeper waters of the mangrove to warn the elders that the prophecy was unfolding.
Chaos had come to the Jungles of the Southlands.
