Hi folk, next instalment…………
At last he’d managed to track down the beast, a chaos dragon, mighty, fearsome and hard as ten year old sea leather. His men were still with him apart from Jorundsonn who was still injured and they had a new man who seemed to be a berserker. New blood but he would be hard put to fill Aegir’s boots.
Something stirred in the ruins that served as a den for the mighty beast “it must be intuition because the warband had moved quietly and from down wind” thought Eric.
Then he heard it, movement from the left and right, there on his left, ogres, “by the dark gods, their stench even reached him”.
Quickly he reformed his plan to kill and skin the chaos dragon, now he’d have to try and beat the ogres to it. He waved his men forward but then as they started to gather speed he saw them of to his left, Skaven, the same band that had tried to steal the liber chaotica.
Fury welled inside him, already the wulfen was charging the skaven, blood red rage filled his heart and he heard some one screaming “blood for the lords of chaos”, “kill the vermin scum, no mercy” the wulfen was howling, his pack bayed a chorus even as they ran and Eric realised the screaming voice was his.
The ogres decided caution was the better part of valour and moved away from the impending combat. Their leader was always the cautious one and so far it had paid off. He ordered his men to go around the ruins in the hope of finishing off whoever survived the forth coming battle.
It was different this time, the rat-men fell like heads of wheat beneath the scythe, Eric revelled in the death and blood. Perhaps he revelled too much for a skaven blade slipped past his armour and took him down. The sword of damnation slipped from his hand and his world went dark.
Saemund picked up the sword that had fell from Eric’s hand, he might be the new blood in this warband but he knew the value of such an item. This was good, he loved battle and this leader seemed a favourite of the dark gods. Already he’d dispatched a couple of skaven, none stood before him and he watched as the ragged remnants fled the battle. Then he looked further and northward, ogres, the brutes had taken cover behind the ruins and were now bearing down on the Norse, he looked behind and saw a few ogres had stayed back. Trapped he and the norse still standing charged the ogres nearest them but weakened by the skaven and leaderless they stood no chance. The wulfen put up a good fight as did Grim the berserker, Halftan the bondsman stood over his leader defending his body awaiting the ogre charge from the north, but soon it became obvious they had to run or die, as one they chose to run.
Eric’s armour, helmet and lucky charm had been stripped from his body by battle field scavengers who he imagined thought him dead. Well he wasn’t but the chaos dragon was. What’s more its hide had been taken. He stumbled away from the battle field in search of his men
He found them licking their wounds in the lee of two massive boulders that erupted from the ground like craggy boils through green, corpse coloured flesh. Two marauders were dead, the rest had no serious injuries and the new blood had saved the liber chaotica and sword of damnation, for this at least Eric was thankful. As his men filled him in on what had happened disdain for the ogres and their cowardly tactics ate at him.
Serious battle this between the Skaven and Norse, again many casualties on each side.
The crucial point for the Norse was when I needed to decide what they would do when the ogres and skaven became visible. Eric is a pawn in the grip of chaos and so many of his decisions may seem non – sensible, so to randomise things a bit I rolled a D6, 1= attack skaven, 2-5 = attack dragon, 6 = attack ogres.
I rolled a 1, as you’ve already guessed.