The Cleavermaw rattled and groaned in protest as it passed through the Bleed,
the timbers complained as they were twisted by pressures they were in no
condition to withstand. The ship pitched violently up and down several times,
sending a few orruks sprawling across the deck. Something fell off and tumbled
away through the air.
The colour of the daylight changed subtly, from cold and blueish to a warm
golden honey hue. The orruk pirates on board grinned at each other, one or two
of them giving knowing looks.
Ropesend Drak said "Yaargh!"
"Was to be expected, as we pass over the threshold." said Wrekka Groz, with a
great deal of confidence, as he hauled on a rope to secure a stolen
cargo.
"Aye," said Dogvane Murt "the thaumaturgic spectrum differential is about
what I thought we'd get and all."
"It weren't spectrum differential, it were a prismatic-luminary effect."
grumbled Crowsnest Dag.
"Which you is jumbling your phenomena mate!" said Wrekka with a slight air of
superiority.
Crowsnest drew a blade, but Sludga was stood right behind him. The big orruk
gave him a tap on the back of his head with a meaty fist to remind him to get
on with his work.
"Spectrum differential? Pah!" muttered Crowsnest under his breath as he
went back to his task.
~ ⦽ ~
In the distance a lighthouse was just visible through the haze. The crashing
of waves was a distant rumble, but it was clearly not far away.
The Baron and a couple of deck hands ranged ahead of the rest of the crew,
they found what looked like a fairly recent campsite amongst ancient ruins. A
firepit was still smoking and there were signs of a struggle around it.
As the pirates investigated they suddenly realised they were not alone. They
had been too focused on the campsite to notice the warband that attacked it
was still in the area!
The Baron raced ahead of the others, he headed straight for the leader - he
was an old friend! Crowsnest and Ropesend did their best to keep up, but a
pair of kairic acolytes jumped down from the ruins onto them!
Two tzaangors pounced on the Baron.
The Ogroid leader and another acolyte approached.
Crowsnest piled through the doorway, straight onto the Thaumaturge's
glave!
The tzaangors felled the Baron and moved on to the rest of the crew.
The others arrived to find the fight raging, both sides were already blooded.
With Wrekka standing guard, Mogrum took cover in the upper story of the
building where it looked like an expedition had been ambushed in their sleep.
The floor was littered with cooking gear, unpacked bedding rolls, lanterns and
bags.
While the two warbands pulled back and shouted threats and insults at each
other outside he opened a couple of the backpacks that lay nearby. There were
clothes and food inside most of them, but one was significantly heavier -
inside there was a leather-bound book, along with pens and bottles of ink and
a number of letters tied into a bundle. Behind his mask he grinned and stashed
the bag for investigation later.
~ ⦽ ~
We only managed to play 2 battle rounds before we ran out of time but it was
clear to both of us that unless we played for at least 3 more rounds it
would end in a draw. Neither of us was in a position that would enable us to
take out the three models in our respective Shields, with 50 to 60 wounds in
total, in one round.
It was an interesting battleplan but one that allows (and definitely needs!)
a lot of time, without the usual 3 or 4 round limit. A bit too much for a
lunchtime game!
Deployment: Encircle
Victory: Dominate
Twist: Encircling Direflock (very thematic for Ghur!)
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