||[Mar. 21st, 2007|08:16 am]
The Sound and the Fury....
That damned cannon! Malari attempted to keep his men and daemons out of its way, though the weapon was crushing them with every minute that passed. How can these short filthy, bearded creatures be destroying my god-blessed band of warriors?|
Another cannon-ball crashed through his knights, crushing two beneath its weight. This is not going to be a victory for Tzeench. While amusing, it will be less-so if I am unable to wrest these magical weapons from the dwarves. Ensorcelling a glamour of illusion around himself, Malari stole away from the knights, his illusory self battling onward. I need to fall back and gather those I left at the Citadel of Chaos. Too few of us challenged the short-beards, an error I will not repeat.
As the battle raged on, Malari slipped off into the coming darkness.
Without its leader and with the dwarven war-machine superiority the chaos horde was crushed to a man. Few stragglers were picked off by keen eyed dwarven crossbowmen and thunderers as they fled.