On Endless War II

After admiring Warhammer Fantasy for nearly my whole life, I decided to play one hundred multiplayer matches in the loving rendition Creative Assembly has made of the game. This is that story of a dwarf warrior in the end times. . .

"War has come. My name is Bedun Leatherarm. I fight for clan and glory in the end-times.

Thorin upon his throne
I was reassigned after the last battle, and found myself on a battlefield near Castle Drakenhof lead by Thorgrim Grudgebearer himself.  I didn't get too close, but he sits upon a golden throne, with the great book of grudges lain open in front of him, and four powerful dwarves carry him upon the field.

This force was much more traditional, 450 brave and stout dwarven warriors, over 100 slayers, and nearly 200 of the finest thunderers you've ever seen, gleaming brass and steel in the hazy morning light. Across the grass the runesmith stood assaying the cannons and twenty-one brave irondrakes, who burn the enemies of the dawi.

We saw the damnable red and purple flag right after first light. Mistress Tither-me-nethers or some such, and her "Brave Knights and Men" were on a "Holy Quest" which unsurprisingly took the form of artillery fire on our positions. Their aim was worse than my one-eyed grandmothers'.

Looking out across the plain, there were nearly 1,000 men. Even from here, the ground shook when they began to march. Thorin's eyes darted back and forth. He made a signal, and a unit of slayers took off for forest cover to the east. Artillery fire continued to come in, but other than some minor injuries to the Gob-Lobber crew, no damage was taken.

Dwarven artillery on the barrel however, strikes a mite 'arder and faster than any man-made shite. Dozens and dozens of men were torn apart as they rushed our cannons, while all our soldiers stood, ready and waiting.

One thunderer was killed by a stray missile, before the vollies opened up. Men died. Then over the shoulders of the warriors, flames from the irondrakes burned the front line, torching any who survived the opening vollies. But the damnable sprite wove some dark magic and the burned skin unburned, flesh unpeeling. Dark and damned these human souls must be.

Thunderer fire rang out, each time, a dozen men fell. Flame burned flesh, and then the front lines crashed together. Grail knights darted out from the trees in the west, but were met by the deadly twin axe blades of a unit of slayers. They turned and fled. The other unit of slayers moved forward out of the eastern woods, sprinting down the battlefield to the back line of the artillery. They crossed hidden by trees and terrain!

The thunderers shifted. Two units targeted the grail knights, and the rest fired crosswise into battle, taking down any man engaged in combat with brave dawi. Thorin and the runesmith remained calm, directing the battle.

The Fae Enchantress astride her unicorn
More dark blessings rained down from the faerie kite, turning her men into savage combatants, infused with the power of the fay. Dawi fought, and the front-eastern flank buckled, and the dawi fled.

Within moments, each of us felt the runic power strengthening our armor and restoring our vigor.  They moved onto our grudge lobber, and Thorin waded in alone to give them what for.  In the rear, the grail knights charged the thunderers and horses and men fell as the slayers continued to give chase.

The slayers managed to catch one man and bring him down, but the hooves of the grail knights thundered on the ground as they charged the thunderers! Aye, they batted a few Dawi around, but none'tha worse for wear. But the grail knights did tear back and forth, causing some distress until they realized, there were dawi all around. The slayers caught up, and thunderers tore into the unit.

Meanwhile, the stealthy slayers finally brought justice to the rear line. Their axes tore through the lightly armed and armored catapult crews shutting down the ranged fire on our troops.

Aye, on some fronts we were not holding, on others we were, but any who did make it into our line, found that if you attack one group of thunderers, you expose your back to three others. One unit of men chased the firedrakes clear through our entire encampment. It was a hundred men when they gave chase. By the time they fled the field, naught but 20 remained.

Thunderer fire is not to be taken lightly.

Our leaders stood unharmed, the enemies back line destroyed, their men crumbling and routing, and we remained the victors on the battlefield that day.

Dwarves Vs. Wood Elves (loss)
Dwarves Vs, Britannia (victory)
Is anyone interested in downloading the replays of these battles?


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