A dusty affair

Arrrrr, me name's ol' one eye and I am here to tell ye a tale of wonder, sacrifice and grand victories ... It all started when the accursed vampires from the far north decided to invade our sacret soil. Foul beasts where they, aye foul automatons that ...

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WHO LET THE DOGS OUT, WHO LET THE DOGS OUT!!!

Excuse me ... I was in the middle of a tale of bloodshed and noble sacrifice so if you don't mind I wouldn't mind getting on with it now please!

Hey down there, did we win or not?!

I was just getting to that ... jeez.
Anyway, the enemy invaded our blessed lands and an impressive enemy t'was ...

They deployed, not far from us, and we needed to adjust our plan a little because of the terrain. The ground was covered by weird, green, wet stuff and arcane structures had been raised here in the odd borderlands.
Remeber that our main plan was patience, for the enemy did not have any weapons that could match our skull catapults or our deadly arrows, so we wanted to hold them back so we could shoot and shoot and shoot, volley after devastating volley of guided arrows.

Here we have the hordes of the cursed vampire. He brought wagons of war, soldiers deader than Elvis and even a giant mutated Varghulf.
However he did make a fatal mistake when he deployed his ghouls on the far left flank since it weakened his middle.
He had only 30 skeletons and his mighty grave guards to rush forward, the ghouls where to far away to properly support them. The black coach was standing behind a unit of ethereal wraiths, ready to suck out all the magic.

This is our glorious host. We followed the plan, but chose to place our Skull catapults and the Casket of Souls on a nearby hill.
They where not protected by anything, but the enemy had long to march before they would make it so far into our lines.
We hoped that the onslaught of our two sphinxes would stop the enemy dead in it's tracks.
Our mighty king and his chariots where deployed on the hill. This way they could cover a lot of the battlefield without being exposed themselves.
Notice that Bones had already started dancing now.

We fired volley after volley into the evil undead, but they did not flinch. Our mighty hierophant did his best to shield our army from harm and the other liches attempted to destroy the foul wraiths, but to no avail. However our skull catapults destroyed the black coach with a blaze of righteous flame ...
The king, impetious as ever charged forward and the mighty sphinxes followed him. He hit the ranked skeletons and pulverised them, moving forward onto the grave guard who where already engaged by a sphinx.
The cursed wraiths engaged our other sphinx, but their feeble blades did not harm it.

Soon after there was neither skeletons or wights left, and the king was engaged in deadly melee with the foul vampire lord and his trusted lieutenant.

The mutated varghulf joined the melee and destroyed many chariots, our beloved king was eaten by the beast but not before fataly wounding the vampire.

This was when our sphinx charged into the dreaded lieutenant and it's howdah crew felled him with a single killing blow. The sphinx seemed unstoppable and trampled the wounded vampire to death.

And thus, even though our king had been slain, the vampires was forced to retreat.

The day was dawning and the vampire horde had scattered. We where victorious.


Now bones ...

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