The mists of early morning rolled across the fields like thick cotten. As the Elves waded through the mirk, their armour became sheen with the dew of the new day. Silver platemail reflected rainbow hues as they trooped through the fields, their spears held high, their bows locked and cocked. No sounds filled the air other than the occasional clank of armour plates.
Atop his dragon, Brim Cerillion, the exiled prince of ElvenHolme, took stock of his men. They were feew, but they were loyal and fierce. Cast out from their home, the Elves had wandered the lands, seeking revenge for all that had befallen them during the dark times when...
"They come, sire," his aide called, pointing at the dark shapes that shifted in the mirky fog.
Brim pulled his golden sword and stood in the stirrups of his mount. The Dragon raised her head - as loyal as bloodkin should be, as fierce as any Elf would be - and let out a roar.
"Dorathion has spoken," Brim cried out. "Loose death upon them!"
No sooner had he spoken, the thrum of a thousand arrows being launched into the air filled his ears.
As the first of Dhak Uthards foul Undead legion stepped from the shadows, Brim gave his mount a kick and roared into the air.
The crush of steel had begun...This was a 1400pt battle between Elves and Undead and was the first time Lucy had chosen her own army. It was a hard fought battle and... well, you'll have to check out our
YouTube site for a battle report on Monday.
Have a great New year.
All the best
JP
