FG: Barael’s Blade

The third part of the mini campaign Alan and I have been playing was completed today.

Quite na interesting scenario this one, the Howling Half Breed by now was invulnerable to anything other than the titular blade, which was atop a pyramid in the centre of the board.

The blade was gripped by the mummified remains of Barael himself a high ranking wizard before the fall.

The Howling Half Breed was at the foot of the pyramid, and typically we rolled, it was nearer to my wizard and war band than Alan’s Tipstaff’s motley crew.

Hmm, what could I do ?

brew some potions of teleportation and chuck in some sacrificial pawns to distract the half breeed whilst we wrested the sword from the mummified corpse !

Warhound flanking attack XXX, shot dead.

Hurrah, first treasure, fog walls everywhere to prevent the Halfbreed attacking me.

And on the other flank, an attempt to rescue our treasure, with some good shots from my Marksman, Captain Starbuck, and then a wandering monster. (Wild Dog)

Old Mother Parma (or OMP as Alan now calls her), drank a Potion of Teleportation and got to the Mummy and Blade of Barael. And then spent 3 rounds trying to prize it out of the corpse’s withered hand.

meanwhile the Hlaf-brfeed had ignored my sacrificial pawn, jumped on and killed a Treasure Hunter (with treasure), but was beaten off and snatched between two walls of go.

In the meantime, Tipstaff’s crew had been busy being cowards custards and looting the place.

Using lots of Wall spells.

But not so fast, random movement brought the Half-Breed into range old Tipstaff !

Who conjured another Wall, meaning the Half-Breed attacked his own retreating men. Meantime my Archer and Ranger had downed his Barbarian due to some good rolls for once.

But now it was drawing cxxloe to Old Mother Parma who had still not wrested the blade from the corpse.

Craaack – just in time the withered hand released the blade, OMP, fell down the pyramid, Henrietta the apprentice cast Fog, and we headed for home with the sacred blade in hand.

Tipstaff and co had in the meantime being running away, casting an enormous wall to cover their cowardly retreat.

Theoretically, Tipstaff won with three treasure chests.

But given he had lost 5 models, and me one, and I’d got the blade, kudos too Alan he agreed I was the winner.

End of campaign.

Now back to the vaults of memory, to extract photos of a game JP and I played a year ago, as we have a session lined up next week to continue the Forgotten Pacts campaign.