WAP Albion Tassie Campaign Bat Reps

I love u ya sexy bastard ❤️

On u it’s worth 50 ❤️

Eugh… the asshole gave me ptsd I swear I couldn’t believe how many saves he threw!

A thoroughly enjoyable read.

Chaos Dwarfs did well, staunch to the end and took their toll on Albion.

Great bit about the Chaotic ascension after only a turn or 2.

Fen beasts vs Troll battle sounded suitably devastating.

Tassie campaign bat rep Battle 4

Conor’s legs burned,

The leaden weight of the densely woven fabric slowed him down. Covered in blood and ichor, Conor had never know the weight of responsibility like he knew it now.

He and the survivors of the coalition force had managed a fighting retreat from the sorely depleted Waaagh!!! GizNit. The battle had been terrible in its intensity. Conor himself was wounded and had to fall back. As such he suffered an injury of the mind, never again would he run from the green menace, never again would he suffer the indignity of defeat.

The elves had broken off, heading back for the coast. Conor and what remained of his men were pulling back to a small hill fort township in an attempt to regroup.

The sound of scythed chariot wheels could be heard racing toward the band of desperate men.

“Conas ata tu, Ladies Champion!”

The greeting came from the head man of the town, standing upon one of the chariots.

“We saw yer not so merry band from atop the hill, ye had trouble with the uninvited guests I see!?”

The normally boastful and jovial Battle standard Bearer, of the high queen, was hard pressed not to bite the man’s head off…

“Ye could say that Mo Chara, we need rest and shelter, have ye room for me and me men within yonder settlement?”

With a grim look the head man of the town shook his head.

“No time fer that master champion, the green menace is hot on yer heels, our hunters eyeballed em not long after they saw you lot. The bogs be slowin em but the hoard’ll be here within the hour.”

Conor growled in frustration, his men needed rest, they needed food, they needed sleep… the banner of the high queen, vibrant of colour against the slate grey Albion sky, gently swayed in the breeze. A light misty rain began to fall. Turning to his exhausted troops Connor addressed them.

“Mo Chairde! Rest and warmth are close but not before we break the back ‘o’ these interlopers once and fer all! We’ve put these people at risk and lead the green skins straight to em! I ask ye, again! Stand with me now, stand with me beneath the banner of our high queen and show these BASTARDS who the men of Albion really are!”

The exhausted band of brothers gave a tired cheer. Some only able to give a grim nod toward their leader.

Turning to the man atop the chariot Conor addressed him.

“Gather yer fightin men head man, stand with us and we’ll not only protect yer homes from the invaders but we’ll break their backs to boot!”

“Aye champion, we’ll stand with ye n we’ll make the bloody green feckers pay fer every step they’ve taken, in blood!”

As the chariot leader turned his warmachine about, Conor gripped the stout hardwood of the battle banner.
Staring at the gold inlay and silken threads, now covered in gore, that formed battle relief, Conor whispered to himself

“If only it were simply the bloody green feckers.”

Connor suppressed a shudder as the memory of rubbery red balls with gnashing teeth and an insatiable hunger, threatened to turn his blood to ice….

Set up





On my side of the board the Stone throwing giant went down first, in the center, followed by 2 units of 5 dogs right and left, each having a handler. A large block of 24 Woad raiders went behind the dogs on the right and a unit of 4 chariots went down on the extreme left flank.

Across from me 2 big blocks of gobbos went down in the center, on my left flank across from the chariots were his squig unit, behind intervening terrain. On the Center right flank were a unit of 5 squig hoppers, on the mid left flank a mangler squig, and on the extreme right flank was a Gobbo boss riding a giant squig… (Though I thought it was a great cave squig)

After set up my scouts were deployed behind a rock wall and the squig hoppers used a vanguard move toward them.

I won the roll off, I gave first turn to the gobboes

Turn 1 Gobbos

GizNit cuffed the big boss with the banner under the ear

“Deyz da humiez wez scraped wiv yesterdee! Da dumb Gitz lead us straight to mor uv dere mates! Now stop cowerin ere n Git up there!”

As GizNit clicked the heels of his shiny red shoes together 3 times he wished hard to be in a safe place… all at once and with a scream, half cut off by sheer acceleration, his feet dragged him at high speed through the sky, the winged Gobbo boots whisked him off to the safety of a nearby forest. Hemmed in by a mighty pair of mangler squigs on one side and a heard of voracious squigs on the other. This would do the mighty WarBoss nicely, safely tucked away in the trees where he could observe and at the end take all the credit!

GizNit’s Waaagh!!! Began moving forward, the mangler’s psychotic frenzy of motion rolled and bowled forward. Tearing up entire trees and sending clods of dirt, undergrowth and pieces of native wildlife splattering high into the air and all around. The unit with the big boss BSB squabbled after seeing the hero get his ear clipped by the WarBoss, much to the delight and laughter of the other unit under the command of a mighty shaman. Da boyz simply ambled forward in an effort to get their magic user in range of the enemy.

Setting off at a cracking pace the squig hoppers gleefully clung on to their mounts, the loonie fungus drunk Jockies howled with laughter as their mounts rushed toward a band of humie’s, hiding behind a solid stone wall..

“Dat won’t save em! CHAAAAAAARGE” the boss gob screamed…

On the extreme right the big boss in the mouth of his squig pet barreled straight for the human lines

Digging around in his mouldy sack, one of the Goblin shamen located a mushroom and popped it in his mouth… the power of Da Waaagh!!! Began to well up and pulse through him, turning a his gaze toward the unit of squig hoppers, the shaman began to mutter enchantments to bolster their fighting prowess luring them to the closest enemy they could see… Tadhg, the Druid felt the green energies rise and put all he had into syphoning away the vile spell. Through sheer force of will he was able to best his foe, much to the hatred of the shaman. The nasty little shaman’s eyes glowed green as he sought his magical nemesis. Green fire danced about his eyes as his very gaze was turned into a weapon!
Yet something was not right… his head began to ache, he felt rather than heard a pounding in his ears, as the Waaagh!!! Power was not released and began to steadily build more and more. Power flooded into the little goblins skull, with a wretched scream he clutched the sides of his head as the raw green stuff of Da Waaagh!!! scrambled his little brain… the goblin shaman lost his grip on his spell and reality, rendering him both stupid and frenzied for the rest of the battle…

Albion Turn 1

The war dogs handlers let slip their leather collars, as one 5 Great War dogs surged ahead, running unerringly toward the great red form of the mangler squigs. On the mid right flank the other unit of war dogs rush toward the unit of gobboes currently engaged in an animosity fuelled squabble. The goblins saw them however, lending focus and cohesion to the unit as they forgot their petty squabbles to face the oncoming threat. With an evil cry the goblin unit pushed 3 ball swinging loonies out. Pieces of turf, tree limbs, bushes and bits of war dog flew in all directions. The handler himself had his head taken clean off by a rotating iron ball as one fanatic smashed his way through the entire unit.

On the left flank the unit of chariots slowly made its way forward, attempting to ambush the large squig unit as it made its way first through a rocky canyon then then onto the flank of the Woad raiders. The scythed chariot wheels made a gentle hissing at their blade cut through the very air

Drawing on his magical energies, Tadhg, wise man of the village Calagh, cast a spell of protection upon the his people, protecting against sword, arrow and squig alike. Extending his staff toward the crazed form of the magler, Tadhg let loose a fast staccato of words and syllables. Shooting fourth from his staff a flock of ethereal ravens winged their way toward the manglers, tearing into them, their injuries doing little to slow them however.

On the right flank Diarmuid and his hunter cadre sighted down the shafts of their bows, toward the crazily bouncing forms of the squig hopers.

“Steady lads…. Wait fer it….”

Diarmuid’s voice was measured, slow, glacial… his breath came in, out, in, out. Between his heart beats he loosed his arrow. A red fletched missile flew through the air taking the lead squig not through the eye, or head… areas less than lethal on a crazed fungus… but straight through the right knee. With a guttural scream the boss goblin was violently thrown to the ground, his head shattering as it hit a rock, his squig mount snapping its jaws and writhing on the ground, unable to continue its bounding forward momentum. The other 5 archers opened fire to similar effect, red fletched arrows found their mark in hips, knees or feet, each hit accompanied with a satisfying splat of dead Gobbo and screams of anger and frustration from toothed fungus’.
After the bowmen had finished their work, 1 loan squig hopper remained, desperately trying to get to grips with his merry band of hunters. As one all six of the hunters released their hunting hawks at the voracious, bounding figure and the birds swept down pecking at the eyes of both the Gobbo and Mount, making short work of them.







In the middle of the battle line mighty Fergus, the giant, hurled an enormous stone toward the mangler squigs but due to their frenzy of movement Fergus was unable to hit them, the giant boulder sailed wide, almost hitting a unit of war dogs!

Gobboes turn 2

The Mangler squigs tore through a unit of dogs eating the lot, their handler narrowly escaped with his life, and began a desperate sprint full tilt back toward his own lines.. (he would eventually pass his leadership test in turn 4 right at the edge of the board. Turning to watch the battle unfold).




The previously squabbling large unit of gobboes moved up and released their fanatics… all 3 spun crazily, smashing the unit of hunting hounds into a fine red mist. They cackled gleefully while they spun around out of control. Again the dogs handler panicked and fled, unfortunately for him it was straight through a goblin fanatic, becoming tangled, both himself and the fanatic they died in a mutually grizzly manner, as the chain wrapped around both of their necks, they were hurled to the ground and their skulls were smashed apart simultaneously…

Smelling the blood in the air, the hero in the mouth of his squig mount was propelled forward by the beast as it desperately sped forward toward the man flesh!

The squig heard on the left flank was prodded forward, through the rocky pass, in the general direction of the large unit of Woad raiders, less an ordered march and more a mad scramble to get away from the goblins with sharp sticks, horns, cymbals and bagpipes the frenzied red fungus’ neared the exit of the pass.

A brutal magic phase by the gobboes showed the power of the little Waaagh!!! Was strong with them.

First one shaman attempted to cast squig lure,
Popping a mushroom into his mouth he could not utter the terrible spell with his mouth full and got the words wrong… arcane energies spiralled out from every orifice, mostly green but some brown, as the spell was torn from
his mind and his magical abilities lessened permanently.

Laughing at his idiotic friend the frenzied shaman turned his gaze toward the hunters. Terrible energies spilled forth, zapping both human and bird alike into char. When the smoke cleared only Diarmuid and his faithful hawk remained. Looking at his dead friends and family around him, Diarmuid entered a murderous rage, the thought of running never once crossing his mind… (rolled snake eyes for his leadership test😂)

Seeing the other two shamans having a good crack the runt of the magical trio wasn’t to be left out. Popping several fluorescent green shrooms into his gob he gleefully began to chant. With that, green fire enveloped goblin eyes and again magical power built…

“SHIZZZRRAK”

Green fire streaked from the little goblin straight at mighty Fergus, punching a small hole straight through the giants right ass cheek. Lazily Fergus reached down and scratched at the wound, mildly put out…

The little goblin howled in triumph, his mates less than impressed….

Albion turn 2

The head man of the village tapped his chariot driver on the shoulder. Pointing to their left. Skirting the side of the rocky pass the chariot driver saw the large unit of squigs emerging from the rocky outcrop. Whooping and hollering, naked and frenzied the chariot unit charged. They threw their javelins, several finding their mark, killing a few of the hated squigs. Horses, spears, scythes and chariots inflicted mass casualties instantly killing all but 3 squigs. Almost as soon as the large heard had appeared they were decimated. The impact hits, attacks and frenzied butchering of the Albionites was too much for the heard and handlers. 3 squigs did manage to drag a chariot down but to no avail, the battle belonged to the mad islanders and the handlers broke and ran, only to be run down and killed. Bounding, freaked out squigs inflicted a single wound on one chariot as they sped off in search of more opponents.

Diarmuid screamed in anguish as he ran forward toward the large unit of goblins that housed the offending shaman. Panicked by this sudden show of suicidal aggression, the goblins released their fanatics (thanks for the tactical nudge there Chris, true gentleman you are!) Such was their shock none had time to push the mad lads in the right direction, all 3 sailed pass Diarmuid to go sailing off around the battlefield. In his wild state Diarmuid even forgot to shoot or order his hawk to attack, keen as he was to get to grips with the shaman.




Tadhg muttered prayers of protection, beseeching his earthly mother to help he and his kin. Their woad glowed a warm deep blue and Tadg knew his prayers were answered. Shouting magically infused words of encouragement, Tadhg ensured each man’s attack would more easily find its mark… such was the power of the Druid, no one shaman could dispel his mighty arts!

Oisin, favoured of the lady and leader of the crazed Woad raiders raised his javelin.

“BRING THE UGLY BASTARDS DOWN LADS!!!!”

The Woad raiders hurled their Javelins at the mangler squigs, Conor included, several hitting with a satisfying and meaty thud, doing the beasts obvious injury. The crazed Woad raiders cheered, eager to get into close combat with their foe.

The mighty Fergus bent down and tore yet another boulder from the earth, with a deep, chesty roar the huge humanoid hurled the gargantuan stone. Similar in size to the mangler squigs, the rock hit them dead center, smashing them violently to the ground. For a moment all was silent… all eyes from
Both armies looked at the mangled heap on the ground… No one dared to even breathe. The prone forms of the monstrous squigs were still as statues. Then, slowly, a low whinging sound, like a dynamo winding up, was audible from deep inside the squigs… as the sound reached a crescendo, the terrible beasts were up and thrashing about once again, heavily wounded, green blood fountained about, half of one’s head staved inward, the other without most of its upper jaw, they hurled themselves toward the big man!




Gobbo turn 3

GizNit saw the chariots drawing closer to him. He needed to act fast before the deadly warmachines found him. Soiling himself in a most goblinoid fashion, GizNit clicked his red shod heels together three times. At once the whiplash threatened to tear his head off as, boots first, he was hurled through the air and well behind the enemy lines. Now THIS was where a goblin warlord belonged! Behind his foes ready to shank a kidney or 3! Rubbing his aching neck, Giz readied his trusty stikka!!!

The frenzied manglers bowled big Fergus over, scratching, biting and tearing they violently chewed into the Albion armies mightiest warrior! Fergus’ shocked scream was filled with pain, grabbing one squig in each of his meaty paws he tore them from his chest and neck, great hot gouts of blood fountained from his wounds, steaming in the chilly Albion air. Despite his slow wit, more the mind of a child really, Fergus knew his wounds were mortal, as the frenzied manglers hit the ground they began tearing about randomly. They inched closer and closer to his little friend the Druid, in the unit of his buddies, the noodie hoomanz. Fergus knew what he had to do and he was both scared and sad in equal measure.

The hero, within the mouth of his Squig, roared in triumph as his trusty mount made for the flank of the large unit of naked men. Against all probability the aggressive fungus made it all the way from the flank of the battlefield to the center, the large, rubbery, toothed ball smashed into the side of the main Albion combat block (rolled a 17 for random movement)

Despite the impetus of the attack the hero and his pet only managed to kill 3 Woad raiders. The frenzied soldiers attacked back wounding both greenskin and squig! Having their BSB Connor, together with their brothers in arms side by side and the weight of numbers the fight was an obvious win for the humans from the outset. Turning to face the suicidal Squig the Albionites readied to hack it to pieces! This didn’t faze the great squig however, who stubbornly refused to fall back (snake eyes for leadership AGAIN) much to the terror of the not so heroic Gobbo bigboss, now hiding behind the monsters left bicuspid!

The Gobbo shaman that had received the brain scrambling earlier charged clear from his unit, eager to get to grips with the lone hunt master… such was his frenzy he charged straight past 2 goblin fanatics. The hunt-master Diarmuid accepted the charge and the battle was on. Too great was the violent wrath of the little shaman and Diarmuid fell in short order to a flurry of stabs, bites and vicious blows to the balls by the hateful little magic user… Coming down from his murder lust, the little green bastard realised his precarious situation. Out in the open he was surrounded by his bat shit crazy, ball swinging kin. He half “consolidated” half dove for cover behind the same rocky fence line the hunters had so recently held themselves.

Albion turn 3

Seeing the green and red blur arc not so gracefully from the woods. The village head man and what was left of his chariot unit wheeled about, speeding toward the Gobbo war boss as he stood doing circles, dusting off his ass after his landing. The chariot men threw their javelins, 2 missing but 2 finding their mark. The tricky little goblin snarled as the iron tipped missiles were deflected from his not so finely wrought armour!




Fergus’ vision was blurry, his long lanky limbs were going cold and numb. His giants blood felt hot, as it flowed in torrents down his body, large enough to drown a man. With a forlorn look, all most puppy like, in the direction of his little magic friend, Fergus the giant threw himself down upon the first of mangler squigs. No amount of shamanic tattoos could save him as the act of mutually assured destruction resulted in a small localised earthquake. Within the desperate cut and thrust of battle against the goblin hero’s squig, Tadhg felt the tremor in the earth. Risking a glance back over his shoulder Tadhg felt a pang of sorrow as he saw his gigantic friend laying bloodied and shredded among the gelatinous ichor of the now very dead mangler squigs

“FERGUS!!!!!”

The Druid cried, as the full weight of what the giant did to save his little friends dawned on him. A giant with the mental capacity no more advanced than a small child. A truly innocent soul, taken in cruel and needless war.

Focusing again on the battle Tadhg uttered a spell to call the blessings of the mother to shield he and his kin. Just as the winds were harnessed to him they were diverted. The little Gobbo who had lost his power over his squigs giggled maniacally as his shiny trinket not only stopped Tadhg’s spell but copied it as well!
Tadhg swore as he slammed his staff on the ground, instantly lending energy to his fellows, giving to them the valour of their ancestors!

2 more Woad warriors were felled to the big squig, the goblin within too scared to poke his foul little head out. Jabbing and slicing with their spears the Woad warriors took a terrible tole on the gigantic angry fungus. The hero Connor dealt the decisive blow of the fight, to the squigs jaw, severing part of it at the hinge. Now devoid of its main weapon the squig made to run, only to be pursued and cut down by the frenzied Woad raiders.

Night goblins Turn 4

Da boss GizNit, only slightly panicked by the encroaching chariots, again clicked the magic boots heels together 3 times.. once again he was off, a little green/black blur and he was plonked bodily behind the large unit of frenzied humans.

With no real way to safely combat the enemy the two large Gobbo units held their ground and braced. Da Boyz in the right most unit, where the crazed shaman had charged out of were smashed asside bodily as 5 of their number were reduced to jellied lumps, 2 of their own fanatics careened wildly back through their own lines…

The frenzied little Gobbo glared at the Woad raiders and fried 3 more with his spiteful intent. The winds of magic were kinder to the Albionites this phase however, as they blew weekly and the magic phase ended.

Albion turn 4

Casting a glance to their left the head man and his remaining chariot turned to face the larger threat of the big block of boys on the left flank, the readied themselves to scythe down greenskins…

Conor gave the signal and as one the unit of fanatical mad men wheeled to see goblin boss behind them.

In the Albion magic phase the wind blew strong. Tadhg drew upon the healing winds of his mistress and 3 of the naked fanatics, devoted of the goddess got back to their feet, recalled to battle, their wounds knitted before everyone’s eyes. Tadhg again attempted to call upon his mother to protect he and his kin, the foul greenskins. Terrified of the glowing blue war paint siphoned away the winds, suffocating the spell.
Enraged Tadhg forced magical intent into his words, attempting to inspire his fellows with magical valour, again, scared of what such mighty foes may do once augmented, the vile little greenskins thwarted the Druid.

“There’s the little fekker! I want his brain ball fer me fireside!” Screamed Connor…

The Woad raiders, as one, hurled their javelins. The sun was almost blotted from the sky as a hoard of sharp deadly projectiles rained down upon the Gobbo war-boss with the fabulous shoes… one struck him through the thigh, a high pitched squeal escaped his lips, yet another pierced through his forearm. He had been dealt two grievous wounds, as the black shafted and barbed javelins threatened to snuff him out. With a desperate cry the warboss readied his little booted feet to click together once again..

Night gobboes turn 5

GizNit clicked his heels together for all he was worth, flying through the air the two javelins were wrenched free by the acceleration. The warbosses high pitched scream and curses could be heard all the way to Bola-hat!

2 fanatics left in front of the goblin lines swung crazily out of control and splattered each-other, blood and brains made a modern art masterpiece upon the battlefield.

Another magic phase, dominated by the strength of the goblinoid Waaagh!!! Magic (seriously take fucking dispel scrolls vs Gobbos, their magic is SO strong)

More Woad raiders fell as vindictive flares were aimed at their unit. Of the original 20 men, only 14 remained…

The little Gobbo runt chewed shrooms at a frenetic pace, drool oozing from the side of his mouth, as one pupil displayed and the other squeezed to a pin prick. Shaking his shiny magical trinket he cast the shielding spell of the Albionites on the BSB’s unit next to his own.

Albion turn 5

“HAIL TO THE MORHER!”
The head man cried as scythed chariots flew Into the big block of gobboes, the drivers and warriors hurled javelines into the unit as they charged, killing 3




Conor turned the unit of Woad raiders to face the threat of the oncoming goblin warriors, now with magical protection of their own. He prepared his men for one last decisive conflict as the sun began to dip below the horizon…
Both armies were mauled. Another terrible tole had been taken on both sides and while the healing energies of the earth mother could raise his dead, they needed time and safety in which to enact the magical rites.

Tadhg drew upon the powers of the earth, great and powerful roots of magic shot down to the bedrock as he willed the power into his hands, gesturing to his men around him the power flowed, first like a stream, then more intense, like a river, then, as if the very banks of the magical waterway broke, a torrent of magical power flooded out of him, casting a spell of protection on he and all his fellows, their blue woad paint glowed, an eye searing white as the mothers protection strengthened each man’s individual wards.

Tadhg grinned as he felt his spell take hold. Gesturing to the chariots he attempted to return to them vitality and health, that had been taken earlier in the battle but the crazy Gobbo shamans would have none of it and dispelled his attempt. Not wanting to be thwarted again Tadhg used magical filled words of valour, shouted toward the charioteers but once more, his power was smothered by the goblins.

No less than 16 of the menacing little dark robed fungi were cut down by either horse, spear, or scythe as the impact of the chariots hit home. The screams and wails of the dying were drowned out by the ferocious war cries of the 4 Albionites atop the chariots. One little goblin that hurled his shoe from the back hit the head man in the temple and rocked him senseless for a moment giving him a minor wound. The terrified goblins rallied around their banner however and stood firm (little assholes rolled a double 1 for their leadership 😂)

Night goblins turn 6

Seeing his chance to stab someone in the flank, the little Gobbo Warboss clicked his heels and flew onto the flank of the chariot combat.

The unit originally inhabited by the crazed shaman, the one still housing the bsb on the right flank, marched forward, calling their magic man to them the shaman gratefully headed for the unit, eager to put as many bodies between he and the unit of fighting men of Albion as he could.

With a spiteful gaze, more Albionites fell though their Woad paint protected them from the worst of it.

GizNit impacted the chariot driver, in a frenzy of violence, with what could only be described as a good old fashioned, prison style, kidney shanking, the chariot driver was murdered. The chariot swung wildly out of control and as GizNit jumped clear, with an evil little giggle, the headman was thrown from his chariot. With a moist crunch, his head smashed against a rock, killing him instantly. The single solitary chariot left managed to kill 2 more goblins but it was no use. Knowing he was out numbered and after seeing the head man of his village laying in a crumpled heap upon the field, the final chariot driver flees, only the be chased and cut down by the flying Gobbo war boss.

Albion turn 6

Conor MacEan didn’t need to give the word. Even if he had not wanted to charge into the unit of goblins before him the men would not have listened, such was their battle lust. Hurling their javelins 6 goblins fell. what remained of the battered unit of Woad raiders and their two hero’s charged the goblins. The wet work was savage and visceral. Bronze spear heads worked back and forth as goblinoids were cut down left and right. The Banner of the sun king seemed to shine bright and gleam in the Albion night, as tru darkness approached after sunset the unit of Woad raiders were like a final bastion of light, holding the blackness at bay. The crazed Gobbo shaman confronted the Druid, spitting a guttural challenge in common. Hefting his ceremonial staff in one hand the Druid stretched out the other toward the green menace. With a gesture known the worlds over as “come get it” the little Gobbo charged at him. Both magic users struck and parried, blow after blow. Neither able to get it over the other.

The Gobbos faltered. The not so heroic bsb dropped his banner and began to run. This caused a panic in the rest of them as they turned to flee as one. The were fast. By the MOTHER they ran as if the very hounds of hell were upon them and in a way, maybe they were. For as fast as they were, the men of Albion, terrible in their fury, were that much faster. Chasing them, they cut each and every goblin down to a man. Taking both the bsb and mage as captives to be fed into the wicker man and burned, as a sacrifice to the goddess.




What was left of the goblin force, lead by the wounded Warboss, fled. Leaving the field to the victorious Albionites. The Village was safe and Connor had finally managed to break the back of Waaagh!!! GizNit.

In the aftermath, as they tended their wounded and dead Conor saw a glinting from the mouth of one of the magler squigs. Tentatively he bent down. Taking his knife he cut deep into the stinking gums of the beast, loosening a tooth and freeing the object. It was a resplendent blade of darkest obsidian. Conor felt it’s weight, perfectly balanced, leaf bladed and the hilted in the Albion style. A fine blade, Conor though to himself. He tucked the tool of war away and continued on, assisting with the injured and the dead.

(Conor got a 50pt magic item for the roll on the victory table)

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