There will be Battle Tonight

Setrad crawled out from under his furs. The chill air in the morning was very cold and he wanted nothing more than to crawl back under the warmth the furs provided. Setrad didn't like the Mountains. Ratspawn had led them up here, away from the troubles that the man-things brought with them. But more trouble had lay in wait.

Stunty beard-things had challenged Ratspawns right to travel these lands. Ratspawn had swept them away with a wave of his hands. The Dwarf-things had screamed and yelled, but in the end, they were good eating, and we did feast.

We had travelled deeper into the Mountains and set up camp only two days when we were attacked. Tracked by the evil of the council of 13. It was Kreeklaw's Skruten Raiders again. They had attacked us almost 9 months ago. Backed by Clan Skryre previously, Ratspawn and his Rat Ogres were victorious. But this time, Kreeklaw did not rely on the random machines of the Skryre clan. Instead he was relying on the force of the horde. Hundreds of skaven skittered around in front of us. It was difficult to come to grips with them.
Ratspawn had announced that Kreeklaw must die. Anything else was unacceptable.
The battle had been long and bloody. As night began to fall, we gathered our wounded and left the field. Loosses on both sides had been great. The battle was very even, but Kreeklaw had lived. Ratspawn, took the news hard. The messenger died quickly in the maw of the great Ratspawn.

To Ratspawn this was a defeat. We had failed to do the one thing he had wanted us to accomplish. All he kept saying was that we would have to fight again. Kreeklaw was working for the council, this much we knew. He would regather his forces and track us again. So Ratspawn ordered us out of the mountains.

As we turned to go, the dwarf-things showed up again. Blocking our retreat, their anvil struck loud and clear. The clash was again bloody and many fine Rat Ogres fell that day. Ratspawn even made a strategic withdrawl, but in the end, the Rat Ogres held firm. And neither side seem to have the upper hand at the end of the day.

When the dwarf-things withdrew back into their stronghold, we moved on down the mountain. It was not far now to make it back to the fields and grasslands, where we had called home. It has been a month now since we had left. But at the base of the mountain, more dwarf things. They were blocking our way, and there was no way around it. They did not want us to leave this mountain.

Ratspawn called a halt to our march and we rested for the night. He has drawn up his battle plans, but has yet to share them with me. I can see him standing amongst the Rat Ogres that follow him so blidly. Faith I use to have in him. As he stretches, he easily stands 13 big paws, high and towers over the Rat Ogres. I barely reach to his knees by comparison.

But I am not blind, I have seen doubt coursing through the army of late. While once we seemed almost invincible, lately, we have been anything but. I check my equipment and walk up the path to where he is. There will be battle tonight.

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As mentioned, I am having another battle tonight. My 5th League game. Against another Dwarf player. This is 3 dwarf armies in 4 battles. Well at least I'll have them play tested well.

Should have a Battle Report next week. Uggh, I just realized I forgot my camera. So no pics. Sorry.