Ironhide grew desperate. The Menites were closing in. To his right the Avatar of Menoth was lingering and terrorizing his troops. Up front one of his full blood trolls had just succumbed to a Dervish slicing him up. His champions had died one by one. Nearly all of his Kriel Warriors were already gone. It wouldn’t be long before his troops were overrun and defeated.
It was time for one last play. He send a few of the scribes towards the Avatar, to prevent the hulking machine from crushing his right flank completely. Then he spotted something through the bushes and hedges. Moving closer he saw Amon, the Menite warcaster, just standing there, his chain ball at the ready.
Madrak saw his lone chance to turn the table in this battle. He inched forward and gathered all his strength. He picked up Rathrok, heaved it over his head and threw it at Amon. The look on the enemy warcasters face was one of total suprise as suddenly a huge axe struck him dead center in the chest.
Madrak just sunk to the ground, happy to have survived this ordeal. He rallied what was left of his troops and secured the area. The Menites were retreating in complete shock after the loss of their leader.
Krul looked back through the underbrush towards Captain Gunnbjörn. The troll warlock started an invocation while walking over to him, Krul could see the faint glow of the runes. Then he felt a surge of energy go through him. Both his scope and his rifle started glowing for a moment before fading back to that rusted brown.
Krul nodded and turned to his men. Putting his scope to his eye he surveyed the enemy lines. Inexplicably the enemy warcaster had exposed himself some in the middle of the enemy formation. Not something Krul would have expected from the old man.
The Bushwhacker leader gave his men a sign and as a unit they moved forward. Coming into view of the enemy he could see them starting to realize their mistake. But before the Menites could do anything, he ordered his men to aim and fire on Severius.
Adding all their strength to his own shot, Krul carefully aimed at the warcaster and the unit let loose one giant volley.
When the smoke cleared he couldn’t see Severius anymore. What he saw was his subordinates frantically running towards their leader, their warjacks powering down and most of the troops turning away and leaving the battle field.
“I think we are done here” Krul said to his men. They turned around and walked back to their kin.
Every year in October board game fans from all over the world descent on Essen in Germany. 30 years ago the international gaming days were first held. It is the largest gaming fair in the world and in recent years well over 100.000 people come to Essen.
I first went there in 2002, and have been there nearly every year. In 2003 Alex and I first saw WARMACHINE at the fair and spontaneously bought two starter sets. In 2004 and 2005 we helped out at the booth of Privateer Press.
Essen is a yearly fixture on my calendar, even if I skipped a couple of them. This year I actually planned my visit a little more. In recent years I started to read a few comics, either on recommendation or because I got them as gifts. So I had a look before the fair to decide which comics I wanted to pursue. Parallel to the gaming fair ComicAction is held. Comic book authors and artists are there as well as a bunch of stores selling all kinds of comics.
Unfortunately I wasn’t able to procure the top items on my list – namely the second volume of Kevin Smith’s run of Green Hornet and the second volume of The Shadow in Trade Paperback. Yet I still managed to haul about 120€ worth of comics away from the fair.
This is my haul:
The battle was still raging on around them, but Skaldi Bonehammer wasn’t in fighting mood right now. He had just finished off that hellish machine, the Death Jack. His buddy Grom was sitting beside him, breathing heavily. The rest of their unit was still fighting, but Skaldi had opened the keg of beer he carried and was sharing it with Grom.
Then, out of the corner of his eye he caught a movement. Just glimpses of a dark hooded figure moving through the woods and behind the column. Without thinking Skaldi dropped the keg, and with a loud roar stepped over Grom and the still smoldering remains of the helljack in front of him.
The Cryxian warwitch was actually surprised to see him and recoiled in horror. He couldn’t blame her. He sure made an awesome sight. Beer dripping off his face, fury in his eyes and his mighty hammer raised above his head.
That hammer was the last thing that wretched Cryxian bitch saw before he send her soul – if she even had such a thing – back to her lord and master.