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Set-up for my game of Arcworlde against @irredeemable where we play round 2. Will I win again or shall the score be settled? Lets find out!
Miraculously, Bayourk Chieftain ‘Pierce-assed’ Pete survived being riddled with arrows in the previous fight with the humans. Spending a fortnight healing, aided by the Brewboys and Witchdoktas, he was eager to get even. They scouted the land and waited for the humans. They watched. Waited. Silent. The time would soon be right…
Captain Hawthorne had been going over maps in his tent while the men rested after setting up camp. They were tucking into their provisions after a long day on the march back to Fort Gamford. One of the men let out a shout. The Captain ran out of his tent. With his training he swiftly ordered his men to take up arms and enter a line formation. He hadn’t got a bearing on the situation yet but better to be ready and find out than the opposite. Thankfully he hadn’t retired for the evening yet and still wore his armour and blades. The sun was going down, and over the other side of the ruins against the orange light of the summer sun the Bayourks sprinted toward them.
The Albionnbicans barely took the hill before the Bayourks reached their lines. Further back, Hawthorne attempted to set up a few fire corridors, attempting to make the best of their position due to the brutally swift attack of the Swampfolk. He was a sharp man, and given the situation and time he felt best to set up makeshift no-man’s-lands. The Bayourks were deadly in a fight, and they would be killed in straight up melee. Hawthorne, an expert with the blade and Valedictorian at the Fontaine Fencing College in his youth, would rather fight a raging bull in a bareknucked boxing match.
The Chieftain was eager for revenge, making short work of two Halberiers but not coming out unscathered either.
Hawthorne knew he could not save his men if he joined the fight. He weighed up the situation in front of him. At best, and coldly, he could use their sacrifice to flank the chieftain, potentially, with slim odds, winning or at least buying time for the rest of his men.
The Albionnicans however, were spread thin and faced a two-pronged attack:
To be continued…
Will the Albionnicans stand firm? Will the Bayourks feast on man-flesh? What will become of Captain Hawthorne? Tune in tonight at some point!
