To kick off our Mordheim campaign, we held a multi-player battle which would determine the starting locations of all warbands involved. As the campaign progresses we will hold other multi-player games which will offer some sort of bonus to the winning side. For the purposes of these multi-player games, we've divided ourselves into "Good" or "Evil" forces respectively. Luckily, with the six players in our campaign group we are divided evenly down the middle; Three good warbands, and three evil ones.
"Like moths to the flame, the blind sheep come bounding out of the woodwork. From all corners of the Old World, warbands of all sorts come to stake their claim in the City of the Damned. In these early days of the mass pilgrimage to Mordheim's borders, a few warbands of just hearts learned of a caravan of wicked warriors making their way to the forsaken city. The forewarned 'good' warbands mutually agreed that the purification of Mordheim must first begin by delaying the approach of this unsavoury lot. With that in mind, they lay in wait within small bordertown. There they waited...and waited.
When finally the evil forces reached the ambush site, it was a band of rogue Reiklanders who first stepped into the righteous warriors' trap. Witchhunters, and Sisters of Sigmar descended upon the treacherous warband giving them no quarter. But as the Reiklanders fell to this assault, a second wave of evil journeyed into the city gates.
Perhaps too ambitious, the Dwarves who lay in hiding charged into the fray. Four of the stunty fighters fell one after the other from a higher level of the city, crashing to the ground at the feet of an Undead horde, flanked almost unnoticed by a Skaven force. It was at this point that the battle seemed it may sway to the favour of the evil forces.
For some time a fierce combat filled the main street of town. Sisters, and Witchhunters collided with the undead horde, as the Skaven lurked around the western flank. Sneaking through ruins and rubble, the vile rodents went nearly undetected. Thanks be to the Dwarves for dwindling their numbers before they could escape the confines of the border town and continue their advance on Mordheim. Seeing their chances of survival vanishing quickly, the Skaven horde fled the scene, leaving only the Vampire Frederik Von Hast and his Undead band of warriors in the thick of the battle.
Wise to the ways of combat and military tactics, Frederik retreated with his shambling host of villains into the shadows from whence they came. As daylight spread once again across the small town, the forces of good congratulated each other on a job well done. Cautiously, they bid one another fair well, knowing that the next time they meet it may be on the battlefield, and their allegiances may no longer be the same.
Be weary brave warriors, for Mordheim, and the power of the Shadowlord have a way of twisting even the most just of hearts."
"Like moths to the flame, the blind sheep come bounding out of the woodwork. From all corners of the Old World, warbands of all sorts come to stake their claim in the City of the Damned. In these early days of the mass pilgrimage to Mordheim's borders, a few warbands of just hearts learned of a caravan of wicked warriors making their way to the forsaken city. The forewarned 'good' warbands mutually agreed that the purification of Mordheim must first begin by delaying the approach of this unsavoury lot. With that in mind, they lay in wait within small bordertown. There they waited...and waited.
When finally the evil forces reached the ambush site, it was a band of rogue Reiklanders who first stepped into the righteous warriors' trap. Witchhunters, and Sisters of Sigmar descended upon the treacherous warband giving them no quarter. But as the Reiklanders fell to this assault, a second wave of evil journeyed into the city gates.
Perhaps too ambitious, the Dwarves who lay in hiding charged into the fray. Four of the stunty fighters fell one after the other from a higher level of the city, crashing to the ground at the feet of an Undead horde, flanked almost unnoticed by a Skaven force. It was at this point that the battle seemed it may sway to the favour of the evil forces.
For some time a fierce combat filled the main street of town. Sisters, and Witchhunters collided with the undead horde, as the Skaven lurked around the western flank. Sneaking through ruins and rubble, the vile rodents went nearly undetected. Thanks be to the Dwarves for dwindling their numbers before they could escape the confines of the border town and continue their advance on Mordheim. Seeing their chances of survival vanishing quickly, the Skaven horde fled the scene, leaving only the Vampire Frederik Von Hast and his Undead band of warriors in the thick of the battle.
Wise to the ways of combat and military tactics, Frederik retreated with his shambling host of villains into the shadows from whence they came. As daylight spread once again across the small town, the forces of good congratulated each other on a job well done. Cautiously, they bid one another fair well, knowing that the next time they meet it may be on the battlefield, and their allegiances may no longer be the same.
Be weary brave warriors, for Mordheim, and the power of the Shadowlord have a way of twisting even the most just of hearts."
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