Previous chapters in this campaign: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three
Welcome back everyone, to what's going to be a slightly different instalment of Tales from the Auld World. Today we follow the survivors of the Lizardmen ambush as they venture into the temple city of Huixtlan. Unlike previous games where we've used prewritten scenarios and the normal Warhammer rules, this time we wrote the scenario ourselves, and modified the rules so each model acted individually. If you're interested in the scenario we wrote, you can find it, along with a few other scenarios and rules for Warhammer and other games, here (the document called "Warhammer - Raiders of the Lost Temple").
But without further ado, let's get on with the game...
Before the Battle
The temple was dazzling even in its overgrown state. Drakon, despite being the hard-hearted Priest that he was, couldn't help but marvel at its construction. The Sanctellan Sigmaris in Marienburg was the only building outside of Altdorf he thought its equal. These lizardmen had created a monument to past glory, a titanic construction of stone and jewel with intricate and unfathomable designs. That said it was alien and wrong. This place had never seen the touch of human hands and Drakon dreaded to think what lay beyond on its towering threshold.
"Halt!" The war altar lurched to a stop and he dismounted. "Men, you have pulled tirelessly, and for that I thank you," he said to the mere two dozen who had survived the ambush.
"Praise Sigmar for our strength!" shouted the young acolyte, who had amazingly helped put down the powerful lizard that had led the attack, along with the swordsmen and knights.
"You common men stay here and rest," Drakon intoned. "Those of us who are thoroughly blessed will enter this place, it is as I saw in my visions and Sigmar wills we will find what we were sent for." As Drakon finished the hard worked state troops let out a sigh of relief, and his remaining knights began donning their armour.
He still had doubts, in himself naturally not his god. He hadn't been able to parse any more on the long journey here, despite the fevers of disease which had come and gone like the tides of his home – giving him spiralling visions. Drakon still didn't know what they were looking for, but by Sigmar they would find it here he dearly hoped. As they were about to enter the temple a cry went up. One of the men had found the ragged red jacket of the fleet's inquisitor. It seemed the witch hunter may have survived being dragged off then, perhaps even now he was inside and knew what it was they sought. Only one way to find out, Drakon mused as they adopted a loose formation and mounted the temple steps.
The Battle
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| An Empire foot knight and swordsman engage one of the Temple's guardians, swiftly dispatching the skink. |
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| Those who have survived the various traps and denizens of the temple ready themselves to enter the final chamber. Within lies a captured witch hunter and who knows what else. |
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| After a vicious melee in the heart of the Temple Drakon is laid low by the skink priest Ticotl and his sacrificial dagger. The victory is short lived however as warrior priest Timon charges the skink in the rear and repays his master's injury. |
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| Along with the last remaining swordsman Timon dashes for the exit of the temple pursued by furious lizardmen. Outside, the other Empire force has made it to Huixtlan but it will take a lot to rescue the temple raiders and make off with the booty. |
After the Battle
Deep within the temple, cunningly reflected by a series of mirrors and shafts, the light of the Sun God Chotec gleamed on the obsidian dagger as Ticotl drew it from the sacrificial victim, lines of fire running along its edge. Around him was the sound of steel on scales, as the handful of Humans that had made it this far into the temple tried to get away with whatever loot they could get their thieving hands on. Ticotl was a little nervous that any of them had managed to get so close to him at all, but with the Sun God’s blessing now upon the Lizardmen, how could the Humans escape them!
He saw the enemy’s head priest turn his back and rush for the door. Ticotl sprang after him, raising the dagger high. Even before the blade made contact he felt resistance, the New God’s heathen power extinguishing the flames that enwrapped it. His enemy’s faith didn’t save him from the sharpened stone however, and the dagger sunk deep into the Human’s back, and he fell. Ticotl heard the voices in his head rise to a crescendo of triumph. He felt invincible – right up to the point something hit him on the back of the head and everything went dark.
Next time: Can the Empire invaders make it away with their stolen goods? Have we seen the last of the Elves? Join us next time to find out.
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