War of the Rings Battle Report
Battle # 1: How Have the Mighty Fallen
August 18, 2011
Forces of Good:
Shrap: The Dwarf Holds
Forces of Evil:
Fox: Elves (Corrupted)
This paired match took place on a 4 x 6 board at the Crazy Squirrel Game Store. Terrain was mutually agreed upon by the players prior to the Priority Roll.
Optional rules for Multi-Player games (WoTR RB p. 261) were not used during this battle.
The High Ground (p. 77)
A large hill was placed in the center of the field and named Defensible Terrain with a 4+ Defense Bonus, and a capacity of four companies. Both parties agreed, in this case, twice normal movement was also required to both ascend and descend the hill, and charge bonuses were nullified.
Several large forest terrain areas encapsulated the remainder of the battlefield. These were labeled difficult terrain.
With this being our first official battle, our group bypassed the several intriguing deployment options in the rule book, instead simply opting to place our units on our chosen side of the battlefield as close to the table edge as possible.
The wet grass warmed to the ray of sun at dawn. A thousand steadfast boots, men of Gondor and proud Dwarves, soon ground the moist blades into trodden dirt. A hill lay a hundred of yards away, with all eyes upon the tall sloping rock. Massed beyond, spears forming a horizon of pain, were hundreds of Elves who have fallen to the seductive lies of Sauron. Galadriel, once loyal to the rays of light and hope, appeared amongst a rank of troops – laughing maniacally, power drunk and full of hatred.
Men surveyed and confirmed the elves present: 3 companies of the High elf cohort, 2 companies of High elf regiments, 3 companies of Haldir's elves, Galadriel, Gil Galad, and Haldir, all corrupted.
Dwarves spit in defiance, swearing through their beards, and the young archers of gondor grasped their quivers tight for reassurance. The terror of unearthly Elvish blood could be felt even at this distance.
Numbers described the power of Gondor this day, for a nearly uncountable array of young men with bows and some with swords stood ready to march and claim that hill. Aragorn, proud and strong, was rumored to be on the field, hidden with rangers and hopefully appearing when needed most.
Gondor Cavalry were noticeably absent.
Dwarves with short bows stood center of their side, some with pipes filled with strong Shire weed to improve accuracy, as their wives would jest in happier times. To the left, the mighty Gimli led three companies of warriors with Two Handed Weapons directly across from the emerging arcane spirits beyond. Near the hill, bound and determined, A Dwarf Warrior Kinband with axes and shields moved to support their Gondor allies.
Slowly emerging from the forest, an unspeakable evil arrived to blight the dawn. Barely visible ghostlike beings, Fallen Kings from an age long past, arrived along with more terrifying large creatures. To the right of the Elves, suddenly appearing on the battlefield, a hundred undead spirits, weapons at the ready, began to swiftly take place near the woodland cover. To further the fear, ghostly cavalry appeared on the field, seeming to materialize from the mists above the grass, only to reveal the most profane manifestations of dark sorcery.
A Carn Dum warband, led by a terrifying Wring Wraith, stood dead center – the heart of the dark forces, the brutish and fearsome men screaming in rage before the first foot advanced.
Along the ranks of the proud Gondor soldiers, Captain ordered men to hold their ground at the terrifying visage. The normal mirth prior to battle, for the Dwarves, had suddenly ceased.
With the waive of the Ringwraith’s cloaked hand, the Forces of evil surged forward.
To Be Continued …..