We hit back, oscar euthanising a Wolf that stood between us and all of the archers.
MZeta is in a bad spot but sets about improving those odds. He's too fatigued to use Shieldwall leaving offense as the only defense.
Hang on in there, Bro
Both Wolfrider's disengage from HeroicBloodshed to go attack oscar - maybe dissuaded by his Shieldwall.
Andnjord and Hoodoo press the Ambushers hard, cutting one down and taking its position on the raised ground. Not only that, but our stubborn defense is starting to get the cowardly greenskins to question fighting us!
HeroicBloodshed kills another Wolf and steps up to support MZeta.
Just when it looked like things were getting better, one of our Bros gets picked apart
And the final blow is delivered to MZeta
Clever girl.
Azira and Andnjord hack apart a goblin as it tries to flee. We just need to man the fuck up and kill two, maybe three more to see the dawn.
Hoodoo takes out the mount of a heavily wounded Wolfrider and another flees from the beleaguered oscar.
The other stands his ground despite Azira moving into contact, cleaving oscar's knee!
Never say die :ehue:
Unfortunately, the confident Wolfrider is beating the shit out of HeroicBloodshed, who's just trying to hold out.
It's working! Or, rather, it was - after deflecting two strikes with his shield, the last lands solidly on his helmet.
Next turn and the Wolfrider proves too quick. RIP
HeroicBloodshed
We won't be avenging you.
The final Skirmisher is forced away from oscar and goes down fighting.
It's over. It's really over. We survived!
We can't keep this up. The blood of too many Bros has watered the soil. There are no others willing to take their place. I fear this is the end.
And for what? A few scraps of food, a few bits of scrap iron? It's all been for nothing.
The ambush happened on the road right outside of Kampstadt. The streets are deserted as our bloodied quartet stagger into the city.
Azira has been a rock at the heart of our battle-line, even coming out of that final battle largely unscathed.
oscar has surpassed every expectation I had of him. The vagabond's foot has been maimed, his legs hamstrung, his shoulder injured and his arms pierced. He probably looks like The Nameless One.
Hoodoo was a reliable threat alongside oscar before turning into a one-man machete rape gang. Gambling with his life will see him in a early grave, but that day is not day.
Andnjord is looking more and more like a Nosferatu every battle. The thief will probably want to stick to the shadows when all this is over.
And so our journey ends where so many others have begun. We've enough gold to keep the ale flowing all night long.
oscar is the first to post in the DRUNKEN THREAD, quickly followed by Andnjord and then Hoodoo.
Finally, well after the others, Azira starts to slur on the 8th round,