Kings of War - Narrative Campaign

Night Stalkers vs Herd 600 points - Bounty 

Feel the integrity of the ether veil weaken as our dimensions inexorably dance and intertwine. The fluttering boundary between planes at once being thicker here then thinner there. From solid oak to thin smoke we slip between to your world. Dream now mortal for nightmares come, I am legion for we are many.

The following is an excerpt from annals of Mage Walter C. Gould chronicler of Bilvade Magical Atheneum:

Whilst passing through the dark marshes beyond Faulkmar. The travelling Sage Medulla tells of a cairn circle in which he found himself. On sitting upon the central mound voices of spirits whispered to him speaking the the history of the marsh and deep scars of an evil past. The Herd peoples of the Remane's tribe that dwell in that land found themselves set upon by creatures which stalked the night. From Medulla’s account a small war band consisting of two centaur units armed with either bow or spear had been marked with a nightmare curse drawing the creatures to them. A small troop of fawn hunters bearing bows along with a pack of howling werewolves came to their aid.

The dank of marsh and swamp land went cold and silent until a piercing chittering from the undergrowth surrounded them. As the darkness approached, shapes could be seen through the shadowy mist. Shifting forms suggested teeth and terribly malformed figures slowly shambling towards them. The bravery of the herd however, shone through as they called trophies upon the biggest of these nightmare creatures.

As they set too, the herd lines loosed arrows upon the largest of the hulking Shadow creatures to little effect. Giant blood leeching worms sprouted from the ooze, ugly fang filled mouths sort to suck the herd folk dry. A human sized horror could be heard casting incantations upon a group of giant cleaver wielding butchers surging them forth.

Swift manoeuvring centaur archers along the werewolves drove down the night stalkers right flank. A further volley of arrows fell upon the blood worms, killing many and sending the others slithering deep into the bog from which they had come. Unperturbed the shadow hulk and butchers continued towards the centaur spearmen. While chanting the horror unleashed gouts of flame upon the fawn hunters causing them to scatter. 

The herd flanking units could now swept round behind the large beasts need to collect their trophies. Spurred on by confidence centaur an werewolf duel changed the four armed shadow hulk. But the beast shrugged of the attacks as if batting away children, tearing the werewolves limb from limb. Meanwhile the butchers tasting hot blood in their nostrils trapped the spear centaurs within the marsh, hacking them to pieces while they wavered mired in the mud.

Thus the battle ended, the shadows stalking onwards leaving the broken and quivering bodies of the fair herd folk in their wake.

Forever after the shadow hulk would be known as “Umbra Limb Ripper” gained additional an attack. The butchers now known as “The Carnificor” gained rallying (1).