As Marcus looked down from the rocky crag where his bolt throwers were stationed his keen elf eyes could detect a wave of fear washing of fear washing over the rat spawn, their line beginning to breakup while loyal elf soldiers poured through the gaps in the line. “Keep pounding them with white feathered death my friends for this battle is almost over. “ as Marcus finished the order he turned his gaze to the west, what he saw lifted his heart, the silver helm and dragon prince cavalry were racing to slam into the flank of the mass of skaven. Immediately he took up his longbow and fired a warning shot down to the archers on the lower cliff. This was to tell them to that the cavalry were charging. The archers immediately started to fire at the opposite side of the skaven army. As Marcus was about to give the order to fire he felt a tremor in the ground. A burst of earth from behind the bolt throwers immediately carried any thoughts of what the tremor was away. “Swords, swords! Defend the bolt throwers!” Marcus shouted even as he ran to confront this new enemy. “Hold the line, may these foul rat spawn never touch our precious bolt throwers.” Marcus said as he reached the line the crews of the bolt throwers were forming.


As the rat-spawn charged with their wickedly curved blades Marcus lashed out in unison with the crew killing four out of what appeared to be a group seven. The rat spawn desperately tried to kill the elves, but the elves were to fast for them to get a strike at and they fled back down the hole they had come from. A cheer then arose from the crew. As the elves went back to work Marcus plugged up the hole with a great stone. When Marcus strode to survey the battle field once again the skaven were fleeing en masse. Being perused quickly by the cavalry alaneth the ancient and prince Munio who had been busy with the enemy artillery smashed into the fleeing mass of skaven, alaneth’s breath setting hundreds alight with fire and terror while prince Munio expertly cleaved into the mass with his great sword of gold. This was a victory that could be sung about for ages…..