|Cuan na Banrigh|
The Queen's Hound, armed with a sharp, heavy axe and protected by enchanted tattoos and the Witch's Brew
The trip to the secret cave holding the sacred Dallag, whose power was said to hold together the alliance of the People of the Woods and the Men of the Valleys, had been easy. Too easy really, and the Earl suspected that the enemy would not let them go as easily.
|The march begins. The mounted Foresters with their latches leading the way. The Spearmen on the right are carrying the Chest said to contain the sacred relic.|
Some enemy horsemen showed behind his right so the Earl sent his Lances to see them off and they did so in short order. But the enemy rallied not far away as an unnatural mist rolled out of a small wood heading for the Lancers. As the mist rolled over them there was suddenly a ferocious battle cry followed by the screams of men and horses and a stream of bloodied men and horses fled past the Earl and disappeared up a mountain glen from which none ever returned.
|Cuan na Banrigh, hidden in a magical mist, routs the Midlandish cavalry.|
The mounted crossbows spurred ahead to seize and hold the clearing along the road home. Out of the woods sprang a fresh band of wild tribesmen and despite boldly defending themselves, the horsemen were forced to fallback only to be ambushed again and scattered to the winds.
|A Raven's eye view of the battle field. The Midlandish forces are down to the Earl's Household and 2 Schiltrons. The West Folk have not lost any units.|
|Unable to resist the urge to draw blood the Queen's Guard drives the Midlandish spearmen back.|
|The Earl glares at the enemy scouts as his last unit of spearmen lugs the sacred chest to safety.|