Our mission is to isolate, and kill as many ghols as humanely possible.
Leader of this expedition is Nevill. Pioneer of flaming shit chucking and ghol exploder extraordinaire.
Among Heron Guard protecting Nevill, we can find Night Goat.
And Azira.
Rest of the Heron Guards shall remain nameless.
We have first contact with Ghol forces. Let's prepare.
Nevill steps up, ready to throw his molotov, while Heron Guard assume defensive position.
Let the assploding commence.
Only one Ghol assploded. Nevill, I'm dissapoint.
No matter, Azira and Night Goat will deal with the rest.
More Ghols coming.
This time it's just a small group. Nevill should be able to deal with them.
Or not. His molotov didn't explode.
Nevill has a bad day and Heron Guard has to correct his mistakes.
Some Wights came out of the water. We don't have any archers so Nevill has to deal with them. It's risky, but we don't have any other choice.
KABOOM!
Unfortunately Nevill got hit by a Wight shrapnel.
Azira will quickly heal him and we can continue Ghol hunting.
After bit of aimless exploration we've stumbled upon the enemy.
Also, reinforcements has arrived. We don't have the time to check on them because Nevill's pioneers are being flanked by Ghols.
We quickly turn around, and prepare to defend ourselves.
SPLAT!
Now the Heron Guard will kill remaining Ghols.
Now we are being chased by large group of Wights. We have to retreat to our reinforcements since using molotov on such a large group would be a suicide for Nevill.
There is Ghol priest among the Wights.
Dorfs hate the Ghols so it's to much of a temptetion for Nevill.
So he assplodes the priest and we can continue our tactical retreat.
We have to make our way to our reinforcements, since they have archers.
Warlock Storyfag is leading our reinforcements. He brought...
MotherMachinae the archer.
Darth Roxor the warrior.
And Grudgebringer, also a warrior.
We order MoM's archers to prepare for the incoming Wights.
Open fire!
10/10 Citizen Kane of Explosions.
Now we can continue our hunt.
More fools coming, but with Storyfag's reinforcements we are ready to deal with anything.
SPLAT!
Another wave.
Didn't do any better than the first one.
Now let's deal with the third wave.
SPLAT!
Now we have more Wights. We order MoM to deal with them.
Wights are no more, and we can assplode more Ghols without fear of getting buttfucked by wights.
That's a job for Nevill. Warlocks are overkill for bunch of Ghols.
After this short delay, we continue looking for the rest of Ghol's army.
Assploding small ghol groups on our way.
We've finally spotted main body of Ghol's army.
Everyone was told to get in formation and prepare to defende while Ten Cloud Moon Shadow was oredered to lure Ghols into our line.
Ten Cloud Moon Shadow's tongue cut Ghols like a knife. And they prepared to attacked us.
LET THE BARBECUE BEGIN!
They managed to get through our wall of fire and exploding shit. I trust in our warriors strength, they could easily deal with couple of oversized monkeys. But...
One surviving Monkey priest used his monkey magic on us.
Screams of dying Llancarfan soldiers echoes through the hills.
Our warriors were completely obliterated and we got flanked by more Ghols. Fortunately, Storyfag is still alive.
Ghol priest used more monkey magic and MoM and Nevill died horrible death.
Storyfag had no other choice and nuked whole battlefield, friends and foes alike. Storyfag was only codexer that survived this slaughter, but Ghol's army is in full retreat.
Well, that went to fucking shit pretty quick.