Round 3!

For some the campaign’s toll is beginning to mount…

While others continue to reap glory and treasure.

With the frontier in flames, the Adversary’s forces seek to consolidate their victories. Heaping piles of stolen supplies, weapons, and treasure are strapped to pack yaks and send to the rear for safety. The Advocate though directs those remnants of its splintered forces trapped behind enemy lines to make the best of their situation and ambush the yak trains. Neither side though knows what may be lurking among the trees and canyons along their routes…

This past week’s mission was a simple variation on the pack yak mission. Adversaries were given a yak to escort and deployed at the center of a table edge. Advocates deployed in the opposing corners. Moving the yak in the monster phase creates some weird dynamics. So instead we played:

• If no one is engaged with the yak at the start of a round, it immediately runs in a random direction.
• Otherwise, the player with the most models engaged with the yak at the start of a round may activate it along with one of those models, like a companion. The yak gets 1 AD, MOV 5, and no one can attack them because even amidst the apocalypse there are limits, people, and yaks are sacred.

Adversaries win if they get the yak across the board. Advocates win if they control the yak at game end.

Additionally, each board had treasure markers yielding surprises…

Despite the urgency of her Iguan allies’ escort mission, the notorious thief and brigand La’ra could not resist scaling an ice covered spire to ransack a lonely crypt set high above long ago. For her troubles not only was she beset by a graveling leaping from inside, but the sole treasure found was a Crown of Madness. Suddenly beset by horrors only she could see, La’Ra ran off the cliffs to grievous injury and continued desperately, manically crawling away from the crypt as best her broken body could. Abandoned by their mercenary, the Iguan escorts were overwhelmed by a team of Moldorf who reclaimed the yak and its looted treasures.

In warmer climes, the Warlord Karthor amiably lead his newfound yak friend through sun baked canyons. Their philosophical ponderings though were disrupted by the despicable Pirate Council attempting to waylay the innocent bovine. The enraged pig boss leapt to the defense of his friend alongside his legendary warriors Bei’Khan, Hamlet, Slappy, and Big Pink. Even thrown back and surrounded, the Pirate Council could not set aside their baser instincts. Heedless of their dire situation, they could not resist pocketing for safekeeping some shiny baubles carelessly left out in the weather on the ruins of a dark altar. For their selfless civics the remnants of their group that might have survived the pig onslaught were shattered by the shrieking howls of ghosts stirred by the pirates’ disrespect. As the blood haze settled in their eyes, the pigs were heartened by the zen calm of their yak companion who had quietly taken all of these goings-on in stride.

As they continue their journey through the canyons, …

… the legend of Karthor and his warriors only grows …

… and is writ forever into The Chronicle of the Pigs.