Post by guiden on Oct 1, 2008 1:00:09 GMT -4
Back at the Pellston B-day Bash, where we went to teach some friends of the Silver Ravens Dagorhir, we played several games of Necromancer. In one of the final games, I was chosen to be the Necromancer. I was wielding a flail and shield at the time.
I positioned myself between the two greatest threats, Flint the Red on my left and Wilheim on my right. As soon as lay on was called, I whipped my flail around my back to strike Wilheim, who was taken surprised and barely blocked the killing blow. However, I was already bringing my flail back around and I crushed Flint's back, and immediately raised him as my servant.
The next several seconds were a blur of adrenaline and death. Several villagers charged me, one by one, and they all fell the same way; I would bash into their first strike with my shield and kill them outright with my counter-attack, and each being raised to undeath shortly after.
My last victim was my would-be first, Wilheim. He struck my shield with a fierce blow, but the adrenaline was too much to push me back, and not a second later, I was upon him, wrapping my flail to his back.
By the time Wilheim was raised as my undead servant, the initial undead and my minions finished off the survivors. The battle was over in no more than twenty seconds. It was a satisfying slaughter.
I positioned myself between the two greatest threats, Flint the Red on my left and Wilheim on my right. As soon as lay on was called, I whipped my flail around my back to strike Wilheim, who was taken surprised and barely blocked the killing blow. However, I was already bringing my flail back around and I crushed Flint's back, and immediately raised him as my servant.
The next several seconds were a blur of adrenaline and death. Several villagers charged me, one by one, and they all fell the same way; I would bash into their first strike with my shield and kill them outright with my counter-attack, and each being raised to undeath shortly after.
My last victim was my would-be first, Wilheim. He struck my shield with a fierce blow, but the adrenaline was too much to push me back, and not a second later, I was upon him, wrapping my flail to his back.
By the time Wilheim was raised as my undead servant, the initial undead and my minions finished off the survivors. The battle was over in no more than twenty seconds. It was a satisfying slaughter.
