Banks of thick smoke band the churned muddy expanse that has become no mans land, this unassuming stretch of shattered farmlands now more little then a sodden graveyard yet the order has come down.
‘Take it, no matter the cost’
The roar of guns fills the air as you order the advance, cannons roar as the phalanx of Defender Warjacks unleash their wrath at the controlled direction of one of your sibling Warcaster elite. Howl of ear shattering pain and anger split the air as the shells explode amid the fog blasting patches of clear air with their over pressure, this enemy was not a conventional one, this enemy defied all explanation.
A scream rang out from the front lines as a group of Trenchers exploded into little more than a lingering cloud of ash, something huge stirred in the murk, easily the size of a Warjack the shadow burst from the smog with unnatural speed. Looming over the remains of the Trenchers the beast unleashed a stream of burning embers that immolated the brave warriors.
‘Fall back’ the order came from the lines but as he drew the arcane blade sheathed across his back and infused his attendant Charger to open up on the looming beast he knew it was too late.
Opening its jaws the blighted beast issued forth a tumultuous bellow, that to his ears rang with the screams of his dying men and too his shame his own voice joined the chorus of terror.
Summoning an arcane shield about himself the scream transmuting into a bellowed war cry he charged the beast, behind the beast resolved a horde of inhuman shapes. He swung his blade but the stick never landed as his world turned black with burning ashes, the battle was lost as the Draconic Legion swarmed along the lines. Behind them in the swirling fog, smaller beasts gorged themselves on the Khadorian dead, each died with wounds opened in their backs not single soldier had seen it coming.
One hundred and sixty eight hours.
That is the amount of time that stands between you and the hardest fight of your life.
On the 6th of November The Blood and Oil Nationals kick off in Leicester, but fear not we have a handful of tickets left so if your fast and have the skills to pit your tactical acumen against the Nations best – Bring it.
We have a huge host of prizes, including these beasts!
Best painted will see those with the skills rewarded, the unpainted raffle will see the owner of the lucky box fresh force get all the elements to paint his warriors in the livery of their faction!
So get them while they last –
Remember Play like you have a pair and face the fiercest contest this side of the Masters, revel in victory or drown in Blood and Oil!
Penned by Ross Your Glorious Overlord and Warcaster General – 12th Mercenary Regiment ‘The Tyrants’