BCon 5 : The Sunday Match

Too Long Didn't Read (tl;dr):

Don't be so lazy, but if you must, there's pictures at the end for you to feed your eye holes.

At BCon it's become a habit to try something a bit different on the Sunday. For BCon5 we had a free for all face off, 2000 points a pop, Lords and Hero's only, match of the day extravaganza.

We'd award 1VP per 100 points of things killed, and more VPs for buildings held. Half way through the game the buildings became merely obstacles much to a few players surprise. I'm not sure what happened there.

Unfortunately it didn't turn out the best, but it was a bit of craic sure.

Everyone was too far away from each other, some alliances briefly formed only to be broken. Nobody wanted to commit troops, we all got bored, the magic phase was ridiculously too long and overpowered, etc.etc.

I took:
- a bunch of 50 point Slayers
- a bunch of Thane's with GW's and Dwarf Pistols (lacking warmachines I wanted something which would let me do some damage from afar to help equal the offensive magic other players would have)
- 2 runed up Lords (<drones in a bored tone of voice> yes dave, one of which you killed with killing blow, with your wight, which makes it the second time that's happened</drones in a bored tone of voice>. Remind me, who had the most VP at the end and faced the Bloodthirster?)
- a runed up BSB
- 2 runesmiths with 6 spellbreakers between them (I used one by the end)

We created a nice bit of fluff around it, anything for bragging rights eh? King of the Brothel town, his time was up. We were fighting to become the next King. We drew to see who'd become the defending King & Mr.Saturday's undead won the right to become the spitoon.

In brief, the dwarves, undead and dark elves agreed to ally until they were then only ones left standing, then all bets were off.

4 hours (turns) later, I got bored. The Skaven, Daemon's and Warriors of Chaos were pretty much still on their side of the table, the skaven had had a go at the daemon's, and no one else had committed. I fastened my beard to my belt, hiked up my britches, smiled apologetically at dave, and charged his troops which were occupying the ziggurat building (wait, it's an obstacle, it only helps against shooting, wtf?).

We were busy killing each other off, the Dark Elves decided to stick their toe in the water, some of them died, some of them killed dwarves.

In the end, we had to cut the game short. It was decided the two highest scoring sides would chose a character of their own for a show down.

Before you start reading this final paragraph, we need to set the mood. Click this link, and leave the music play in the background while you come back here and read. Good? Good!

I had more VPs than the the Undead (hah!), so chose my surviving Lord to go toe to toe with the Bloodthirster. My Lord had the tasty Master Rune of Smiting (any wound caused actually causes D6 wounds), a Rune of Resistance, and Master Rune of Spite. I was confident enough.
The daemon looked at me and declared that it was carrying some evil magic which cancelled all magic weapon effects used against it. Damn. How was my S4 going to harm that daemon?
It lasted a few rounds, it was fun. The Eye of the Tiger was played, air guitars were strummed and hips gyrated. The Lord got the daemon down to 1 wound (it had already taken some in the battle). The Lord saved many wounds with the armour and ward saves.
Then I think the Daemon realised that there was a dwarf attacking it, and actually defended itself. It hit and wounded with every single dice. The Dwarf Lord became red paste between the daemon's toes.
Oh well.

And now for the lazy reader, here's the same story, brought to you in new fangled tech-ni-colour.
Roll on BCon6!