Week 3, and the battles of the bridges ensues!
Week 2 matchups/games left to play:
Evil winEvil, attacking, 3000 points vs. Neutral, defending, 1700 points ( points can be broken up between teams as is agreed upon. I.e. 1500 x 2 players vs. 1700)
Good WinGood, attacking, 3800 points vs. Neutral, defending, 1900 points.( points can be broken up between teams as is agreed upon. I.e. 1900 x 2 players vs. 1900)
Neutral WinNeutral, attacking, 1800 points ( 800 and 100) vs. Good, defending, 1400 points.( points can be broken up between teams as is agreed upon. I.e. 800 + 1000 vs. 1400)
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Week 3 Summary
"Push! PUSHH!" The forces of men and dwarfs plowed through rank after rank of undead from their equine and badger mounts, respectively. The last of the horde crumbled to dust, and the remaining necromancers made fast their retreat. For now, the battle of the northern bridge, was over.
Not too far away at that moment, the Ogres were enjoying redecorating their new, eerily quiet, mountain keep...now known as "Da Gut Rockz". Laughing and drinking their curdled Ox blood and Grog and counting the new found riches their bestial allies had shown them they prepared to turn in for the night... when the sound came. Like the sound of rain pouring down upon the mountain side, the sound of hundreds of sharp carapace legs clacking on stone, came from deep inside the mountain. Then, like a screaming chorus, the voices of the Banshees rose to meet them in tune. In the cover of night, further forces of the undead slip into the briny sea...

At the eastern bridge the slaughter continues. The wild invaders smash time and time again against the Blood stained heroes and countless rank and file, trying to rejoin their forces cut off in the capital of Good. The forces of The Herd and Ogres seem to be preparing for the long haul, and give no indication of giving up any time soon.

In the capital city, fires begin to spread. The Dwarven forces of good watch the light in the darkness from their view in New Somerville. Seeing what is becoming of the capital city, their own internal fires burned hot, but counter attack was not prepared. Cavalry breathing heavily, infantry waiting in the cold, they new their numbers could not match those of the Armies of the South. Then, in the blue moonlight, a messenger arrived: " I bring word of victory at the northern bridge, we have brought men and supplies. We must take back the Capital, for Mantica!!!"
The forces of Good lead a thunderous charge into the burning city, set on killing all beasts within.
" So, I guess we can keep all the mead we promised those grass-eaters? Aye brother...screw em'"