Magnificent Seven Dwarves of the Fitzakerly Clan. (1 Viewer)

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Guardians of The Vale and slayers of Orcs!
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Accompanying King Fitz's lads on their adventures are three trusted human allies, a Wizard and two elite archers...

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[FONT=&quot]The Magnificent Seven Dwarves of the Fitzakerly Clan saw the little fishing village of Kleethorpe in the distance and prepared for action. Their mission had changed somewhat, the human Wizard, before disappearing into a dark forest, had issued a dire warning...[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]The Undead were abroad![/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]The Wizard's vision told of two baby Dragons hidden by the locals in Kleethorpe. Dragons, in those days, were creatures revered both by Dwarves and Men. The vision told of the risen demons of the Undead, dispatched by The Evil Bishop of The Vale of Vile to capture, and bring to him the baby Dragons...[/FONT]

"Wot it boils down to," said King Fitz. "Is, the dead 'un's want to take the Dragons to The Vale of Vile and make 'em vile like they are. And we're going to put a stop to that malarkey!"

[FONT=&quot]King Fitz was bang on the money. From the opposite side of the little fishing village of Kleethorpe a picked force of Skellymandos had met up with the two mercenary Orcs, Bonk and Splitta. They were hurrying toward the village...[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]vileness aforethought!
The Village of Kleethorpe and the opposing factions...

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Both sides close searching the hovels for their quarry as they go...






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With no memory of past encounters the Skellys have no recollection of how formidable their enemy is. They advance, confident of victory. The Magnificent Seven swing the great Battleaxes and start the ball!

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Bonk and Slotta aren't as daft, hanging back to let the jangling Undead take the brunt of it.

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Realising the Undead have lost the plot/mission brief, the Mgnificent Seven happily join the free for all in the snickets of Kleethorpe...

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Not equiped with the heavy armour of their Dwarf Brethren, the Human archers are eventually taken down in the fighting... fighting that proves disasterous for the Skellymandos. Bonk and Slotta start taking a backward step.

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The two Orc Mercenaries haven't lasted this long, in a very dangerous profession, by not recognising a lost cause when they see one. Bonk and Slotta unceremoniously leg it out of Kleethorpe...

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The Magnificent Seven Dwarfs of the Fitzakerly Clan tend the wounds of their Human allies. A search of nearby buildings gleans the baby Dragons, and their victory is complete. With the Undead Standard as a trophy they prepare to march home...

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