Frostgrave Campaign – Game one

The Undead advanced across the ruins of the city of Frostgrave as we moved forward in our first adventure, the Enchanter Zed wanted to get his hands on some new treasure and we’d been hired to help him out.  Our Captain, in his blue armour, had told us to grab the treasure run back to our base.  No problem there the base was an old brewery with plenty of beer to keep us going after the battle.  I moved forward with the others the chill in the air seeping into my body was nothing compared to the chill of seeing old dead bones walking towards you with swords in hand.  Our crossbowman climbed up into the ruins to get a better view of the battlefield, his quarrel loaded and ready to be shot at something.  I felt a brief tinkle across my body as the Enchanter cast a spell on my armour, my  axe was ready to taste bone.  Thorin got to the first treasure chest and started to leg it back to base, Thisturi moved towards the second one, and our Treasure Hunter, Skonmic Kragrock rushed to the third.  Myself and the captain moved forward with Zed and his apprentice Richard, our aim was to cover the retreat of the others, the Necromancer had other ideas and sent his undead minions forward to kill us all.

So my first game of Frostgrave was on Friday night, I decided to use my Confrontation Dwarfs as my warband as they were the only really suitable figures in my collection.  Without the rulebook I had to sort everything out on the night, thankfully Frostgrave doesn’t take too long to organise with a limit on the number of figures you can take.  My warband consisted of an Enchanter, his apprentice, a Captain, a Treasure Hunter, a Crossbowman and three thugs.  I was up against Lee’s Necromancer and his warband.  The game was fun and the balance provided by a d20 saw both of us make spectacular rolls and amazing failures, the contest was in the balance for quite a long time.  I was one point short of killing the Necromancer and had cleared out most of the rest of the warband by the end of the game.  The downside was that I only had one poor thug left to continue to fight.

I was in front of Zed as the Undead’s Captain and a Barbarian, strange how you can tell what a collection of bones use to be, bore down on us.  The Captain had left me alone as Zed’s guard as he moved to defend the apprentice and Thisturi.  I thought I was done for and about to become more bones for the Necromancer to command, the two shambling undead attacked with swords, my axe whirled around blocking each thrust.  An opening in the captain’s guard saw him fall his bones dropping to the floor with his armour, the next second the barbarian is there again the duel could have gone on and on until my axe slipped through his defences and dropped his bones to the ground with a satisfying clunk.  As the battle quietened around me I realised that I was the only one standing, even Zed was out for the count behind me.  I moved to check on the others as the Undead gathered the remaining treasure and headed for home, only one didn’t stir as I checked for a pulse – Richard poor Richard, no longer would he seek the truths of the way of the Enchanter.