So as my son has grown older, he has always enjoyed looking at my models and trying to smack them into each other to make them 'fight.' Of course, that behavior was quickly frowned upon and he grew up. Now he wants to play Warhammer with me! Hurray, a proud dad getting his beardling out to play!
That said, today we played our very first game. Not to overload him, we played the 6th edition Warband rules. Longbeards may remember these rules but for everyone else, they were a set of rules released by GW that allowed low point level games. We actually played a 125 point game, just so he could get use to movement and combat rules without having to worry about the more advanced aspects of the game.
He wanted to play undead, so his squad consisted of a wight lord, 6 skeletons, and 4 zombies. I went with a thane, 3 quarrellers, and 3 warriors w/ shields. I failed to take pictures, so I will just share the results of the battle instead...
The mist hung low as the sky darkened. The last rays of light were fading fast as the various mothers called for their children to come in out of the fields. There was never a reason to stay out on a night like this, on the night of Geheimnistag.
The village of Sinkeldorf was a small village in a picturesque valley. A small dwarf brewery stood amid a number of dwarf and human hovels. A nearby spring, flowing from the mountains to the northern hills fed a nearby lake. Across from the village, at the edge of the low hills and forests of the valley stood the ruins of the old castle and the Temple of Sigmar.
The first warnings came as a scream from the Temple. It was blood curdling but was cut short. Silenced halfway through a breath.
The children turned back to see what was happening but begin to panic moments later. From the crypt near the temple, a lone figure stood, silhouetted by a full Morrslieb rising into the sky. As it raised its bony finger and pointed to the village of Sinkeldorf, it threw back its head and bellowed a dry cry that sounded like the rustling of aged parchment.
As its head returned back to view the village, glowing red eyes carried the vision of death across the greenish fog that seeped across the fields. Cries of panic filled the air as the children turned and ran. Mothers attempted to find their children as the undead filed out of the crypt.
From inside the brewery, a few stout-hearted dwarfs issued forth. Ready to protect their maturing casks of ale, the dwarfs would also manage to save the villagers.
As the skeletons crossed the stream, a few of the dwarfs let loose with their crossbows. Within no time, nearly half of the bones were lying strewn across the ground. Still the undead shambled forward.
With a cry of rage, the master brewer led a few of the lads in a charge against the remaining skeletons. Hacking them apart with ease, victory seemed assured...
Yet the dwarfs had not reckoned with the hatred of the wight that ruled that burial mound. As the zombies of those recently deceased parted, the lord of the crypt ambled forward.
Raising his ghostly blade high, he plunged it down into the chest of the brewer and impaled him to the ground. The boys from the bar, turned and fled as a handful of quarrellers looked on to watch the undead begin to drag off the living.
Fires leapt high into the air, as the humans and dwarfs fled from the reawakened dead...
So ended the battle of Sinkeldorf. My entire force was fleeing, and a handful of zombies and skeletons remained with the wight lord in firm control of the battlefield. My son was happy with the outcome and quickly accepted an offer of a rematch. For the second game I fielded a squad of 3 slayers led by a dragon slayer. The carnage was quick as the slayers smashed the undead.
While it wasn't necessarily a fair fight, points were the same but slayers are just able to smash through skeletons, he had a blast and learned a lot. He originally thought that the undead were unstoppable, but with the second game he discovered that everything has strengths and weaknesses. I'm now looking forward to playing more in the future and he has been reading through various old white dwarf battle reports and loving it.