The Battles of the Rabbit

The theme of the Large Wooden Rabbit of genocidal Intent formed the basis for the next several battles of the Gilt War campaign. I was too busy at the time to write them up in detail, but they essentially transpired something like this:

The Battle of Bleeding Brass

Aided by the divinations of the shamans, and a large green Gork-like finger that hovered above them pointing the way, the Greenskin army hurried to the site of the ancient Battle of the Eleven Armies. There, near the ruins of an old village on the Portlystout River, they found the Rabbit. They also found a Dwarven army approaching, also hoping to seize the relic before the Bretonnians (or anyone else) could do so.

Battle swirled around the relic for hours, until disaster struck: Glarsnot Bloodcurdle was critically wounded by a mighty axe blow from the Dwarven Lord Greybeard Revengeseeker. He fell to the ground, battered and bleeding. Asis life drained from him, he remembered once more the dark prophecy of the goblin hag…

The dwarf lord had little time to enjoy his apparent victory, however. He himself was mortally wounded when he was charged in the flank by an angry band of Yellowmoon night goblins.

Moments later, trumpets could be heard in the distance: the Bretonnians had arrived.

Result: Marginal victory to the Dwarves, who narrowly won on casualties and terrain but who failed to remove the rabbit before the game expired. Glarsnot Bloodcurdle was dead! 

The Slaughter of the Slayers

The next day, the Bretonnians formed up on the battlefield, as fresh Dwarven reinforcements arrived: a slayer army, led by the redoubtable fanatic Lord Zarak Frenziedaxe. Inspired by the sight of the Rabbit, and enraged at the thought of it in dwarven hands, the heavily armoured Bretonnian knights charged headlong into the unarmoured dwarves.

Result: Massacre. The slayers fell quickly before the Bretonnian lances, leaving almost no survivors. The Rabbit was now in human hands.

The Battle of Flashy Lights

Before the Bretonnians could remove the Rabbit to a safer location, greenskin reinforcements arrived: a shaman-heavy army under the mysterious Kastalot Kilzzalot. While magic inflicted heavy casualties on the Bretonnian peasants and men-at-arms, routing them both, the battle turned when the Bretonnian paladins led their knights into a charge against the main body of orc boyz. The orcs broke, and the greenskin army was shattered. This battle was notable too as the first appearance of the incredibly annoying, and very hard to kill, Green Knight.

Result: Substantial Bretonnian victory.

With the rabbit now firmly in Bretonnian hands, it was transported some seventy miles to the west, to the venerated Convent of Our Most Aqueous Lady. There the nobles and bishops would meet, to plan their next steps…