|The Corsairs approach.|
Nuradan had not been home in over a year. He hoped his sons were growing stong. His master's war in the north had kept him busy, season after season. He had marched his warband to the far north and back to the south. He had fought elves, the men of Gondor and even his own kin. There were only one or two of the men left who had first marched north with him. His ranks had been re-filled again and again with new levies from his tribe and from the city of Abrakhan.
|The battlefield. Domination game with a point in the house (top), one near the sign in the center and one next to the ruins (bottom right).|
Nuradan cursed the day he had been noticed by the Nazgul. The wraith had made him a personal follower, whether he wanted it or not. Now, again, they were on some mission that only the Wraith understood. They were near a coastal village, looking for something of value. The rising sun had revealed the dark sails of the Corsairs of Umbar. There was no love lost between Nuradan's tribe, from near Kharna, and the city dwellers of the pirate haven. His people had spent more time over the years battling their neighbors than they had the steel clad men of Gondor.
|The enemy draws near.|
The great chieftan's heart sank as he realized that the Corsairs had brought their own Nazgul. The pall of darkness around the enemy force made it clear that the Shadow Lord led this band. When Nazgul contest, men's lives are spent like water. Nuradan knew it would take all of his guile to survive the day.
Through the gloom he saw a massive troll as well has heavily armored horsemen moving towards a flank. The Nazgul looked over at Nuradan and nodded. At least his master trusted him to fight this battle. He thanked his ancestors for the small boon, and ordered his men into action.
|The knights prepare to charge my handful of infantry.|
|The Haradrim form a line to receive the Corsairs in proper desert fashion, with poisoned arrows.|
|The Corsairs break through the line but are unable to capitalize on it properly.|
Nuradan and his men killed the troll with a shout. Vaulting the huge corpse Nuradan rushed forward to try to hold the corsair's back. His right wine was unengaged and had crossed the fence, some moving to secure the ruins, the rest moving forward to engage.
|The haradrim swarm through the unguarded windows.|
|Failed courage checks everywhere.|
Tony and I had a great game. It was his first time using the troll, and my first time fighting a monster with the new rules. We both learned a lot, I think. As always when there are two Nazgul on the table, they spent most of the game trying to get rid of their mirror image. By the time mine had won the duel Tony was too close for my shooting to do much and I was mostly out of will. The Nazgul are definitely less over powered now. I think it is a huge improvement.