InferiorBeing
Knight
Okay, so I was calmly strolling semi-demi peacefully about on my way to Tulga or somesuch, my party consisting basically of Marnid, Borcha and Yours Truly. Then, from out of the Fog-of-War wannabee -thing filling the World Map, came a bloodthirsty 50-man foraging-party who had, apparently, thrown a hissy-fit over me passing by. Stricktly speaking not in the mood for an assraping by 50 scythe-toting foragers, I quickly decided to Get Raped Another Day, and continued towards Tulga.
Now; as luck would have it, a somewhat beaten-up 30/40 -man Swadian Patrol happened by, and the Foragers quickly changed targets. Apparently, the beaten up Patrol seemed a sweeter win, especially as they had prisoners. Now; although I had my concerns about attacking a 50-man party head-on with only Marnid and Borcha to trust my life to, attacking them with some 40 guys at my back was a different matter. Figuring that this battle would likely be a suicide-run anyways, I took good care to save before I went into battle, so that when I re-loaded, I could just pass peacefully by the two battling parties on my way to Tulga as if nothing had happened.
Damn, am I glad I saved. That battle was so awesome I went through it several times over afterwards!
I told my dirty dozen to follow me, and set out on my charger up-hill so that I could get a good look on the enemies, wherever they were. The little cavalry they had showed itself at once, and so I, (And my respective cavalry.), naturally engaged them first. The following struggle was nothing spectacular. We galloped up into a big clump, and soon we had sliced up the entire cavalry. Annoyingly, most of my own horsemen had managed to get unhorsed in the process, and there were only a few hostile horses still alive and ready for them, several of whom had panicked and galloped off. Sigh.
Anyways; I told everyone to "Follow me!", save the remaining horsemen whom I left where they stood so that I could summon them later without them arriving at the enemy lines ages ahead of the rest of the army, something that always seemed to kill the AI off.
With everyone else coming up behind me, I ventured back up the hill, and saw the Vaegir infantry descend the hill ahead of me; coming directly at my party en masse. With a Battle Size at 120 thanks to Janus' Battlesizer, this was a spectacular sight indeed. Ahead came a poorly equipped horseman who had apparently arrived as reinforcements after the previous horsemen had gotten butchered, and, not willing to let that lone idiot ****-up my battle-lines, I rode ahead and unceremoniously lanced him. That was a somewhat dumb idea. You see, my 30-or so infantrymen were still set to follow me, and, not being able to keep up too well, they were now at the foot of the hill they were supposed to stand on. D'oh. So I promptly exthange my double-tipped lance for my bastard sword, dismount, and join my infantry.
1) The infantry engages.
Not much to say about this pic; they simply charge.
2) A hysterical mêlée ensues.
Yup; the customary chaos we all enjoy from M&B ensues. I stand back in order to peacefully call in the cavalry, who in turn came came far off into the absolute outskirts of the actual tussle only met by a few Vaegir reinforcemets half-heartedly dispatched to intercept them. Ugh.
3) The cavalry charges.
Although the horsemen didn't arrive in the thick of it, they were good at diverting a few enemies away from the main brawl, as seen here.
4) Joining the fray.
I figured I could safely stop being mr. Strategic, clenched my teeth, and hopped into the thick of it, as seen above.
5) Assorted shots. (Not entirely in chronological order; and may not be from the same re-run of the battle.
)
So, whoa. That was pretty awesome.
Now; as luck would have it, a somewhat beaten-up 30/40 -man Swadian Patrol happened by, and the Foragers quickly changed targets. Apparently, the beaten up Patrol seemed a sweeter win, especially as they had prisoners. Now; although I had my concerns about attacking a 50-man party head-on with only Marnid and Borcha to trust my life to, attacking them with some 40 guys at my back was a different matter. Figuring that this battle would likely be a suicide-run anyways, I took good care to save before I went into battle, so that when I re-loaded, I could just pass peacefully by the two battling parties on my way to Tulga as if nothing had happened.
Damn, am I glad I saved. That battle was so awesome I went through it several times over afterwards!
I told my dirty dozen to follow me, and set out on my charger up-hill so that I could get a good look on the enemies, wherever they were. The little cavalry they had showed itself at once, and so I, (And my respective cavalry.), naturally engaged them first. The following struggle was nothing spectacular. We galloped up into a big clump, and soon we had sliced up the entire cavalry. Annoyingly, most of my own horsemen had managed to get unhorsed in the process, and there were only a few hostile horses still alive and ready for them, several of whom had panicked and galloped off. Sigh.
Anyways; I told everyone to "Follow me!", save the remaining horsemen whom I left where they stood so that I could summon them later without them arriving at the enemy lines ages ahead of the rest of the army, something that always seemed to kill the AI off.
With everyone else coming up behind me, I ventured back up the hill, and saw the Vaegir infantry descend the hill ahead of me; coming directly at my party en masse. With a Battle Size at 120 thanks to Janus' Battlesizer, this was a spectacular sight indeed. Ahead came a poorly equipped horseman who had apparently arrived as reinforcements after the previous horsemen had gotten butchered, and, not willing to let that lone idiot ****-up my battle-lines, I rode ahead and unceremoniously lanced him. That was a somewhat dumb idea. You see, my 30-or so infantrymen were still set to follow me, and, not being able to keep up too well, they were now at the foot of the hill they were supposed to stand on. D'oh.
So I promptly exthange my double-tipped lance for my bastard sword, dismount, and join my infantry.1) The infantry engages.
Not much to say about this pic; they simply charge.
2) A hysterical mêlée ensues.
Yup; the customary chaos we all enjoy from M&B ensues. I stand back in order to peacefully call in the cavalry, who in turn came came far off into the absolute outskirts of the actual tussle only met by a few Vaegir reinforcemets half-heartedly dispatched to intercept them. Ugh.
3) The cavalry charges.
Although the horsemen didn't arrive in the thick of it, they were good at diverting a few enemies away from the main brawl, as seen here.
4) Joining the fray.
I figured I could safely stop being mr. Strategic, clenched my teeth, and hopped into the thick of it, as seen above.
5) Assorted shots. (Not entirely in chronological order; and may not be from the same re-run of the battle.
)
So, whoa. That was pretty awesome.
