Lokat had been right to take the risks and travel further into the Chaos Wastes. There was no glory for cowards.
Further into the Wastes were bigger and wealthier foes. The tales of his conquests and succesful raids would surely make the Witchking notice him and grant Lokat his favour. And the damn witch who travelled with his army told him that he should not travel so far. That great perils lie within the borders of Chaos that could even cause his doom!
Lokat knew his warriors would not let him down in battle with the rabble that consisted most Chaos armies. The warriors of Ulthuan had been holding Chaos back from the borders for years
As Lokat sat upon his manticore and thought about the slaves and treasure he had captured he noticed a band of beastmen headed towards him. It consisted of three or some pack of the goatmen, a handful of rabid dogs but what really cought his eyes were the real monsters that escorted them. A titanic shaggoth rumbled along three minotaurs and a couple of chaos spawns that were supposed to be quite unpredictable in battle.
Lokat ordered his men to ready themselves for battle. He held the upper hand here with four units of spearmen, twenty witch-elves, two reaper bolt-throwers, a brand new chariot and scouts that were already getting into position in a nearby grove of dead trees. Again he would prove the witch wrong and cleanse her of all doubt.
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The battle had been raging on and Lokat had hardly lost any of his men compared to the losses of the Beastmen. He himself had butchered the pack of hounds and a following unit of beastmen. There was no real challenge until he fought the shaggoth.
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The shaggoth had fallen along with more beastmen but now the biggest beastman Lokat had ever seen was shoving his way towards him.
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The backguards had managed to destroy the two packs of hounds that came into the sides of his force from nowhere and the pack of beastmen who tried to take out his bolt-throwers from behind but the Elfs were taking more and more casualties. The battle could not go on for much further.
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“Lokat doubted my words, the fool!” the witch thought as she looked upon the six elves manning the bolt-throwers and the remaining witch-elf.
He had faced his doom when he challenged that beastman to single battle. Somehow the manticore had cowered before the lesser beast and refused to attack. And that giant axe had so easily cleaved through Lokats armour.
Too bad there were so few left. The journey home would never succed…