Game 10: May the Horned Rat Help Us, We're Surrounded!    We found our greatest horde of wyrdstone yet, but to escape with our prize, we fought our toughest battle and suffered our biggest losses. Four warbands surrounded us, one of which was our hated foe, Servants of the Old Ones, and its pale-sick warlock Raleel, against whom we swore blood oath for killing one of our own. Any escape route we could choose was blocked by at least one enemy warband, so we just ran south, using a river to protect us from one warband of fat dwarves who can't even see their feet.     The route we choose was against Anatomy of Gawd, who were unexpectedly tough for humans! They sent two drippy-nose wardogs at us, and even though Nicotine took out one, other wardog ate our poor comrade -- Tail Mace verminkin. I sent rat pack east to fight dire wolves from The Hungry warband, and they became our wall, fighting off creatures many times bigger including terrible vampire from The Hungry until rats killed or driven off. One by one our henchmen were taken out while fighting to our rear whilst we escaped with shards. Both Tail Hooks were taken out by witch hunter "Solomon (the Gymp) Smythe." Then both Unadorned taken out by fierce attack by flail-swinging flagellant "Left Big Toe of Gawd" and by witch hunter captain. Then Tail Star fell to the Gymp.     As we all escape, I looked back to see old friend, Malfeasance the Magnificent, warlock extraordinaire, amidst swirl of magical energies, fighting off dwarves from west, and undead from north and east, and witch hunters from south. I leave before seeing his fate, but killed he surely must be, for no man could there stand, not even he. Charge to the next tale. Retreat back to the main page.