Niefel AAR: "...Some Say In Ice"

[Bossemanden]

As always your AARs are great. Good work professor...even if you had to resort to midgets

[MCArt]

Ahh, finally, an AAR, from no one but the master of EU2 world conquest himself

I like your style, keep it up, Mr. Ebbesen!

[Peter Ebbesen]

…Some Say In Ice: The Mother of Monsters

With the new temple erected to my honour in the old capital of T’ien C’hi, worship now flows to me from Siberia, Hebei, and Ultima Thule. It is a beginning.

I have decided that Hebei, with its stores of ancient wisdom, will be the centre of my magical efforts. I call on Angerboda to take control of the city and to direct my mages in pursuit of the good work. I task her with summoning aid as required. From Siberia the giants will march and from Hebei the magic will flow and create regiments infinite. It will take time, and research, but it will be done. It is my will – and her destiny. The Great Hag, the Mother of Monsters, will bring forth new broods to trouble the world. To help her out, I summon a Sea King from the depths of the sea to provide her with an essential guard of sea trolls and order a Skratti to begin mass-producing clams of astral pearls. It is a beginning.

From the fortress of the Jotuns march new armies to subdue eastern Siberia, while Tjordulf prepares to lead the survivors of the invasion army to subdue the countryside of T’ien C’hi. Despite all his men suffering from multiple battle afflictions, and half of them being diseased, their morale remains high, for I am with them, and who can lay idle when their God has returned?

We march south, conquering all in our path, leaving a trail of blood and ice behind. Fully half of Siberia has been conquered, and it appears that the hoplites of Arcosphale have overrun the western holdings of T’ien C’hi. In front of us lies the mighty citadel of Ankor Wat, under the rule of rule, apparently, of giant lizards.

Most peculiar.

Apart from their outpost in Taiwan, this seems to be the only lizard outpost in the neighbourhood. The defending forces appear small and insignificant, and my army contains eight Niefel giants and twelve lesser Jotuns.

I never did like lizards all that much in the first place.

As we approach the fortress, Tjordulf readies the men for battle and bright battle is offered that overcast morning in the spring – but it is not the battle I expect. The cowardly lizards huddle behind the gates rather than offer battle and as we are unpacking the first tents we hear highly-pitches voices crying on the wind. From the heavens themselves, Caelum forces swoop down to the attack.

Did they intend to attack the lizards or is this a fully intentional attack on me without provocation? I may never know. I brace myself against a swooping Caleum Iceclad, and prepare to bLast the hordes of winged archers with my icy spells, when I realise that they are most likely immune to the powers of cold.

With a sigh I draw my sword and I prepare to stem the tide. We may be outnumbered eight to one, but we are giants and they are midgets. It will have to be enough. It too, is a beginning, of sorts.

[ February 20, 2004, 01:17: Message edited by: Peter Ebbesen ]

[sachmo]

Great stuff!

[Peter Ebbesen]

…Some Say In Ice: Things Fall Apart, the Centre Cannot Hold

The prowess of my Niefel Guard knows no limits! Most are suffering from three or four afflictions now, including the dreaded disease, yet they soldier on! Tjordulf claims it is because of the fresh mountain air, which is as likely an explanation as any.

If only the Jotuns were half as tough. Casualties have been brutal.

It is nigh on a year since the destruction of Caelum’s ten-score archers in the accidental battle of Angkor Wat, but the months have cost my cause dearly. Perceiving weakness, the ordered hoplites of Arcosphaele declared war and invaded following the debacle of Angkor Wat, and the swift winged blizzard warriors of Caelum have struck into my newly conquered lands of Siberia.

My worshippers are down to a total of four temples again, due to the unfortunate habit of mine enemies to raze them to the ground. Only the temples within castles still stand tall and strong. It is most vexing.

While my capital holds yet, all lines of communication have been cut, the outer line of defense wiped out. The 30-strong provincial defense backed up by Jotun Godes proved insufficient to the task of halting the hoplites. My capital will hold, though, as it’s defense is backed by Godes and Niefel Guards. Even so, I am under severe pressure, as even Ultima Thule is under attack by the High Seraphs!

Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold.

With a minor force holding Angkor Wat, I have had to strategically regroup back to Hebei, where Angerboda’s newest brood of monsters are ready to be thrown into the fray together with Jotun reinforcements. She now has two Sea Trolls, 2 Lamia Queens, and a Spectre aiding her in the unnatural conjuration process, and new monsters arrive on a daily basis. I will regroup, aye, and I will take every soldier and throw my forces like a spear straight and true into the Heart of Caelum, the secret Fastness in the depths of the Himalayas. I will not be denied: They shall learn to fear my wrath, for it is great indeed.

Arcosphaele will just have to wait their turn.

[Arryn]

Now the story is getting very interesting indeed ...

[Bossemanden]

Forward the Professor!