The Rim and the Hammer (Exalted/Warhammer Quest)

So they watched and wheeled overhead as the giants drew near as the drums beat louder to the tempo of stomping feet, crushing roots and fallen branches, splintering the barricades of the southerners like kindling before and avalanche, their reek heavy upon the air. It was not foul, though perhaps it would have been better had it been so, it smelled of flesh, of musk and black spirit-berries, of rot not of the flesh but the mind. By the time the giants fell upon the ranks of the defenders hands had gone slack upon weapons and eyes were left staring at visions none could name. It was... a slaughter, a feast it was a breaking of the heart amid the screams of pain and ecstasy.

Charge: 80+14 (Troll Combat) +10 (Alluring Scent) = 104 vs 52 +12 (Norscan warrior Combat) +5 (Hearth and Home) = 69

Not all of who stood with the black iron hird fell, some stood their ground, casting javelins and heavy throwing axes upon the beasts, aiming for their eyes, for the tender skin behind the ears some even for the roofs of their mouths, for all the good it did them. the line had been broken, their courage would only buy them a chance to die on their feet.... as the chariots screamed forth amid the baying of unearthly beasts and the all too human war-cries of the flayed.

Whistling fell the arrows in high and deadly arcs, like the voice of some predator that had not been seen in this land before, straight shafted and tipped with points of steel reforged of broken wonders. Against another foe upon another day they might have sown terror and confusion, but these were the servants of the Serpent, swift and unrelenting. Even when the points bit into the bloody flesh it seemed to only drive unhalowed beast and man made more beastly still further.

Chariots under Fire: 33+15 (Wyldguard combat) = 48 vs 46 +28 (Chaos Chariot Combat) = 84

From sky unmarred the lighting fell.. down, down, down onto the tainted earth and thence it was ensnared. The power divine born of Ancient Creation snared by the appetites of the greatest of all gluttons, only a gleam of the meal to come. The lightning did not burn but was consumed and foul were the fruits of this feasting. From the shoulders of the Flayed Lord burst a pair of wings like onto those of the people, golden like a miser's hoard, their tips red and blood, from his ribs the man's toned skin peeled itself off into wings like those of bats and upon his ankles grew like spurs the wings of a wasp or some other dreadful insect.

Elemental Attack vs Gleam magic = 1+16 (Auspiciously Broken Haywain)+ 20 (The Mantle of Stranger Powers) = 37 vs 71+ 17 (Chaos Champion Piety) = 88

Filled with the pride of his new blessing the champion ascended, blasphemous prayer upon his lips mingled with words of his own aggrandizement, spoken so shrill and so swift as one word could not be told from another, but the commander of the Wyldguard knew the meaning of it as sure as he knew the light of the sun on his face, a bloody challenge had been cast and he would have to answer it, or the thief would escape with something infinitely precious.

He chooses to:

[] Face the enemy alone (Guarantee the Flayed Lord will stay and fight, no bonuses for the duel)

[] Bring forth the might of every exalted in the patrol against this foe

[] Write in

OOC: You guys did not have a lot of luck in this, if you had rolled anything other than a one Gleam magic would not have worked nearly as well, but it did and now you kind of have to kill this guy before he runs off.