Ill Tides: The Slavers Alliance

 

Kings of War / 2300 points / Stockpile

King Athanagild cursed the gods as he fled from the battlefield. All his plans had gone astray as if he had become a plaything for powers greater than himself. His once proud army was in ruins and though they had fought bravely and taken some of the enemy with them into death, it had not been enough.

He could hear the cries of those left behind to the cruel ministries of the slavers even as he left with the remains of his force. It would be months perhaps years before he could field another army of similar size and power. He did not want to think about it straight away, but an alliance with a much stronger power, one that could keep the slavers in check may be his only option to rid his kingdom of this menace.

Arlantrix gave a rare smile, the battle had gone almost exactly to plan. They'd managed to remove the threat posed by the large human army and taken many prisoners, the Conclave would be pleased with her efforts. The Crew of the Heartseeker had led her front line well and made sure the other, less experienced, corsairs held their formation whilst advancing on the enemy. The Mind Screech she had bound to her will had kept those unfortunate enough to be injured alive, but it would be a while before she had the energy to summon another one from the void. 

The only down side was the fact that the Dwarfs whilst suffering much heavier casualties than her own force, had not suffered more. She could feel the glare of Sycorax's eyes even across the battlefield, he would no doubt be angry that most of the casualties suffered had fallen on his force, but that mattered little.

The important thing was to get the new slaves onto the ships and then safely back to the fortified camp, from their she would open a void gate once they had enough for a proper shipment. Her corsairs moved about their tasks with care, not wishing to miss a single slave.

Sycorax Ironjawz seethed, his eyes burned with hatred as he glared across at the damned elves who had let him bare the majority of the fighting and casualties. True, he had still come away with many slaves, but not as many as he should have had, and not as many as the elves had. Whilst the number of dwarfs lost was relatively low the Golems where hard to replace and it was a pain to herd gargoyles up long enough to be forced into battle. 

He had some slaves, but he needed more if the other Iron-casters where going to treat him with the fear and respect he craved, many many more slaves. Now the main human army was scattered he wouldn't need the elves help to raid for slaves. Getting rid of them as a source of competition and taking the slaves they already had made perfect sense, it was always best to kill as many elves with one stone as possible.

Sycorax drove his men hard to make sure they gathered their slaves quickly and got back to the ships well before the elves. He had decided to wait off shore for them and then launch a devastating attack whilst they least expected it. He stroked his beard in anticipation of having Arlantrix's head brought to him on a platter to feast upon.

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