Tiq Tak To
Allegiance: Seraphon
- Constellation: Fangs of Sotek
Leaders:
Tiq Tak To - Terradon Chief (70)
- General
- Command Trait: Nimble
- Artefact: Serpent God Dagger
Tahr N'ryp - Ripperdactyl Chief (80)
Xyp - Skink Starpriest (120)
- Spell: Hand of Glory
Xyap - Skink Starpriest (120)
- Spell: Tide of Serpents
Kliq - Skink Priest (70)
Klaq - Skink Priest (70)
Battleline:
40 x
Skinks (240)
- Boltspitters & Moonstone Clubs
40 x
Skinks (240)
- Boltspitters & Moonstone Clubs
20 x
Skinks (120)
- Meteoric Javelins Celestite Daggers & Star Bucklers
Units:
6 x
Terradon Riders (180)
- Sunleech Bolas
6 x
Terradon Riders (180)
- Sunleech Bolas
6 x
Terradon Riders (180)
- Sunleech Bolas
6 x
Ripperdactyl Riders (160)
6 x
Ripperdactyl Riders (160)
Total: 1990 / 2000
Extra Command Points: 0
Allies: 0 / 400
Wounds: 216
The Itxi Grubs of Quetz'l Itxi have been tainted. Quex Zhultep calls forth his faithful servant Tiq Tak To to exact revenge on the defilers.
Boilsnear, The Most Exalted Filth Bringer, and his pestilent throng had made their escape from Quetz'l Itxi. Boilsnear delighted at the thought of the vile frog-thing Quex Zhultep being corrupted by the virulent gifts of the Great Horned Rat.
What started as the faint sounds of skittering talons through the brush is soon followed by shrill chirps and clicks. A hail of bolts and javelins whiz out from all sides. Boilsnear could only surmise that the poison he cooked up for Quex Zhultep had been even more potent than he though. Such was the skills he possessed. He had hoped to be further out of the jungle before being discovered. But, it seemed the Great Horned Rat had chosen to blessed him with another victory against the lizard-things.
Boilsnear took a long drag from the putrid incense brazier before him and let out a gurgling wet
squeeearch. Ranks of foaming plague monks charged into the jungle to engage the bands of Skinks which had surrounded them out of nowhere. As the harbingers of pestilence drew near, the Skinks before them faded back into the jungle. A barrage of needle like bolts offered cover to the Skinks as they retreated. Boilsnear let out a crackling-popping chuckle. The battle had been won quickly even for one so mighty as Boilsnear.
Strange shadowed shapes began to dance across the jungle floor. Then the first rock came crashing down. An explosion of arcane power and stone turned a cluster of censor bearers into smoking ruin. Boilsnear looked to the Sky. Moving through the high canopy were dozens of winged reptiles ridden by Skink warriors and clutching small bounders in their talons. A rain of burning bolas pelted the pestilent throng and lit their cowls ablaze.
How, could this have happened? Boilsnear leapt from his perch and began to squery for shelter. His warband lay in ruin. A price Boilsnear was willing to pay for his success. The plague priest had managed to cover a few hundred feet of ground awashed in the cacophony of carnage behind him and his own labored breathing. Taking a moment to regain his composer he noticed a brightly colored and thick-bodied toad at his feet. Thinking it might prove to be a value ingredient he placed into his pack. Yet another success.
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