I haven't done too many battle reports for my Frost & Ash campaign, but the creative bug bit me. I hope you all enjoy.
For context, the campaign revolves around the Hellmouth of the North becoming stable. A faction known as the Hoarfrost Host controls it. The various warbands have been sent to investigate. Our second-to-last mission sees them on a cliff overlooking the imposing gate that protects the only entrance to a mountain valley where the infernal gate is. It would be suicide to rush it; however, there lies a heavy cannon from a past excursion waiting to be used once more.
Under decades of snow and ice, the sanctified cannon waited. Waited to be fired once more. It just needed the right touch to guide its holy, devastating ordinance. Today, two warbands sought to do just that. On that cliff, overlooking the Hoarfrost's fortress, a desperate clash took place.
The Pilgrims of the Head Hunters of New Rome fought with religious fervor to reclaim such a sacred site. To use it against these heretics of the North. The harsh cracks of their rifles echoed through the trenches. Muffled only by the Hellmouth's howling gale.
Challenging their presence was the voracious Lucid Hunger. The horde of tooth and claw swarmed through the trenches. Despite the well-aimed shots of the Pilgrims, a wave of putrescent flesh came cascading down upon the cannon.
A well-placed bullet from the Hunger caused a pile of blessed artillery shells to explode. The roar of it was near deafening. While none were seriously injured, the cliff rumbled. The cursed spirits of the cannon's operators arose from their slumber. They rushed to protect their charge.
Since the day they set foot in the Kola Peninsula, these Pilgrims had faced insurmountable trials. Their faith has been tested numerous times. Despite it all, their zeal remained unflinching as they pushed further toward the Hellgate of the North.
On this day, their faith alone wasn't enough. The ravenous numbers of the Hunger overwhelmed them, and now the holy cannon lies in diseased hands.