Not even the cloud of black death that approaches them can make the witches help you. Your words are met by defiant glares and you have no time to argue. Turning back, you face the full might of the oncoming swarm. Torches raised, you shout to hold the line.
EACH OATHSWORN PERFORMS A SURVIVAL CHECK (DIFFICULTY 6)
IF YOU HAVE THE WITCH OATHSWORN WITH YOU, ADD ONE TO EACH RESULT
ANY THAT FAIL LOSE 1 HIT POINT AS THE BURROWERS FIND YOUR FLESH
LOSE 1 SQUAD (REPRESENTED ON THE HIT POINT DICE)
Men scream as the swarm reaches the line. Biting and boring, the burrowers search for eyes, ears and mouths. The exchange is horrifying, but the fire has the desired effect. You only manage to kill a small portion with the flames, but the primal fear of the fire's blinding heat is enough to drive the rest of the swarm away. What they leave in their wake are the punctured corpses of one of your squads.
Not waiting to see if they will return, you set the army back into its formation and move out.
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