Spending the night on a small farm on the way to Kraków, the Polish adventurers were ambushed by the belligerent witch-hunter Laird Tregowdy and his grim Calvinist henchmen. Surrounded by musketeers and archers, the Poles prepared to fight their way out, or face execution for their ill-defined but presumably quite grievous sins...
|Poles at the farmstead|
|Laird Tregowdy leads from behind|
|witch-hunters from the northwest|
|witch-hunters from the southeast|
|Pancerni cuts down a Scotsman...|
|...but an archer's dagger finds its mark|
|A scary moment for Pan Blaszkowicz|
|a musketeer joins the melee|
|bow beats musket|
|The Armor of Faith|
|with Farber out-of-action, it's time to leave!|
The Poles dealt a lot of damage, but the witch-hunters held on until the Poles got unlucky and failed a break test. The MVP was probably the Puritan preacher, who was able to occupy both Polish characters (and survive, thanks to his Armor of Faith spell), thus buying time for the flagellant/clansman to recover. Once the burly claymore-wielder was back on his feet, it was no great difficulty to cut down Sergeant Farber, which sent the Poles running.
Despite the victory, the witch-hunters got off worse than the Poles in the end. Sergeant Farber and the two Polish swordsmen recovered with no ill effects, But one of the witch-hunter musketeers died of his wounds, and Laird Tregowdy was robbed by peasants before he was able to rejoin his fellows. So, a Pyrrhic victory for the humorless fanatic.
(I'll post another, spoooOOOoookier battle tomorrow. I couldn't resist playing a witch-hunt today, in tribute to Thursday's congressional hearing. At least the Laird did better than his namesake!)