Battle of Snayfwickby
Warhammer Ancient Battles Shieldwall Battle Report

Neldoreth - November 14th, 2005

The mists from the ocean had yet to settle under the before morning sun broke over the sea when the scout returned. The young Bondi came, red faced and eager, to his Leader bearing news that the Saxons and the Vikings from the Isles had stopped their fighting and made camp together...

Hugin points out the enemy camp,
Munin sounds the muster! To War!

Hugin Greataxe knew that the vikings from the Isles made deals with the serpents and the tricksters, so the news did not surprise him... If they wanted to side with the English, then they would die with the English.

He sent for his brother Munin and they made plans for battle together: They would attack the camp immediately. The blow would come swift and deadly, and hopefully while the enemy slumbered in their tents, and this land would fall to the mighty axes of the Norwegians!

Unfortunately for them, they were spied making their plans. A lowly thrall from the isles, running from the chains of his master toward the sea in hopes of escape stopped short. The thrall, realizing that death at the hands of the invaders might be worse than death at the hands of his former master, returned to the camp where the Islemen and the Saxons slept and woke his lord to prepare for battle....

The Norwegians of Hugin and Munin take to the battlefield, facing off against the line of Islemen and Saxons as the mists clear from the lands and the sun dawns over the sea.

And thus it was that Hugin and Munin saw the battle line of the vikings from the Isles and the English assembled with the clearing of the mists. Hugin looked to his brother, and down the line of his warriors and noted with apprehension that the enemies seemed greater in number than his raiders. But still, by the will of Odin, he swore to cover the field with the blood of the English and the Islemen before the day was half done!

With the loosing of the arrows from the Hugin's archers, battle was begun. Neither Saxons nor Islemen fell, but many arrows lay awaiting a new home in the chest of an enemy still yet.

On they came. The Islemen and the Saxons advanced under the cover of their slaves, hurling javelins and chanting death, on they came. Many Islemen died by the arrow points of Hugin's archers, paying a heavy price for their advances. The Saxons were much more lucky, and there was no doubt in Hugin's mind that they planned to let the Islemen do their dirty work! But today it would not help them!

The viking archers found many targets among the Islemen, many of which did not return to their island home after the battle was done! (Note the Islemen bases are outlined in yellow, the Saxon bases in red, and the Norwegian bases in blue)

The skirmishing fighters battled, a weak foreshadowing of the fighting to come. Hugin noticed his arches on his right flank break from combat with the Saxon skirmishers and hoped that their failure was not forshadowing for the remainder of the battle.

The viking archers loose arrows into the skirmishing Saxons to little effect. Frustrated by their lack of targets they charged, Saxon blood was all they desired. But it was not to be, they fled under the javelins of their enemy... (Note the Islemen bases are outlined in yellow, the Saxons bases in red, and the Norwegian bases in blue)

Finally, the Islemen, enraged at losing so many of their numbers under the arrows of Hugin's archers, charged. But it was too soon, and they slowed, their charge failed...

Although their charge failed, the looming advance of the Islemen kept the Norwegian lines filled with apprehension... (Note the Islemen bases are outlined in yellow, the Saxon bases in red, and the Norwegian bases in blue)

So it was that Hugin, seeing the leader of the Islemen and his host, having advanced beyond the protection of their battle line, called the charge. Down the hill he, his brother Munin, and his men, with fury in their hearts, charged at the Islemen. But even with the ferocity of his vikings with their charge, there were some that were more ferocious than the others! Out from the ranks leapt Bork and his brother Borke! Swords flashing, shrugging off blows, they bit into the Islemen like terror! Blood was spilled, screams were heard, and before Hugin's host could join the battle, five Islemen already lay dead.

Bork and Borke hit the lines of the Islemen with iron flailing! No less than five Islemen fall to their swords... The fighting begins with the blood of the Islemen drenching the field of battle! (Note the Islemen's bases are outlined in yellow, the Saxons' in red and the Norwegians in blue)

With that the clash of sword and axe was heard. The tearing of chainmail and flesh danced accross the battlefield. The screams of men sundered the air. Under this rain of death Munin met the lord of the Islemen and, lusting for noble blood, issued a challenge, man-to-man. And so the lord of the Isles accepted, and they fought while Hugin tore and killed many Islemen with his axe.

The Lord of the Islemen,
it was he who dispatched
Munin, brother of Hugin.

But that day Odin saw no mercy for Munin, and as he lunged he fell, smoting his head on a stone and lieing still on the field of battle. And so it was that Hugin saw the lord of the Islemen cleave his brother Munin as he lay there! Rage ripped through Hugin as he fought his way toward the Isleman who ran his brother through... But before he could reach him, the Islemen, fearing the charge of Higin's vicous horde broke and fled from the fight. Pausing to lament the loss of his brother, Hugin's men failed to catch the fleeing Islemen!

But in his rage, Hugin had advanced his men too far, for the rest of his army lay behind him and the enemy to his flanks. He called for his men to stand firm for the charge and so they did. The Saxons and the remaining Islemen swooped in like the vultures they were, and Hugin's men were assailed from both flanks. They fought well though, and only few fell! Still, many of his men wavered at the assault, but by the grace of Odin, Hugin managed to rally them and keep them in the fight.

By the grace of Odin indeed! (after being hit on both sides, losing a couple Norwegian vikings, and losing the rank bonus, Hugin needed to roll a four or under to avoid fleeing... Those blank dice faces you see represent ones... One of the only times it is best to roll snake-eyes!)

It was then that the remainder of Hugin's army charged the remainder of the Saxons. The battle was bloody and fierce and no man won that fight save for the mighty horn blower Bardi, who played down the Saxon horn, striking terror into them, and so they ran. Hugin's army chased, but being seduced by their own horn blower's song, they failed to cath the fleeing Saxons.

Bardi's Norwegian vikings fail to catch the fleeing Saxons! Bardi's boys could be heard screaming for the cowards to stop, but they didn't... (Note the Islemen's bases are outlined in yellow, the Saxons' in red and the Norwegians in blue)

Hugin made his way to the Saxon Lord, ready to do battle to the death, but it was already too late. Scared at the breaking of their fellow Saxons at the music of Bardi, the Saxon lord fled for his life. Hugin ran after them, cursing the Saxon's god, but remembered that his men were still fighting the Islemen, and so he returned, but not before he saw that the Lord of the Isles had turned back to the fight, and charged his men once more!

The Saxon Lord flees from the battle as Hugin called for him to stay and fight. But it wasn't to be. The Saxon lord fled the field then and there, and was never to return! (Notice Hugin on the lower right of the Norwegian viking unit, he is pointing at the fleeing Saxons 'Come back and die like men!')

Mystified by the amazing prowess of Hugin's horde, the men with Bardi failed to move into the battle to aid Hugin. Hugin let out a warcry as his axe tore at the men of the Lord of the Islemen. Many fell under his axe, many of his men also slayed the Islemen where they stood, and again, the Lord of the Islemen's men fled the field of battle, and so did the rest of his army.

It was a red day for the alliance of Islemen and Saxons. By battle's end most of them were fleeing the field, and the rest were doomed to follow! (Note that the Islemen's bases are outlined in yellow, the Saxons' in red, and the Norwegian's in blue)

And so it was that Hugin, now brotherless (or perhaps not, by the will of Odin!) surveyed the battlefield. He saw many dead Islemen and Saxons, as well as the backs of those that fled the battlefield. Today the Norwegians ruled this camp. Tomorow they would rule all of England and the Isles!!!

Oh shame... The Lord of the Saxons who fled the battle!


That battle was great! I had the honour of commanding the Norwegians, and although they should have been killed and routed from the field of battle after they were charged on the flanks, they managed to pull through. Though I am not sure that I have ever played a game where the gods have looked so favourably on me (indeed, it must take a lot of work to defy the laws of probability!), but it was great fun. My noble and very skilled opponents Sean (Islemen) and Cory (Saxon) played an excellent game and although I like to poke fun at their chosen armies, they are an absolute pleasure to play against!