Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of...

For months the mightiest of generals have battled all across Flintshard, from sneakys goblins to ruinous daemons, with a sprinkling of chivalry and dwarven beer. 15 generals decended the Flintshard coast, each of them carving out a territory for their own agenda, all the whole on persuit of a foolish quest to find the temple of Kold. For months the generals battled, expanding their territories and armies through the help of nefarious advisor (Aidan). The final battle was surely held in the realms of chaos, as the winds of magic made the generals surge with power and mutations, but alas a sneaky stabby good for nothing goblin came out on top.

The campaign has finished and with a great success as well! Alan has produced an amazing trophy ( earning the scorn of many clubmembers wives in the process) and Aidan has delivered an amazing narrative campaign. I have no doubt that the campaign will return later in the year. Look forward to it!

The winner Mr Nick "The Reroll" Walsh

The unhospitable realms of chaos! (Disclaimer: This is pure fiction, any similiarities to Rhyl are purely coincidental)