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Argh. For some reason hcrealms was working really slowly as I tried to put together our teams for easy access. By the time I got the Indys I realized they weren't included. Argh I say. Sorry I'll have to map out my group tomorrow.
I'm afraid it's been like that for over a week now. I've posted to the feedback forum to mention it, but no word on when it'll be fixed. To make things worse, Creation Matrix has revamped too, and their boards and figure manager are unavailable too.
I've been doing what I can with the team builder and them just called up the missing figures in the units section when I need them.
The witches gather in the Massachusetts corn fields to plot their movements. The chilled autumn wind augers an uncomfortable feeling of doom.
Strange is frail, his normally dominant personality weak. "We must move tonight. By daybreak the corn fields and pumpkin patches and dairy farms will only offer us to our enemies as prizes."
Morgan grabs his hand in a move portending a lovers show of support but truly one of dominance. It makes Wanda wince. "Yes my love. Lanterns and candles and potions of warmth will avail us naught. We move now to the bay. We shall charge a ship to take us from this treacherous land."
"To the Newfoundland perhaps?" asked the Alchemist, "I always wanted to go there. To study the..."
"No, you dolt," Morgana chides.
Before she can explain Wanda chimes in. "Wait..she shall tell us. Look and listen, my lady has never done my wrong before...".
From Wanda's hand a light emerges and in light form, Clea.
The women had plotted this before, as a way to get Clea's presence into this time in case it was needed without too much questioining.
In a dress of many colors but all a version of pink and purple Clea stands upon Wanda's hand and all the others are mesmerized.
"Lady Clea," asks Wanda, "To which way is our destiny?"
"Pumpkin patches, lantern light
Shield safely in the night
Around a lake that calleths forth
Fates seek a presence north"
Then darkness surrounds the witch from Romania's hand and Clea is gone. Despite Morgana's slight displeasure the group heads north. Right into the path of the witch hunters...
Hm. I don't have any fliers on my team. That'll give you a pretty good advantage. Should have thought of that when I put this together. Never occured to me to check, I was so concerned with characters that "fit". Oh well.
Torquemada's Leadership: 3
Wolvesbane moves to H7
Judge Fire to H8
Kraven moves to L19, Outwits Diablo's Outwit
Punisher to G16
V Torquemada B14
V Magdalena B15
V Judge Fire @ H8
E Blade B16
V Kraven @ L19 (stealth)
V Huntress B11
V Scarecrow B7
E Punisher @ G16 (stealth)
V Wolvesbane @ H7
V Moon Knight B13
"There they are," Kraven said as the witches emerged from cover at the other side of the pond, slinking up stealthily, using the trees for cover.
"After them, my pet," Torquemada ordered, and the young girl moved forward, beginning to change as she did so. It seemed she was growing fur, and her body shape was beginning to become more animal-like.
"A werewolf," the Punisher observed, checking for his silver musket balls.
"Yes," Torquemada agreed, "but one completely under my control. You have nothing to fear from her. I cannot say the same for the witches."
V Torquemada B14
V Magdalena @ G16 (stealth)
V Judge Fire H8
E Blade @ H20 (stealth)
V Kraven L19 (stealth)
V Huntress B11
V Scarecrow B7
E Punisher @@ K16 (stealth)
V Wolvesbane @@ H7 (1 click)
V Moon Knight @ G15 (stealth)
Rahne completed her change into a wolf form. At Torquemada's command, most of the remaining force moved forward, still using the greenery for cover. Moon Knight, sensing a strong ally in Magdalena decided to stay close to her for now.
Afraid not. Once you've been Outwitted, the only way to get the power back is if I lose Outwit. Otherwise it's gone until the beginning of my next turn.
"Turn off the lanterns!" Morgan Le Fay commands, "No. Never mind."
Using the light of the lantern she absorbs the flame and redirects it to the source of the movement.
Judge Fire is ironically hit by the force of the flame blast Morgan created.
"A man..." Illyana whispered, "made of flame".
"Judge Fire" snickers the Alchemist.
"Now we know we are not alone with the deer and elk in the dark," Morgan says, "So much for your magic ladies words, gypsy witch," she says leering at Wanda.
"Perhaps, this is our fate..and the Lady Clea knew it," Strange yells, "Now, keep quiet, we must push through these woods as peacefully and fearlessly as possible."