I. Introduction
II. Rules and setup
III. Troops involved
IV. Scenario objectives

The fog hung thick around Grianol Eyekeen as he stood on the hilltop watching the horizon. It was early morning and his watch would soon be over, as the night fled and the threat of the greenskins receded. He did not know then what lay ahead...

Suddenly, Grianol's steed shifted uneasily, neighing while it moved it's ears in a nervous way. Grianol's keen eyes swept slowly over the horizon, seeing nothing special. He didn't dismis his trusty steed that easily. A silvery note rang out and seemed to hang in the air. Once again he swept the horizon with his gaze. This time he saw it. A cloud of dust far, far away that seemed to be moving towards the forest.

Meanwhile, High Elf Lord Tyrion shouted orders to his soldiers where he rode up and down the ranks of the high elf raiding-force. Their mission was to scout the outskirts of the forest of Loren, and look for signs of any elves. This meant that they would most likely be subjected to ferocious attacks by whoever lived in the forest. Lord Tyrion and his army had been on their way for some five weeks by now, including the voyage across the sea from Ulthuan to Tilea. In Tilea he had arranged for an escort to take him and his men through the Vaults and into the most southern part of the forest of Loren, the meadow glades. The Tileans had left three days ago, after they had seen that the elves had safely descended from the mountains. The arrangement was that they would return in a week to escort Lord Tyrion back to Mirigliano in Tilea so he could embark on his ships to get home as soon as possible to report to the Phoenix king.
But now the army was left alone for four days more and the spirit was high while they were nearing their goal. Lord Tyrion pulled the reins of his horse Malhandir to slow his pace. As he stood there watching his men march along the trail, he thought he could just see a line of treetops in the distance.

Grianol cried out his callsign. Soon other guardians joined in and soon, he knew, the word would be passed all the way to the council. Although he did not know what sort of danger was closing in, he could feel in the energies of the borderstone that it was a great one, indeed.

The high elves trailed on in their shining armour, while the Silver Helms rode out some distance ahead to scout the lie of the land. Their reports spoke of no threats at all. Lord Tyrion felt completely sure that he would be able to make any outlawish elves pledge their loyalty to the Phoenix king once again. The army was beginning to enter the outskirts of the forest, and would soon make camp.
The army was camped and it was time for the evening meal, when suddenly someone cried out, a cry from a wounded elf. In seconds, more cries followed. Lord Tyrion races out of his tent, just to see his warriors running around in a flurry of panicked activities, trying to take cover from what appeared to be arrows. The lord saw five of his brave silver helms lying dead on the ground, and several other of his brave warriors lying wounded or dead in big piles by the campfires. He was filled with rage.

That night, Grianol and his fellow scouts feasted on a wild boar they had shot when returning from their evening raid. They had been utterly amazed by what they saw when they attacked. Long rows of unarmoured elves, sitting by their campfires, completely unaware of any danger. They had let fly of all their arrows, and killed many of the unwanted intruders. The most important news of all; that the attackers were elvish, had been sent with the companys' fastest runner immediatley after the raid. This meant, Grianol thought, that the next day would be a very, very bitter one.

In the council glade the lords of the kindreds argued about how to best meet this most unexpected threat. One thing was for sure, and that was that the intruders would surely continue their hunt for the wood elves with even more effort now, when they had been stung by the arrows of the scouts. Eventually, the lords agreed to despatch what troops that were already in the area to counter the threats. Unfortuneatley this was only a handful cavalry, some archers and scouts, which would be led by the lord of the meadow glades acompanied by a couple of mages.

In the high elf camp the warriors prayed for success in their coming battle with the foe. All but eight. Eight Phoenix guards, seeing what had happened the last evening, had run off into the forest. Lord Tyrion himself spoke to his troops, promising them to do whatever he could to slay every opponent he met this day. Sunfang would taste blood this day. Much blood indeed. The eight deserters made their way through the dense bushes and undergrowth. They didn't stop until they were certain that the lord wouldn't catch them. Then they slumped against the trees, to tired of walking any longer. After some time, a scout spotted the slumbering elves and silently went to fetch his companions. A while later, they returned. Creeping around the sleeping Phoenix guards they carefully tied them up, without waking them up. When wakeing, the soldiers found themseleves surrounded by about thirty wood elves. After a while negotiating, the guards agreed to join the wood elves, and pledged loyalty to Orion, the king of the wood. The wood elf army assembled around their lord to listen to his words. They would strike shortly after dawn. They would fight to the last drop of blood. The mages of the wood chanted their arcane songs to waken the spirits of the trees. Now they could only hope for their aid, and wait for the storm...

This scenario have some special rules. Those are as follows:

1. Prince Tyrion has hatred against any elf scouts he encounters.

2. The wood elf player may draw one extra winds of magic card in the magic phase of each turn. This represents the mages being more powerful close to their home glades.

3. To represent the rough terrain, the high elf cavalry gets -1 movement.

4. No scouts may deploy in the opponents deployment zone.

5. To represent that the high-elf cavalry is scouting ahead of the main force, all unmounted units arrive turn 2 on the edge of the high-elf deployment zone. The bolt-thrower may be deployed as usual.

The same thing applies for the wood elf dryads and treemen, except that they arrive turn 3 in ANY forest in the wood-elf deployment-zone.

Each player deploys on one side of the table. The wood elf player deploy on the sides with the largest forest area. If the forest-area is equal on both sides, roll a die to determine where WE player is going to deploy. (1-3 right side, 4-6 left side).

No houses or other buildings may be present on the battlefield. All other terrain allowed.

High Elf Player troops: