Notes: The part of the electric cart is played by a chariot (with a yellowish base). I quickly improvised a rocket with some wood pieces. A meeple acts as the rocket's derrick.
Two companies of Templar knights and a band of Seers formed a defensive line against the primals rushing down the road.
More primals appear. The Templars are locked in combat while the Sunstone flees.
Primals cut down the Seers and the cart is temporarily stuck. At least the Templars on the right were victorious.
The primals begin chasing the immobile cart.
But the victorious Templars catch the pursuing primals from the rear. The Queen's minions don't stand a chance. The cart is mobile again and rushes towards the rocket.
Now the Templars face off against primals and the Queen's Handmaidens.
The Templars succumb to the enemy numbers.
Zephyria, centurion of the Handmaidens, waded through the field of dead or dying Templars. As she passed, she heard a laugh. Surprised, she looked around. A wounded Templar smirked at her.
"Why do you laugh?!"
"You're too late." the Templar stated. At that moment, Zephyria could hear the blast of a rocket's engines. She looked up and saw a ship lifting into the sky.
"Say goodbye to the Sunstone." the Templar said, his voice faltering as his blood trickled through his numerous wounds.
Zephyria screamed in anger, then turned on the Templar. "You shall pay for your insolence!"
The Templar laughed. "If the Maker is for us, what can you hope to achieve?"
In anger, Zephyria plunged her sword through the Templar's heart. She snorted in derision. "Your Maker did not save you from my death stroke!"
Yet her victory felt hollow. for now she had to report the Sunstone's escape to her queen. She looked upon her fallen foe. How was it that his face looked so content?