Yes, I fear the kingdom of the undead is teetering on the brink. I attribute my imminent defeat to unfair prejudice. We’re just a disorganized bunch of bumbling rotten corpses, after all, not expansion-mad efficiency experts like our pointy-eared neighbors, nor well-organized manticore aficiandos like our former “friends,” the tigrans.
The first act of the game was fun and had some nice diplomatic tension. Early contact and trade between the undead and tigrans established an uneasy peace, which began to ebb away as the tigrans refused trade offers and undead intelligence revealed the fraternization of elf and tigran units behind enemy lines. They formed an alliance against me relatively early in the game, which I attribute to the aforementioned prejudice. I mean really, I wasn’t posing a threat; I just think we’d all be happier buried in the same graveyard.
My best hero was, Grar, a level 7 orc warrior who managed to scoop up some great items and could strike down lesser units in a single blow, but he met a tragic end at the lances of some Iron Maidens in a bungled probe on the elf capital. Prior to that, The only real strategic success I had was raiding elven territory to raze their Life node, but even that turned sour, as the raiding party was promptly annihilated and the node was rebuilt WITHIN ONE TURN. If skeletons could cry, these eyesockets would’ve welled up, I tell you.
The other memorable moment for me was the little minuet danced between the elven heroes’ armies and one of my heroes and a bone dragon, which thanks to the adjacent-hex rule and the wizard domain aura generated by heroes, felt like a delicate stand-off. Ending, of course, with the unceremonious use of excessive druidic force, which reduced said dragon to a tangled heap of bones.
My biggest mistake was inadequate reconnaissance. I even warned Alan and Paxton ahead of time that there were no watchtowers on the map, so they should scout, scout scout – and then I failed to do so myself. I played a lot more impulsively than I should have.
All in all, it was quite fun. I look forward to seeing how long I can withstand the approaching hordes. But beware, foes of mine, that long after the dust settles… the undead will rise again!