The End of The First Old World League

Six months of war now fade into legend. Across frozen valleys, burning keeps, and blood‑soaked crossroads, twenty commanders marched their armies through triumph, ruin, and rivalry. Oaths were sworn, grudges renewed, and victories carved into the memory of the Old World.

Now the drums fall silent. The banners are lowered. The last dice rest where they fell.

What remains are the stories — the desperate charges, the impossible holds, the friendships forged in battle, and the grudges that will echo into the next age. Every commander leaves this league changed, their name etched into the long chronicle of our shared war.

The campaign ends, but the Old World endures. And those who fought within it will be remembered.

To be continued....

The winner of the league is none other than...

Count Von Fluffy III, Bringer of darkness, Rimmer of many, Master of the sacred shank, Defender of the Studds, Bane of Pigeons

Trophy was painted by none other than our own Nick Walsh, many thanks to him.

And here are the final scores for those interested: