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HAMAR VALLEY

MISERY, DRACONIS COMBINE

17 MAY 3028

puter didn’t claim a hit. It was too far to tell. Rowe called up the last attack’s

recordings.

Fifteen missiles. He’s got to be short of ammo . He looked at the recharge indi-

cator on the PPC—still red—but smiled nonetheless. I don’t run out of ammo .

Rowe leaned the Panther into the wind, trusting the computer not to put its

foot wrong. The heat from his ring disappeared quickly into the frigid Misery

air. The PPC beeped ready. The red icon on his HUD moved to his left, away

from the boulder. He adjusted his course. Alarms rang. More missiles ickered

in the snow. Several impacted the boulder’s wall, sending chunks of ice the

size of the Panther ’s head crashing to the snow-covered oor. Rowe adjusted

his aim, held his re.

There . The blue-painted Trebuchet was suddenly there, as if the wind had

shifted and blown all the snow out of the way. Rowe laughed viciously and

red. The Lord’s Light took the Trebuchet low in the chest, blasting armor

free and rocking the fty-ton ’Mech back. The Dragoon red back, ruby-red

medium lasers. One of them burned at the armor over the Panther ’s left shin.

Rowe ignored it. He was within 200 meters—even if the Dragoon had the mis-

siles left, they’d soon be too inaccurate to matter.

The PPC chimed. Rowe red, again taking the Trebuchet in the chest. The

Dragoon reversed his movement, trying to open the range. The Trebuchet

could walk backward almost as fast as Rowe could advance. The Panther ’s

throttles were already at the stops. Rowe leaned forward, straining against his

restraints. The Dragoon’s medium lasers ickered—two hit him, left arm and

right leg. He ignored it again.

His PPC hit the Trebuchet again in the right torso, blasting the last of its

armor away and nearly coring it through. The Dragoon clapped the ’Mech’s

arm against its side and kept backing away. Rowe shouted in triumph— cow-

ard ! Fifteen tons the Trebuchet had on him and the child at the controls was

running away. He triggered the short-range missile launcher in the Panther ’s

chest, but all four missiles missed.

The wind picked up again as the Trebuchet cleared the rear side of the

boulder—it was more than a hundred meters long, boulder may not have

been the right word, and part of Rowe wondered why he was thinking about

that—and the snow concealed the ’Mech. He red again, but without a target

more substantial than an icon on his HUD he missed. He kept moving forward,

hoping for a break in the snow. One or two more shots… the snow cleared.

A silver-painted Stalker all but congealed out of the snow. Rowe jerked his

controls, throwing the Panther to the side. Two large lasers stabbed at the Pan-

ther ’s chest, denuding it. Rowe screamed at the injustice— the Trebuchet!—but

kicked his jump jets, angling up and back. Another ’Mech appeared, a silver

Shogun . Missiles. More lasers. The Panther came down hard, stumbled. It fell.

The Trebuchet appeared then, sprinting forward, arms ailing, smoke whis-

pering from its torso. Rowe stabbed the PPC into the ground, trying to force

the Panther upright. The Trebuchet came on, near-sliding, and drew its foot

back for a kick. Rowe watched it, saw it coming, and threw up his hands….

Sounds assaulted him, and cold…

So very cold…

Another green icon winked o of Chu-i George Rowe’s heads-up display.

A small text box appeared in the lower-right corner of his HUD, reading out

the BattleMech’s name and its pilot. Kimball has gone to his ancestors . Rowe

adjusted his Panther ’s course and headed toward Kimball’s last position. He

signaled his company commander the coordinates, but received no reply. Tai-i

Ozuka was a busy man. His company of the Eighth Sword of Light had taken

horrendous losses. All of the companies had. Hell . Rowe was the last man in

his lance, with Kimball gone.

An ice boulder blocked his view of Kimball’s location, and his IR scanner

was already starting to ping warnings about heat in the colder-than-ice air.

Rowe keyed the right arm controls and banged the Panther’ s right arm gently

against its right leg. The bong rattled through the tough ’Mech’s frame but his

external mikes still picked up the sound of ice hitting the ground. He set the

arm back to track its aiming point and watched his HUD. Sunlight glinted o

the wreckage of a Crusader —it was missing its head—but the ice and snow

told him the wreck was several weeks old. He touched his map screen, mark-

ing the position for later salvage. We’ll need every ’Mech .

A icker of red on the HUD… the Dragoon ’Mech was close, not more than

a kilometer away. Rowe eyed the boulder looming in front of him like a midget

glacier. Would the Dragoon choose right or left? Should he wait and watch

both sides?

What if there was more than one?

Rowe jerked, shaking his head as far as his neurohelmet would allow. He

was a Sworder, damn it! The Eighth Sword of Light shouldn’t be hiding and

sniping with yohei ! These Dragoons were lucky, no question, but he was a

samurai of House Kurita. Rowe banished the doubts from his mind and chose

the left path. He pushed the throttle forward. A samurai did not wait for his

enemy to come to him. Certainly not when it was a teki .

Red ickered, disappeared, then burned to solidity on his HUD. The Pan-

ther ’s sensors drank information and painted a wireframe diagram in a small

box in the lower left corner of his screen: a Trebuchet . Snow whirled in intricate

vortices as the wind channeled between the boulders. The range counter

fell… 800 meters. 700. He took up half the slack on his trigger—600 meters—

— alarms —

Long-range missiles burned out of the snow but Rowe had already jerked

the Panther to the side. His body strained against the restraints, unconsciously

mimicking the ’Mech’s movement as his mind blurred with the neurohelmet

and the ’Mech’s computer acceded.

500 meters. He still couldn’t see the Dragoon.

Rowe manipulated his controls and triggered the PPC. Welcome heat—

never expected to admit that —bloomed in his cockpit. Actinic, blue-white

light ashed against the icy walls and the snow, ashing every snow ake into

a microsecond’s relief. The snow swallowed the light quickly, but his com-

light ashed against the icy walls and the snow, ashing every snow ake into

a microsecond’s relief. The snow swallowed the light quickly, but his com-

Sounds assaulted him, and cold…

So very cold…

light ashed against the icy walls and the snow, ashing every snow ake into

a microsecond’s relief. The snow swallowed the light quickly, but his com-

back for a kick. Rowe watched it, saw it coming, and threw up his hands….

Sounds assaulted him, and cold…

So very cold…

W elcome to Historical Turning Points: Misery, a campaign book designed to give players the opportunity to ght in one of the

landmark con icts of the Inner Sphere’s tumultuous history.

The general information contained in the Atlas and Combatants sections gives players the tools needed to ght an in nite

number of engagements on Misery, while the Track section gives details on some of the larger and more pivotal battles of the planetary

struggle. The Track sections can be used with stand-alone games set in 3028.

The Atlas section presents a global view followed by some quick facts about Misery. Included in this section you will nd terrain

tables broken into various categories. These tables can be used as a random chart to determine the maps used in the tracks, or simply

as a guide to give you ideas of the types of terrain found on the world. This section also contains a list of various additional terrain types,

environment and other rules that can be used to enhance your game experience. All players should agree whether or not to use any or

all of these features before play begins.

The Combatants section gives details on the units who participated in the con ict and can be used by players who wish to add

authenticity to their game. While the units who actually participated in the battles are noted, in most cases the numbers on each side are

left undetermined. This allows the players to pursue the tracks with di erent forces as they wish. The rough ratio of forces on each side is

provided as a guideline. Players should feel free to balance the forces in each track as they see t, whether by battle value, tonnage, total

number of ’Mechs, or whatever else suits them.

The Tracks section presents several key battles that occurred on the world, though they are not the only ones. Players wishing to

incorporate these tracks into their Chaos Campaign campaigns should use the Warchest Points (WP) listed in the brackets. Optional

points are awarded only if the group achieves at least one Objective while using the listed option. Objective points are cumulative as

they are achieved, unless otherwise noted.

The Annex section contains three o cial Record Sheets. First is the Ostroc of Michi Noketsuna, aide to Tai-sho Minobu Tetsuhara. Next

is the Stalker of Sho-sho Jagawen Torisobo of the Eighth Sword of Light, and the Atlas of Dragoon Captain Danielle Rondema.

CREDITS

Project Development: Ben H. Rome

BattleTech Line Developer: Herb A. Beas II

Writing: Jason Schmetzer

STAR LEAGUE ERA

CLAN INVASION ERA

JIHAD ERA

Editing: Ben H. Rome

Production Sta

Cover Design and Layout: Matt Heerdt

Evolved Faction Logos Design: Jason Vargas

Maps and Unit Logos: Ray Arrastia

Record Sheets: David L. McCulloch

Factchecking/Playtesting: Joel Agee, Joel Bancroft-

Connors, Johannes Heidler, Mike Miller, Darrell Myers,

Michael Pfister, Aaron Pollyea, Luke Richardson,

Andreas Rudolph, Eric Salzman, Chris SmithØystein

Tvedten, Chris Wheeler, Patrick Wynne

For more information about the Battle of Misery,

or Wolf’s Dragoons in general, see the sourcebook

Wolf ’s Dragoons or the novel Wolves on the Border , by

Robert N. Charrette. Additional information about the

Dragoons can be found the novel Wolf Pack by Robert

N. Charrette and several sourcebooks including Field

Manual: Mercenaries .

SUCCESSION WARS ERA

CIVIL WAR ERA

DARK AGE ERA

NOTE!

The last four pages of this PDF are sized for 11” x 17” paper. Please keep

this in mind when printing out the document.

W elcome to Historical Turning Points: Misery, a campaign book designed to give players the opportunity to ght in one of the

CIVIL WAR ERA

MISERY

Noble Ruler: Coordinator Takashi Kurita

Appointed Ruler: Warlord Grieg Samsonov

Star Type (Recharge Time): F2V (173 hours)

Position in System: 4

Time to Jump Point: 18.75 days

Number of Satellites: 6 (Pain, Famine, Pestilence, Misfortune, Fear,

and Envy)

Surface Gravity: 1.1

Atm. Pressure: Standard (Breathable)

Equatorial Temperature: 4° C (Frigid)

Surface Water: 64 percent

Recharging Station: None

HPG Class Type: B

Highest Native Life: Mammal

Population: 8,000,000

Socio-Industrial Levels: D-D-B-D-C

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B o r e a l i s

Farsund

B o r e a l i s

Ruine

Magma

Mines

Magma

Mines

Magma

Mines

Laerdal

Gaston

Tsumetai

hamar

Magma

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