Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
'Ardrot Glowfang spent much of his time punishing those Ogres that came close enough for him to charge. Despite the fear that penetrated his rage on one occasion, and caused him to fail to charge and then fail to hit, he managed to cut down to size or entirely eliminate several regiments of the outsized Moongazers while their lord was distracted pursuing a large unit of Orc Boyz that happened to cross his path.One regiment of Ogres with their Lord and a Bruiser, managed to charge down on a regiment of Boyz, trampling many. Loud were the screams of the Ocs as they were rendered down into nibbles for the Great Maw that Rules All. The Boyz could not take much of that and broke, fleeing in terror.
Soon enough, the orc boyz recovered their taste for battle, forming up again, only to flee again once attacked again. The Tyrant, Averin charged the Rock Lobba, causing the goblins manning it to flee in terror, despite the bully's exhortations that they stand and fight the 900 pound monstrosity bearing down on them.
The Leadbelchers let loose a blast of their gunz, or would have, but one misfired, nearly killing himself and his compatriot. The other leadeblcher aimed and carefully fired his cannon, grunting about "Spider, Da udder udder white meat." and pulping no less than six of the arachnids and their riders. Again the Bruiser and his Bulls charged the Boyz and broke them once and for all even as the crew of the rock lobba were whipped back into line by the bully, only to get in the way of the Orc Big Unz.
As darness fell, Lord Glowfang killed a few more Bulls, adding their heads to his collection. The remaining Moongazers could not close with the Rockjaws before the end of teh battle, and the Averin was forced to quit the field in dejection.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
The Rockjaw's shaman urged his boar forward alongside the spider riders, casting Waagh magicks every round, yet failing to harm the hardy Ogres. The Rockjaws' spider riders shot arrow after arrow at the Ogres, who plucked the arrows from their thick hides and picked their teeth, taunting the goblins, who charged forward, ful of the Waaagh, only to flee in stark terror once the Ogres stepped from behind the defensive wall they had thrown up and charged them.
As night fell the Ogres went back to eating, and the Orcs retired, bewildered and disappointed that the Ogres did not offer battle
The battle was hard fought and both generals led their troops admirably. Animosity plagued the Grand Git, as well as just plain bad luck. Fanatics careening through their own troops, squig herds breaking from missile fire. Fanatics and threir hard balls denting but failing to penetrate the heavy armor of the Silver Helms.
The Mistborne Host used the terrain to good effect. The Silver Helms and the hero who led them in battle struck again and again, charging the Grand Git on his chariot, and shattering any goblins who got in their way, but only at great cost, as all of them were lost after killing the Git in a gallant charge.