Turn 1
The harsh rumbling voices of the Rock folk could be heard as Grakkor urged his kin out into the clearing. Puffs of smoke clouded the hill as several cannonballs sailed through the air but fell woefully short. An ungor yelped as a huge chunk of stone narrowly missed flattening him. One Plaguebull grunted as a massive bolt skewered his side but doggedly kept pace with his brothers.
Boroks and Skarzz both prayed to Father Nurgle for plagues to smite those before them but the irritating innate resistance of the Rock folk made the prayers go unanswered.
Grakkor's only hope was to close the distance as quickly as possible and get into combat with them. Then the Rock folk would feel pain...much pain.
Not much happened here. The Dwarfs went first but their guesses were horribly underranged with only the stonethrower managing to partial an ungor and then missing. A bolt thrower did cause 2 wounds in the 3 Plaguebull unit but that was it. He also had a nice little rune that sucked up one of my power dice so with only 5...yeah good luck getting a spell off...
Turn 2
The Herd's began to grunt and howl excitedly as the range closed. Soon, so soon and they could rend flesh! The scent was intoxicating!
Grakkor almost sumbled as he contemplated the faces of those before him that would soon meet their doom. Why did they smile? And what were those large metal tubed things they were working on?
Then the screaming began....
Way better shooting....ouch....
2 out of the 3 Plaguebulls were lost to a bolt thrower and a cannonball which also did a wound to the spawn who, after an initial stunning 9" now only managed 3....
One Organ gun completely wiped a unit of Hounds out...ahh well big surprise
This is where I made a slight mistake that turned into a huge tactical blunder...more on that next turn..
And once again I didn't manage to cast anything.
Turn 3
There was so much smoke! His herd was dying! All around the brays of anticipation had turned to terror. The Warhounds in front of him, confused and driven to near hysteria by the loud booms, smoke and fire, raced in front of him, cutting off his route to the hill. One second he was cursing at them and bellowing for them to move, the next, in a horrific rolling of thunder, they were transformed into flying fur and red mist.
"Dreadlord!" screamed Boroks as he pushed his way past paniced Ungors. 'We must run! It is too powerful!"
OMG I hate warmachines....Last of the smaller Plaguebull wiped out, another wound taken on the spawn and the Hounds obliterated by an Organ Gun.
Now in my last movement phase I had done a rather stupid thing...in anticipation of charging I went and moved my hounds up and wheeled them so they could hopefully either flank as support for my Beast Herd, who would be in charge range next turn, or possibly clip an Organ gun. However I failed to take into account the hedge and lenght of my large Mino unit with Doombull.... They were blocked by the hounds and the hedge....
Hounds get blown to kingdom come and it's panic tests for the Herd and Doombulls unit.
No biggie right? I have Ld9...just roll for Herd first ......roll boxcars....then it comes to Grakkors turn...2 new dice ....roll 11.....
Both units turn around and run 9" and 5"......
I am so toast.
Turn 4
"We stop!" Grakkor bellowed. "We Stop now! Attack them! We can take them!" Gradually his fleeing Herd kin stopped and once more shook themselves out into a battleline. Boroks, either too deafened from the blasts or too far away to hear, continued running back to the safety of the trees with the Gors and Ungors.
Skarzz had a moment of trepidation...he could possibly charge into the Rock folk with his Pestigor bodyguard and begin the slaughter but where were the others? And what had become of his leader and fellow shaman? The spawn faithfully lurching beside them vanished in a splatter of gore. As he mulled over what he had just seen the herd stumbled forwards and the Dwarfs eagerly began to shift their ranks.....
Skarzz realized his horrible mistake..."Plaguefather! Aid me!" HE brayed as he pulled out the secret stone from his satchel and willed the power of his staff to quicken the Pestigor's hooves...Yes! He could feel the power! And then....the great bellowing laughter as a heavily runed fist punched into the sjy from the warrior as if trying to catch a fly....
So...Spawn bites it with a cannonball. One chariot gets turned into kindling by a cannonball and a lot of misses...It would have been really scary if he was actually rolling well on his weapons
lol. Doombull manages to rally but the Beast Herd(with Boroks in tow) leg it off the table. Looking at the distance between my Pestigors and the Warriors I figured it was probably 11-12" and so elected just to move...why? I have no idea...probably just freaked from the carnage of his poor rolling warmachines. A measure showed I actually could have charged! Ahh crud....time to pull out the Staff, a Power Stone and hope for Irresistable! No such luck.....scrolled....oooooh boy i am so dead.
Turn 5
Grakkor could only watch as Skarzz and his herd stumbled and floundered right in front of the hill. With a great "Huzzah!", short old looking Rock folk with ornate armour and massive axes slammed into their flank. It was too much for the confused herd and they broke...running for safety. His last chariot splintered and fell apart, the Tuskgors squealing in pain as it was hit by a storm of small metal balls...
"Now we leave," Grakkor told his herd kin. "Back to the trees. The Rock folk will not pursue. It is not their way."
Longbeards flank charge the Pestigors, kill 3, win combat and the Pestigors leg it off the table. Last chariot is blown away by the Organ gun. Only Grakkor, Rakkashi, and the 4 Plaguebulls are alive.
Result:
Massacre for the Dwarfs.....BUT WAIT
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Informed after by my opponent that he screwed up and only had 2 core (just finished a 3,000pt and dropped his army points down to face mine)!!!
Win for the Beasts
I'll take it...even though it's on a technicality
Post Game Rundown
Gah! I did not kill a single enemy model! And even though Malorian did have some severely spectacularly dismal rolls with his warmachines he only managed to misfire once on the stonethrower and it just couldn't shoot.....big whoop.
I could not believe I screwed my Doombull charge up by sticking the Hounds in front of him!.....no idea what to say there.
Shoulda, coulda charged with the Pestigors but 16 vs. 24 warriors w/3+ save? Not thinking I would have killed enough to force a panic and even if I could have it was too little, too late.
On the bright side....technically most of my units ran off the table so technically they survived....right?
Grakkor will return but he is going to have a very serious sitdown with his 2 Shaman subordinates......
BUT WAIT
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Informed after by my opponent that he screwed up and only had 2 core (just finished a 3,000pt and dropped his army points down to face mine)!!!
Win for the Beasts
I'll take it...even though it's on a technicality
, Ogre Kingdoms
