Fluff for the battles. They are made of 1250 point premade armies that are split by units into the smaller armies. Round 1 was 500 point battles. It was overall a draw with under 50 VP difference.
Bogrod's Horde vs Phas-thra's Golden Army
Bogrod sat in his hall waiting for his second to arrive. As always Griphook was late. Bogrod was brutal, even for a black orc, and if anyone displeased him they would end up having no limbs. For this reason Bogrod's Bodyguard were strong and loyal. They were the ones who didn't disobey Bogrod and could survive his fighting frenzy. Despite this, Bogrod would choose to fight alone, prefering to save the enemy for himself rather than share the glory. This was how the WAAAGH! had started.
One day Bogrod had been sitting on the ground waiting for the tribe's leader to pick a fight but the leader had been very peaceful for an orc. Bogrod had gotten impatient and had challenged the leader to signle combat. In perfect orc form, the leader had charged Bogrod before he had even stood. The leader smashed bogrod in the face with a gnarled fist and drew back for a second when his arm was ripped from his body. Bogrod was standing in a second holding the leader's twitching arm in his hand. Before the leader could draw the brutal Axe from his back Bogrod had decapitated him with his own arm.
Bogrod smiled as he looked back at that victory. The giant orc was interrupted by a crash and a squeal of pain as Griphook crashed his way through the door with a small and injured looking orc behind him. Bogrod scowled down at his enemy from his high throne in the old dwarven hall. The orc behind Griphook let out a small gasp of pain. Without seeming to move, Griphook had drawn his large sword and decapitated the orc. Griphook wore no armour and had blue swirls painted on his dark skin. He was Bogrod's second and was an old and trusted, as trustable as an orc can get, ally.
"Get dem bony gitz yer squig." Bogrod snarled at his lietenant who immediately turned and left. "Stupid git, killin' Orgoff, he woz my punchbag." With that done, Bogrod walked off to find something new to break. He drew his large axe as he left through a golden door inscribed with a scarab.
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Griphook stood at the forefront of the army, watching the dust cloud in the distance get closer. The skeletons were fast, he would give them that, but they were obviously weaker than the sixteen black orcs standing around him. He had taken these bodyguard from Bogrod for this mission and had brought along the squig-bait too. The twenty night goblins were in the middle of a squabble over the biggest and shiniest bow.
The glinting gold of the chariots came into sight and Griphook roared at the goblins to get them back together. They instantly stopped fighting and arranged themselves into one long line and raised their bows, aiming at the lone chariot charging in their direction. "Cowardly littal gitz." Griphook muttered raising his two swords and kicking the ground in preperation for the coming charge. Three chariots were charging his way.
In the distance the ground erupted in a sower of dirt and sand as a horde of scarabs emerged from their buried sleep. Griphook grinned as he saw them, knowing they would never make it to him in time. A rumbling brought him back to his predicament. The three chariots were almost upon the bodyguard. The whole unit drew their dual swords as one and charged toward their attackers.
With a crunching and squeals of pain, the chariots scythed their way through the black orc's heavy armour as though it were paper. Griphook cursed his stupid but larger cousins for not avoiding the chariot's path. His eyes glowed green and a chariot headed for him. He roared his challenge as the chariot sped upp, intending to impale him. In the blink of an eye he had dived aside and caught the chariot's handle. The skeleton's turned and were about to stab him with a spear when he kicked them with his spiked boots. One erupted in a shower of bones as the heavy metal spike connected with it's head. The second managed to get away with a smashed ribcage.
Griphook hauled himself onto the chariot and decapitated the remaining crew with one of his crude choppa's. Griphook looked up in time to see the unit's boss, Grogorf, crash his massive hammer through the chariot's steeds, destroying them in a shower of bones. Griphook threw himself back to avoid crumpling himself with the chariot. Rolling head over heels Griphook skidded to a halt. He rose, rubbing his shoulder which had had most of the skin ripped off it.
Grogorf looked timid as Griphook snarled at him. Then the savage orc turned to see the boyz smashing the last chariot into timber. He grinned to see what had happened to the squig-bait only to see the lone chariot turning to his unit. The last of the Squig-bait were running away from the horror who had somehow survived three hails of the goblin's fire and slaughtered half of their numbers.
Griphook snarled and called the remaining bodyguard around him. There were only half of them left. The golden lord in the chariot raised his blood soaked sword to the sky and charged the chariot at Griphook. The bodyguard drew their biggest weapons and prepared to meet the charge. Phas-thra's unseeing eyes seemed to see the problem with the head on assault and at the last minute swerved out of the way, avoiding all eight massive weapons aimed at the chariot.
Griphook snarled at the cowardice. "Com an meet my choppaz yer skelly cowad." He roared and charged after the chariot, which was now driving circles around the unit, trying to get in behind the boyz. Eventually Phas-thra realised he could not get behind the orcs and swerved into the unit, slicing two more down before they could raise their weapons.
Two more of the unit fell to Phas-thra before they could fight. Griphook snarled and charged at the chariot which was now stuck among the black orcs, it's steeds destroyed. The orcs were smashing at the chariot but not making a dent. Griphook leapt at the golden lord, trying to get him with a crushing blow to the head. The Tomb Prince realised what his opponent was about to do and stepped backward off his chariot to avoid the blow.
Just then a horn sounded in the distance and Phas-thra seemed to sink into the dry dirt. The scarabs which had almost reached Griphook also sunk into the ground. Griphook looked around at the chariot which was also gone. Bogrod's roar could be heard above the horns and Griphook knew that his Warboss was not happy.
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