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This is a battle report/story. I tried to inflict some elements of story into the report while maintaining turn order an event sequence.In the forsaken and blazing sands beyond the domains of the Border Princes lies the Lands of the Dead. Few dare to set foot into these damned lands for the dead rest even less easy here than in cursed Sylvania. Only the brave and foolish come, seeking the buried treasures of an entire nation now crumbled into and nearly forgotten.
The sand beneath the ogres’ feet was scorching underneath the late afternoon sun. Despite waiting until the heat of high noon had passed, the sands had not yet cooled and made the long march across them draining. However, the high pay they had been given for taken and the promised reward for success, kept their spirits in fighting condition. The sands seemed to stretch on forever without end, the dull and monotonous landscape made trying to keep track of where they were heading difficult. As long as the weakling Princes information was correct, they should soon be within sight of a large stone structure, a pyramid the human had called it. Whatever a pyramid was their leader, an aged Tyrant, seemed to know what they were looking for.
Suddenly the Tyrant bellowed for the army to come to a halt. It was impossible to not hear him in the otherwise complete silence and his voice echoed off the dunes for several seconds. It soon became apparent why he had called for the army to halt. At first, several of the younger bulls thought it was a mirage, simply another trick of the desert sands and wind. They melted out of the sands and heat waves like ghosts, perfect ranks of skeletal warriors clad in ancient bronze armor and armed with strange short blades. As they made settled their formation in front of a large rock outcropping, the Tyrant smiled. It seemed the walking dead of these lands were going to make a fight of it after all.
On the other side King Kamenwati watched with a cold and calculating mind at the latest force to invade his lands looking for plunder. Enormous creatures they were, looking like men grown too tall and too fat. Carrying crude weapons, many obviously improvised to suit the creature’s enormous size. Their long march across the desert had given Kamenwati plenty of time to choose where to engage them and the large amount of open ground gave his large chariot force a distinct advantage. His sons chariot settled into one of the larger units of chariots on the far right side of the battlefield. Tied to his will his army needed no commands, no shouted orders as they organized. Across the field, he could hear the deep, almost cannon like voice of the ogres’ leader shouting his own battle orders. His catapult set up on the hill behind his battle line, the crew already at work loading the ritually prepared skulls for firing. A large pile of ogre skulls sat beside the machine, whose crew knew well the debilitating affect such tactics could inflict. Behind the hill and out of sight of the enemy, the Liche Priests worked frantically to instill the army with the needed magic’s to sustain them. The towering form of the Bone Giant cast a long shadow towards the orges as it sat beside Kamenwati and his guard, just slightly behind the front ranks of his forces. The two scorpions had been deployed with the rest of his army rather then buried for this battle, leaving only the Tomb Swarms to try and tunnel their way to the surface.
Kamenwatis tactical brilliance won his forces the initiative this day, an initiative he was more than willing to capitalize on. He marched forward with his guard while his chariots kept pace with the foot soldiers rather than pulling ahead. Pulling upon the ancient rites taught to him by his priests and powered by his divine right to rule he attempted to speed the arms of the chariots around him. His own will upon his army was suppressed however, while his sons’ will was ignored as he speed the actions of the chariots riders, causing a few arrows to hurtles towards the Tyrant and the orges he was with. The hierophants first attempt to speed the actions of the Catapult failed as the ogres mage used one of the scrolls he had ‘acquired’ from their employer to snuff out the Liche Priests magic. The Hierophant unleashed the latent magics of the Hieratic Jar he carried allowing he cast his magic once again. This time there was no resistance and the catapult crew fired their first shot, already reloading before the skulls had a chance to land. Unfortunately poor aim and a sudden wind caused the skulls to land harmlessly past their intended target. However their second shot, while just as inaccurate, managed to catch an unlucky orge in its barrage killing the hulking brute outright and causing his brethren to flee past the orges Rhinox Riders. As they muscled their way past the hulking beasts, the beast began to panic causing their riders to curse at the monsters in a vain attempt to bring them back under control. Despite all their shouting and cursing they were unable to prevent the rhinox’s from turning around and thundering away from the battle. Sheer luck and some skill on the riders’ part kept the best from scattering and running until there were no longer any enemies in sight. Some lucky arrow shots from the chariot crews managed to wound one of the advancing Lead belchers.
The two bulls that had started to run could not manage to collect themselves and continued running into the distance, most likely to die in the desert of thirst. After the cracking of some whips and shouts the Rhinoxes were brought back under control. Everything else in the ogres forces however advanced cautiously upon Kamenwati’s forces, leery of getting charged by the large lines of chariots.
Kamenwati let something like a smile cross his face as he looked upon his enemies suddenly found sense of caution. It would have been better if the orges riding the enormous mounts had simply continued to run but the gods had not deemed it so. The tunneling swarms had shown up almost immediately and surprisingly exactly where they had been buried. Fanning out they found no enemies close enough to throw themselves at. The chariots retreated back a little, removing any chance for their foes to gain the charge against them. Despite launching another two volleys of fire, the catapult crew could not seem to find the proper alignment and settings for their machine and inflicted no casualties upon the enemy. The chariot crews seemed to have better luck and put another wound on the previously injured Lead Belcher but failed to kill him.
The Orge Tyrant, watching the Kamenwati’s forces fall back before him shouts the command to advance upon the enemy at full speed. If he could not close soon his army would find itself at the mercy of the undeads’ cursed catapult. Advancing only a few feet short of the chariots the wounded Lead Belchers opened fire, only to watch to their disbelief as the chariots seemed to emerge having suffered only minor damage. Two other lead belchers unleash their cannons upon the massed undead insects threatening their position. However, few of the various objects loaded into their weapons managed to pin down a significant number of the seething creatures. So eager to close into battle was the Hunter that he once again forgot to fire his harpoon launcher at the tower Bone Giant. The Tyrant and his Iron Guts rushed forward to engage the Tomb Prince and his chariots, certain even getting charged they could smash the weakling undead but good.
Kamenwati shook his head in disbelief at the ogre’s audacity, or perhaps it was desperation. Regardless he seized upon the opportunity with cold vengeance, launching his own unit towards one of the orge units in a barely out of reach. To the right side of the battlefield his son drove his chariot forward into the teeth of the Tyrants unit. The tomb swarms threw themselves mindlessly at the Rhinox Riders in an attempt to bog them down with sheer weight of numbers. The Bone Giant heaved it’s bulk forward to engage the ogre Hunter. Finally remembering his harpoon launcher the Hunter fired at the charging monster of bone and iron only to have the massive missile be deflected by the creatures heavy armor. One of the Tomb Scorpions took advantage of the Hunters turning to face the Giant and raced forward, snapping it’s claw in anticipation of the blood about to be spilt. The other scorpion scuttled after the wounded Lead Belcher, seeking to finish what the chariots had started. This time Kamenwatis’ will could not be stopped and he pushed him and his guard forward into the other Lead Belchers. Kamenwati’s attempt to force his guard to strike through will alone was halted by the orges Butcher. His sons will was stronger this day then the Butcher’s was and one of the ogres fell and another was wounded by the Prince and his units magically induced attack. With the aid of one of the Liche Priests, Kamenwati was able to strike with a seemingly impossible alacrity. His guard wounded on of the Lead Belchers heavily and the other took two heavy gashes across his chest from Kamenwatis Destroyer of Eternities. Singing once again the Tomb Guard finished off the two Lead Belchers without the king even needing to swing again. With an ogre unit coming up swiftly on his side Kamenwati deemed to wise to race forward to deny the orges the charge.
Flames leapt from the Princes chariot as it smashed into the Tyrants unit, which along with the well guided hits from his fellow charioteers killed two more of the creatures, leaving only the Tyrant and one other ogre left standing. Inhaling deeply the Tyrant let loose a mighty challenge, one that the Prince could hardly ignore. While he sung valiantly with his flail in the end the Tyrant was left standing, holding its giant weapon with an evil grin. Swinging hard he smashed the Prince into a cloud of sand, dust and tattered funeral wrappings. The Tyrants victory was short lived however as there was an ominous clap of thunder and the sky seemed to darken for a moment. To the Tyrants horror he watched as his flesh aged decades over the course of mere moments and soon there was nothing left but a pile of bones and withered flesh. The last Ogre fell under the vengeful spears, whips and hooves of the chariots. Spotting what appeared to be easy targets in the form of gnoblars the chariots flew forward, crashing into the small creatures’ ranks. The Hunter found his hunting animals under assault, one falling to the crushing claws and venomous tail of the Scorpion and the other reduced to a bloody pile of flesh under the Bone Giants seemingly endless assault. Swinging hard he managed to severely damage the Scorpion in revenge for his slaughtered pets but was unable to destroy the foul construct. The swarms fell swiftly to the Rhinoxes, unable to inflict even a single wound before being trampled. The other Scorpion finished off one of the Lead Belchers and wounded the other who tried to flee only to be cut down. Fresh blood on its claws its pursuit put it into the side of another unit of bull ogres.
The ogre units frustrated by their foes being out of reach swing around behind Kamenwati and his Tomb Guard. And with an enemy finally in range the Rhinox Riders charge the chariots engaged with the Gnoblars, seeking to swing the momentum back to the ogres favor. One chariot is utterly destroyed under the Rhinoxes weight while the gnoblars die in the droves to the chariots own hits. As the riders begin to swing their own weapons more gnoblars die and another chariot is returned to the sands while a third sustained heavy damage. Despite their numbers and impressive amount of damage, the scores of dead gnoblars gave the chariots just enough of an edge to be the technical victors of the fight. The Rhinox Riders held their ground while the gnoblars legged it for safer grounds. The Hunter managed to finish off the Scorpion while sustaining a wound from the Bone Giant. The other scorpion managed to inflict two wounds on the ogre it was engaged with while sustaining known in return. In moment of panic the three ogres decide to flee from the menace rather than stay and fight. The scorpion, tired from its earlier battles was unable to pursue fast enough to catch them.
The Icon of Rakaph blazing the Tomb Guard made a rapid reform to face the ogres that had been to their rear before charging the very surprised ogres. After seeing the carnage unleashed by Kamentwati before they chose to run rather than face the king and his guard. Fortune favored them and they managed to outrun the charging guard. The Scorpion with renewed vigor ran after the fleeing ogres, unable to catch them before they fled off the battlefield.
Somewhere in the lands of the Border Princes, one of the many rulers there taps his finger in anticipation of word from the Ogres he had hired for a rather pricy sum to retrieve the riches of the long dead Khemri lords. The scout he had sent out to look for the thick head creatures was just now returning. Long ahead of his arrival the lord eagerly awaited to news that the ogres were on their way back, loaded with plundered gold and artifacts. Breathless the scout rushes in, a large sack under his arm. Licking his lips in anticipation the lord speaks hurriedly.
“So I see the Ogres have sent a sample of their haul back ahead of them. That is indeed thoughtful of them. And sooner than I expected too.”
“I am afraid not mi’lord.” The scout replies, trying to maintain a calm expression in preparation for his lords anger. “All I found was this at the border.’
Dumping the sacks content at his lord’s feet a loud clatter of bones combined with the soft thud of ash hitting the stone floor is heard. Amongst the bones is an enormous skull, which along with a few pieces of jewelry confirms to the lord that the Ogre and his army were dead and rotting somewhere amongst the dunes. A small scroll sticks out from amongst the ash pile and bones. Picking it up gingerly the lord recognizes the script as the ancient writings of Khemri. The message was short, simple and left the lord with a feeling of dread.
‘Do not send trespassers into our domains again. Next time their skulls will be falling upon your walls instead if should you fail to heed this warning.’
*About after the charge declarations at the top of Turn 4 my opponent conceded defeat. I honestly think his Rhinox Riders could have still done some damage. All in all the small size of his units, my ability to get the charges and isolate units gave me a definate edge this game. Well that and some poor luck on his side played a part as well. Game was 2500 points and if anyone is interested I can post my army list as well as the Ogres to the best of my memory.
That was a really great battle report.
It had good grammar and good wording.
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Good report but I think the battle would of happened in khemri not sylvania. Slyvania is for vampires.
. "Stop complaining ponce and hit stuff with yer shiny new axe"
Indeed it did happen in Khemri. The Lands of the Dead are the geographical area affected by Nagash's curse that killed the nations of the Tomb Kings. The reference to Sylvania was simply that, a reference to a land well known for the dead resting uneasily. To my knowledge Sylvania has no deserts and the end part references the Border Princes which share borders with the Lands of the Dead.
Otherwise thanks for the compliment on the report.
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