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We had a kindof beginners warbands day last weekend and I wrote up a battle report for the game I was in.
The report is written in story style and I've attached a couple of pictures.
Army lists: (I made the Orc list from memory, so I apologize for any errors.).
Heinrich had broken very far from the main host of his vampiric lord, striking out to find a crossing over the thrice damned mountain range that cut into the region making it impossible for them to reach their intended destination.
On their way to check for passable mountain ranges he had lost over half of his bodyguard to goblin and skaven attacks, the beasts erupting from the undergrowth or cliffs. There were sparse cairns or graves around to reinforce his flock of undead minions, but thankfully his master had seen fit to lend a few of his personal guard to Heinrich's defense. They stood there, balefire licking their enchanted blades, ancient armor and livery seemingly untouched by the constant rain and wind.
A unit of skeletal warriors marched along with him, the clack of their bones a pleasant and soothing sound as they made their way through the forest.
Suddenly, Heinrich was aware of a dark presence nearby. With an unspoken command his skeletal warriors came to a halt, wheeled and moved towards where he felt the presence. The ancient wights in his lords Grave guard heeded his suggestion to move there as well.
A ancient herdstone raised in worship to dark gods dominated the clearing and seemed to have been recently used. The rain had washed evidence of sacrifice away but Heinrich sensed the newly buried dead under the mud. There was an oppressive presence around the herdstone, the stink of chaos magic still lingering in the air. These forests must be teeming with beastmen and mutants, Heinrich mused to himself. This was excellent news, the beasts would serve his Master in death or in life. The bones of beastman and mutant were strengthened by rampant mutation and made excellent candidates for necromancy. Heinrich had been eager to vivisect a mutant, having heard that their organs had often rearranged themselves or new ones having formed. Perhaps he could weave a new spell that would take advantage of-
A savage bellow snapped Heinrich backed to the here and now. From the forests infront of him he heard more grunts and jeers in a harsh guttural tongue he recognized as orcish. More high pitched shrieking off to the right suggested goblins as well.
The necromancer grinned, his enlarged incisors showing. Greenskins had excellent bonestructure and decayed slowly, they'd make a great addition to his masters army.
A tide of greenskins rushed into the clearing. A orc as big as an ox caught sight of the necromancer, pointed with his weapon and boomed out commands. Black robed goblins rushed towards the necromancer, quickly outpaced by the orcs who were being whipped into a battle frenzy by their leader.
With a thought Heinrich instructed his skeletons to intercept the goblins while his mind reached out and under the ground. He thrust out his clawed hand and raised it up while muttering a ancient Khemrian chant tought to him by his immortal master. There was a sickening crunching and sucking sound as dead hands clawed their way up out of the wet mud. The corpses were of all shapes and sizes, genders and races though orcs made up the majority. The zombies finished pulling themselves up out of the ground and stared forward, the oncoming orcs reflected in their dead eyes.
The sight of living movement made the zombies jerk and move. Heinrich restrained them, feeling their primal lust to gorge themselves on the flesh of the living. The feeling was almost addictive, and often threatened to consume him, it was not uncommon for apprentice necromancers to fall prey to the Dark Hunger their minions suffered from. This was no place to indulge in such pleasantries and Heinrich pushed the urge from his mind. He wanted the orcs to come closer.
The black robed goblins scampered nearer, and it was then that Heinrich heard sounds of insane giggling and heavy breathing coming from somewhere inside the ranks of the goblins. He couldn't wonder about it long though since from the goblins came a insane shriek and a frenzied looking goblin carrying a large metal ball attached to a chain broke out from their spear line. He looked completely mad, foam flecking off his lips as he began to spin the iron ball. He spun faster and faster coming closer to the necromancer and the disciplined rank of Grave guard he'd taken shelter behind. Several grave guard were snapped apart. They gave a evil hiss as they fell, their ancient armor crumbling and turning black. The crazed goblin fanatic spun through their ranks, his iron ball passing mere inches from Heinrich's face before spinning off into the clearing.
Heinrich threw himself away from the mad goblin and reflexively gave the order to attack the goblins. His skeletal warriors responded immediately. Their jaws hung open in silent war cries as they rushed the ranked mass of goblins. Heinrich cursed as he saw the folly of his command. The skeletons crashed against the goblin spear line, without inflicting any casualties in return. The goblins, seemingly heartened by the casualties inflicted on the wights by the fanatic let out a whooping cheer.
Heinrich glanced at the orcs who, to his surprise had come to a dead stop only meters from his zombies. Some of them looked ashen faced and he saw one raise a quivering hand, pointing at one of the larger orc zombies he had raised. What Heinrich assumed to be the leader, the biggest orc, was raging at them, headbutting a few and was seemingly engaged in a heated debate with another large orc. Before his eyes the debate turned into a fight as the orcs turned on each other.
Heinrich let out a mad tittering laugh. The greenskins animosity had bought him time. He thrust his hand out again, calling to the spirits of those buried here. Behind the goblins zombies rose from the earth, having been buried in shallow graves, and lurched towards them. Heinrich didn't attempt to restrain their hunger as they shambled into the rear ranks of the goblin spearmen.
A goblin turned around and let out a mad shriek as he saw a long dead farmer distend his jaw and clamp onto the goblins nose, tearing it right off! Another goblin fell to a orc zombie who picked him up and wrenched his arm off, then tossed him to the others who quickly tore off pieces and stuffed them into their rotting mouthes.
Fear spread like wildfire among the goblins. Faced with skeletal warriors on one side and flesh hungry zombies on the other the goblin line faltered and broke. The skeletons hacked and cut around them, slaying goblins in every stroke who were unable to defend themselves due to the push of those behind them. Within moments the goblins were all dead or dying.
A loud bellow came from the biggest of the orcs, and after slapping a few of his comrades he roared and started the charge. This seemed to instantly settle the fight that had broken out and the orcs roared into the mass of zombies, sending rotten limbs flying everywhere. A orc grabbed a zombie and tore him in two, another chopped the legs out from under one and decapitated another. The zombies were no match for the orcs who had worked themselves into a true frenzy turning their fear into hate.
The wights almost acted before Heinrich gave the order. By charging the zombies the orcs had left their left flank completely open. The Wight seneschal brandished his ancient magical blade and let out a silent command. The wights crashed into the orc line, lopping off heads in one stroke and cleaving through the orcs crude armor as if it weren't even there. The orcs fought back, but the wights'supernatural resilience coupled with their ancient enchanted armor made them nearly unstoppable. The orc leader was stuck, fighting the still animated pieces of zombies and being kept from the combat by the throng of orcs who were trying to get to grips with their new enemy.
The wights were faster than the orcs, lopping off limbs before the orcs even realized they were near them. The wightblades flowed through skin and bone like water, parting it easily and neatly. A panic set into the orcs, their supernatural enemy seemed unstoppable. Each time they seemed to have killed one, it rose again killing another two in return. The rear rank of orcs saw how the battle was faring and decided to leg it. Moments later other orcs got the same idea, orc after orc running off back into the forest. The orc leader let out a roar as he grabbed a fleeing orc by the scruff of the neck and pummeled him repeatedly. A wight stepped through the crowd of orcs and stuck its blade in the leader's belly and, wrenching it upwards, spilled gore and intestine all over the place. The leader fell to his knees and a second stroke sent his head flying off into the mud.
This sent the rest of the orcs fleeing into the forest, the wights immediately set to work stabbing those that lay on the ground, making sure no one was alive.
Heinrich was always amazed by the brutal efficiency of his masters Grave Guard, and often he wondered if he really controlled them or if they just let him make suggestions. Heinrich surveyed the field of battle. It had been a massacre. over by some trees he could still see the goblin madman spinning, whirling in random directions yelling some unintelligable garble. His spinning slowed down momentarily as he seemed to realize he was now all alone. Having slowed down didn't mean his weapon did as the chain spun around his neck, snapping it instantly.
Heinrich let out a cackle and started muttering chants of reawakening. The smashed wights and skeleton remains started moving as bone reknit and long dead hands grasped ancient blades once again. His host fully repaired he strode over to the fallen orcs and caressed their dead flesh.
"Oh yes...this'll do nicely"
Come morning the area was empty. Little evidence was of the battle that had taken place the previous night. All that showed something had happened here were hundreds of exhumed graves, and a charnel stink that hung in the air.
I had loads of fun playing this game, and I'd like to thank my opponent for a good game that could've gone both ways until the end. I apologize for the quality of both pictures and terrain, but next time I'll take better pictures of the armies, close up shots of the battle and such. I'm also working on some terrain, along with a small group of hobbyists so hopefully our battlefields will look progressively better.
This is the second game I play with the new Vampire counts book, and I'm still learning new things about my army, how it moves and feels on the field. I'm very satisfied with how my zombies performed in this game, and by the end of it I'd summoned over 50 of them! The fight with the goblins was extremely fragile, I lost so many skeletons on the charge (didn't think about that he had spears, doh) but I managed to survive long enough for the figurative zombie cavalry to come to the rescue (Oooh...zombie cavalry...do want). The zombies also held up the orc squad which failed its fear test to charge and then succumbed to animosity the next turn, this gave me plenty of time to manouver my Grave Guard into catching their flank when they'd inevitably charge.
The game almost ended early when he released his fanatic which crashed through my Grave Guard and came to a stop an inch from my necromancer, I muttered my thanks to the Dark Gods which in turn cursed my opponents dice and the Fanatic spun away harmlessly.
Hopefully you enjoyed the battle report, I much prefer story reports to an endless stream of "I hit 4 times, and wounded once, then proceeded to break due to CR and get run down" reports. However, in larger battles I'll make it little blurps rather than one big story, but what can I say, I was in the zone! =D
If you're interested in seeing more of my army I've started up a thread in the "Painting section". Linky here.
Until next time!
Your fluffraping hurts my eyes. - TehDarkPredator
You did all that work and no one has made a comment? Wow. Well I thought it was a great story so keep them coming!
"Ah, but the truth is like an expensive whore, Jerek. She comes in many dresses and will bend over for any with the money to pamper her." ~ Konrad von Carstein
Awesome Report! Keep them coming.
Hey thanks folks!
Since no one ever replied to this battle report I just figured no one really liked it. Glad to see I was wrong =D
I've sortof compromised in my current battle reports, doing small story blurbs along with a more detailed turn by turn description of what's happening.
But this was kinda my first foray into battle reporting really ^^
Your fluffraping hurts my eyes. - TehDarkPredator