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His great gut grumbled its displeasure. Skrag knew he must feed his gut soon to placate the maw as a small band of Gnoblar trappers fearfully approached him, wary of what the fearsome slaughtermaster and his itching appetite might do. They scraped low to the ground and told Skrag, "The short ones. Large army. Not far." Then the trappers backed carefully away as Skrag's hunger-crazed eyes grew calm for a brief moment.
I used this:
4 bulls, mus
4 bulls, mus
4 ironguts, full command, war banner
He used this:
1 thane as BSB
20 warriors with handweapons and shields, full command
20 longbeards with full command
2 bolt throwers
1 flame cannon
Reason flickered through Skrag's hate-filled mind as he vaguely determined that the Dwarfs must've spotted the ogres as a unit of warriors quickly assembled in front of a hill. Skrag cared little, for food in the wastes had lately grown difficult to find. He and his gorgers had had their fill of gnoblars and craved something stout and meaty.
Skrag joined his Ironguts directly across from this foolish dwarf unit. To his left a unit of bulls moved swiftly into place, careful to avoid the slaughtermaster's baleful gaze. To his right stood the leadbelchers with their charred faces and blasted hands. The larger unit of gnoblars obediently set up to the leadbelcher's right, and to the right of the greenskins, the Maneaters positioned themselves.
More gnoblars assembled right of the maneaters, and the final four bulls move to the far right, beyond the watch tower, hoping to flank the unit of longbeards directly across from the tower. The scraplauncher setup on the hill, squeezed in next to the smaller gnoblar unit.
The trappers who had first alerted Skrag set up in a forest to the left.
The dwarfs had clustered together defensively. All the war machines took positions on the hill, along with the gunners. Below them were the two warrior units and the quarrelers. The miners chipped away at the rock beneath the battlefield.
The gyrocopter redeployed from Skrag's right side to his left. The other dwarf units held as the warmachines prepared to fire. Skrag's stomach growled contentedly as he watched the warmachines fail to wound his army, excepting the loss of three gnoblars. The gnoblars tending his meat pot ladled him a chunk of boiled rhinox tongue.
Fueled by his voracity Skrag sped across the field with his Ironguts as did the all the ogre units. The gnoblars found themselves falling behind. Skrag summoned the power of the great maw but the dwarfs repelled his efforts. The gnoblars manning the scrap launcher cranked back the rickety machine's handle and let fly with a barrage of scrap that landed squarely on the quarrelers and longbeards, but managed only two wounds.
The gyrocopter dropped behind Skrag and the bulls to his left, but sprayed the lagging gnoblars with a hail of bullets, panicking them, despite the presence of their fearful master. However Skrag's stomach began to roil in anticipation when he saw the dwarf artillery again fail to wound his army. All of the ogre units advanced toward the dwarf lines.
This time, the Great Maw listened and Skrag killed two dwarfs with his magic missile. Then he again summoned the maw, which, sensing Skrag's great hunger, gave him and his Ironguts trollish fortitude.
The leadbelchers opened up with their cannons but failed to hit the quarrelers. The gnoblars' aim faltered and the hail of junk fell short of their target. The trappers hurled their sharpstuff at the strange flying machine, dreaming of the fabulous scrap it would yield, but were disappointed when they failed to even dent it.
The gyrocopter continued to pester the bull unit on the far left, and one leadbelcher fell to the dwarf shooting. The cannon's crew finally corrected their targeting and obliterated Skrag's scraplauncher.
His stomach hot and his eyes glazed over, Skrag charged with his Ironguts at the dwarf warriors, already tasting their blood in his mouth. The bulls to his left moved up to flank the same unit. The leadbelchers and maneaters charged into the quarrelers, and the bull unit to the right charged into the longbeards. Aping the bravery of the ogres and still seized with visions of exotic scrap, the trappers hurled themselves at the copter.
Lost in his blood frenzy, Skrag didn't see two of his Gorgers appear behind the dwarf gunline.
The impact of Skrag and his Ironguts crushed four dwarfs. He skewered two more himself, and the Ironguts added four more wounds, breaking the dwarf unit. Skrag's stomach grew angry seeing the dwarfs flee, but he caught them, tossing two into his great meatpot dragging behind him, and then smashed into the quarrelers.
The impact of one irongut and three maneaters hitting the quarrelers crumpled four dwarfs. Only two survived the slaughter that followed the crushing impact, and they too broke and ran from the terrible ogres. Overcome with blood lust, the ogres pursued the dwarfs and ran into the handgunners on the hill.
The remaining bull unit fared poorly against the veteran longbeards who, with the general and BSB, sent the bulls fleeing. The trappers were easily repelled by the copter and fled towards their general.
The dwarfs charged the bulls who escaped the stunty longbeards but smashed headlong into the tower and were scattered from the battlefield.. The miners appeared on the far table edge and prepared to assist the war machine crews that had failed to notice the ravenous gorgers behind them. The slayer moved to intercept a gorger as well.
The cannon unleashed a round of grapeshot on the leadbelchers but failed to wound them. The bolt throwers skewered the remaining gnoblar unit, panicking it from the game. The gyrocopter continued pelting the bull unit, but to little effect.
In his growing frenzy, Skrag and his Ironguts unleashed another storm of bloody mauling. The combined impact of their charge with the maneaters smashed several of the gunners into the dirt and the rest were quickly and brutally pulped. The momentum of his charge sent Skrag in a position to flank the miners.
One gorger caromed into the crew of the flame cannon, and the other ripped into a bolt thrower crew. Both gorgers killed a single dwarf, stuffing the bleeding carcasses into their mouths.
Smelling blood, more gorgers moved onto the battlefield.
The copter continued to pester the bull unit that had now fallen behind the battle lines. The beleagured warmachine crews fought on and stood firm against the vicious gorgers. The cannon turned its grapeshot on the gorger that had just entered the battlefield but could not wound it. The miners charged both gorgers in the rear, and the slayer charged the flank of the gorger engaged with the flame cannon crew but both gorgers held against the dwarfs, their ravenous hunger taking away their reason.
Skrag slammed into the miner unit's flank, his hunger still unsatisfied. The terrible momentum of Skrag's bloody charge continued as he and his Ironguts tore into the miners, pulping their skulls with their great weapons, Skrag himself rending them with his cruel cleaver and hook. Terrified and beset from the flank, the miners fled from the battlefield and Skrag pursued after them, hoisting more hunks of dwarf flesh into his simmering, stinking meat pot.
One gorger lifted the dwarf slayer from the ground and ripped the hero's arm from his socket before slamming the corpse against the hard ground. The other gorger fed himself on another crew member, and the third gorger threw itself into the cannon crew, gobbling one of them down.
The longbeards charged the remaining leadbelcher and overran directly into Skrag's path (something's out of order here--Skrag actually pursued off the table and had time to reenter and move back up the hill--so some of the combat must be out of sequence :wacko: ).
Skrag again threw himself and his ironguts into combat, killing the battle standard bearer, wounding the general, and causing general havoc on the dwarfs. Once again, the dwarfs broke and Skrag frenzied after them.
Skrag looked over his shoulder to see the gyrocopter lifting high into the air before it sailed off to the east. The Great Maw had blessed Skrag this day, and he and his army must feast on dwarf flesh to celebrate that blessing. The gnoblars that had earlier panicked returned to the field and began collecting scraps of weapons and armors, while others began butchering the dwarf corpses in preparation for the feast.
In the end, it was just one of those games where everything goes your way. Almost every impact hit wounded, Skrag was brutal, the Ironguts were amazing, and the maneaters were vicious.
With regeneration, Skrag and his unit never took a wound, not a single one. He had over 15 kills himself before the game was done, which for the first time let me take advantage of all his perks. The extra attacks to him and his gorgers made a big difference, and his ability to reroll his own misses was really big.
Magic was strong. Even with 5 dispel dice, I had six power dice, allowing me to get off one or two spells a turn. By the end of the game I wasn't even casting, content with trollguts on the IG unit.
Skrag's overrunning into the crossbow combat was also big since one of his ironguts was able to add an impact hit and some wounds in the same combat phase.
I also got lucky in that the dwarfs had a sub-par shooting day.
Also, the dwarf player doesn't have many games under his belt, and although he didn't make any blunders, he made some poor decisions. He should've concentrated fire on the ironguts. Allowing them to get into combat uninjured was huge. In fact, he never really did concentrate. I lost a leadbelcher to shooting and a wound on a maneater. Otherwise, it was just the scrap launchers and gnoblars that suffered. Also, it didn't seem that he had properly equipped his characters as they had no ward saves and armor saves that didn't respond well to ogre clubs, iront gut great weapons, or Skrag's meat hook.
This was just my third game with this army, and I got my butt kicked in the first two. In both, Skrag never killed anything. He died before combat once and got into combat but failed to wound and then was run down after he fled. So it was a lot of fun to see all his tricks in action, and to kick the snot out of some dwarfs.
It's always a good day when the ogres feast on their enemy :yes: Well done :yes:
Did you not give your bulls additional hand weapons or anything?
My Arena Champions: Kharn'eth The Bloodcleaver and Gorzag Iron Jaw
I feel the Dwarf player's lack of rank and file was his downfall. Only two units at 20+ in 2k points seems like a bit of a risk.
Nice to see the Ogres do well though
Nooo....the dwarfs lost! Arg! Oh well...another day, another grudge...
-The God of all Machines
If I was a Dwarf player against ogres I would have a dragon slayer to go monster hunting. With the right set of runes (and more luck shooting) it couldve been a different result.