Translated from the Orcish
by Brother Leonatus of Sigmar

We saw the forms stumbling thru the fog just after sunset, bones clacking against their armor and weapons. No sooner had our scouts reported the undead column than they were at the edge of the village bearing down on us. Luckily, Borgut had taught us to be ready and Mork was with us, so our units were suited and our edges sharp.

We all laid our standards to the great Effigy at the border of the village and took its power therein. With Mork's blessing, we set to receive the horde and keep them from taking the houses of our kin. The swamp slowed us and the Charioteers were unprepared when, out of the ground in front of us arose three handfuls of dead bearing arms and armor
the likes of which we'd not seen. These Zombies stood and bellowed an almost silent deepness that haunted us, but the Blessings of Mork fostered Borgut's great unit upon them, two of our standards spent. They careened in, wading easily through the dead flesh, but yet the few that remained held Borgut and his brawny horde fast.

From the fallen, more zombies arose to fight. The skeletal line pondered forward and we could then see the pale eyes of their masters, Thralls subservient to the wicked Sylvanian Host. They had known where we tossed the human bodies we had eaten and were raising them against us with their dark arcane powers, yet Borgut showed no fear. He too bolstered our own desire to lay those corpses back in the ground and two of our units surged forward. Borgut and his men leveled the remaining zombies and rejoiced, not heeding Borgut's cries to be ready for the Skeleton Column yet to come. Some few
were slain, but our lines held.

Then the boney warriors came at us with a fury we had not yet envisioned, yet we held once more. The most fearsome of the Thralls laid into Borgut's men even as Borgut himself bellowed a challenge. It was accepted, but not by the rotting coward general of the undead upon us. He sent his subordinate in to accept and our valliant Borgut made sure he knew once again what it meant to be slain, the skeleton champion's bones shattering to the dirt. Then we heard a cry of despair. Our fellows on the right flank had lost toomany to the fearsome host they clashed with and worry of being crushed under the fleshless masses overwhelmed them in spite of Borgut's powerful command. Their will dashed, they turned and fled only to be scattered out of formation by the skeletons and the subordinate Thrall who led them. They will know that shame in the Eyes of Mork for many a day. However, another unit lay to their rear and intercepted the skeletal
throng, smashing into them with the full force of choppas raised high. Where were the Chariots… what were they doing? The left flank and Borgut held in check from the panic and dug in.

After the charge on the left, few of the dead yet fell to our choppas. The Chariot masters were not to be seen and another of our charging units on the right flank failed us and ran, also scattered by the frightful dead, as was one of our chariots. We knew we must defend the village – they Vampires would not have it!

The undead general again and again refused to fight Mighty Borgut knowing his doom was near and he'd be back in the ground before the mist lifted. Borgut's men hacked into the animated bones before then, felling skeleton after skeleton. Such was their frenzy and onslaught that they did not see. To their right, the female Thrall came, her
great sword held aloft. She brought it to bear on Borgut's flank…and I swear to you it happened just
this way…Mork reached down and halted the blow, stopping her swing in mid air with a mighty red hand. She would find no purchase, and none of us fell to her blade. Borgut's host was inspired – they laid in mightily and felled many, but not enough to destroy the full number of corpses upon them. Left was the Undead general, his lady and a paltry
mass skeletons…victory was close. The Vampire Master could not hide cringing behind his dark servants any longer and he was forced to meet Borgut's blades. The Vampire fell and the entire skeletal host shuddered.

But even as the bones lost their magic and crumbled before us, the left flank broke and ran, only to rally again to no avail. The lady Thrall and her great sword hewed a handful of our brethren and as yet more bodies spewed forth from the ground, Borgut saw, in his great wisdom, that the village would be taken but not destroyed. Mork spoke to
him and it was heard that another day would bring the true victory against The Fallen and their Vampire masters, and so Borgut retreated, allowing his unit to be scattered by the pursuing skeletons.

The lady Thrall followed the boys into the swamp, feeling secure in her victory, when she was caught unaware by our remaining charioteer. He bore down upon them, smashing into the boggy terrain nearly splintering his ride to so many bits. His impact weakened by the soft, wet ground, few undead fell and the Lady bashed the chariot to pieces under the
weight of her greatsword. The driver and his cohort ran, laughing at the taunt they had just made against the Thrall. Sure their chariot was destroyed, by now the Vampires knew that appearing defeated on the field, Orcs do not truly ever yield.

We all met back in camp and told our tales before Mork, vowing to teach the Vampires a
lesson in death the next time the fog rolls in…

VC: 1400+
ORCS: 700aprox

Wasn't sure if quarters, standards and general points counted, but we added them in anyway. Without those bonuses it would be a bit closer although still definitely an Orc loss. Seems to me that even though I defended the houses, I still lost utterly so 50pts per house might have been a little light. I think Dwayne and I both had a real blast and I
almost had him for a second. Litterally, his Vampire thrall chick with the great weapon charging and wiffing was priceless and came at a perfect time, but I just couldn't' capitalize on it because my chariots were all out of whack. Fun game, and even though I got whupped, it was only a deffinite victory.

C