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