Post by Arguleon Veq on Jul 16, 2008 12:31:27 GMT -5
Right another crack at those god**ned pesky High Elves at 2,000. I'm determined to beat them at this points value without drastically changing my list. I went for the second of the lists above, the heavy dispell one.
Playing on a very narrow table and terrain really didn't play a part.
The Elves as usual went for Lore of Fire.
The small mage got Conflag and Fireball. The Archmage got Fireball, Conflag, Blast and Wall.
I got 1 and 2 for my little mage. Fists and Warpath for my Orc Mage. 2,3,4,5 for my Great Shaman.
The Elven Mage tested the strands of fate. His spirit floating along the twisted paths. He watched a great Goblin leader vanquish a foul Ghoul King in the dark mountains above the Empire of man. He started to turn onto another path, the troubles of man were not his concern but something caught his attention. The Goblin leader did not stop at the Empire, the power he had gained from defeating the Ghoul King, draining it of its dark power had seen the foul shaman cut a swathe through the Empire, all the way to the coast. It had amassed a great fleet and headed west. They laid waste to the coast of Ulthuan, his magic power fuelled by the fair realm. Thousand of his people were slaughtered. Towns and cities raised to the ground.
With a start the Mage snapped open his eyes. This was a future that he could not let come to pass.
Within a matter of days an Elven force was mustered, the Mage and his apprentice accompanied by a loyal Chracian bodyguard contingent. The elite force set out on a pair of the fleets fastest ships. Ready to cut through this unwelcome strand of fate.
****
Snotgob and his lads were on the march again. He was sick of the Elves cutting his Waaagh dead, he was forced into this path. The dark mountain passes made his lads nervous and scittish. They would be even more so if they had his power to sense what waited for them up in the highest peaks and passes.
Things were not as expected though, Ghouls littered the passes. Snotgob bent down to inspect one of the bodies. Pulling a finely made white hafted arrow from the throat of one of the monsters his worst fears were confirmed. The Elves were back. He began screaming to his boys to muster for a fight, horns blared and the lads started getting riled up.
'd**n dem poncy point ears!' Cursed Snotgob. He would send them packing once and for all. His boys would not accept another defeat, one of his apprentices would surely assassinate him if he were to fail again. This was his final chance. He snarled and redied himself to meet his foes once again.
Early Game;
Out on my Left Flank I had my wolves, in the centre were my Night Gobs with small shaman, my Orcs then Black Orcs and my other Night Gobs on my right flank. My Spiders and Chariots were slightly behind my lines and my Squigs just behind the Blorcs.
Facing off across from my Wolves lay the Archers and a Bolt Thrower. Then a Chariot and Eagle. His 3 Infantry Blocks held the centre with his other Bolt Thrower, Chariot and Eagle on my right flank.
The Elves got first turn with the Eagles luring the Fanatics out and dying for their trouble, the Elven line advanced whilst their firepower cut down my Wolf Riders.
In my turn my line moved forward besides my Night Gobs on my left flank who failed animosity, stumping my magic phase and making it totally ineffective.
My Spiders moved in front of my right hand Night Gobs to lure a charge from the Lion Chariot. My Orcs played a risky move by getting close to a rouge fanatic so as to deter the other Lion Chariot charge. My Chariots squeezed into my line to try and line up a double charge on an Elven infantry block. My Fanatics did kill 2 White Lions most killed themselves though. Throughout the game they only went on to kill some of my Orcs and then played no real part so I wont mention them again. The Bowmen did use 1 turns firepower to shoot them though.
The Lion Chariot did as expected and charged the Spiders who fled. The Night Gobs behind passing the panic check. The other Chariot edged foward and the White Lions on my right flank moved up and expanded their frontage to now support the stranded Chariot. Magic Saw Wall of Fire go off on my Blorcs to try and stop them charging the White Lions or the Chariot. Shooting wounded a Chariot and killed a few gobbos.
Forces Clash;
The Night Gobs on my right declared a charge on the Lion Chariot but then failed their Fear Test!. The Black Orcs despite Wall of Fire saw the danger, striding through the Flames for 6 losses they lined themselves up on an angle in front of the White Lions, with my Champion on one end, this would bring him into contact with the Archmage if the White Lions charged, it would also take the White Lions off the table if they won. They also made sure to leave LOS from my Great Shaman to the Chariot.
My other Night Gobs moved back out of charge range of the other Chariot. My magic thankfully smashed the Chariot on my right with Foot of Gork. On the other Flank I took 1 wound off the other Chariot with my Shaman. My Orc Shaman thumped 5 Spearmen with Fists of Mork.
The White Lions charged my Black Orcs but only killed 2. My surving Orcs killed 2 Elves in return and my Big Boss cut down the Archmage single handedly, the Mages puny attack bouncing off his tough hide. The White Lions broke but my Black Orcs did not catch them. My Magic seen off the other Chariot.
In my turn my Wolf Chariot used its speed to run down the fleeing White Lions. The Black Orcs advanced with my Squigs as did my other Orcs. My Spiders having rallied ealier now rejoined my battleline. Magic killed a few more Spears and an Archer.
The remaining White Lions turned to face the Squigs and Black Orcs whilst the Bolt Thrower killed my Wolf Chariot. The Archers moved into 2 ranks to allow the other Bolt Thrower a bead on my Orc unit. Their combined fire dropped a few Orcs.
My Orcs Charged the Spearmen whilst the Squigs moved in front of the White Lions. Black Orcs headed at Bolt Thrower. My Black Orc General was cut down by the Elven Noble but my Orcs did not break. The Elvel Noble also lost a wound due to his Talisman of Loec. My Squigs charged the White Lions whilst the Spiders hit their flank. The White Lions killed 2 Squigs, of the 4 left [in my front rank] 2 killed the Mage and the other 2 killed another White Lion. They broke and the Spiders [who lost 1 in the flank charge] ran them down. Magic killed 1 Bolt Thrower crew and the Archers. [Bit mixed up on turns but my Black Orcs got shot down some time in front of the Bolt Throwers lol]
The Bolt Thrower killed my Spiders whilst the other killed my other Chariot. My Orc Champ killed the Elf Noble but my Orcs were beat and fled but managed to escape.
End Game;
My Orcs rallied. I used magic to take the Spearmen below half strength but I couldn't finish the Bolt Throwers. All that was left was 7 Spearmen and 2 Bolt Throwers facing my Orcs and all my Gobbos and Squigs.
Result - Massacre for the Orcs and Gobbos!
I was very pleased with how this game went. I didnt manage to get my double Chariot charge off on the Spears as I needed the Wolf Chariot to run down the White Lions. I thought I'd blew it when my Great Shamans unit failed the Fear Test to charge the Lion Chariot though but my Black Orcs finally come good with some nice positioning. I didnt want to engage those Spears but Fists of Mork levelled the playing field a little and let me do some decent damage. The Bolt Throwers did well for the enemy though. I was pleased with my Magic and Magic Defense, it served me very well and I finally beat the High Elves at 2,000!. So now my Orcs and Gobs stand at 5-2. Snotgobs Waaagh is on 4-2 though.
His Orcs had charged forward with savage ferocity through a hail of bolts and arrows. He urged them on with his magic, smashing chariots and Elven infantry. The Eagles had been brought down by his Crazies.
Snotgob winced as Gnarkill was struck down by the Elven Nobles Great Axe, biting deep into the mighty Orcs ribcage. He trusted in the brutes hardiness though, he would survive. The Nobles glory was short lived as the Orc Boss stepped up to fill the power vacuum. Visions of glory filling its primitive brain. The hulking boss smashed down the Elf.
His spiders had drawn a Chariot towards them, fleeing to leave it stranded away from its lines. 'Chaaaarge!' screamed Snotgob but his unit hesitated around him, unwilling to engage the roaring Lions. Snotgob began to screech in frustration, if the Chariot was allowed to build speed it would be the end of him and his lads. Mustering the energy he controlled he struck the chariot down with a mighty foot of gork. Breathing a sigh of relief as the splinters of the chariot rained down on him and his unit.
He was not out of danger though. The White Lions, enraged at the loss of their kin, marched resoloutly towards him. His Black Orcs, cut off by an arcane wall of fire could not realistically hope to help but help they did. Their leader bellowing for his boys to 'Suck it up!' urging his formation through the flames, many fell around him but they strode on. Roaring in pain and anger. They cut off the Elves and met them in a clash of brutal choppas and Elven axes. Their veteran leader spying the Elven Wizard headed right at him. Taking his arm off with one sweep of one of his brutal choppas, his other choppa following up and taking the Archmages head.
The Elves now bereft of magical defense began to feel the true onslaught of Snotgobs power. They could not stand before such wrath and fled the field of battle, Wolves and Spiders hot on their heels.
Snotgob grinned with satisfaction, he had finally crushed the Elves and was free to continue his Waaagh without their pesky intervention. It was now time for the Empire to feel his wrath.
Playing on a very narrow table and terrain really didn't play a part.
The Elves as usual went for Lore of Fire.
The small mage got Conflag and Fireball. The Archmage got Fireball, Conflag, Blast and Wall.
I got 1 and 2 for my little mage. Fists and Warpath for my Orc Mage. 2,3,4,5 for my Great Shaman.
The Elven Mage tested the strands of fate. His spirit floating along the twisted paths. He watched a great Goblin leader vanquish a foul Ghoul King in the dark mountains above the Empire of man. He started to turn onto another path, the troubles of man were not his concern but something caught his attention. The Goblin leader did not stop at the Empire, the power he had gained from defeating the Ghoul King, draining it of its dark power had seen the foul shaman cut a swathe through the Empire, all the way to the coast. It had amassed a great fleet and headed west. They laid waste to the coast of Ulthuan, his magic power fuelled by the fair realm. Thousand of his people were slaughtered. Towns and cities raised to the ground.
With a start the Mage snapped open his eyes. This was a future that he could not let come to pass.
Within a matter of days an Elven force was mustered, the Mage and his apprentice accompanied by a loyal Chracian bodyguard contingent. The elite force set out on a pair of the fleets fastest ships. Ready to cut through this unwelcome strand of fate.
****
Snotgob and his lads were on the march again. He was sick of the Elves cutting his Waaagh dead, he was forced into this path. The dark mountain passes made his lads nervous and scittish. They would be even more so if they had his power to sense what waited for them up in the highest peaks and passes.
Things were not as expected though, Ghouls littered the passes. Snotgob bent down to inspect one of the bodies. Pulling a finely made white hafted arrow from the throat of one of the monsters his worst fears were confirmed. The Elves were back. He began screaming to his boys to muster for a fight, horns blared and the lads started getting riled up.
'd**n dem poncy point ears!' Cursed Snotgob. He would send them packing once and for all. His boys would not accept another defeat, one of his apprentices would surely assassinate him if he were to fail again. This was his final chance. He snarled and redied himself to meet his foes once again.
Early Game;
Out on my Left Flank I had my wolves, in the centre were my Night Gobs with small shaman, my Orcs then Black Orcs and my other Night Gobs on my right flank. My Spiders and Chariots were slightly behind my lines and my Squigs just behind the Blorcs.
Facing off across from my Wolves lay the Archers and a Bolt Thrower. Then a Chariot and Eagle. His 3 Infantry Blocks held the centre with his other Bolt Thrower, Chariot and Eagle on my right flank.
The Elves got first turn with the Eagles luring the Fanatics out and dying for their trouble, the Elven line advanced whilst their firepower cut down my Wolf Riders.
In my turn my line moved forward besides my Night Gobs on my left flank who failed animosity, stumping my magic phase and making it totally ineffective.
My Spiders moved in front of my right hand Night Gobs to lure a charge from the Lion Chariot. My Orcs played a risky move by getting close to a rouge fanatic so as to deter the other Lion Chariot charge. My Chariots squeezed into my line to try and line up a double charge on an Elven infantry block. My Fanatics did kill 2 White Lions most killed themselves though. Throughout the game they only went on to kill some of my Orcs and then played no real part so I wont mention them again. The Bowmen did use 1 turns firepower to shoot them though.
The Lion Chariot did as expected and charged the Spiders who fled. The Night Gobs behind passing the panic check. The other Chariot edged foward and the White Lions on my right flank moved up and expanded their frontage to now support the stranded Chariot. Magic Saw Wall of Fire go off on my Blorcs to try and stop them charging the White Lions or the Chariot. Shooting wounded a Chariot and killed a few gobbos.
Forces Clash;
The Night Gobs on my right declared a charge on the Lion Chariot but then failed their Fear Test!. The Black Orcs despite Wall of Fire saw the danger, striding through the Flames for 6 losses they lined themselves up on an angle in front of the White Lions, with my Champion on one end, this would bring him into contact with the Archmage if the White Lions charged, it would also take the White Lions off the table if they won. They also made sure to leave LOS from my Great Shaman to the Chariot.
My other Night Gobs moved back out of charge range of the other Chariot. My magic thankfully smashed the Chariot on my right with Foot of Gork. On the other Flank I took 1 wound off the other Chariot with my Shaman. My Orc Shaman thumped 5 Spearmen with Fists of Mork.
The White Lions charged my Black Orcs but only killed 2. My surving Orcs killed 2 Elves in return and my Big Boss cut down the Archmage single handedly, the Mages puny attack bouncing off his tough hide. The White Lions broke but my Black Orcs did not catch them. My Magic seen off the other Chariot.
In my turn my Wolf Chariot used its speed to run down the fleeing White Lions. The Black Orcs advanced with my Squigs as did my other Orcs. My Spiders having rallied ealier now rejoined my battleline. Magic killed a few more Spears and an Archer.
The remaining White Lions turned to face the Squigs and Black Orcs whilst the Bolt Thrower killed my Wolf Chariot. The Archers moved into 2 ranks to allow the other Bolt Thrower a bead on my Orc unit. Their combined fire dropped a few Orcs.
My Orcs Charged the Spearmen whilst the Squigs moved in front of the White Lions. Black Orcs headed at Bolt Thrower. My Black Orc General was cut down by the Elven Noble but my Orcs did not break. The Elvel Noble also lost a wound due to his Talisman of Loec. My Squigs charged the White Lions whilst the Spiders hit their flank. The White Lions killed 2 Squigs, of the 4 left [in my front rank] 2 killed the Mage and the other 2 killed another White Lion. They broke and the Spiders [who lost 1 in the flank charge] ran them down. Magic killed 1 Bolt Thrower crew and the Archers. [Bit mixed up on turns but my Black Orcs got shot down some time in front of the Bolt Throwers lol]
The Bolt Thrower killed my Spiders whilst the other killed my other Chariot. My Orc Champ killed the Elf Noble but my Orcs were beat and fled but managed to escape.
End Game;
My Orcs rallied. I used magic to take the Spearmen below half strength but I couldn't finish the Bolt Throwers. All that was left was 7 Spearmen and 2 Bolt Throwers facing my Orcs and all my Gobbos and Squigs.
Result - Massacre for the Orcs and Gobbos!
I was very pleased with how this game went. I didnt manage to get my double Chariot charge off on the Spears as I needed the Wolf Chariot to run down the White Lions. I thought I'd blew it when my Great Shamans unit failed the Fear Test to charge the Lion Chariot though but my Black Orcs finally come good with some nice positioning. I didnt want to engage those Spears but Fists of Mork levelled the playing field a little and let me do some decent damage. The Bolt Throwers did well for the enemy though. I was pleased with my Magic and Magic Defense, it served me very well and I finally beat the High Elves at 2,000!. So now my Orcs and Gobs stand at 5-2. Snotgobs Waaagh is on 4-2 though.
His Orcs had charged forward with savage ferocity through a hail of bolts and arrows. He urged them on with his magic, smashing chariots and Elven infantry. The Eagles had been brought down by his Crazies.
Snotgob winced as Gnarkill was struck down by the Elven Nobles Great Axe, biting deep into the mighty Orcs ribcage. He trusted in the brutes hardiness though, he would survive. The Nobles glory was short lived as the Orc Boss stepped up to fill the power vacuum. Visions of glory filling its primitive brain. The hulking boss smashed down the Elf.
His spiders had drawn a Chariot towards them, fleeing to leave it stranded away from its lines. 'Chaaaarge!' screamed Snotgob but his unit hesitated around him, unwilling to engage the roaring Lions. Snotgob began to screech in frustration, if the Chariot was allowed to build speed it would be the end of him and his lads. Mustering the energy he controlled he struck the chariot down with a mighty foot of gork. Breathing a sigh of relief as the splinters of the chariot rained down on him and his unit.
He was not out of danger though. The White Lions, enraged at the loss of their kin, marched resoloutly towards him. His Black Orcs, cut off by an arcane wall of fire could not realistically hope to help but help they did. Their leader bellowing for his boys to 'Suck it up!' urging his formation through the flames, many fell around him but they strode on. Roaring in pain and anger. They cut off the Elves and met them in a clash of brutal choppas and Elven axes. Their veteran leader spying the Elven Wizard headed right at him. Taking his arm off with one sweep of one of his brutal choppas, his other choppa following up and taking the Archmages head.
The Elves now bereft of magical defense began to feel the true onslaught of Snotgobs power. They could not stand before such wrath and fled the field of battle, Wolves and Spiders hot on their heels.
Snotgob grinned with satisfaction, he had finally crushed the Elves and was free to continue his Waaagh without their pesky intervention. It was now time for the Empire to feel his wrath.
