« on: Jan 04, 2012, 08:55:25 PM »
A game between me and my younger brother. I'm trying out my Ogres for the first time and he is fielding his High Elves.
The battlefield is set.
To the north there is a hill in front of a line of elf sea guard. South from there a wall is set with a blazing barrack!
To the west of that is a magic portal reigned to set off at the magic phase in which it will fire off a random spell to the nearest target.
And finally a basic small building.
The armies: Ogre's: 1 Tyrant, 6 Bulls, 6 Ironguts, 4 LeadBelchers, and a home brew squad of gnoblar scouts 3 to be precise.
High Elves: 1 Elf prince on a griffion and swathe in Dragon Armor, A Elf arch mage, 10 Sea guard, 10 Sword Masters, and Reavers.
We roll to see who goes first and elves win due to higher leadership value.
Using the Vanguard special rule he moves a good 12 inches towards the wall and blazing bunker.
I use the Scout rule for my Gnoblars and set the next to the magic portal. (goodbye ya gitz.)
TURN 1 Elves
He starts with a march his Sea guard struggling over the hill at half movement. His Prince glides smoothly over in no hurry to get closer to the portal. His Sword masters began a basic movement towards the building. His arch mage stays in one place.
The magic phase begins and his archmage does nothing. The portal rolls for a spell and gets.... The Speed of Light granting a massive bonus and initiative to my gnoblars! (They didn't die! Hoo RAH!)
His reavers begin a volley of arrows to my lead belchers who are southeast of their position. They score two hits which are distributed to two ogres.
TURN 1 Ogres
I begin with a quick march towards the wall eager to get some cover from those reavers arrows! The Iron guts march around the wall towrds the Elf prince hoping to tie him up so the lads can flank him. The Lead belchers move into a better firing position hoping to take some pot shots at them sissy elves.
The Magic phase begins and the spell is rolled for the portal with..... The Speed of Light....Again... thus my gnoblars avoid death again.
Shooting phase: The ogres roll for their multiple shots.... most of them sixes. and a one.
The result was a pile of used to be Elf Reavers minced and cooked with gun powder.
End Turn 1
TURN 2 Elf
In Panic of the unit being wiped out the Sword masters fail their leadership and head screaming for the hills.
Speaking of hills.... the Sea guard is still trying to get over the hill.
The archmage can't get a good line of sight to blow away the Bulls.
The Prince in a Rage moves and prepares to charge my iron guts.
Magic phase the portal spits out.... THE SPEED OF LIGHT. My gnoblars are now basking getting their tan completed.
The Elf prince charges and lands in the middle of the ironguts. But he forgot one thing... My ironguts are carryinga sheriking banner thus giving them fear and terror!
The Prince of course succeeds.... but his griffon cowers and its WS reduced to 1.
The prince lands a flurry of blows but only one goes thorugh and wounds one iron gut.
The Iron guts respond with a flurry of attacks of their own.
Needless to say..... The elf was no a crushed can of meat.... We roll to see how the griffon reacts... It sits there and drools with its new stupidity roll!
My brother stands there with his mouth open and looks around his battlefield....
He says "I give up.... You fatties steamrolled me..."
I laughed a belly rolling guffaw and grabbed my prize! a bag of chips....
My Ogres feasted on Elf, Horse and a very easy to catch Griffon.
Till my next report!
-Morkatch Swine Swallower