Snatch and Gash, the
two Trolls idly scratched themselves and drooled contentedly – the magician's
cavorting seeming to comfort them.
Meanwhile the night
goblin herders clashed their instruments, poked their squigs and occasionally
punched one another whilst trying to avoid the gnashing jaws of their charges.
Only the two Orc crew
on the chariot seemed to be taking things seriously. Checking their choppas,
and tightening the straps lashing the warboars to their rickety contraption.
“GORKANMORKANGORKANMRKANGOARK…”
chanted Slitlik, his voice reaching a crazed crescendo
“I wish to Gork e’d
shut iz noise, he’ll have da ceiling down in a minute….”
Da Enemy
Spear Ladz, pointy but squishy
Shooty Ladz. Taint natural.
And so to game two. I had my level two shaman, a pair of
trolls, a squig herd and an Orc Chariot at my disposal, facing off against five
units and a Back Orc warboss. Gulp.
My plan, such as it was, was to hope for Foot of Gork and
roll six dice at it each turn. While trying not to die. As it happened, I did
indeed get Foot of Gork, so the plan was going well…
Snatch and Gash, their
attention grabbed by something glittering and shiny, lurched off into the
blackness. The shiny things turned out to be pointy and hurty and came whizzing
at them, but mostly felt tickly if they hit. Slitlik raised his hands high and
felt the Waaagh energy of the cave channel trough him before forming into a
huge clawed foot shape beneath the roof of the cavern. His gibberings of
delight turned into a wail of horror as the foot smashed into the ground inches
from his cowering form.
Oooo. Black Orcsez
In the back of their chariot the Orc warriors gazed on with contempt as the diminutive greenskins
prodded and poked the snarling squigs into position. Rushing headlong toward
them was a mob of Orcs with some boarboys bringing up the rear. There was some
kind of commotion going on as the boarboys tried to force their mounts past the
Orc boys and so, seizing their moment the chariot driver shoved his prodder into the
buttocks of one of the boars and they careened off into the Orc mob, the
crimson tide of squigs bouncing along beside them. The half-crazed squiggly
beasts and their equally demented herders launched themselves at the Orcs as
the rattling creaking chariot wrought further damage, the dumbfounded Boys
turned tail and fled only to be crushed beneath the chariots wheels as it ploughed into the waiting Boarboys.
Crikey squigs pack a punch. They made mincemeat of the Orc
boys before they could pick up a spear and the chariot made quite a mess too.
With their arrows
having no effect on Gash and Snatch, the invading Orcs threw down their bows
and charged. Confused by this sudden turn of events, the trolls decided to
amble away but were pulled down and slaughtered by the Arrer boys. Slitlik
begged Gork for help. Then Mork. But nothing was forthcoming, except a hail of
bolts from Ruglud's boys.
With a mighty wail and
a gnashing of teeth and frothing of jaw the Squigs and their frantically scurrying
keepers smashed aside the Boarboys and turned to face the Black Orcs.
“I fink” whispered one
chariot orc to another "We should leave da littluns to it an’ go see how
Slitlik’s gerrin on” “Yer” agreed his driver as he swiftly turned the chariot
away from the impending carnage. And carnage there duly was, though not quite
as one sided as might have been expected – the Squigs managed to kill almost
all the hulking Black Orcs in a display of wanton violence, before eventually
succumbing to the cunning of their leader.
Crump!
Slitlik span around on the spot and cavorted like an Orc possessed,
green sparks issuing from every orifice, but still he couldn’t rain destruction
on the Arrer boys. Mindful of Gruzzkup's urgings to “Keep an eye on da Wizard”
the Orc chariot crashed into the Orc archers and a furious fight erupted. Seeing
their moment Ruglud’s boys charged in to the wooden contraption and duly
smashed it to matchwood. With that Slitlik gathered up is red cape and made off
into the shadows heaping curses on the remaining invaders.
Well that was bloody. And good fun. At the end only Slitlik remained alive, but I'd still dne enough to claim the game.
Squigs are all kinds of awesome, and chariots are pretty
good too.
On adding up I was the clear winner, so game three would be
the decider, and I still had my biggest force left to use…
“Gork an Mork iz
happee oh mighty Gruzzkup. We done dem uvva greenies good an’ proppa” crowed
Slitlik.
“Dat’s as maybe, but
where’s da rest of da lads, eh?” roared the Orc warboss
Cool! Yeah squigs can do horrible damage, especially if the opponent strikes after them. Nice dual charge you pulled off too.
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