Stephen was still in Nottingham on Saturday evening so we decided to play Warhammer again - as is right and proper. Kieran wasn't available, so we looked in our extensive list of Warhammer chums for someone else whose name began with K and uses Chaos Warriors. Fortunately Kenton was available. Though he at least chose allies from a different book (like the rules say you should) and bought along some filthy Nurgle Daemons.
I again set up in a far flung corner.
Whilst the Elves and Chaos swapped positions.
Stephen had abandoned war machines and replaced them with the completely broken flaming attack S4 BS5 things.
After some initial jockeying for position the fight began at the far end of the table.
Though some Daemons shambled in to the wood towards me.
The Ogres were sent out in front.
The Dragon Ogres swang around to face the Elves.
Who started shooting. Like gatling guns.
The Ironbreakers went in on the Daemons. They beat them easily. Then Kenton rolled a double 1 for his Ld test and they all came back. Sigh.
The Ogres took aim at the Elf line.
Kenton's wizard cast a spell that killed about half of his own unit. This wasn't a miscast - he just did things wrong.
The Elves giggled. And then shot again. Like gatling guns.
The Ironbreakers fought the Daemons again. With remarkably similar results. Apart from the rolling a double one part. So they popped.
Finally, his mates all shot to bits the Dragon Ogre champion got to grips with the puny Elves.
The Sea Guard turned their attention towards my end of the table.
Most of the Chaos army was now dead and Stephen was sitting on a big pile of Victory Points.
The last Chaos Warriors returned from the board edge - and were met by angry Lizards.
With that the battle came to an end.
The Dwarf force was mostly intact, the Chaos force was mostly dead and the Victory Points were mostly Stephens.
I was too cautious and slow and failed to kill any enemy very much - which handed the game to the High Elves.
But, as always, Warhammer was the real winner.
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