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Scabscar has a Go!
Ban Jarr, mercenary Ogre Tyrant, had thought long and hard (all morning in fact, apart from the hour he spent chewing an old sheep) and he had come to a conclusion. He must show his employers just what he and his brutes could do, then not only would they would have to cease their whining and moaning about his mistake, but they would also recognise the power he had at his disposal and so think twice about ever again suggesting his pay might be withheld as punishment.
You see, his Murosian masters had send Ban Jarr southwards against an army of desert men who could not be found, then immediately ordered him to retreat as soon as the enemy finally made their tardy appearance. This in itself was frustrating enough, and his warriors had taken to looting and mayhem to relieve their frustration at the lack of fighting. But the foe turned out not to be desert men, at least most of them were not, and Ban Jarr and his brutes had much difficulty distinguishing friend from foe. A simple mistake for drunken ogres to make, except it led to a bit of naughtiness in which a few Murosians were killed by mistake. One of the commanders called it a massacre - a rather far-fetched account to Ban Jarr’s mind - and it was this same man who suggested the ogres be punished.
Now Ban Jarr was leading his army to face the real enemy, a force of strength, and one that could not possibly be Murosians. They were Skaven, and even his brutes could see the difference between rat-men and men-men. He was not entirely sure who the skaven served, whether they were from the mountain Clan Skarr or if they marched for some other power, but did not care. He intended to teach his Murosian masters what the word ‘massacre’ really meant, and let them mull over whether they really ought to be bandying words like punishment in his presence.
(Writer’s Note: I hoped our Murosian players did not mind me adding some character background for this mercenary ogre force. I had grown tired of writing bat reps where the enemy were an anonymous bunch of faceless fighters.)
Funnily enough the Skaven commander, Warlord Scabscar, had come to a remarkably similar conclusion to the Tyrant: he too needed to show his masters what he was capable of. His motives, however differed considerably. He yearned to have the generals of the AIF heed his advice, bow to his wisdom, and so better serve his purposes. If he proved himself on the field of battle, in the bright light of day, then perhaps his fellow generals would in turn prove more malleable to his wishes.
Until now his forces had done little more than drive off a weak force or two, capture a few brigands and scouts, and prevent enemy foragers from returning with more than empty bellies. For over a week now his scouts had returned time and time again with no news of the foe, until Scabscar was starting to believe that the Murosian ‘threat’ was nothing but a clever war-ruse, an illusory force that in truth was little more than a band or two of huntsmen and raiders. This morning, however, the scouts returned with news of a substantial army of grey-skinned Ogres, arrayed for war and close by.
His time had come.
The Field of Battle
The battle would be fought over a flat stretch of land, dotted with farmsteads and copses of trees.
Scabscar immediately decided to anchor his left flank with the largest farm in the vicinity, sending his Doomwheel to trundle around it on the far left of his position, whilst his huge mob of slaves were led by an engineer to occupy the farm as if they were a garrison.
With these dispatched about their business, Scabscar gave his orders for the battle array.
Warlord Scabscar’s Force (2500 Pts)
Warlord (General Scabscar)
Halberd, Hvy Armour, Bonebreaker, Trickster's Helm, Talisman Preservation
Warlock Engineer
Level 2 Wizard, Warp Lightning, Warp Energy Condenser
Warlock Engineer
Level 1 Wizard, Warp Lightning, Dispel Scroll
Warlock Engineer
Level 1 Wizard, Opal Amulet, Warp Lightning
Chieftain
Heavy Armour, Weeping Blade, Charmed Shield, Luckstone
Chieftain
Battle Standard, Armour of Fortune
40 Clanrats - Full command, Spear, Light, Shield plus Ratling Gun team
40 Clanrats - Full command, Spear, Light, Shield plus Warpfire Thrower team
46 Skavenslaves - musician & Pawleader
40 Plague Monks - Full command, Banner of Under-Empire
24 Giant Rats & 4 Packmasters
9 Poisoned Wind Globadiers - Bombardier plus Poisoned Wind Mortar team
Doomwheel
2 Warp-Lightning Cannons
9 Warplock Jezzails
His two regiments of Clanrats would advance upon either side of a little wood, whilst their attached weapon teams would creep along through it. Scabscar himself led one of these regiments (upon the side of the wood nearest to the farmstead) while his chieftain would command the other. His horde of Plague Monks were sent to form the right of his central block of fighting regiments ….
… while his jezzails, cannons, globadiers and giant rats were ordered to make as much difficulty as possible for any foe who attempted to make headway upon the right.
Ban-Jarr also put his fighting rank and filers together, with three regiments of Bulls making up the centre-right of his line. Upon the far right his sent his massive Bull Rhinoxes, their sickly yellow rag-banner hardly required to advertise to all their presence on the field.
To his left, facing Clan Scabscar’s machines, bullets and bombs, Ban-Jarr sent his Scraplauncher, a small band of gnoblars and his yhetees.
Ogre Force (2500)
Tyrant (Sword of Bloodshed, Talisman of Endurance, Enchanted shield)
Slaughtermaster (Fencer’s Blades, Talisman of Preservation, Skull Mantle)
Bruiser (Battle Standard, Armour of Destiny)
Three units of 6 Bulls
8 Gnoblar Trappers
ScrapLauncher
3 Yhetees
3 Bull Rhinox Riders (incl. Thunderlord)
Gorger
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The Skaven Jezzails now lowered their long barrelled pieces to take aim on the foe. Battle was about to be joined!
Deployment described, battle to follow. I have to ask, what say you? Who’ll win this one? Lay yer bets before tomorrow evening. This is your chance to show off and prove your WFB savvy. I’ll give you a clue - one side will absolutely massacre the other. But which one?
Ban Jarr, mercenary Ogre Tyrant, had thought long and hard (all morning in fact, apart from the hour he spent chewing an old sheep) and he had come to a conclusion. He must show his employers just what he and his brutes could do, then not only would they would have to cease their whining and moaning about his mistake, but they would also recognise the power he had at his disposal and so think twice about ever again suggesting his pay might be withheld as punishment.
You see, his Murosian masters had send Ban Jarr southwards against an army of desert men who could not be found, then immediately ordered him to retreat as soon as the enemy finally made their tardy appearance. This in itself was frustrating enough, and his warriors had taken to looting and mayhem to relieve their frustration at the lack of fighting. But the foe turned out not to be desert men, at least most of them were not, and Ban Jarr and his brutes had much difficulty distinguishing friend from foe. A simple mistake for drunken ogres to make, except it led to a bit of naughtiness in which a few Murosians were killed by mistake. One of the commanders called it a massacre - a rather far-fetched account to Ban Jarr’s mind - and it was this same man who suggested the ogres be punished.
Now Ban Jarr was leading his army to face the real enemy, a force of strength, and one that could not possibly be Murosians. They were Skaven, and even his brutes could see the difference between rat-men and men-men. He was not entirely sure who the skaven served, whether they were from the mountain Clan Skarr or if they marched for some other power, but did not care. He intended to teach his Murosian masters what the word ‘massacre’ really meant, and let them mull over whether they really ought to be bandying words like punishment in his presence.
(Writer’s Note: I hoped our Murosian players did not mind me adding some character background for this mercenary ogre force. I had grown tired of writing bat reps where the enemy were an anonymous bunch of faceless fighters.)
Funnily enough the Skaven commander, Warlord Scabscar, had come to a remarkably similar conclusion to the Tyrant: he too needed to show his masters what he was capable of. His motives, however differed considerably. He yearned to have the generals of the AIF heed his advice, bow to his wisdom, and so better serve his purposes. If he proved himself on the field of battle, in the bright light of day, then perhaps his fellow generals would in turn prove more malleable to his wishes.
Until now his forces had done little more than drive off a weak force or two, capture a few brigands and scouts, and prevent enemy foragers from returning with more than empty bellies. For over a week now his scouts had returned time and time again with no news of the foe, until Scabscar was starting to believe that the Murosian ‘threat’ was nothing but a clever war-ruse, an illusory force that in truth was little more than a band or two of huntsmen and raiders. This morning, however, the scouts returned with news of a substantial army of grey-skinned Ogres, arrayed for war and close by.
His time had come.
The Field of Battle
The battle would be fought over a flat stretch of land, dotted with farmsteads and copses of trees.
Scabscar immediately decided to anchor his left flank with the largest farm in the vicinity, sending his Doomwheel to trundle around it on the far left of his position, whilst his huge mob of slaves were led by an engineer to occupy the farm as if they were a garrison.
With these dispatched about their business, Scabscar gave his orders for the battle array.
Warlord Scabscar’s Force (2500 Pts)
Warlord (General Scabscar)
Halberd, Hvy Armour, Bonebreaker, Trickster's Helm, Talisman Preservation
Warlock Engineer
Level 2 Wizard, Warp Lightning, Warp Energy Condenser
Warlock Engineer
Level 1 Wizard, Warp Lightning, Dispel Scroll
Warlock Engineer
Level 1 Wizard, Opal Amulet, Warp Lightning
Chieftain
Heavy Armour, Weeping Blade, Charmed Shield, Luckstone
Chieftain
Battle Standard, Armour of Fortune
40 Clanrats - Full command, Spear, Light, Shield plus Ratling Gun team
40 Clanrats - Full command, Spear, Light, Shield plus Warpfire Thrower team
46 Skavenslaves - musician & Pawleader
40 Plague Monks - Full command, Banner of Under-Empire
24 Giant Rats & 4 Packmasters
9 Poisoned Wind Globadiers - Bombardier plus Poisoned Wind Mortar team
Doomwheel
2 Warp-Lightning Cannons
9 Warplock Jezzails
His two regiments of Clanrats would advance upon either side of a little wood, whilst their attached weapon teams would creep along through it. Scabscar himself led one of these regiments (upon the side of the wood nearest to the farmstead) while his chieftain would command the other. His horde of Plague Monks were sent to form the right of his central block of fighting regiments ….
… while his jezzails, cannons, globadiers and giant rats were ordered to make as much difficulty as possible for any foe who attempted to make headway upon the right.
Ban-Jarr also put his fighting rank and filers together, with three regiments of Bulls making up the centre-right of his line. Upon the far right his sent his massive Bull Rhinoxes, their sickly yellow rag-banner hardly required to advertise to all their presence on the field.
To his left, facing Clan Scabscar’s machines, bullets and bombs, Ban-Jarr sent his Scraplauncher, a small band of gnoblars and his yhetees.
Ogre Force (2500)
Tyrant (Sword of Bloodshed, Talisman of Endurance, Enchanted shield)
Slaughtermaster (Fencer’s Blades, Talisman of Preservation, Skull Mantle)
Bruiser (Battle Standard, Armour of Destiny)
Three units of 6 Bulls
8 Gnoblar Trappers
ScrapLauncher
3 Yhetees
3 Bull Rhinox Riders (incl. Thunderlord)
Gorger
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The Skaven Jezzails now lowered their long barrelled pieces to take aim on the foe. Battle was about to be joined!
Deployment described, battle to follow. I have to ask, what say you? Who’ll win this one? Lay yer bets before tomorrow evening. This is your chance to show off and prove your WFB savvy. I’ll give you a clue - one side will absolutely massacre the other. But which one?