The assault on the Vision of Khaine was turning out a disaster. The disciplined Druchii forces made sport of the motley army of Greenskins, Chaos worshippers and Ogres, slaughtering them wholesale with barely a casualty suffered. The Dunewraith, leader of the Chaos contingent, found his flank overwhelmed and fled into the jungle on a commandeered Dark Elf chariot while a single sorcerer of Tzeench covered his escape with eldritch spells.
Many of Mire Goldhardt’s Ogre mercenaries were overtaken by Dark Elves but Mire himself remained alongside Verlbog, relentlessly killing elves in a flurry of flintlock fire and cutlass strokes.
“Oy! Greenskin! Yer mates are fleeing! Our left flank’s collapsed like a house ‘a cards, let’s go back to my camp while we still have our hides!” said Mire to the Orc commander. “Yer pal Morkyfeet might lend us a hand if the elves follow us out. Somethin’ tells me hes not as defenseless as ‘e looks!”
“ORCS IS DA TOUGHEST THERE IS!” yelled Verlbog, “An’ Moops has somethin’ up his sleeve wot these elves won’t see coming. We keep fighting ‘till he comes back!”
Mire smiled, and pulled two more flintlock pistols from his brace, killing two Black Guard instantly before charging into the rest with a group of his Ogres. The right flank held against the assembled Druchii until at last a tide of goblins emerged from the jungle, with hundreds of Moopy’s forest goblin spider riders dragging five massive stone throwers out onto the beach. Moopy Morkyfeet looked on as the war machines were loaded with large boulders, and casually touched each stone with his staff.
Verlbog and Mire fell back as the stone throwers were fired. The Dark Elf army looked on with dread as the stones turned a bright, blinding green in mid air – transforming into a hail of hundreds of flaming green boulders. Some of the magical payload bounced off the walls of the Black Ark harmlessly to the relief of the Elves inside, only to be horrified when the areas touched by magical rocks were pounded by gigantic green fists from the air a few moments later, seriously compromising the integrity of the floating citadel and exploding chunks of wood, stone and metal into the rear of the Druchii army on the beach.
The massive slave hold of the Black Ark was irreparably damaged by the fists of Mork and the creatures held inside began to run out of the exposed fortress, among them many Beastmen. Notable among these was a massive Minotaur who howled with rage, picked up a large piece of broken masonry and began crushing elves, inspiring the other Beastmen to do the same.
The Dark Elf Commander Spiv Korval mustered what was left of his forces, the tables turned completely against him in what had promised to be an easy victory, and fled into the Ark, sacrificing the rest of his Black Guard to cover his escape. By the time the massed rabble on the beach was finished with the last of the elite Druchii infantry, the Vision of Khaine with the Malekith’s Spite anchored above it were nowhere to be seen, replaced by a thick rolling fog.
LATER
The victorious Greenskins retreated to the mercenary camp, with the Beastmen in tow. Gors and Ungors sat around happily munching on roasted Druchii limbs, lorded over by the humongous Doombull.
“OY! COW-MAN!” yelled Verlbog, “YA DID ALRIGHT FIGHTIN ELVSES BUT DON’T THINK WE NEEDED DA HELP! ORCS IS DA TOUGHEST THERE IS!”
The Doombull stood and ran towards Verlbog head on, clutching a massive Ogre-made blade. Mire looked up from his roasted boar and rum, happily expecting some sort of fight between the two titans.
“OY! IS DAT HOW YOU WANT IT, DEN?!” hollered Verlbog, dropping his food, ready to take the charge head on.
The Minotaur was surprisingly fast, reaching the Orc in seconds and shoving him aside before bringing his blade down on Verlbog’s seat, cleaving it in half. Verlbog stood up and shoved the Minotaur angrily.
“WOT’S ALL THIS, YAH WANT A FIGHT?!” raged the Orc before realizing the Doombull’s eyes were still transfixed on the ground. Behind the massive broken chair was a butchered Druchii assassin, cut perfectly in two, envenomed daggers lying on the ground.
The Doombull spoke, “ORCS MAY BE TOUGHEST THERE IS, BUT BEASTMEN IS THE STRONGEST THERE IS.” Then he let out a gruttal guffaw, which put Verlbog back in good spirits.
“HAHA COW-MAN IS FRIEND TO VERLBOG! Whats yer name mate?”
“Loggor Banemane, Master of the Lost Herd.” replied the Doombull.
“Well den, grab some boar before I eat it all, and help yerself to rum”
The night continued in high spirits with lots of celebration, eating, drinking and funny looks as Ogre and Greenskin alike were taken aback by what passed for acceptable party behavior between the Gors and Ungors. Alone in his tent, Moopy Morkyfeet ignored the commotion outside, pouring over stolen Lizardmen plaques and intelligence gathered by his spider riders. He was certain he had found a way back home.
Spiv Korval is gone and has been replaced with Loggor Banemane, as Branden is playing the Beastmen. Basic Skirmishes for the week saw Verlbog overtake Lizardmen forces and earn a bonus.
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