Gutrot Triumphant (Round 1 500 Points: James' Ogres and Graeme's Empire)

The Goblins shrieked in fear as a clumsy paw fumbled into the temporary cage housing them. Betrayed by the pure self-concern their race was renowned for, a smaller, scrawnier individual yelped as it was pushed and shoved forward by its inmates into the clutching grasp, before being greedily shovelled up into the maw of a bored looking Ogre. The Ogre gulped and let out a frustrated sigh.   

“Ere, Gutrot, I aint had a propa meal in days. All we’ve had is these pieces of green gristle. You can’t even get a belch out of ‘em. Thems menthings and smallmenthings aint coming round ere nomore so how we gonna get us sum real feasting agen?”

Gutrot had led the small band of Ogres out of the Mountains of Mourn not four cycles of the moon ago. As an emissary of the Great Maw, known in the simple Ogre tongue as a Butcher, Gutrot was feared and revered in equal proportions by his fellow Ogres. It was during the preparations for a Great Feast that Gutrot had been struck by a dire portent of death and destruction; the ceaseless call of the Great Maw beckoned him. Without a word, Gutrot departed the mountain of his tribe and began his journey, but not before arousing the attention of several of his kinsmen, their natural curiosity and wanderlust tempted by the lucrative promise of food and fighting. After traversing the desolate wastes of the Dark Lands, the band of Ogres had taken Mad Dog Pass through the World’s Edge Mountains, whilst enjoying plentiful scuffles with the countless local tribes of greenskins. Trusting his gut implicitly, Gutrot was drawn north to the foothills of the Black Mountains and the fringes of The Empire. It was here that the band of Ogres, rather fortuitously, happened upon the Silver Road, a historic trade route and major arterial road into the provinces of the Eastern Empire. For several weeks Gutrot’s band had enjoyed rich pickings as they preyed upon the various trade caravans journeying along the route, extorting a fortune in toll charges and stockpiling food and plunder. Notably, a chance encounter with a Dwarfen artillery train, destined for the realms of the Border Princes, saw the Band come into possession of 3 cannons, together with assorted armour and weaponry. Their brazen success had even seen them set up a makeshift camp adjacent to the road. However, in recent days the previously busy route had become barren; the trade caravans disappearing abruptly. Gutrot, unlike many of his kind, was blessed with a prodigious prescience that could only be explained as a result of his recent visions of the Great Maw.  Whilst his fellow Ogres were blissfully unaware that their incursions would inevitably draw significant attention, Gutrot knew there would be swift recourse to remove the threat their band presented to one of the Empire's most important trade routes.  

“Don’t you worry your fat head. We iz gonna be feasting by day’s end. Mark my wurds. I will provide it and we will eat it. Now get lost or I’ll cut your arm off.”

Unsatisfied the Ogre turned away, consoling himself with another Goblin snack. Gutrot knew that in another few hours the protests of his fellow Ogres would soon turn physical, such was the Ogre’s tribal and fickle nature, especially where food, or more specifically the lack of it, was concerned, but the gnawing feeling in his gut did nothing but focus his resolve. It was at that moment that Gutrot’s nose twitched, at first momentarily before curling completely as the unmistakable scent of man-flesh peaked his interest. He noticed its effect on his fellow Ogres as they excitedly jumped to their feet, salivating as their insatiable appetites took control. Gutrot guffawed loudly.

“Ere they are. Right on time. Grub’s up.”

 

MKWGW Escalation League 2015: Round 1 (500 Points)

Ogre Kingdoms (James) vs. The Empire (Graeme)

Army List

The Rotgut Tribe                                 497 points

Heroes
Gutrot
Butcher                                               100 Points
(Level 1, Lore of the Great Maw)

Core

The Dragon Guts
3 Ironguts                                            129 Points
 

The Troll Guts

3 Ironguts                                            129 Points
 
Special
The Belchers
3 Leadbelchers                                    139 Points
(Bellower +10)

Battle Overview

The Ogres took first turn and marched boldy towards the Empire lines. Gutrot cast ‘Bonecrusher’ at the approaching Empire Outriders with irresistible force as the whole unit was instantly destroyed. The ensuing miscast result was benevolent as Gutrot and his accompanying Ogres suffered a solitary wound each. Subsequently, the Leadbelchers killed 2 of the Empire Knights.

In response The Empire attempted to avenge their fallen comrades by declaring charges. Unfortunately, the Knights were unsuccessful leaving them in a precarious position in the middle ground. Meanwhile, the Empire State Troops charged into the unit of Ironguts. The Empire Wizard successfully cast ‘The Withering’, reducing Gutrot and his unit’s toughness. In combat the Empire State Troops were unable to land a wound on the Ironguts who in turn killed two of their number, prompting them to panic and flee. Their panic also caused the Empire Wizard to turn and flee as both were caught and butchered by the pursuing Ironguts.

Both the Leadbelchers and Gutrot’s unit of Ironguts declared charges on the Empire Knights. After successfully making the charge a single Knight succumbed to the bludgeoning impact of the Ogres. Again, the Empire Knights unfortunately failed to land a wound on the Ogres who responded by killing another Knight. With steely determination the Empire Knights remained steadfast before another round of combat killed another of their number. Their resolve tested, the Knights panicked and fled from the battlefield.

 

Result

Crushing Victory to the Ogres

5 league points

7 hobby poins (3 fully painted army, 3 painted units, 1 battle report)

James, 6th March 2015