Skarsnik to the rescue - eventually!

Warboss Spuzgob wasn't happy - or at least he was trying to act like he wasn't because that was what he was expected to do.  But inside his rough green interior he was sniggering like a snotling.  and all because of Skarsnik.

It had started a few days ago when Skarnik had strutted into the encampment with thousands of night goblins trailing after him and that monstrous Squig Gobbla at his side.  Supzgob shivered at the thought - it always looked like it really wanted to eat you and would do if Skarsnik gave it the nod.  And in fact it very often did.

Cocky little blighter ahd been poncing about the camp saying he would find Gork's (or was it Mork's) cup and had happily fed anyone who said he wouldn't do it to Gobbla.   So Spuzgob ahd just kowtowed - he knew when to grovel and faced with an irate night goblin with a socking great squig at his beck and call as well as  magical prodder was a good time to do just that.

So Skarsnik had gone off for a first search with a few of his gobbos.

And bumped into a group of dwarves - and it had all kicked off.

There's been quite a group of them by all accounts the Spuzgob strongly suspected it wasn't the thousands Skarsnik had claimed.  But since Skarsnik and Gobbla had emerged unscathed - well minus one melted prodder - Spuzgob wasn't going to call him a liar to his face.  You never knew what schemes that tricky little gobo had up his dark black sleeves.

Anyway the night gobbs had lined themselves up - spear chukka on the hill, doom diver in the valley and had legged it at the dwarves.  Their hatred for the beardy little runts boiling up inside.

And as usual the dwarves had let fly with all they had.  Which rather sadly was quite a lot.  Fortunaltey Skarsnik had dragged a shaman along who had cast a shroud of darkness of the mangel squigs, night goobbs and squigs, though a large bang and puff of green smoke had made him wobble rather badly.

Skarsnik had been nowhere to be seen at the time since the gobbos around him had kicked off in a big row about who had thrown Gobbla's poo at who.

Upshot was the Mangler squig had a few holes but was still whirling but the pump wagon looked more like green safety matches - though the green was mashed snotling not anything useful.  and still the lads raushed on, pausing only to watch a gobo sail overhead and splatter a bunch of iron breakers to cheers all round.

And then the same thing happened all again - the dwarves let rip, the mage covered everyone in cloud, only this time he went bang and totally exploded; and a gobo whizzed overhead platted a few dwarves and Skarsnik - went nowhere, the pooh fight having degenerated even further not helped by Gobbla adding to it.  Oh and by this time the mangler squig had joined the pump wagon as a pile of blobbiness spread everywhere though a sort of a red colour which made a nice change from green.

The squig hoppers had then suddenly swerved instead of piling into the ranks of dwarves (rolled to short) and had stood there snarling defiantly - helped by a wolf chariot arriving in the flanks ..

 



Only to be surprised when the dwarves had all rushed forwards.  which wouldn't have been to bad but the gobbos behind them had let fly the loonies - one going straight through the squig hoppers. 

And then it all got a bit messy.

The iron breakers annihilated the squigs and turned to join the rest of the battle.

The dwarf warriors had seen off the squig hoppers - helped by a fanatic mowing through the boss - and taking out a few dwarves in the process - before they'd twice charged and seen off the mob of night gobbos behind them.  And all the while Skarnik had been shoutint at his mob going nowhere; and goblins had been sailing overhead splattering dwarves left right and centre.

Finally  - so the rumours wnet, Skarnik had finally got order in his mob and marched forward so angry that when he let rip with his magic prodder as well as wiping out the last of the dwarf warriors it had melted the prodder as well! 

Spuzgob roared with laughter finally unable to help himself.  He quickly shouted at the nearest gobbo and told him to stop laughing and swatted the unfortunate gobbo hard just to emphasise the point in case Skarsnik had been watching.

And that pretty much had been it.  The doom diver finally splattered all the iron breakers before it had exploded in a flurry of elastic, wood and sliced goblin and Skarsnik had declared a moral victory and marched off with the two large mobs of night gobbs and left the much reduced Dwarf band behind. 

And it might have been a moral victory, but for the fact the Dwarves had waved two banners at Skarsnik and hurled insults at his retreating back just to underline who had really won here.

Result victory Dwarves.