Nurgle battle report

Date: Sun, 17 Jan 1999 23:52:16 +0000
From: Tom Coote <[email protected]>
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The sun rose pale and cold over the blasted moorlands in the far north,
dark and twisted birds circled hungrily eager for inevitable spoils as two
fierce armies met. Mortal warriors faced immortal deamons across a
hell-cursed field.

Lord Mahlrok Poxbringer, Deamon prince, favoured of Nurgle looked
across at his foe. He remembered the days when he had been human,
before the plague had caught him, before he'd fled north from the
persecution and found his true purpose. No-one would shun him for his
disease now, he would show the world the true glory of decay, of puss-
ridden plagues, they would be sorry they drove him away, their signs
of warding and their foolish prayers would be laughable in the face of
his deamonic might!
But today his foe was different. Today he faced not the desperate and
doomed armies of normal men, but a renowned and powerful warband
of Chaos. The man who faced him today was become known, his
reputation growing fast, his army was strong, Ogres, Mighty dragon
ogres, hounds of chaos, a band of men, each a mighty warrior
dedicated to the service of the dark gods. And of there was the
sorcerer, his reputation was well known, a madman by all accounts,
the evil skull staff of katam whispered it's dark secrets in his ear
driving him slowly insane. this sorcerer saw himself as an artist and his
canvas was the body of his pet troll, he'd warped and twisted it beyond
recognition, turned it into a foul mockery of life. Mahlrok could
appreciate that, it would almost be a shame to destroy these mortals...
almost.
His own force was a plague to be proud of. Mahlrok scratched idly at
the sores on his bloated body, the grinning mouth set into his stomach
a hideous parody of his own face, his fingers on his left hand each had a
mouth too, and each whispered terrible promises of disease and death.
to his right were his pride, a great horde of plaguebearers, the war
banner of their dark god of disease fluttering in the sickly wind. ahead
of them swarmed the nurglings, hundreds of them cheerily farting and
laughing at the prospect of a good battle. his flank was protected by
the spawn, they'd been people he'd known once, he remembered them
vaguely, now they were mutated beyond sanity and he'd sent then
gibbering forward to meet the ogres and the enemy lord on his
deamonic steed. Let them spend their time releasing the spawn from
their insanity, it would keep them out of Mahlroks way for a while.

As dawn broke the two hordes advanced, the mortal forces surged
towards the deamons yelling their dark war cries. from the heart of the
warriors their came a dark wind, it coalesced into a ball, pink tentacles
writhed within it and it sped towards the plaguebearers, green tendrils
of putrid smoke rose from the ground beneath it and the black horror
of Arnizipal was dissipated.

Mahlrok laughed madly as his great wings beat and he flapped his way
into the sky, gobbets of stinking pus rained down on all below as he
circled high above the field of battle. his army surged forward as one,
the nurglings screening the plaguebearers and the spawn mindlessly
writhing towards the ogres. a dark wind arose, the stench unbelievable
and it blew from the plaguebearers, the magical plague wind
enveloped the hounds of chaos and they were gone, from their stinking
fetid carcasses arose two more plaguebearers.

The mortals continued their advance, drawing closer to the pustulent
horde again, the black horror emerged from the mage, and again it
was dispelled, this time, the tendrils of putrid green only narrowly
failing to devour the spell altogether.

The deamons moved ever closer, soon battle would be met, with a
horrible squelch Lord Mahlrok descended from the skies, he landed with
a fart and a giggle behind the ogres and the mouth in his stomach
opened to spew forth a stream of sticky vomit which left three of the
ogres shaken and clearly hurt.

Then the mayhem began, Chaos lord and ogres charged the spawn and
in a horrific few seconds of carnage cut two of them to shreds, the
spawn seemed ineffective, unable to fight against the ferocity of the
attack, the warriors charged one group of nurglings and for the lost of
only one of their number they hacked and stamped most of the little
creatures to the ground, the remaining ran and despite the wishes of
the lord the warriors chased them down. The dragon ogres charged the
rest of the nurglings, their two handed weapons dancing patterns of
death in their mighty hands, yet one felt the bite of tiny teeth and
although most of the little ones perished a few were left and they
refused to flee. giggling and farting as the mighty beasts tried to stamp
them out.
And Lord Mahlroks force charged. Plaguebearers smashed into the
dragon ogres, the two newly created Bearers charged the troll which
had spent the battle so far examining a small rock, Lord Mahlrok too
charged the troll and it died, a look of innocent surprise on its warped
face. The dragon ogres were hit hard, one fell to the plague swords and
the last two broke and ran, the deamons charged after it but were
unable to catch the beast. The last spawn was chopped to pieces by
laughing ogres, all three had died without even inflicting a single
wound.
The dragon ogres turned to face the oncoming deamons, knowing lord
Mahlrok and two more plaguebearers were waiting on their flank they
gritted their teeth and prepared to die fighting. the warriors , ogres
and the lord of the mortal force all manoeuvred towards the
plaguebearers.
The plaguebearers launched themselves into the last dragon ogres, one
fell and the other ran again, this time it was not fast enough to escape
a painful death. meanwhile Lord Mahlrok launched himself into the air
again and the nurglings and two plaguebearers ran towards the
warriors and lord respectively.
They were cut down almost immediately and the mortals were closing
in on the plaguebearers.
Disaster struck when the air around them again grew foul and the
stinking plague wind blew toward the warriors, the air for a moment
began to clear, the wind disappeared and was replaced by the ominous
black cloud. this time it wasn't dispelled and two of the deamons were
sucked forever into the black horror the sorcerer grinned, having
turned the winds of magic against his deamonic foes he laughed madly.
Then Lord Mahlrok turned the tide, setting down noisily behind the
warriors he bellowed a mighty laugh, his terrifying appearance and his
darkly glorious radiance was too much for them and the warriors fled
madly towards the sombre bearers of plague and death, to the
amusement of Lord Mahlrok the mighty chaos lord panicked too and
ran with them! they rallied almost immediately but this left the
warriors standing close in front of the plaguebearers, reformed and
ready to claim more souls for the lord of decay.
They were forestalled however as the sorcerer eyes mad and laugher
splitting the air, chanted and a thousand cuts opened on the pus ridden
bodies of the plaguebearers, they were held, fighting for control until
the spell was dispelled.
The warriors charged, their great halberds swinging, the lord his the
deamons in the flank and it was clear that the last action of the battle
was begun, the ogres were too far away to have any more effect,
though Lord Mahlrok was readying himself for a charge.
A number of the plaguebeares fell to the onslaught, but they fought
back well, the warriors faltered, the Plague bearer standard,, and the
war banner dripping with pus filled them with dead, some seemed to
hold their ground but when the great gong of despair sounded they
fled. The lord stayed. He feared no gongs or such and he held his
ground
As the weak sun began to set, its pale light giving the forsaken feel and
eerie tinge Lord Mahlrok, chosen of Nurgle charged and fought in single
combat, Lord Hrothgare mortal lord of Chaos undivided and Lord
Hrothgare was struck down in the dying light of a dead land. the field
was claimed by deamons, the mortal army was defeated and Lord
Mahlrok smiled and licked a gobbet of pus from a weeping sore on his
arm.


It was a cool battle, basically it could have gone either way at any
point, in the end it came down to a challenge between generals. a
fitting way to end a fight. Magic played a part but didn't dominate. luck
was fairly evenly distributed. My opponent is one I've played often
before but we're both new to these armies, both armies had loads of
character and we had loads of fun. one of the best battles ive ever had.

as to my army. the Plaguebearers were awesome! when all seemed
lost they stayed in there and pulled it back. the nurglings did their job,
which was to die getting in the way, and even the spawn who failed
utterly to do a single wound held the ogres up for long enough that
they didn't ever get into the main fight.

hope you enjoy this report even half as much as I enjoyed the battle.

--
Burrwhale the Avenger
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No job's too small, no fee's too big.
Colchester, Essex