40K Campaign Mission 2.0 and 2.1 - Orks vs Nurgle
This past weekend, Nathan and Mike Churchill faced off on the field of battle for the first time. At the top of the leader board with most Campaign Points and most Experience points, Nathan's securing of critical data files in Mission 1.3 afforded him access to a new section of the map, which led to the encounter with the new Chaos forces. Over the course of the day, two battles were fought between Rotgor Badgut's Orks and Bubonicus' Death Guard Army.
This past weekend, Nathan and Mike Churchill faced off on the field of battle for the first time. At the top of the leader board with most Campaign Points and most Experience points, Nathan's securing of critical data files in Mission 1.3 afforded him access to a new section of the map, which led to the encounter with the new Chaos forces. Over the course of the day, two battles were fought between Rotgor Badgut's Orks and Bubonicus' Death Guard Army.
The first mission was a small 500 point skirmish representing two scout forces making first contact.
Mike's Zombie Horde and Plague Marines advance on the Greenskinz!
The Green Tide swallows up the Nurgle Army...one by one
The second was a much larger battle of 1250 points each, with multiple objectives (victory points, hold objeives, and kill most valuable unit) determining the victor. Mission
What follows is Nathan's account of 40KC M2.0 and M2.1, between his Orks and Mike Churchill's Nurgle/Zombie horde:
"Dem 'oomie zommies iz a lot tuffa dan 'oomies. Uglier, too. Die jus' da same."
Rotgor Badgut scoffed at the piles of corpses littering the battlefield, almost all were the corpses of the enemy: a legion of bloated, disfigured monsters aligned with the foulest of chaos gods- Nurgle. The enemy had appeared suddenly from the darkness, ambushing a scouting party and beginning a skirmish that escalated into a long, hard-fought battle. Rotgor paused as his tour of the field brought him to the position where his Boyz made a final charge against their new enemy. The earth was scarred, burnt, and around the smoldering wreckage of a Rhino, the assorted, disfigured parts of chaos-deformed Plague Marines, and other former-humans were mixed in amongst what was once a squad of Stormboyz, now little more than a pile of greenskins who fell like an Ork should, in battle. "Battle
There had been much combat, many killed, and still more kept coming. The significance of the rock that Rotgor fought for began to slowly creep into his mind as he watched a Grot drag away the tattered remains of a Nurgle banner. Khorne had made its presence known, and now Nurgle, too, was creeping forth from the warp to stake a claim on Ghedda Prime. Ghedda's mysterious energy source was still unknown, but if more than humans sought this power, if the minions of such bloodthirsty, warlike gods were after the secrets of Ghedda, then Rotgor was resolved, he must possess it. He would become the greatest Ork Warboss the humans had ever seen- he would become the greatest Ork Warboss the universe had ever seen, and, as his declaration to the humans, and the universe, he would have his revenge.
A crowd of Grots were now encircling the banner of Nurgle, each tugging on the ends until it tore into several pieces, which the Grots also began to fight over. Rotgor grinned...He could intervene, teach the Gobbos a lesson about their place with his Powerklaw, but the Gretchin had served uncharacteristically well and they were entitled to their trophies, after the last battles, all the greenskins were as far as Rotgor was concerned. As the Runtherd approached, the Gretchin quickly stashed their trophy-tatters into whatever pockets or hiding places they could find and gathered into loose formation, staying a few steps away from the Squig-hound as the Runtherd led them quickly back toward the rest of the army, himself hoping to avoid a lesson on Grot supervision from Rotgor.
A light breeze carried the lingering odor of the battle across the field and into Rotgor's nostrils. It smelled like smoke; like gunpowder; like blood; like death; like combat- it smelled good.
"We'z ready, boss." A Nob grumbled from behind Rotgor. Rotgor nodded, he couldn't recall the Nob's name, but at the rate he was losing them in combat, he didn't care to.
"Get 'em movin', we gotta lot mo' 'oomies to kill, and prolly a lot mo' o' these new squishies too."
The Nob scurried away, barking orders in the distance. Behind Rotgor his ever-growing warband, hardly depleted by their latest skirmishes, began to mobilize on the hunt for their next battle. The Boyz were becoming accustomed to victory, and each conquest put Rotgor Badgut another step closer to the secrets of Ghedda Prime... and away from Ghedda Prime.
The Green Vengeance Army moved on.
What follows is Nathan's account of 40KC M2.0 and M2.1, between his Orks and Mike Churchill's Nurgle/Zombie horde:
"Dem 'oomie zommies iz a lot tuffa dan 'oomies. Uglier, too. Die jus' da same."
Rotgor Badgut scoffed at the piles of corpses littering the battlefield, almost all were the corpses of the enemy: a legion of bloated, disfigured monsters aligned with the foulest of chaos gods- Nurgle. The enemy had appeared suddenly from the darkness, ambushing a scouting party and beginning a skirmish that escalated into a long, hard-fought battle. Rotgor paused as his tour of the field brought him to the position where his Boyz made a final charge against their new enemy. The earth was scarred, burnt, and around the smoldering wreckage of a Rhino, the assorted, disfigured parts of chaos-deformed Plague Marines, and other former-humans were mixed in amongst what was once a squad of Stormboyz, now little more than a pile of greenskins who fell like an Ork should, in battle. "
There had been much combat, many killed, and still more kept coming. The significance of the rock that Rotgor fought for began to slowly creep into his mind as he watched a Grot drag away the tattered remains of a Nurgle banner. Khorne had made its presence known, and now Nurgle, too, was creeping forth from the warp to stake a claim on Ghedda Prime. Ghedda's mysterious energy source was still unknown, but if more than humans sought this power, if the minions of such bloodthirsty, warlike gods were after the secrets of Ghedda, then Rotgor was resolved, he must possess it. He would become the greatest Ork Warboss the humans had ever seen- he would become the greatest Ork Warboss the universe had ever seen, and, as his declaration to the humans, and the universe, he would have his revenge.
A crowd of Grots were now encircling the banner of Nurgle, each tugging on the ends until it tore into several pieces, which the Grots also began to fight over. Rotgor grinned...He could intervene, teach the Gobbos a lesson about their place with his Powerklaw, but the Gretchin had served uncharacteristically well and they were entitled to their trophies, after the last battles, all the greenskins were as far as Rotgor was concerned. As the Runtherd approached, the Gretchin quickly stashed their trophy-tatters into whatever pockets or hiding places they could find and gathered into loose formation, staying a few steps away from the Squig-hound as the Runtherd led them quickly back toward the rest of the army, himself hoping to avoid a lesson on Grot supervision from Rotgor.
A light breeze carried the lingering odor of the battle across the field and into Rotgor's nostrils. It smelled like smoke; like gunpowder; like blood; like death; like combat- it smelled good.
"We'z ready, boss." A Nob grumbled from behind Rotgor. Rotgor nodded, he couldn't recall the Nob's name, but at the rate he was losing them in combat, he didn't care to.
"Get 'em movin', we gotta lot mo' 'oomies to kill, and prolly a lot mo' o' these new squishies too."
The Nob scurried away, barking orders in the distance. Behind Rotgor his ever-growing warband, hardly depleted by their latest skirmishes, began to mobilize on the hunt for their next battle. The Boyz were becoming accustomed to victory, and each conquest put Rotgor Badgut another step closer to the secrets of Ghedda Prime... and away from Ghedda Prime.
The Green Vengeance Army moved on.
Yea, with limited shooting abilities to whittle those G'skins down a bit, I'm not sure Churchill stood a chance. Looked like fun though.
ReplyDeleteNice write up!
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