The Battle of the Bacon, Part 6 (Finale)

This is the 6th (and final) part of a battle report spanning multiple posts. You can read the previous turn here, or you can go to the main report page here.

Dwarf Turn 6

Dwarf Turn 6

With more a wheezing cough than a shout, Lord Dungrim signalled to the shieldbearers fighting by his side and together they dragged themselves into the flank of the Savage Orc Shaman, intent on putting an end to the villain before their own strength gave out entirely.

Dungrim charges in for the final combat

The Battle of the Bacon, Part 5

This is part 5 of a battle report spanning multiple posts. You can read the previous turn here, or you can go to the main report page here.

Dwarf Turn 5

Dwarf Turn 5

With most of his remaining warriors locked in bitter combat, Dungrim's axe arm was itching from a lack of use. He practically danced atop his shield in agitation, which did little to improve the mood of his bearers. Then he spotted his opportunity as the Savage Orc boar riders turned their formation to face the Iron Guard. With barely concealed desperation, he hissed to his shieldbearers, “There! Now is our chance, and they are so close even you two can make it!” For once the Lord and his shieldbearers were in agreement, and they staggered toward the combat with a jubilant roar (and a couple of half-hearted wheezes coming from somewhere underneath).

Even as the Trolls appeared in their flank, Peg Leg's Quarrellers spotted an opportunity elsewhere.

The Battle of the Bacon, Part 4

This is part 4 of a battle report spanning multiple posts. You can read the previous turn here, or you can go to the main report page here. 

Dwarf Turn 4

Dwarf Turn 4

The Dwarf line was still in turmoil, however a strong showing from the forces to his right gave Dungrim some hope. They needed to press any advantages that were to be found. Looking through the forest he could see the fleeing forms of the remaining Kleenskins, and called for his staggering shieldbearers to harden up and charge once more. “Come on you pathetic beardlings, they're getting away! There is Orc blood to be spilt!” he growled. His bearers tried to respond, however their hearts (and legs) were not in it. Nevertheless Dungrim's curses apparently carried to the fleeing Orcs, as they glanced over their shoulders and quickened their pace. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Dungrim tried a different tack. “What about those other savages over there,” he asked, forcing calm into his voice and pointing toward the struggle between da Red Faces and Arri's lads. “It looks like they could use our aid.” His bearers shifted direction ponderously and set off toward the new target, but all involved knew they were never going to make it and soon gave it up as a lost cause.

Snorri saw the fleeing Kleenskins and sounded a charge of his own, however this only further hastened their departure and they were soon clambering over the Rock Lobber in their haste to leave the field. The Goblins looked around in a panic, wondering what was going on and doing their best to hide behind their machine in the face of the stampeding Orcs.

The Iron Guard find themselves spoilt for choice

The Battle of the Bacon, Part 3

This is part 3 of a battle report spanning multiple posts. You can find the previous turn here, or go to the main report page here.

Dwarf Turn 3

Dwarf Turn 3

Lord Dungrim was worried. The left flank was folding, and the centre was in danger. His finest warriors, his personal guard – they were gone entirely. A monstrous killing machine lurked behind what remained of his lines... Things were not going well.

All was not lost, however. The more dire the situation, the greater the opportunity for heroism. It was time for Dungrim to teach the filthy greenskins the meaning of fear. Striking a heroic pose, he gave a wordless roar and raised his axe toward the Savage Orcs struggling to bring down Snorri's Gyrocopter. His shieldbearers charged forward in response, rushing toward the enemy. Then going slightly slower toward the enemy, breathing heavily. Then going at little more than a lame shuffle, gasping and wheezing. Dungrim growled in frustration and cursed the weaklings underneath him. Greatness awaited him, and his bearers were too weak to see it!

Chaaarge!!

The Battle of the Bacon, Part 2

This is part 2 of a battle report spanning multiple posts. You can find part 1 here, or go to the main page here.

Dwarf Turn 2

Dwarf Turn 2

The destruction wrought upon Dungrim's Guard had unnerved him to the point where he nearly toppled off his shield. With a cry he halted the unit's advance and instead ordered them to back up in the face of the rapidly advancing Mangler Squig (which already appeared to be chewing on something as it glared balefully at them). The Iron Guard kept pace with them as they stepped back and Dungrim called somewhat desperately for the Grudge Thrower to target the beast. The crew responded swiftly to his orders, however their aim was off once more, and the shot landed closer to the Hammerers than it did the enormous Squig.

The Dwarf centre backs off after its optimistic advance in the first turn

The Battle of the Bacon, Part 1

This is the first part of a battle report covering multiple posts. You can find the navigation page here.

Prologue

The Dwarfs maintained a relentless pace as they emerged from the foothills of the Black Mountains into the green farmland of the southern reaches of the Empire. The path they followed was ancient and well-worn, but the recent passage of the Orcs they pursued had left fresh scars upon the crumbling paving stones.

At the head of the column, Lord Dungrim swayed atop his enormous shield as its loyal bearers stepped carefully around discarded scraps of whatever the greenskins had been eating, as well as other signs that their digestive systems were in full swing. The Dwarfs had been marching for hours, and whilst this would normally be of no account for such hardy folk, the shieldbearers were starting to puff a little. It was a point of honour for Dungrim that he never dismounted from the shield whilst outside the comfort of his home Hold, Karak Hirn. Bearing one's Lord into battle was normally a much sought-after position amongst a Dwarf throng, but competition for such an honour when Dungrim marched forth had been decidedly thin of late. He could have sworn he heard his current bearers muttering to each other that they hoped this pursuit would soon be over, but it was hard to tell in between their wheezing and gasping. Dungrim had hand-picked these two from those who had been slowest to step back when volunteers were called for, and he had hoped they would display more enthusiasm when bestowed with such a noble duty. He made a mental note to choose the long way home once this dirty business had been dealt with and the Orcs run to ground.