Under Lock And Quay (a Flame On Mordheim Campaign)

Reputation

Smoke obscured the bright sun and cast an eerie brownish light across the town as the Rotmoons rapidly advanced through the ruined streets. They took up positions behind broken walls and shattered fences and spent half the time hiding and half chuckling to themselves and grinning conspiratorially at each other; the pirates really weren’t getting the idea of how an ambush should work.

Kapitán Da Leeva rolled his eyes and tried to ignore them. He took Trollumbus and a few deck hands and pressed ahead of the group along the cobbled central street. He expected to see the Knight and his retinue at any minute, if the lookouts and spies he had posted around the ruins were correct, they should be coming through this part of town – right past the docks.

In the distance he could see the brightly coloured uniforms of a Bretonnian Knight’s retainers marching in their direction!

“This ain’t your day, Chumbucket!” he yelled.









Trollumbus settled himself into the entrance to an alley, blocking the way of the Men-at-Arms that approached – the Bretonnians charged and speared the huge beastie but they couldn’t bring him down so easily. They hoped to be able to hold their ground until their leader, just behind them, caught up.





Trollumbus’s guts made an unpleasant sound and he spewed stomach-acid and fish entrails over the nearest man-at-arms. The poor wretch wasn’t harmed but he slipped in the fowl heavings and was thoroughly covered in bile.

Alunzo charged up from behind Trollumbus and felled the second man-at-arms with his cutlass, cleaving through helmet and skull and split the unfortunate Bretonnian’s head down to his teeth! The gnarled Orc wrenched his blade free and looked up as Sir Rhodri Bent charged in (his accompanying squire took one look at the horrible scars lining the Orc Kapitán’s face and the lumbering Troll at his side and held back!).



The brave Sir Rhodri swung his long sword in murderous arcs and Da Leeva had to work hard to fend away the glittering blade with swashbuckling sword and dagger work. But the scarred Orc caught the Knight’s longsword in the guard of his cutlass and used his massive strength to lock their blades together. As they pushed against each other the Pirate jammed his dagger into Sir Rhodri ribs, relishing the look of shock in the Knight’s eye as he coughed up blood and slid down towards the cobbled street…





Trollumbus vomited again and covered the prone man-at-arms with rancorous spume; the peasant screamed and died.



Geedo Forks and his small group exchanged arrows with some peasant archers in the attic of a tall building: The Orcs couldn’t hit the Bretonnians, but the Bretonnians couldn’t hurt Orcs! Dragante, Awkwardo and the others lurked in cover, waiting for the Bretonnians to come past.



As soon as they showed themselves Forks unleashed his secret weapon again – the streets echoed with a deafening boom as he blasted them with his blunderbuss! Two of the Bretonnians were flattened but neither was harmed.



Mildew the Wench was distracted for a moment and a man-at-arms charged from his hiding place. She was knocked to the floor but managed to scramble to her feet before the soldier could dispatch her.



Dublon burst through the doorway of a small house and smashed the man-at-arms to the ground! Mildew put the hob-nailed boot in!



Dragante and his group closed in on the Knight trying hard to sneak round the flank. They couldn’t bring the git to fight but they held him up for just long enough.





With the threat on the right flank neutralised the Pirates sprinted across the central street to aid their shipmates on the left flank. Seeing the great mass of Orcs, and the Troll, on their way to reinforce the line the new leader of the Unlucky Knights chose the path of discretion and called a retreat.



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Here's a snap of the gang at play yesterday afternoon:



And a couple of shots of The Beanbag and Zelophahad's game:

Parrot

Even though sunshine bathed the grassy valley, the morning air was crisp and cool. Da Leeva stood under the shaded eves of the jungle and watched two dozen or more Goblins milling around their camp: The Eastlands Bluemoon Tribe Goblins hideout in the foot-hills of a mountain range.



Beyond the mass of scampering Night Goblins a dark and ragged cliff loomed over the valley, towering above everything for miles around. On a narrow ledge a lone Goblin Shaman stood scanning the tree-line. As the Rotmoons left the cover of the trees he spotted them and alerted the Eastlanders with a shout and a frantically pointed finger.





Half the Pirate Orc warband tried to cross the small river, but the fast-flowing waters running off the mountain washed three of them downstream as they stumbled on slippery rocks. The other half hung back and took pot-shots at the charging Goblins.





The Dark Knight launched high into the air, sailing through the clear sky and surveying the surrounding landscape. He spotted the Rotmoon’s Troll and dived: he smacked into Trollumbus but the big smelly monster swatted him into the mud and stamped on him, broke the strange Goblin’s home-made wings and submerged him into the soft river bank. The Squigs that followed got very similar treatment.



git the Goblin Hero hurried up to a barricade and tried to blast El Doctoro and his group with his Blunderbuss but Deestro shot him down with a long crossbow shot.





The Snotbus raced forward and ran over one of the Night Goblins who was too busy squabbling to move out of its way.









Ahead of the rest of the Rotmoons Awkwardo was surrounded by a horde of five Snotlings he gave three of them a sound thrashing, knocking them to the ground with a few deft cutlass hacks, the other two fled along with the rest of the Goblin tribe, when the Shaman gave the retreat signal from his cliff-top vantage point.



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After the fight the Rotmoons searched the shattered inn buildings at the heart of the Bluemoon’s encampment. They found a huge stash of plunder: seven sea-chests full of various coins and jewels guarded a bad-tempered, hook-beaked Squig-Parrot. The Rotmoons didn’t hesitate - they took both treasure and the squig. Alunzo wondered if it may be time to contact Hammerhead the Ogre…

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Skulltakka

Kapitán Alunzo da Leeva stepped back and looked at the Ogre. The black cloak and breaches, the off-white ruff and silvered armour were all in the Estalian style. The battered morion helmet was engraved with an octopus design and the gutplate bore the roaring lion symbol of Myrmidia. The Ogre looked proud of his new attire, grinning as he adjusted the position of the specially-made helmet on his head.

"You'll do mate." said da Leeva, half to himself.

Behind him several Goblins picked up the rejected items of armour and clothing, tossing them haphazardly back into the looted chests and trunks. There was more than enough stolen gear to dress a dozen more Ogres. The chests were loaded back into wagons by the Goblins under the watchful eye of the Orc pirates, who sat by drinking and eating while the Goblins sweated and strained to lift the heavy packages. The dozen or so Goblins then dragged off the wagons, along with the rest of the spoils looted from the surrounding countryside, since the horses that had once pulled them were currently filling the bellies of the lazing Orcs.

Hammerhead the Ogre did not understand why he was being dressed in this gear, but he was happy to accept the pirates' gold and happy to fight whoever they fought if more gold was coming.

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Brawl

On a grassy clearing in the jungle the piratical Rotmoons faced the savage fury of the Lost Waaagh. Behind them the Rotmoons had a great haul of loot from the last village they had ploughed through. The Cave Orcs wanted the loot and were not averse to taking it from the pirates.

The two warbands lined up, staring at each other. Waiting.



Geedo Forks looked to the priming of his wide-bored Blunderbuss. Hammerhead twirled his huge cutlass in great swishing arcs. Trollumbus yawned and idly scratched himself.

Kapitán da Leeva was about to give the signal to charge when the savages beat him to it! With a mighty roar they raced forward, hacking at each-other in their desperation to be the first to get into the fight. At the rear of their lines the Neadertroll and some of the Savage Orcs got into an argument that came to blows. The Troll was hardly aware of the offence he'd caused before he was flattened by the frothing Orc!



The Cave Orc Shaman led the charge, he raced ahead of the crowd with three Savages close on his heals. The Rotmoons lined up with decidedly un-Orcy discipline and the front rank raised their crossbows to their shoulders. Forks struggled with the flintlock of his Blunderbuss for a moment too long and the savages were upon them.



Luckily the Cave Orcs were more interested in fighting Hammerhead and battered the hulking to the ground with their huge double handed clubs.



The second rank of the Rotmoons charged as the Shaman El Doctoro, after several attempts, finally cast his quickening magic. The Pirates slammed into the ranks of the Savage Orcs engaged with the front rank of pirates. Now they outnumbered the Cave Orcs and had the advantage of El Doctoro's magics, the tide turned.

Trollumbus dealt with the Orc that attacked him and joined the counter attack. El Zid the Goblins shrieked as a savage split his skull with a bone club but the little one was the last Rotmoon to drop. The rest pushed back the Cave Orcs and forced them to flee empty-handed.

Their loot was safe for now.

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Death

The small village may have once been a fetid stagnant shanty-town of shattered walls and decaying hovels, but it had gone downhill a lot lately.

The Rotmoons got wind of a hidden treasure - some drunken pirate crew of years passed had left their ill-gotten gains stashed in one of the driftwood shacks and either forgotten about it or got themselves killed before they could reclaim it. The rumours were not specific about the contents or location of the chest but the slim chance of gold was lure enough for the pirate Orcs.







Kapitán Alunzo strolled into the squalid township like he owned the place (and he was genuinely convinced he now did) and was shocked and annoyed to find a party of Knights and their retainers searching the tumbled-down buildings already.

He dispatched Dragante with Hammerhead the Ogre and a party of crossbow-armed Boyz down the larboard flank while he and El Doctoro took Trollumbus and some more Boyz down the starboard flank.

It soon became a race against the Bretonnians to see who could search fastest.







Hammerhead dashed ahead of the rest of the crew and twirled his huge cutlass in a complex and showy pattern; he rounded the corner of a shabby house and found two men-at-arms about to go in. He slammed into the nearest of the Bretonnian Men-at-Arms and sent him sprawling across the muddy ground. The man next to him took fright and sprinted into the nearest ruined house – where, my to his delight, he found the chest of loot was hidden!

The rest of the Rotmoons exchanged volleys of fire with the Knights’ retainers while advancing slowly. As they closed in on the Knights themselves the Knights fell back before them!

Hammerhead lumbered into the ruined building after the running retainer and instantly spied the chest of coins, even though the Bretonnian did his best to hide it. The Ogre was having none of it though - he launched the man across the room and scooped up the treasure under one arm. Shouting to the rest of the Rotmoons that he had the booty he headed back towards the Pirates as the Knights and their followers fell back defeated.

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everything in this blog is fantastic Having seen through a bunch of other battle reports tonight, I can fairly say that you have some very impressive morheim terrain and it's a joy that everything is painted and full of character! Love it!

Oh, and every time i get into this blog i skip to the part with Da dark night "flying" down from the roof. it's just bloody priceless....

EDIT: HAHA, just noticed the PentaGym ad... now that is great humor

This post has been edited by Morten C on Jun 13 2011, 10:09 PM

Love it! I miss mordheim! Makes me want to give up some of my Fantasy models to create a personalized gobbo warband!