Maggotkin vs Ogor Mawtribes, 2019.11.12

Introduction

Virulax led his warband towards the village. In there, they would find nourishment - both physical and spiritual. Yes. The villagers would have no chance but to bow before the gifts of the Grandfather. 

But... what is that smell? Is there something... cooking?!

As the first brutish Ogor showed its face and saw the approaching demons, it screamed at the top of its lungs:

"FOOOOOOOOOOD!!!"

It was suddenly clear why half the village was already in ruins. Virulax would find no living villagers, not anymore. He hefted his blade. At least he would have some fun.

Maggotkin of Nurgle 1500/1500

• Virulax Great Unclean One [340pts]: 1. Grandfather's Blessing, 3. Sumptuous Pestilence, 6. The Endless Gift, General, Massive Bilesword, Plague Flail
• Inzeth the Plagueflayer Daemon Prince of Nurgle [160pts]: Daemonic Axe, Wings
• The Bringer of the Pox Poxbringer, Herald of Nurgle [120pts]: 2. Glorious Afflictions
• 20-man Plaguebearers [240pts]
• 2x 10-man Plaguebearers [120pts]
• 2x 3-man Nurglings [100pts]
• 3-man Plague Drones [200pts]

Ogor Mawtribes (Mawtribe: Underguts) 1500 / 1500

• Tyrant (160): General, Trait: Mass of Scars, Artefact: Gnoblar Blast Keg
• Tyrant (160)
• Firebelly (120): Lore of the Sun-Eater: Fiery Whirlwind
• 2x 6-man Ogor Gluttons (240) Pairs of Clubs or Blades
• 4-man Leadbelchers (160)
• 2-man Leadbelchers (80)
• 2 x Ironblaster (120)
• 20-man Gnoblars (100)

Battleplan: Total Conquest (2019)

Battle round 1

Virulax held his forces back, letting the Ogors approach first. The opening salvos of the lumbering cannons did little damage to the fly-shrouded Plaguebearers, and any losses were immediately replaced by fresh demons rising from the muck.

Once the Ogors were committed, Virulax signaled the attack. While the small Plaguebearer flanks remained back, the Great Unclean One led his larger contingent forward, presenting a unified front. Meanwhile, Nurglings popped out of the dirt mound, behind the large cauldron of the Ogors.

The charge was led by the buzzing Plague Drones, urged onward by Inzeth, the Daemon Prince. The giant insects zoomed forward, emboldened by the freshly sprouting Gnarlmaw behind them. They crashed into the Ogor Gluttons, decimating their ranks.

Battle round 2

Virulax could not keep up the momentum. Smelling food - however rotten it may be - the Ogors crashed into the ranks of the plagueband. The warlord led an Ironblaster to clear the right flank, while the other Tyrant smashed the Plague Drones apart. Gluttons and Leadbelchers hacked at Virulax, sloughing off great mounds of flesh.

The Plague Band recovered, as Inzeth himself joined the fray. The Plaguebearers charged in behind him, supported by Nurglings coming in from the mound. Their number were enough to overwhelm the Ogors, leaving only the Tyrant standing.

Virulax and the Bringer unleashed foul magics unto the Ogors, dropping the beasts one by one. The Great Unclean One swung his blade, hacking them apart without much chance of retaliation.

Battle round 3

And this time, the Plagueband pressed on. Inzeth retreated, leaving his minions to face the Tyrant. Virulax cleared his own opponents off the field of battle.

This left the Ogors to retaliate, but it was not enough. The Tyrant could not break through the Plaguebearers, while Virulax absorbed every cannonshot and spearthrust the right flank could muster.

The highlight of the battle was the charge of Nurglings into the Gnoblars. As the diminutive creatures fought, both sides cheered them on.

Battle round 4

The Ogors rallied. The Tyrant fought on, but there were too many Nurgle daemons - he could not kill all of them in time. Virulax was almost brought low, but even gravely injured, he hacked the Ironblaster apart. The last of the Plaguebearer horde died, but reinforcements were already popping out of the filth again.

The final round sealed the deal. 

Aftermath

As the store was closing, the Ogors called the game after turn 4. Although they were at a 1 point lead, the tides were sure to turn. Virulax came back from the brink of destruction - 2 wounds - and was sure to kill the Tyrant, possibly more, given the magical support of the Herald behind him. The Daemon Prince would join the fray, securing the flank. With many Gnoblars routing, the back lines were almost gone. 

The Ogors recognized a spoiled meal when they saw one, and retreated.