And Don't Bring Hordes to a Knight Fight!

 Ahiahi marie ano, Good afternoon again,

Game two. Goblins vs. Orcses. Hordes vs. Warband.

For the second game we both brought out our Greenskins. My Raetian Goblins against his Orcs.

Raetian Goblins

• Rider General
• 1 Rider
• 2 Beasts
• 1 Flyer (Bats)
• 6 Horde
• 2 Bow
• 1 Behemoth (Storm Giant)

Orcs

• 1 Knight General (Chariot)
• 1 Knight (Chariot)
• 2 Behemoths (Trolls)
• 1 Hero
• 4 Warband

I was defender again, so I set up with marsh protecting my flanks and the Horde in the centre. Close to my camp. For easy redeployment.

And, again, I waited for Robin to advance to me.

And advance he did.

After an early success (lowly Horde pushing back his Knight General!)...

...I soon learnt that you don't bring Hordes to a Knight fight!

Nothing much for it, time to throw in the flanks.

...which didn't do much.

In fact...

...quite a bit less than much!

Even my mighty bats...

...well, you get the picture!

Indeed, quite a picture! Actually, I don't think I killed a single element! 

And a good time was had by all!

Thanks Robin, it was great to catch up.

Nick

HOTT Winter's Day, Game 5

Good evening,

Last game of the day, time to bring out the last army. Alas, my Horde army was up against Mark's My Little Pony Knights. Opps!

Still, in for a penny, in for a pound. As they say.

I bunched my boys together, with the Behemoth and Blade General on one flank, and the Riders and Beasts on the other.

Mark lined up his girls flanking his Artillery and Sneaker. With his Aerial Hero on his right.

Such pretty girls.

I figure the Hordes are going to die anyway, so I send them forward, hoping that they will reappear quick enough to form a second line to my rear, whilst my flanks to their thing.

And so, my left flank at least started to do it's thing.

All while my other flank, seeing as Mark had delayed his advance opposite my right, starts rushing across the field to bolster my left.

Surprise!

Bit of argy bargy...

...Toola-Roola pushes through...and other Scootaloo unexpectedly disappears.

...and Toola-Roola gets her pony tail cut...

...as does Starsong!

Alas...

...my Troll gets taken out by special delivery!

Drats!

Still, in for a penny...

...and more Hordes die.

As is an appropriate thing for Hordes to do.

However, with their own right flank collapsed...

...what? Really?

And that was the game. With a crap load of goblins slaughtered, that lost rider pushed the Raetians over the edge.

Still, it was a much closer game than I had thought it would be.

Cheers Mark,

Nick

HOTT @ Robin's, Game 3 - Raetian Goblins Vs Victorian Sci Fi

Good afternoon,

After regaining his losses in the Second Battle of the Underworld, Robin swaps out his one bonemen for an army of good old British VSF.

• A Blade General - the renowned Major General Caruthers, no less
• 1 Blade
• 2 Shooters
• 1 Hero - that keen young Lieutenant Winstanley
• 1 Magician, with his dang fangled infernal machine
• 2 Knights
• 1 Behemoth - a steam powered mechanical construct

I likewise swap my Skellies for some Raetian Goblins.

• A Rider General
• 1 troop of cav - Rider
• 1 pack of wolves - Beast
• 1 swarm of bats - Flyer
• 1 Storm Giant - Behemoth
• 2 groups of archers - Shooters
• 6 gaggles of Goblins - Hordes
• 2 parties of skirmishers - Lurkers

I was the defender once again, so Robin set up with the ridge that I had hoped to set my Hordes upon, behind him.

And so the advance begins. Robin wheels his entire line, I refuse my left and advance on the right.

Then try to protect the right of my left whilst still anchoring my right.

One is the loneliest number...

Anyhow, the battle develops on the left.

Grrr...Steam, Hiss...

That dratted infernal machine zaps one of my shooters.

How rude!

And in. We. Goooo...

Huzzah!

The titans clash in the middle.

Argg...Clank, Steam, Hiss...

On the flank...

Huzzah!

The push and shove continues in the centre, while I try to mob that Magician on the flank.

Argg...Steam, Hiss...

It was at this point that Robin...pointed...that I should have flown in my bats alongside my General, forcing the Magician to turn to face (@ 3+1 (General) to 4-1 (overlapped)). Rather than have the bats take on the mechanical marvel @ 2 vs 3.

Ah well.

But it gets worse Jim!

The Bats couldn't recoil because the Shooters' front edge was not parallel to the Flyer's back edge.

Drats!

Still, in the centre...

Huzzah!

Grrr...Steam, Hiss...Clunk!

One Horde gets shot on the right...

...while Lt Winstanley himself comes to Robin's rescue on the left.

Well, he tries to.

And in again!

And back he goes!

I try to bolster my chances on the left...

...but a distinct dearth of PIPs only allows me to straighten my line, so to speak.

And the battle rages on in the south. Cardinally speaking. Possibly south south west?

In we go again!

Whilst, and at the same time...

Bang! Argg. Urrhh. Thump!

Drats.

And more drats!

Robin seizes the opportunity that my isolated General presents...

...to no avail.

Phew!

Well...lets keep pounding at it then!

That's right, you and your stinking machine better run!

Oh, come on!

It's worse than that Jim...

...he's dead!

Drats, drats, drats!

And so it came down to it. We were both at 10 AP lost, the next element gone from either side would determine the game.

Seeing as the General against his Hero thing wasn't going my way, I thought to use my one PIP differently. Doggies vs. mad scientist. Nature vs machine.

Huzzah!

Man, that was an epic game! Very cinematic, very on-the-edge-of-your-seat stuff!

Thanks Robin, that was brilliant!

Nick

(For Robin's report, please click here.)