Surprise! I eventually managed to finish the last report, 4 months after the meeting... Of course, my memories are already dwindling a little, but I think I could remember most of this epic battle. Enjoy.
It was quiet in the woods around that small, nameless border town, almost as if all the animals had fled the place which would soon become the site of much bloodshed in the battle for domination of this far corner of the Cathayan Empire.
After many a small skirmish, the forces of evil, Chaos Dwarfs and foul Ogres blessed by Nurgle, had allied to crush the human defenders once and for all.
In this desperate situation, the latter had put aside all the differences for the moment, even forgetting the bloody fight in face of the advancing avalanche... The warbands sold all loot they possessed for bows and crossbows and every man capable of using one at all was fitted with a ranged weapon. Even some crazy crossbowmen from the far Tilea were hired to enforce the ranks. All in all, there were about twenty marksmen manning the walls, and as many fighters guarding the open spaces behind them.
Even though numerous, the defenders were not too confident of winning the battle, having seen the devastating force of the nigh invincible Ogre brutes and the stubbornness and toughness of the wretched stunties.
Suddenly, the silence was broken by deafening roars, followed by the breaking of wood. The Ogres were rushing towards the walls with unbelievable speed.
The men on the walls shoot volley after volley at the ogres and landed several hits whenever they saw some gray skin appear behind the rocks and trees. This, however, did not seem to have any effect on the beasts at all, as they simply shrugged off all the arrows in their flesh as if they were nothing but annoying insects! Then, some of the dogs inside the town got nervous and ran off barking – they had smelled an infiltrating halfling scout and went to send him to hell immediately.
Of the Dwarfs, the men could see nothing, even though they were sure that these evil cretins were around, too. Instead, they spotted a single rider, which managed to chill their blood all on his own. As soon as he came in sight, his name was whispered all around the town – Belandysh. The Lord of Chaos had personally come to join the forces of evil! Were it not for the Protectorate of Sigmar within the ranks of the defenders, hope would soon have been lost.
As it was heard that the Ogres are trying to break through the left flank, the valiant Acolytes of Sigmar rushed towards the critical area to greet the enemy, followed by all the expendable units who were ordered there by the commanders.
In no time, the Acolytes were battling the largest of the Ogres, supported in faith by their brave Warriorpriest himself!
In the meantime, Belandysh managed to draw most of the fire of the defenders onto him. While he was able to shrug off many an arrow, he was in the end overpowered by the sheer amount of the hundreds of arrows (that's really true!!) shot at him and died. His corpse was gruesomely sucked into the warp and only his tainted sword remained on the road...
The Ogres used this distraction off the defenders to advance towards the gatehouse, the town weak spot.
Apart from some glimpses of red and black, nothing was seen of the dwarfs, who apparently had some difficulties with the terrain and siege equipment.
While all this was happening, and their comrades around them were dying, the Acolytes continued to fend off the Ogres as if they were Sigmar reborn!
Suddenly, noise was coming from one of the gatehouses – an Ogre youngblood managed to climb through one of the windows, taking part of the wall with him.
Slowly but surely, the situation was getting out of hand. After throwing some smoke bombs onto the wall, yet another Ogre managed to get inside of the town, slaying one marksman after another.
Then, the united strength of the acolytes, marksmen and black guards in the guard house managed to slay some of the Ogre brutes, who then fled the battlefield in panic!
By that time, the Chaos Dwarfs eventually made it to the walls and started the second wave of the assault. With the morale of the defenders boosted by the victory against the Ogres, the fighters decided not to wait any longer and to counter the attack instead.
Suddenly, flames shot up from one of the buildings in the far part of the town – the Chaos Dwarf sorcerer managed to clandestinely get inside the town using his foul magic! In no time, the Sigmarite dogs, thanks to years of training in hunting down heretics, were charging him.
Upon seeing the flames, the troops on the left flank also ran towards the other side of the town.
Only the Sigmarites, after bearing the main burden of the first wave of the assault...
...decided to fall back and see to their wounds, trusting their numerous allies to kill the single foe inside the walls and successfully defend the town.
Unfortunately, their trust was not put into the right people, as they did not manage to engage the sorcerer in close combat. Thus, he magically moved from building to building, lighting them on fire, and the town was lost.
It was a sad day for the Cathayans. While the mercenaries managed to save themselves from the burning town, many a citizen could not and was consumed by the flames. Also, the fall of this important outpost led to a series of losses, costing Cathay the loss of nearly all the province and a decade long war to reconquer what was left of it.