Sartosa 4: Dark Waters (Flame On campaign - summer 2009)

LOVE IT...Disease Ridden Rat Guys & the Pointy Eared Woodsy Fops killing each other off. It warms the heart of this Old Goblin. A FINE Battle Report.

Da Kronicles of Adm'rul Kurgan Grimjaw - Book 6

7th August, the year nine.

Reptilian Raiders: Cold Blooded Killers











Rumours of madmen, puzzles and hidden ancient cities stuffed full of gold treasures drew the pirate Orcs of the Ironfang Fleet back to Sartosa once more and in their minds the logical first step was to attack a the first Lizardmen they encountered. After a week long search they found Grok-nar and his band of Sauruses in the hills outside Beffardo.

Squid Hoppers bounced off towards the enemy, trying to stay between the Pirates and the missile weapons of the Lizardmen. They we cut down in no time by those same missiles.





Broadside the Giant bounded off with Wolf and Crab riding Goblins scampering along in his wake. A scouting party of Skinks fled from the Giant’s advance and Grok-nar while his Cold One mounted bodyguard struggled with the stupidity of their mounts. The few seconds of confusion allowed Broadside to deal with the heavy reptilian cavalry in typical Giant fashion – with swinging club and stompy boots.









A flock of Terradons swept down from the tropical sky and attacked the pirate gun crews after only two volleys, but with ramrod and hand-spike the hardy gunners held the winged beasties at bay for the rest of the battle!



A burst of incendiary Salamander phlegm scorched just one pirate from each of the two ship’s crews it hit, but both crews were panicked by the prospect of a flaming death and turned tail to flee.They were soon brought to their senses by the strong words and mortal threats of the Adm’rul but not before they had dangerously disrupted the Orc’s battle line.





Broadside was peppered with poisonous blowpipe darts and keeled over just as the Halibuteers crashed into a heavily armoured spear-armed Saurus unit. The Black Orcs made the wrong choice of weapon – going for Great Weapons to negate the lizard defences – but even the slow-witted creatures managed to avoid the deadly blows and inflicted crippling injuries in return. The Fishmen turned tail and took flight.





Even with Grok-nar, the enemy General, unable to take further part in the fight the Orcs knew they had suffered a solid defeat but there was enough of them left to stage a fighting withdrawal.





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WELL DONE, Adm'rul! Leading them thar Lizard Lads to a false sense of security with yer cunnin' strategy...kind of. Excellent report & LOVERLY photos!
Better luck next time, Saul.

Week One News:

We’re back mates, and no mistake!











And so we’re back. Back to campaigning on the pirate isle! Huzzah! Yaaarrr! &c! Even though the island has been united under a single black banner, in the typical fashion of pirate politics divisions between internal factions have erupted once more into open hostilities, so nothing really changes. The thrice-cursed Naval Alliance is even here trying to bring their brand of so called law and order to Sartosa.

All this over a bit o’ gold plate an’ all. Apparently the trincket what everyone is calling Rackham’s Key was engraved with names of Sartosan towns before it was broke into four bits. Why? Blessed if I know mate. The first part has been located and secured by the Black Gulf Corsairs. It wasn’t dropped into the briny as that fool Rackham instructed but it was given to an inn keeper to pay off a thirsty sea captain’s bar tab. It was discovered nailed to the wall above the bar in the Waterlogged Monkey tavern in Caprio.



Let’s face it though, whether ye be honest pirate, back-stabbin’ buccaneer or even indolent landlubber, the discovery of a lost city of the Old Ones, stuffed to the gunwales with Ancient Treasures is always good news. As the fair weather o’ the summer months evanesces before our very eyes, there is small consolation to be had in the thought of a full glass o’ grog and a warm fire for the months beyond.

Keep ye powder dry!



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Week Two News:

A Storm is Brewing

A busy week that was me hearties! All the factions made headway this week with a surprise jump from the Naval Alliance. They made safe the second piece of Rackham’s Key after they discovered that it was traded for a shipload of black powder and cannon balls by a rascally captain from Brionne. The gun powder merchant was about to have it melted down and turned into jewellery for his… um… lady friend, when the agents from the Alliance convinced him that it was not in his best interest. Something to do with an oil lamp, a powder warehouse and an unfortunate accident that could be avoided…



The Brethren of the Sea have had no kind of luck on the battlefield but their agents have made several moves in key location: cloak and dagger ain’t in it! The Black Gulf Corsairs have had their usual successes but to a more modest degree than last week. The Sufaga Swordwind have not been idle (having more success than the Brethren) but can’t be called dynamic just yet.

Things are shaping up to be very interesting over the next couple of months shipmates, the Rackham may not have been as mad as he seemed. He’s been plied with drink and questioned closely (so closely that he hasn’t been able to stand unaided after several interviews), but he ain’t forthcoming with tidings about the whereabouts of his Key or the answer to its puzzle. That’ll be up to who-so-ever finds all the parts!

Fair winds and blues seas to ye!

Shaman: Why didn't you speak before?
Minotaur: Up until now everything was okay.

COOL Battle Report AND a GREAT LOOKING Rat Guy War Band!

Da Kronicles of Adm'rul Kurgan Grimjaw - Book 6

13th August, the year nine.

Be-knighted and be-rocketted

In a smoke-filled corner of the bar in the Swinging Lead tavern, the three pirate first mates stared into their pints. “I didn’t even know where Monte Castello was until last week – how the zog did that git Prospero keep it a secret all this time? That’s what I wants to know.” grumbled Grognog.

“Yeah, and why was he masqueradin’ as a Pirate? I don’t believe that tale of him being in exile for one minute.” said Salty Ogbad with a sneer.

“So he just turns up on a nag with a gang of chumbuckets, a shiney suit of armour and a dirty great magic ‘ammer?” said Badrot in disgust. “Where was he hiddin’ that lot?”

“I dunno, but they gave us a right thrashing. Them rockets was especially hard on the Hogwashas – if’n our gunners hadn’t mashed up the rocket crews we would have suffered even harder.” said Grognog.

Is Mordheim back in the campaign? Woot! And the key to the Hogwasha? Look out world!

@Von Kurst: Yup on both counts!!

zelophahad wrote:

Okay, here's my warband's new special rule for this campaign. It's partly designed to offset the power of the piggies (although it will, hopefully, affect everyone at some stage!):

Quote :

Swine Flu
Every model taking part in a game involving an infected warband must roll D6 after the game. On a 1 the model contracts swine flu and must miss its next game, ‘off sick’.

Any warband with one or more models off sick counts as infected for that game. Warbands that include pigs or boars always count as infected even if no models are off sick.

A hero or henchman group will only contract swine flu once in a campaign before they develop immunity. Make a note on the roster (beware ‘recycling’ models and names – if a hero or henchman group is completely replaced it will of course be liable to contract swine flu again).

AND speaking of Piggies, how do you like these little Porkers from Wyrd?



Cool, huh?!

Very! I'll tell Phil about them at lunchtime when I go over to the Mill to catch Swine flu!

17th August, the year nine.
The Cod and Cutlass Inn, Vercuso.

Hog and Bothered

The Catering Corp attacked the Cod and Cutlass inn while they were counting their loot. The Ogresuns defended aggressively and held off the half-sized halfwits.

“What’s that one?” said Barnacle Nog as he held up a small silver coin for Hogbreff Wyrdtoof the Shaman to examine.
“Um.. I think it’s a Khemrian sheckle.” said the Shaman dismissively.
“Oh.” said Nog and he bit the suspect coin experimentally. It seemed to pass muster and he threw it onto a pile of other random silver coins.





The Ogresuns were huddled together around a sea-chest, each grabbing a handful of gold and silver coins and industriously sorting them into piles of similar weight and type. The tallow candle flickered and went out and for the first time they realised it was well past dawn. Wyrdtoof yawned and stretched and rubbed his head. As the crew’s navigator and Shaman (and mainly because he could get past fifteen) it fell to him to do most of the actual counting and his head was sore.

“We should get this lot aboard before one o’ the other bands gets wind of it.” he said. The others nodded but didn’t seem willing to stop pawing through the glittering heap. Unlike normal Orcs they were obsessed with treasure – gold particularly – they could barely contain their avarice.



The Starboard watch stood guard in the upper story of the inn and the pie shop, crossbows at the ready but they mostly watched the division of the booty. The first they knew of the Halfling attack was when Throg was hit in the arm but a brightly painted arrow.

“What the duce?” said Dubloon Dreg as he gawped at his ship-mate for a few seconds. Then he gathered his wits and looked around. Two cheeky pink faces peered out from the top floor of the building opposite the pie shop. “On deck there: Halflings ahoy!” he yelled.





“Hide the loot!” cried Barnacle Nog and he scooped the carefully piled coins back into the chest higgledy-piggledy. Wyrdtoof groaned in dismay at the lost night’s work.









“You little gritz get up there and stop them a-shootin of us!” growled Kommodor Deffgit as arrows started raining down, particularly around him, from the top of the stone arches. The Kabin Grotz scampered away to find a ladder.

Blind Fug squinted down the bolt of his crossbow and squeezed the trigger: Gordo Rams-eye fell, clutching the bolt that was suddenly protruding from his chest. A few moments later, after some hurried re-drawing and reloading a second Halfling went down. Fug chuckled to himself and drew chalk tallies on his crossbow’s side.

Over in the pie shop’s attic Dubloon Dreg lost his temper with the diminutive assailants and ran roaring down the gang plank towards the grinning mugs of Bill and Ted. The Halflings laughed as they knew the Orc would not be able to reach their lofty perch, but Dreg had other plans: he turned and sprinted back along the gang plank then with a roar he leapt across the 30 foot gap between buildings to the house across the alley. Faygin Bolger, the Halfling thief who was hiding in that ruin was shocked to the core to see nearly 200 pounds of Orc Pirate sailing through the air towards him. He was less surprised to see the pirate disappear from view and plummet to the cobbles bellow!



The Kabin Grotz got halfway up the long walkway to the Catering Corp’s position when Bob, The Butcher of Dumplington, came waddling down to meet them. The Halfling Chef sent Stormy Trug tumbling off the walkway with a girly screem and Dirty Morgun followed when one of the Chef’s chums hit him with an arrow.







The pigs came squealing and snorting into the Cod and Cutlass and knocked poor Wyrdtoof off his feet. The porcine invaders mercilessly mauled the Shaman before the rest of the Ogresuns fell upon them with murderous intent and slaughtered three quarters of them.



“Take that an smoke it ye little zoggers!” called Deffgit and waved his boarding axe at the distant Halflings in jubilant celebration. Their assault was broken and they were falling back carrying the limp bodies of three or four of their mates.

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The Ogresuns

Boss: Kommodore Deffgit, BS4. 2x Club INFECTED
Shaman: Wrydtoof Hogbreff, Led'z Go! (9+), I3. Club INFECTED
Big'Un: Barnacle Nog, Pit Fighter, Mighty Blow. 2x Club
Big'Un: Salty Oggbad, Pit Fighter. 2x Club
4 Orc Boyz: The Starboard Watch - Throg, Blind Fug, Dubloon Dreg and Floggin Morr, BS4. 2x Club, Crossbow
3 Orc Boyz: The Larboard Watch - Bad Hook and Briney Duff and Scupper Lug, WS4. 2x Club, Crossbow
3 Goblins: The Kabin Grotz - Dirty Morrgun, Dread Pirate RogUrtz and Stormy Trug INFECTED, S4. Club

Treasury: 4gc and 1 Wyrdstone
WBR: 177

HOORAY! The Green Lads ARE VICTORIOUS for a change! WELL DONE, Yer Adm'rulship!

Take dat ya zoggin' furryfoots!
Ya rolled a couple of nasty 1s dere at da end Boss. Best o' luck wit da next game!

'Ware da piggy flu.

The fun bit is that the Ogresuns can now infect the next warband I play against!
AAAAAAAHH-CHHOOOO! (yuck!)


Those pigs are great Alan - I have told Phil to come look.

WarbossKurgan wrote:

The fun bit is that the Ogresuns can now infect the next warband I play against!
AAAAAAAHH-CHHOOOO! (yuck!)


Those pigs are great Alan - I have told Phil to come look.

COOL! The Folks at Wyrd are VERY nice to deal with AND they offer a flat International postage rate.

@zelophahad--Try it with the Darkness rules!