Orctober Waaagh vs Chubbs' Halloween Army
Grom the Paunch rallies an orc army to take on Chubbawubba the Ancient Necromancer, whom they refer to as 'Chubbs'. The necromancer is over a thousand years old and his flesh has long since perished, leaving him all but bones in robes, held together by dark magic and force of will. Tales of his mastery of terror and adeptness at raising the dead are legendary, but then again, tales of the girth of Grom are also legendary.
The two armies face each other in a narrow forest pass of quickly made terrain using old bits of a salvaged Christmas tree and some artificial lawn with a smattering of ancient green moss.
Chubbawubba was often knocked down, but he always got up again... for years after everyone thought they had heard the last of him. This time he raises a giant from the dead and orders it to hoist his throne on high so that he may survey the entire battlefield. Chubbs brings another necromancer, two units of undead cavalry, two wights on nightmares, three spirit hosts, a banshee, two units of dire wolves each led by a doom wolf, three undead rat swarms, vampire bats, a unit of skeletons armed with swords and shields and a unit of skeletons armed with spears and shields flying the screaming souls banner.
The Halloween Army dashes forward with the vampire bats landing behind the trees for cover. The rats and wolves race forward eager to consume greenskin flesh. One of the wraith knights chrages directly through the trees, assisted by Danse Macabre.
The orc army falls instantly into disarray, with in-fighting happening all across every rank and every unit, even the black orcs take off their helmets to bash eachother with them in arguments about who killed the most 'dead fings' last time and who was a 'scaredy squig'.
The trolls take a few steps forwards and then spend the rest of the battle sitting down in a circle playing a game of who can pick out the biggest booger from their nose and flick it in the air.
The rocklobber and the bone giant exchange boulders, mostly missing until the lobba takes out the entire skeleton cavalry on the eastern side, even though the other wraith and ethereal spirit host were hit, they pass through the rock without any harm, much to the shock of the goblin crew.
Directly after, the bone giant tosses a rock into the back of one of the chariots, killing the weaponboy and smashing the back of the chariot, lifting the boars temporarily off the ground. The steererboy briefly looks back to see the limbs of his companion barely sticking out from under the stone, before turning back and losing his head to the wraith knight.
On the other side of the orc line, two of the chariots split and veer to the left. The Orc Shaman sneakily rides through the forest and the giant moves up using the trees as cover.
The chariots quickly encounter a charge from rats, wolves and bats simultaneously. Panicked, the boars crash into eachother, squealing in terror and riders get thrown the the ground, desperately failing around with their choppas, only to get ripped apart by tooth, talon and claw.
The vampire bats descend upon the Shaman, bloodied and screaming, one slashing into the orc's shoulder with razor sharp talons, only to have it's belly sliced open by the razor tusks of the ironback boar. Summoning the power of Gork, the Shaman's eyes spark with growing green magic plasma and casts Brainbursta, causing the heads of all four remaining bats to explode with bits of foetid brain and skull flying everywhere. "Dat'll Halloween yas!"
Continuing on through the remains of the chariot, the wraith charges into Grom, damaging the chariot and slicing into Grom's enormous belly, which regenerated instantly. Grom swings his Axe and the wraith is banished from the physical plane in a cloud of shadowy wisps.
With no time to get the chariot back in action, Grom is swarmed by the direwolves on both sides an the fray becomes one of living and dead wolves furiously snapping and growling, Grom relentlesly swining his great axe amongst the stench of blood and decay. Even one of the spirit hosts joins in, only to be instantly evaporated by a swift blow from Grom's axe.
The rat swarm swells over into the arrer boys and into Grom's chariot, biting and scurrying all over the archers as the desperately try to stomp and chop them. One rat jumps into the face of one of the archers, biting his nose. "I got 'im!" yells his comerade, only to have a choppa miss the rat and go right through his head. "Oops... um, da rat did it. It wasn't me."
The Shaman moves out to assist with the rats, but is intercepted by the remaining wraith knight. Expertly wheeling around his tusker, the shaman dodges the attacks of the knight and lands a blow from his skull stuff, smashing the wraith back into the aether in a cloud of shadowy wisps.
Turning to the rats he glares at them, his eyes turning bright green and full of magic. A green firey missile shoot into the the last of the rats, blowing them asunder.
Grunting with satisfaction, the shaman turns his head back toward the undead lines and the smirk suddenly drops from his face. Floating and wild-eyed, the transparent form of the Banshee rushes toward him, issuing an unholy shriek that bursts his eardrums and chills his organs. The shaman falls from the ironback, dead, his eyes turning milky white.
The archers, severely depleted in number and seeing the spirit host and banshee before them, seek shelter in the forest, only to be pursued by the ghosts. Freddy the giant, drunk as he may have been, decides that this is not the kind of fight he signed up for and backs away warily wondering if the skeletal giant was once one of his relatives and then runs home.
Whipping the rock lobba goblin crew into action, the orc bully realises the threat of the cavalry coming for Grom as the last of the direwolves drops to the forest floor. Carefully aiming, the launch the biggest boulder they have. Unfortunaley, due to the extra wieght of the stone, it misses the undead riders andinstead destroys a group of trees beside them.
The banshee turns upon Grom and with an ear-splitting scream, causes the Great Paunch to hold his head in pain, blood leaking from both his ears.
Escaping the flying boulder, the skeletal cavalry charge Grom's chariot and although many bones shatter, the chariot breaks apart, the wolves being flung through the air and Grom being thrown to the ground, injured and too fat to get up. Niblit curses from somewhere underneath Grom's massive form.
The arrerboyz of the Evil Suns, having spent most of the battle fighting, stumbling foward, running into hedges and being run into by the squabbling 'Eadhunters, eyes wide in disbelief at Grom's defeat, now run for the hills and off the battlefield. This of course causes the Skullsplittas to panic and also run, taking the shaman with them, leaving the ethereals to chase thm off.
From the high vantage point of his throne, held aloft by the skeletal giant, Chubbs laughs maniacly at the pathetic resistance of the orc war party and their crushing defeat and commands the skeletons to dance for his amusement on All Hallows Eve.
