To Flood A Land: AoS AAR.

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The inside of the helmet was damp as the padding absorbed more and more sweat from the head inside it.  The being wearing the armour wished he could say that it was the heat that was causing his perspiration but it was not.

His arms ached now as he brought his axe up and down smashing into the armour of fanatical worshipers of Khorne.  The Blood God's supplicants were not careful of their lives and already a half dozen armoured warriors lay dead or insensate at the feet of Lord -Castellant Jeriah Garroche.

He was aware that the fighting atop the causeway was not limited to his Stormcast band and the Bloodbound. 



The stench of burned Orruk flesh indicated that the Greenskins on his left flank were still engaged fully with the weird daemons of Tzeentch that had appeared so suddenly on the beach.

Suddenly though there were no more Blood Warriors in reach.  They had drawn back away from the Stormcast.  Their weapons were still before them but they cast glances over their shoulders and some had turned to face the opposite direction.

A Prosecutor shouted down to Garrouche. 



"Ogors.  An entire army of them."

"The Lord Cellestant had told me they were coming," Garrouche yelled in response.

The slaughter priest opposite him shouted out to his men, "What are they doing?"

In response one of the riders of the massive Juggernauts, that had just been fighting with the Stormcast and were only now barely held back with their steaming breath, said "They are trying to tear apart the causeway."

"He is right," said the Prosecutor prime. 

The slaughter priest and Garroche turned and looked each other in the eye for a long minute.


Suddenly the fanatic of Khorne turned his back on the Stormcast and raised his blood-slicked cleaver in the air yelling "Blood for the Blood God," as he led his force and advanced towards the Ogor horde.

Garroche raised his axe and pointed it at the Giant. No words were spoken but the Prosecutors streaked ahead directly towards the massive creature in the Ogor's midst.



The rest of the Stormcast followed on the heels of the Bloodbound and Garroche saw that the Orruks and daemons were doing the same.  The Orruk Warlord passed a brief glance in his direction before digging his heels into his boar mount and charging forward.

The Ogors were not slow to match the speed of their enemy and the two lines slammed into each other and multiple points.



The Skullcrushers saw the Ogor tyrant and with the pounding of metal hooves they charged into the monster, the collision of the two forces making a sickening sound and the spray of blood from the Tyrant and the grinding sounds of his weapons smashing metal apart could be seen and heard the length of the battlefield.



The Blood Warriors sensed the magical abilities of the Butcher and charged into him even as he was ramming remnants of some creature down his gullet to cast a spell. 

They hacked at the massive mountain of flesh before them, cutting chunks of flesh from the Ogor and he sank to his knees before them. 

Before they could finish him off a tidal wave of Ogor bulls plowed into their ranks, followed soon after by a trio of Maneaters and soon the Bloodbound warriors were smashed aside and pushed away from the magic wielding Ogor, who continued to practice his gastronmantic arts, little rivulets of energy moving about his body and stitching his wounds back together the while.





The Tyrant fell to the charge of the Skullcrushers but not before he took one with him and caused another to flee before his might.

A mass of gnoblars swarmed over the remaining Skullcrusher and though they were not mighty their numbers told and the favoured of Khorne fell from his saddle, bled dry by a hundred little cuts.  The small creatures had taken advantage of the areas where his armour had been smashed away by the Ogor tyrant.

Garrouche paid not attention to this.  He and his liberators were in a life and death struggle with mounted Ogor warriors.  They were being slowly forced back by the massive beasts when the Orruks hit the Ogor cavarly in the flank diverting their attention.

Many Orruks fell but eventually so too did one of the Ogors.

After that the Orruks fell back out of the combat to go chasing after the Giant who had made short work of the Prosecutors and some of the Tzeentch Daemons.


The giant turned this way and that with enemies all about him.  The Iron Guts fell before the assault of the Orruk Warlord and the giant was completely surrounded by enemies as the Orruks closed in with their former daemon foes.



Wreathed in magical flame and slashed and hacked at by orruk blades, the giant fell, crushing two orruks as he did so.



Seeing their opportunity to get to grips with the enemy fading quickly as groups of the Ogors fell before the massive onslaught of the allies, the Black Orruks charged into the numerous gnoblars.



They made quick work of their diminutive cousins and soon the last of the Ogors who stood any chance of destroying the causeway fell under the magical fire of the Tzeentch daemons.

Garroche felled the monstrous cavalry before him and with his muscles screaming at him he leaped atop the still wheezing beast to survey the battlefield.

His left flank was aglow with aetheric fire and as he looked back he saw less than a handful of his warriors remained, those that had been in combat with him.

No more Bloodbound remained on the battlefield and the Ogors to his right had formed up a new battleline.

Seeing that the Orruks and daemons were victorious on the left Garrouche decided to pull his remaining forces back from the battle and see what the last of the Ogors might do.

With the danger to the causeway ended the Orruks resumed their battle with the forces of Tzeentch and the Ogors joined in the general melee. 

On his long march home the eldritch flame could be seen in the distance as night fell over the Stormcast warriors.