Result: Major Victory
for Ogor Mawtribes
Summary
The fires of Ashenhold belched smoke into the air surrounding the city, choking the battlements and offering a haze over the besieging forces of Destruction. Lord Voltarius strode the battlements with the Daemon Prince Haz’Lan’Tuelmik surveying the Orruks, Grots and Ogors who made their camp just out of range of the infernal spellcasters which maintained watch. As they discussed the plan if a breach is attempted, they heard dozens of dull pops in the distance, turning to see a wall of iron balls thrown out by a battery of Ogor Ironblasters now visible as the cloud obscuring them drifted off. The Voltarius hissed and threw himself from the walls and the Daemon lifted up just as the wall was obliterated.
As the defending Chaos defenders picked themselves from the rubble of the wall they heard a solitary, which was quickly joined, bellow of hunger-filled rage. The thunderous footprints of dozens if not hundreds of Ogors quickly followed and the first lumbering Glutton raced into view. The few defenders still at the breach were swiftly hacked to pieces by the Glutton vanguard and the Ironguts rushing in behind them filled the gap. At their front, the Tyrant Borg Ash-eater led his Ogors quickly from the breach smashing the forces of Chaos each time they tried to rally and form a defensive block. The Ogors rushed onwards to the central furnace district of the city where the fires were used not just for smelting but to cook great quantities of meat to feed the Chaos Legions.
The smell of the future banquet gave the Ogors seemingly unnatural fury, having been living off scraps in the siege encampments for so many months this was their chance at fresh meat. Borg knew how to use this and could see behind the Chaos warriors that the Daemon Prince and Lord Voltarius were barking orders at the Chaos warriors trying to rally the city’s defenders. Thumping his Irongutz into some order Borg quickly organised a wall of Ogors to break through to the Chaotic leadership.
The Irongutz broke through the rapidly disintegrating defence of Ashenhold and charged towards Haz’Lan’Tuelmik. In the process, the fragile avian form of Lord Voltarius was crushed under boot. Though the Daemon fought with great trickery no number of tricks could overcome the repeated smashing and hacking of the Ogors weapons and eventually forced the creature back into the Realm of Chaos. With the daemon’s demise, the Ogors ransacked the centre of Ashenhold. All along the wall, the forces of Chaos saw that the city they thought to control was being overrun by the forces of Destruction. In as good order as possible, their commanders ordered the retreat and dozens, hundreds of Chaos warbands melted into the landscape of Aqshy. Ashenhold was now in the hands of the Ogors and would soon be infested with Orruks and Grots as it becomes a stronghold for Destruction in the realm of fire.
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