The story you ask? Well, there is this unbearably handsome do-gooder hero who really deserved a lesson or so my orks decided:
The battlefield. A couple of baseplates and some medieval ruins.
The good guys. Their hero is mounted.
My orks. The one with the bat helmet is the hero.
Taking positions.
Yours truly taking some notes.
A view towards my forces.
Orks advancing.
There was only movement in the first two turns.
My hero appears behind enemy lines!
The following exchange of blows causes the first casualities.
Good hero and pals kill some orks on the other side.
Brooding on what to do next...
Things did not look well on my right flank.
At least my hero was on a killing spree finishing off more Robin Hood look-a-likes.
One of the few sharp pics we took
The orkish assassing cunningly climbed the ruins.
While their hero killed everyting off downstairs.
Eventually the good hero was unhorsed.
His horse ran off to eat some flowers!
The heroes getting closer to each other.
The good guy has the nerves to summon an earthquake somehow!
One assassin survives while the heroes remain locked in mortal combat.
In the end, evil emerges victorious!
Overwatch of most of the bloodshed.
Fin.
