Okay guys, big improvements in the number of Battle Reports being written, good work. However, still so very few compared to the number of games being played. Seven tables, two sessions, there should be at least 14 Battle Reports coming in Anyway, onto the written ones

Barry Cavanagh (Dwarves) beat Peter Colson (the all-conquering Gobbos)

Perhaps it was folly saying what he did, but what has passed has passed. The
years seem to press down on his shoulders then before but that is perhaps
just the mood he was in. He remembered sharply his Father's words as the
rang across the hall, saying that he was too young and what would one so
brash and hot-headed like himself know. In some ways his Father was right
and Batik Jorgensen regretted what he said, intoning that the old ways were
forgotten by the elders, that they no longer followed Grugni's advise of
trusting in stone in iron, but instead now looked for gold and jewels.
And now he was outcast, no longer a Jorgensen Rumson, but a plain
Jorgensen, a few 100 dwarfs believing as he and following his path as well.
Batik looked up from his sombre mood to the horizon ahead, there somewhere
was the tower of Alaric the Mad. A legend perhaps but one that gave him
purpose, for he would find this tower and claim it as his home, a place for
new beginnings and to follow the true paths.
It was then that he saw the dust clouds, rising before the keep, his
previous home. It was the Fat Gobbo boss that had haunted this area and
seems intent on attacking the fortress again. It seemed that the gods had
other quests for him to do, for this was a much hated goblin and horde, and
the walls of the fortress would not help him now. He sighed in melancholy
for the actions done and moved his force resolutely forward.

It was Okubar that led the force with a few the hammerers resolute in the
face of this pitiful gobbo force, why was it not a few hundred years ago
that the gobbos were fiercer and hardier? And so it was that Okubar
Tairmason took only a small force with which to face this force while Batik
organised the rest of the warriors that were to travel. Okubar took only
what was necessary, but it was the insistence of Arabist that he allowed the
rash dwarf and his comrade to fly the gyrocopters. They had many for such a
small force, but it was the engineers who seemed to back Batik the most. Oh
well it made no difference, grudges would be wiped today and the enemy
scattered, and Okubar would join Batik later over the campfire to appease
his friends sadness.

Arabist  felt the wind whip about him as he flew within the gyrocopter, his
heart pounding and adrenalin pumping he surveyed the battle from above. The
battle was going well as the bolt throwers they had brought ripped through
the rank of the enemy, and thunderers and crossbowmen's shooting seemed
impeccable as the gobos fell before them. Arabist  righted the gyro as he
was struck by what looked to be green lightning from one the darkly robed
figures, but as Arabist  looked the gobos head exploded sending shockwaves
across the battlefield. Shame, he thought, he scratched me gyro, I would
have liked to see it fry in the steam guns fire. It was then that Arabist 
saw them.

Batik watched from a distant hill. He watched as he saw the gyrocopter land
near what must be the night goblins. He saw his life long friend Arabist get
out and what seemed to be wave at the accursed gobbos. What was he doing? It
was then that Batik saw the sacrifice his friend was making as fanatics
surged forward from the masses, straight for his friend, "NOOO!" he
screamed, running knowing he would never make it in time.

Okubar fought for his life. Who would have thought the wretched gobbo was
that good in combat, riding a top his wolf pulled chariot.. If it was not
for the shade of the accursed creatures skin he would have mistaken the
touch of Dwarf in it. Okubar ducked under the swing of the massive tree
branch as the giant towering above swung in one massive arm. It had already
killed Grimnil, picking him up and squishing him in it's meaty palm, it was
a fate that Okubar did not wish to follow. There were but a few Hammerers
left and he hoped they had held up the gobbo advance sufficiently.
He smashed the head of another goblin as he advanced towards what must be
leader as well. But the scared goblin ran and hid behind his followers and
Okubar screamed his frustration, killing another goblin in the process.
It was then that Okubar noticed he was all that was left. His comrades
slaughtered and killed, lying scattered and broken around him. By instinct
he looked up into the features of the giant, it's hand reaching for him,
reaching to grab, reaching to squash him. He turned and fled in blind panic,
he must tell Batik, he must warn his friend of the danger, and the hot
breath of the fat goblins wolves breathed down his neck, and it's mocking
laughter gaining on him.

Batik cried again for his friend's and followers he had lost. The gobo's
chariot was destroyed by a bolt from the bolt throwers, but it was too
little too late. Batik cradled Okubar's head as he slipped into the realm of
the dead. With the seeming loss of their leader and his chariot the gobbo
horde lost, but it had costs the dwarfs dearly, it had cost Batik dearly for
he had lost two friends in the battle, Arabist , to the foul fanatics and
Okubar to the fat gobbo himself. They had not travelled a day yet and he was
already losing comrades, was his father right? Was he rash and hot headed
and was it this that would kill him and all his friends? Batik lifted a
heavy tome from his side and as tears stained the pages he wrote his
grudges.

Barry Cavanagh (Dwarfs) vs. Jaymesh (Chaos)

Batik's force had increased. As he travelled across the mountains, it seemed
his reputation preceded  him and warriors flocked not only to his cause but
to him as well, for his leadership and combat skills. Since the battle
outside he father's fortress of Karak Drall, he had led his forces
personally, never letting his warriors down and never expending them
aimlessly.
His vengeance was great as he sought the fat goblin lord and his horde, but
to no avail, he could not find them, perhaps the bolt thrower had killed
him. But now it was not only goblin and orcs he fought as he travelled.
Chaos war bands, empire militia and even some of the accursed dark brethren
he had fought and yet still his goal seemed no closer, the Tower of Alaric
the mad.
It was a cloudy day when score of elders approached his army, their faces
dour and disapproving, they told of a warrior clad in the sigils of
slaanesh, attacking the nearby hold. His thoughts were pensive at first, as
this was not who he looked for, it was but another chaos lord, it was not
until the long bearded dwarfs advised that if they were but equipped
properly they could hold off the enemy. They sounded and reminded Batik of
his father and he made his decision.

Batik had chosen this filed purposely as the hill they held would be supreme
for the war machines they would bring to bear on the chaos warriors. He had
chosen to accompany the fore guard as a few of the machines were being
set-up, when the air changed around him, and he turned as did all his
warriors assembled towards the warriors massing before them.

The abomination fell in separate pieces as Batik cleaved it in two with his
axe, he felt more alive, as he felt the closeness of his companions, the
sunlight shining over well, crafted armour and weapons as the enemy charged
forward. Batik felt the dwarf lines hold the charge and begin the fight
back, but it was the dour old dwarfs that worried him. They looked like the
elders and continuously grumbled about something. They had not insisted they
attend the fore guard they had just come, and Batik was worried they were
the weakest link. He killed a barbarian and dispatched another with a back
swing of his axe. Panic flushed across the features of his foes and they
felt death embrace them, many screaming out to Slaanesh in their pleasure.
He hoped the war machines held up as he cut into another warrior. It was
then that they faced. A shining knight on a dancing white charger tore
towards them, both rider and horse covered in chaotic symbols, the lord
approached.

Batik stepped forward as his companions stepped back, knowing that they were
no match for this  charging behemoth and that Batik alone had the means to
defeat him. Batik glanced towards the hill and saw the slaughtered crew of
the war machines and his anger grew at his own folly of moving forward. If
he had held his ground would the crew still be there now? If he had...
But the thought was gone as he parried a blow the chaos warriors sword, as
it screamed towards his head, crying for his blood. Sword and axe clashed
and lightning played across both weapons and armour of Batik and his foe.
The rest of the army watched as both these warriors battled for supremacy.
Batik ducked a swing from the warrior and cleaved his axe into the side of
the daemonic beast he rode. It shuddered in what seemed to be pleasure, and
fell to the ground, the warrior thrown to ground in an ungainly heap. Batik
leaped to the warriors body and delivered the killing blow.

Batik stood above the figure as the chaos horde  ran for their lives, all
thoughts of the enemy forgotten. The leader of the dour long beards strode
over to Batik. It seemed they had held their position," not bad boy, but in
my days we had real chaos warriors not like this wanna be you have here, but
not a job too badly done," as he clapped his hand on Batik's back and walked
off.

Batik did not know if that was an insult or a compliment, but had no time to
dwell on it as the chaos warriors head rolled to face him. It was gripped in
a visage of beauty and horror as whatever demon wrestled with the claim of
death. The eyes glowed red and focused on the Batik, " Kel docj Mao Kol
anamas, tel kutin!" it rasped in an ancient tongue. Batik was shocked as the
words echoed in his brain in clear Dwarfish. The eyes glowed red briefly
more and then faded, and the head and body collapsed in on itself decaying
within seconds, but Batik was lost in his thoughts as the words echoed
through his head...."The tower is ours, Saviour of the ways!"

Damien (High Elves) beat Will (Wood Elves)

Well, Will thought he would go a little different for his army composition
this time, thinking that he was going to fight my shambling hordes of
rotting meat and bone, also known as my 'loveable' Vampire Counts army.
Taking an archmage and trying to bid for some kind of magical protection.
Which did work for a little while, my two High Mages  pretty much going to
town on them for some odd reason, vapourising his Glade Guard with scented
white magical flames (of the pheonix)...at least they died smelling good.
Which is more than what can be said after my Spearelves had an inevitable
run-in with a treeman...so..so...ugly... My White Lions fared better,
beating up some Dryads, breaking some individual characters (they need 9's
to pass the panic tests and somehow will rolled 10's or something of the
sort, twice) and basically looked meancing wih those big two handed
axes....or halberds....damned proxys.

The shooting side of things..well...I did surprisingly better than the Wood
Elves, with a lot less missle weapon armed troops. Although my one regret is
killing the great eagle one of his mages was riding on (especially after
that giving the animals a break rant in last months newsletter, but I was
aiming for the Mage riding the eagle, honest!!!) plus many other random elf
shaped targets, and the treeman before he started teeing off on my Spear
Elves....and thoughout the whole thing I was only firing four bolts from
each of my bolt throwers....I REALLY need to remember they can shoot six
times each...six times....

Damien (High Elves) beat Anthony (Lizardmen)

Just a note to begin with, I noticed Peters battle report last month he said
his Gobbo's were undefeatable. I beg to differ with that statement...twice.
My High Elves on the other hand are undefeated 5-0, Ant's Lizardmen being #5
on that list, but in saying that I just know the next time I take them out
to do battle thier going to get royally thumped, because I more likely than
anything have jynxed myself. Bugger.

Highlights of this game (yes I am actually moving onto the game now, amazing
isn't it?) would be things like my valiant Spearelves actually killing the
Stegadon, after it charged my Spearelves. My White Lions making it into
combat and absolutely romping the one skink strong unit infront of them on
thier way to one of the Saurus units. The Lizardmen casting the Comet of
Incredible owiness which smacked into my White Lions, killing only one of
them. And watching my Silver Helms (w/ commander) get royally thumped and
smashed and eaten by some Kroxigor and Saurus. And watching the slowest
Skinks in the game who panic, flee three inches, fail to rally and flee
another four. And you know..I dont think I managed to knock over one of
thier magic users, not the slaan and not any of the skink shamen...
err...more like dispel scroll caddies....seriously people, the amount of
dispel scrolls the Lizardmen had were EVIL they must have been stocking up
on them at the magic item imporium, the same place where one could get as
many mass produced crowns of command as he desired back in the last
edition...must have been a sale on....