A few shots from a game of Warmaster, played with 25mm troops.
There was 2000 points of troops per side, using the Confederation of Sigmar
scenario from the Warmaster rulebook, but substituting elves for the Empire
The result was a loss for the Orcs, their General falling to the last
unit of Elves remaining on the table. A little more familiarity with the
rules would have probably bought the Orcs victory as they had virtually
annihilated the Elves, while the Goblins had kept the Dwarfs busy slaughtering
them at the other side of the field.
We'd probably give the Orcs more heroes and slightly less points overall
in a rematch.
The Boys are waiting to bash heads, two units of Black Orcs (Citadel
Black Orcs and Marauder Orc Regiment) and two of Boyz (Chronicle
The wolf chariots look a bit like pumpwagons and the giant has to
remember to attack sideways, but... they've got the High Elf archers
nervously waiting. What you thought that City Elves have room to practice
archery? Only the country elves do.
Swarming through the ruins the goblins (read cannon fodder) are
encouraged (read terrified) by the Trolls lurking behind them. Ever
seen a Troll lurk? It's frightening. The orcs line moves forward,
but for some reason only one unit of boars makes it into the elf
line, and them hits two units at once. The other unit was chasing
Effective terrain this Mordheim stuff isn't it? The chariots crash
into the waiting dwarf line, did I mention the Standard gives them
a 3+ save?
Ogres trying to sneak down the dwarf flank, they met a bunch of
slayers going the other way. What do you mean that Trolls and Ogres
aren't monsters! The Black Orcs and Boar Boyz advancing.
The distracted unit of Boar Boys chasing off the Reiver Knights, disguised
as Glade Riders. They pursued tham right into the grasp of a unit
of Silver Helms, whoops. Goblins surging forward, sorry standing around.
The Orc General encouraghes his Boyz by his presence (and his big
hitting stick). The Giant continues to shamble around.
Enough to make any Orc lasses head swim, a brigade
of the meanest Greenskins around. Shame that they were so easily distracted.