War Room: A Dark Conspiracy – Week 13 Field Report

WEEK 13 - Campaign Finale: The Jade Staff is Lost to Naggaroth

That is it. The last dice have rolled, the last standards have been counted, and the campaign ledger can finally be closed. Week 13 brought 181 more battles crashing into the record, enough blood, ash and bad handwriting to keep any map-room scribe busy until winter.

When the smoke cleared, one banner still flew above the rest: the black banner of Naggaroth. The Dark Elves are the champions of the campaign. Congratulations to the Druchii generals, who fought their way through thirteen weeks of grudges, ambushes, night raids and outright slaughter to recover the Jade Staff.

Of course, anyone expecting the Dark Elves to hand a priceless artefact back to the temple-cities has not been paying attention. The Jade Staff was meant to be delivered to the servants of the Old Ones. Instead, the Druchii have claimed it for themselves. No solemn return. No honoured pact. Just cold smiles, black sails and a relic vanishing north towards Naggaroth.

The Lizardmen will not take long to understand the insult. When Lord Mazdamundi learns that the Staff has not been restored but stolen, the answer will not be a polite summons. It will be the slow, dreadful turning of an ancient will towards the Dark Elves. Skink messengers will run through temple avenues, spawning pools will stir, and somewhere in Lustria the heavens themselves will be consulted for war.

So let the Dread Lords enjoy their victory while they can. The Jade Staff is theirs, but so is the wrath that follows it. Now Naggaroth must choose where to hide the prize, which fortress will bear the honour, and on what bleak shore the Druchii will face the coming sea of claws and scales.

The Final Campaign Scoreboard

Here stands the final order of the war. Not a weekly form table, not a rumour from the front, but the finished campaign ranking after thirteen weeks of fighting.

• #1 - Dark Elves, Campaign Champions. Final record: 80/33/21; Week 13: +11/+8/+16 over 35 games.
• #2 - Skaven. Final record: 51/23/19; Week 13: +6/+6/+2 over 14 games.
• #3 - Hordes of Chaos. Final record: 63/18/28; Week 13: +8/+5/+8 over 21 games.
• #4 - Lizardmen. Final record: 44/22/21; Week 13: +6/+4/+2 over 12 games.
• #5 - Daemons. Final record: 49/15/30; Week 13: +2/+2/+9 over 13 games.
• #6 - Vampire Counts. Final record: 51/16/32; Week 13: +7/+5/+8 over 20 games.
• #7 - High Elves. Final record: 51/25/32; Week 13: +3/+2/+11 over 16 games.
• #8 - Tomb Kings. Final record: 65/41/36; Week 13: +6/+12/+11 over 29 games.
• #9 - Wood Elves. Final record: 39/20/27; Week 13: +6/+4/+6 over 16 games.
• #10 - Dwarfs. Final record: 59/27/43; Week 13: +7/+9/+8 over 24 games.
• #11 - Dogs of War. Final record: 32/12/46; Week 13: +4/+2/+1 over 7 games.
• #12 - Ogre Kingdoms. Final record: 34/32/36; Week 13: +2/+9/+8 over 19 games.
• #13 - Chaos Dwarfs. Final record: 34/14/54; Week 13: +2/+4/+11 over 17 games.
• #14 - Kislev. Final record: 21/13/45; Week 13: +2/+3/+7 over 12 games.
• #15 - Bretonnia. Final record: 49/19/87; Week 13: +4/+7/+15 over 26 games.
• #16 - Orcs & Goblins. Final record: 46/29/110; Week 13: +9/+8/+25 over 42 games.
• #17 - The Empire. Final record: 40/17/100; Week 13: +7/+2/+20 over 29 games.
• #18 - Beastmen. Final record: 25/22/66; Week 13: +3/+4/+9 over 16 games.

What the Final Week Leaves Behind

The Dark Elves did not win cleanly, and that is probably how they prefer it. They were not untouched, not beloved, and not always comfortable, but they were there at the end with the prize in hand. That is the sort of victory the Druchii understand.

Behind them, the Skaven finish close enough to make every sentry nervous, while the Hordes of Chaos complete the podium with the air of an army that has not so much lost as been temporarily pointed in the wrong direction. The Lizardmen finish fourth, which matters more now than it did when the first games were played. They are not the champions, but they are the offended party, and offended Lizardmen tend to arrive with dinosaurs.

There were other stories worth a cheer. Dogs of War posted the sharpest performance of the final week, Tomb Kings filled the ledgers with stubborn Nehekharan endurance, and the Dwarfs did what Dwarfs do best: survive, record the insult, and promise to make it expensive later.

Lower down the table, the campaign was less kind. Bretonnia, the Empire, Chaos Dwarfs and Beastmen all leave with more scars than songs. Still, no army that fought for thirteen weeks truly leaves empty-handed. There are grudges to settle, trophies to polish, and revenge lists long enough to start the next campaign before the ink is dry.

For the last time, here is the master ledger of the campaign’s final week.

II. Faction-Specific Tactical Engagements

• Agents of the Slann
• Beastmen
• Chaos Dwarfs
• Dark Elves
• Daemons
• Dogs of War
• Hordes of Chaos
• Lizardmen
• Ogre Kingdoms
• Orcs & Goblins
• Vampire Counts
• Defenders of the Relics
• Bretonnia
• Dwarfs
• The Empire
• High Elves
• Kislev
• Skaven
• Tomb Kings
• Wood Elves

II.I Agents of the Slann

Beastmen

• Global standing: #18 ↔ (stable).
• W13 performance: #13.
• W13 return: 16 games; +3/+4/+9.
• Record: 25/22/66 (+3/+4/+9).

The brayherds scraped blood from the week but could not escape the cellar. They mauled a few enemies, yes, yet the ledger still tells the same old tale of fury outrunning discipline.

Battles in Karak Norn Wargaming this week

• [6th Edition - Local] In the smoke and clamour of Breakthrough, Bray_Shaman_Dave’s Beastmen crossed blades with Waaagh_Silvan’s Orcs & Goblins in a 2,000-point army; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Local] In the smoke and clamour of Breakthrough, Bray_Shaman_Dave’s Beastmen clashed with Waaagh_Silvan’s Orcs & Goblins in a 2,000-point army; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [6th Edition - Local] As the horns sounded for Capture, Ghorgon_Eric’s Beastmen clashed with Grail_Seeker’s Bretonnia in a 500-point Border Patrol; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and when the killing was done the field belonged to them alone: Massacre.

• [6th Edition - Local] Under the demands of Pitched Battle, Ghorgon_Eric’s Beastmen clashed with Grimgor_Nick’s Orcs & Goblins in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Local] With the orders set for Meeting Engagement, Ghorgon_Eric’s Beastmen closed upon Tilean_Paymaster’s Dogs of War in a 2,000-point army; both forces crashed into contact before either could shape the perfect battleline, and when the rout broke it broke completely: Massacre.

Reports of battles across the world

• [6th Edition - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Pitched Battle, a brayherd drove into a Dawi-Zharr column in a 500-point Border Patrol; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Under the demands of Breakthrough, a brayherd crossed blades with an Imperial army in a 500-point Border Patrol; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] On a field shaped by Pitched Battle, a brayherd crossed blades with a greenskin horde in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of The Patrol, a brayherd crossed blades with a Bretonnian lance in a 750-point warband; at patrol scale, every casualty rang louder than a cannon-shot, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] On a field shaped by Breakthrough, a brayherd clashed with an Ogre warband in a 500-point Border Patrol; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Across ground marked for Capture the Centre, a brayherd crossed blades with an Ogre warband in a 500-point Border Patrol; the centre became a grinder of standards, shields and stubborn bodies, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] On a field shaped by Night Raid, a brayherd locked horns with a Bretonnian lance in a 500-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Pitched Battle, a brayherd crossed blades with an Imperial army in a 500-point Border Patrol; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Pitched Battle, a brayherd met a Kislevite rota in a 500-point Border Patrol; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Pitched Battle, a brayherd met an Ogre warband in a 500-point Border Patrol; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] On a field shaped by Pitched Battle, a brayherd closed upon a woodland warhost in a 500-point Border Patrol; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

The herdstone is loud with rage. The table is not yet impressed.

Chaos Dwarfs

• Global standing: #13 ↓ (from #12).
• W13 performance: #18.
• W13 return: 17 games; +2/+4/+11.
• Record: 34/14/54 (+2/+4/+11).

The furnaces sputtered under pressure. A few sparks of resistance showed, but the Dawi-Zharr were hammered by local massacres and distant defeats until the ash lay thick.

Battles in Karak Norn Wargaming this week

• [6th Edition - Local] Across ground marked for Night Raid, Hashut_Yannick’s Chaos Dwarfs fell upon ABadPainter’s Bretonnia in a 500-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Local] On a field shaped by Night Raid, Hashut_Yannick’s Chaos Dwarfs fell upon ABadPainter’s Bretonnia in a 500-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Local] Beneath the harsh call of Night Raid, Zharr_Naggrund_K’s Chaos Dwarfs crossed blades with Sotek_Awakens’s Lizardmen in a 500-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Local] On a field shaped by Night Raid, Zharr_Naggrund_K’s Chaos Dwarfs drove into Sotek_Awakens’s Lizardmen in a 500-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [The Old World - Local] On a field shaped by Pitched Battle, Zharr_Naggrund_K’s Chaos Dwarfs drove into Heldenhammer_ZH’s The Empire in a 500-point Border Patrol; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and when the rout broke it broke completely: Massacre.

• [The Old World - Local] In the smoke and clamour of Breakthrough, Hashut_Yannick’s Chaos Dwarfs met Waaagh_Silvan’s Orcs & Goblins in a 500-point Border Patrol; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and when the rout broke it broke completely: Massacre.

• [The Old World - Local] In the smoke and clamour of Breakthrough, Hashut_Yannick’s Chaos Dwarfs met Grimgor_Nick’s Orcs & Goblins in a 500-point Border Patrol; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and when the rout broke it broke completely: Massacre.

• [6th Edition - Local] In the smoke and clamour of Pitched Battle, Zharr_Naggrund_K’s Chaos Dwarfs met Waaagh_Silvan’s Orcs & Goblins in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and when the rout broke it broke completely: Massacre.

• [The Old World - Local] With the orders set for Breakthrough, Zharr_Naggrund_K’s Chaos Dwarfs locked horns with Grimgor_Nick’s Orcs & Goblins in a 3,000-point grand host; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and when the rout broke it broke completely: Massacre.

Reports of battles across the world

• [The Old World - Satellite] Across ground marked for Pitched Battle, a Dawi-Zharr column clashed with a greenskin horde in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Under the demands of Chosen Objective, a Dawi-Zharr column crossed blades with a midnight host in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [T9A - Satellite] On a field shaped by Last Stand, a Dawi-Zharr column clashed with a verminous host in a 2,000-point army; the doomed line made the enemy pay for every step, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Breakthrough, a Dawi-Zharr column advanced into an Imperial army in a 2,000-point army; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Pitched Battle, a Dawi-Zharr column closed upon a daemonic host in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [Random - Satellite] On a field shaped by Breakthrough, a Dawi-Zharr column advanced into a midnight host in a 2,000-point army; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Under the demands of Meeting Engagement, a Dawi-Zharr column fell upon a Bretonnian lance in a 3,000-point grand host; both forces crashed into contact before either could shape the perfect battleline, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Across ground marked for Pitched Battle, a Dawi-Zharr column drove into a brayherd in a 500-point Border Patrol; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

Hashut will want repayment, and soon.

Dark Elves

• Global standing: #1 ↔ (stable).
• W13 performance: #3.
• W13 return: 35 games; +11/+8/+16.
• Record: 80/33/21 (+11/+8/+16).

The Druchii do not merely remain on the throne; they close the campaign as its champions. Their blades flashed across dozens of distant fields, and when the final tally was read the Jade Staff was already being carried towards Naggaroth.

Battles in Karak Norn Wargaming this week

• [6th Edition - Local] On a field shaped by The Patrol, Druchii_Steff’s Dark Elves advanced into Bugmans_Father’s Dwarfs in a 1,000-point warband; at patrol scale, every casualty rang louder than a cannon-shot, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

Reports of battles across the world

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Under the demands of Capture, a Druchii raiding force drove into a greenskin horde in a 2,000-point army; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Breakthrough, a Druchii raiding force fell upon a northern warband in a 2,000-point army; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Breakthrough, a Druchii raiding force met a Dwarf throng in a 500-point Border Patrol; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Pitched Battle, a Druchii raiding force advanced into an Ogre warband in a 3,000-point grand host; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Across ground marked for Flank Attack, a Druchii raiding force closed upon a Dwarf throng in a 2,000-point army; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Capture, a Druchii raiding force fell upon a verminous host in a 3,000-point grand host; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] With the orders set for Capture the Centre, a Druchii raiding force crossed blades with a northern warband in a 500-point Border Patrol; the centre became a grinder of standards, shields and stubborn bodies, and when the killing was done the field belonged to them alone: Massacre.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Under the demands of Night Raid, a Druchii raiding force advanced into a glittering Asur host in a 500-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] With the orders set for Table Quarters, a Druchii raiding force locked horns with a woodland warhost in a 500-point Border Patrol; the field split into hard-won parcels, each one contested with stubborn malice, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [Random - Satellite] With the orders set for Chosen Objective, a Druchii raiding force advanced into a northern warband in a 250-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Breakthrough, a Druchii raiding force met a daemonic host in a 2,000-point army; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Capture the Centre, a Druchii raiding force locked horns with a northern warband in a 500-point Border Patrol; the centre became a grinder of standards, shields and stubborn bodies, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Chosen Objective, a Druchii raiding force advanced into a Bretonnian lance in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] With the orders set for Breakthrough, a Druchii raiding force locked horns with a glittering Asur host in a 2,000-point army; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [Random - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Pitched Battle, a Druchii raiding force drove into a greenskin horde in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] With the orders set for Exterminate, a Druchii raiding force clashed with a woodland warhost in a 500-point Border Patrol; mercy was never part of the order, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [T9A - Satellite] Under the demands of Chosen Objective, a Druchii raiding force clashed with a glittering Asur host in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Night Raid, a Druchii raiding force advanced into an Imperial army in a 500-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [T9A - Satellite] On a field shaped by Pitched Battle, a Druchii raiding force met an Imperial army in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Breakthrough, a Druchii raiding force drove into an Imperial army in a 500-point Border Patrol; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Pitched Battle, a Druchii raiding force drove into a greenskin horde in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Under the demands of Chosen Objective, a Druchii raiding force locked horns with an Imperial army in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] With the orders set for Night Raid, a Druchii raiding force fell upon a Dwarf throng in a 500-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Capture, a Druchii raiding force advanced into a glittering Asur host in a 2,000-point army; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Under the demands of Meeting Engagement, a Druchii raiding force locked horns with a daemonic host in a 2,000-point army; both forces crashed into contact before either could shape the perfect battleline, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Capture, a Druchii raiding force closed upon a daemonic host in a 2,000-point army; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Pitched Battle, a Druchii raiding force crossed blades with a Dwarf throng in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Capture the Centre, a Druchii raiding force clashed with a Dwarf throng in a 500-point Border Patrol; the centre became a grinder of standards, shields and stubborn bodies, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Chosen Objective, a Druchii raiding force locked horns with a Kislevite rota in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] On a field shaped by Exterminate, a Druchii raiding force crossed blades with a Bretonnian lance in a 500-point Border Patrol; mercy was never part of the order, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Exterminate, a Druchii raiding force advanced into a northern warband in a 500-point Border Patrol; mercy was never part of the order, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [T9A - Satellite] On a field shaped by Exterminate, a Druchii raiding force advanced into a Nehekharan host in a 500-point Border Patrol; mercy was never part of the order, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [T9A - Satellite] With the orders set for Meeting Engagement, a Druchii raiding force locked horns with a greenskin horde in a 1,000-point warband; both forces crashed into contact before either could shape the perfect battleline, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] On a field shaped by Flank Attack, a Druchii raiding force locked horns with a glittering Asur host in a 2,000-point army; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

The Jade Staff is in Druchii hands. The victory feasts may begin, but across the ocean the servants of the Old Ones will soon know they have been betrayed.

Daemons

• Global standing: #5 ↓ (from #4).
• W13 performance: #14.
• W13 return: 13 games; +2/+2/+9.
• Record: 49/15/30 (+2/+2/+9).

The daemonic tide looked strangely uneven this week: moments of utter terror, then sudden checks against the very armies it hoped to unmake. The veil is still thin, but not every rift opened cleanly.

Battles in Karak Norn Wargaming this week

• [6th Edition - Local] Under the demands of Capture, Be_lakor_CH’s Daemons closed upon Clan_Pestilens_Flo’s Skaven in a 2,000-point army; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Local] Across ground marked for Capture, Be_lakor_CH’s Daemons fell upon Clan_Pestilens_Flo’s Skaven in a 2,000-point army; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

Reports of battles across the world

• [The Old World - Satellite] With the orders set for Last Stand, a daemonic host clashed with a Nehekharan host in a 2,000-point army; the doomed line made the enemy pay for every step, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Pitched Battle, a daemonic host closed upon a Dawi-Zharr column in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Flank Attack, a daemonic host clashed with a greenskin horde in a 2,000-point army; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] With the orders set for Pitched Battle, a daemonic host crossed blades with a greenskin horde in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Chosen Objective, a daemonic host drove into a Dwarf throng in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Under the demands of Breakthrough, a daemonic host clashed with a Druchii raiding force in a 2,000-point army; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Under the demands of Breakthrough, a daemonic host locked horns with an Imperial army in a 500-point Border Patrol; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and when the killing was done the field belonged to them alone: Massacre.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Under the demands of Pitched Battle, a daemonic host drove into a Nehekharan host in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] On a field shaped by Pitched Battle, a daemonic host crossed blades with a verminous host in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] On a field shaped by Meeting Engagement, a daemonic host locked horns with a Druchii raiding force in a 2,000-point army; both forces crashed into contact before either could shape the perfect battleline, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Capture, a daemonic host closed upon a Druchii raiding force in a 2,000-point army; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

The Realm of Chaos remains high in the standings, but Week 13 proved the warp can bleed momentum.

Dogs of War

• Global standing: #11 ↔ (stable).
• W13 performance: #1.
• W13 return: 7 games; +4/+2/+1.
• Record: 32/12/46 (+4/+2/+1).

The mercenaries stole the week’s purse. Three savage local results and a stubborn line of lesser actions gave the Dogs of War the best weekly return in the campaign desk.

Battles in Karak Norn Wargaming this week

• [The Old World - Local] In the smoke and clamour of Meeting Engagement, Tilean_Paymaster’s Dogs of War clashed with Ghorgon_Eric’s Beastmen in a 2,000-point army; both forces crashed into contact before either could shape the perfect battleline, and when the killing was done the field belonged to them alone: Massacre.

• [6th Edition - Local] Under the demands of Pitched Battle, Luccini_Merchant’s Dogs of War closed upon Le_Duc_85’s Bretonnia in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and when the killing was done the field belonged to them alone: Massacre.

• [6th Edition - Local] Under the demands of Pitched Battle, Luccini_Merchant’s Dogs of War closed upon Le_Duc_85’s Bretonnia in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and when the killing was done the field belonged to them alone: Massacre.

• [6th Edition - Local] With the orders set for Chosen Objective, Tilean_Paymaster’s Dogs of War closed upon Tzar_Dom’s Kislev in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Local] Beneath the harsh call of Chosen Objective, Tilean_Paymaster’s Dogs of War locked horns with Tzar_Dom’s Kislev in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Local] With the orders set for Chosen Objective, Tilean_Paymaster’s Dogs of War closed upon Tzar_Dom’s Kislev in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

Reports of battles across the world

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Pitched Battle, a mercenary company clashed with a greenskin horde in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

A paymaster could retire on this week’s bragging rights, though no mercenary ever does.

Hordes of Chaos

• Global standing: #3 ↔ (stable).
• W13 performance: #5.
• W13 return: 21 games; +8/+5/+8.
• Record: 63/18/28 (+8/+5/+8).

The northern host kept its place among the great powers, though the week was more brawl than triumphal procession. The local altars drank well, while the satellite warfront became a storm of wins, draws and sudden reversals.

Battles in Karak Norn Wargaming this week

• [6th Edition - Local] With the orders set for Capture the Centre, Khorne_Mathias’s Hordes of Chaos crossed blades with Strigoi_Marco’s Vampire Counts in a 500-point Border Patrol; the centre became a grinder of standards, shields and stubborn bodies, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Local] With the orders set for Capture the Centre, Khorne_Mathias’s Hordes of Chaos crossed blades with Strigoi_Marco’s Vampire Counts in a 500-point Border Patrol; the centre became a grinder of standards, shields and stubborn bodies, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Local] With the orders set for Capture the Centre, Khorne_Mathias’s Hordes of Chaos crossed blades with Strigoi_Marco’s Vampire Counts in a 500-point Border Patrol; the centre became a grinder of standards, shields and stubborn bodies, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Local] In the smoke and clamour of Flank Attack, Everchosen_ZH’s Hordes of Chaos drove into Nehekhara_Pete’s Tomb Kings in a 2,000-point army; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

Reports of battles across the world

• [The Old World - Satellite] Across ground marked for Exterminate, a northern warband drove into a Druchii raiding force in a 500-point Border Patrol; mercy was never part of the order, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Table Quarters, a northern warband advanced into a temple-city cohort in a 500-point Border Patrol; the field split into hard-won parcels, each one contested with stubborn malice, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Meeting Engagement, a northern warband locked horns with a greenskin horde in a 500-point Border Patrol; both forces crashed into contact before either could shape the perfect battleline, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Under the demands of Pitched Battle, a northern warband closed upon an Ogre warband in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Across ground marked for Breakthrough, a northern warband locked horns with a Druchii raiding force in a 2,000-point army; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Capture the Centre, a northern warband advanced into a Druchii raiding force in a 500-point Border Patrol; the centre became a grinder of standards, shields and stubborn bodies, and when the rout broke it broke completely: Massacre.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Chosen Objective, a northern warband closed upon a greenskin horde in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [Random - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Chosen Objective, a northern warband met a Druchii raiding force in a 250-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] On a field shaped by Breakthrough, a northern warband locked horns with a Bretonnian lance in a 500-point Border Patrol; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Across ground marked for Flank Attack, a northern warband advanced into a Nehekharan host in a 1,000-point warband; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Capture the Centre, a northern warband fell upon a Druchii raiding force in a 500-point Border Patrol; the centre became a grinder of standards, shields and stubborn bodies, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [T9A - Satellite] Across ground marked for Chosen Objective, a northern warband fell upon a Dwarf throng in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Ambush, a northern warband drove into an Ogre warband in a 2,000-point army; confusion marked the first exchanges, with reserves and scouts suddenly fighting for their lives, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Pitched Battle, a northern warband closed upon a greenskin horde in a 4,000-point grand host; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [T9A - Satellite] Across ground marked for The Patrol, a northern warband clashed with a Dwarf throng in a 1,000-point warband; at patrol scale, every casualty rang louder than a cannon-shot, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [T9A - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Chosen Objective, a northern warband crossed blades with a greenskin horde in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Pitched Battle, a northern warband clashed with a verminous host in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

Chaos remains in the top three; the path to the crown is bloody, but still open.

Lizardmen

• Global standing: #4 ↑ (from #6).
• W13 performance: #2.
• W13 return: 12 games; +6/+4/+2.
• Record: 44/22/21 (+6/+4/+2).

The temple-cities surged upward with cold-blooded purpose. Local cohorts punished the woodland warhosts and held firm against the Dawi-Zharr, while distant scaled ranks kept grinding points from every theatre.

Battles in Karak Norn Wargaming this week

• [6th Edition - Local] On a field shaped by Capture, Tzunki_Tom’s Lizardmen drove into Orion_CH’s Wood Elves in a 2,000-point army; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Local] On a field shaped by Capture, Tzunki_Tom’s Lizardmen drove into Orion_CH’s Wood Elves in a 2,000-point army; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Local] With the orders set for Night Raid, Sotek_Awakens’s Lizardmen fell upon Zharr_Naggrund_K’s Chaos Dwarfs in a 500-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Local] As the horns sounded for Night Raid, Sotek_Awakens’s Lizardmen met Zharr_Naggrund_K’s Chaos Dwarfs in a 500-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

Reports of battles across the world

• [6th Edition - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Pitched Battle, a temple-city cohort drove into a Dwarf throng in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] On a field shaped by Flank Attack, a temple-city cohort crossed blades with a verminous host in a 2,000-point army; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Meeting Engagement, a temple-city cohort advanced into a verminous host in a 2,000-point army; both forces crashed into contact before either could shape the perfect battleline, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] With the orders set for Pitched Battle, a temple-city cohort drove into a greenskin horde in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Exterminate, a temple-city cohort locked horns with a Bretonnian lance in a 500-point Border Patrol; mercy was never part of the order, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] On a field shaped by Pitched Battle, a temple-city cohort fell upon a greenskin horde in a 4,000-point grand host; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Capture, a temple-city cohort drove into an Ogre warband in a 2,000-point army; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Table Quarters, a temple-city cohort drove into a northern warband in a 500-point Border Patrol; the field split into hard-won parcels, each one contested with stubborn malice, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

The Old Ones’ plan has advanced another step, whether the warm-bloods understand it or not.

Ogre Kingdoms

• Global standing: #12 ↑ (from #13).
• W13 performance: #12.
• W13 return: 19 games; +2/+9/+8.
• Record: 34/32/36 (+2/+9/+8).

The Maw’s children spent the week trading blows, meals and bruises. Their record was messy, but the gutlords took enough scalps to keep themselves moving upward.

Battles in Karak Norn Wargaming this week

• [The Old World - Local] Across ground marked for Night Raid, Tyrant_Urs’s Ogre Kingdoms met Queek_Swiss’s Skaven in a 250-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Local] With the orders set for Night Raid, Tyrant_Urs’s Ogre Kingdoms advanced into Queek_Swiss’s Skaven in a 250-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

Reports of battles across the world

• [The Old World - Satellite] Under the demands of Pitched Battle, an Ogre warband crossed blades with a northern warband in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Table Quarters, an Ogre warband clashed with a Dwarf throng in a 500-point Border Patrol; the field split into hard-won parcels, each one contested with stubborn malice, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Under the demands of Night Raid, an Ogre warband drove into a woodland warhost in a 500-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [T9A - Satellite] On a field shaped by Capture the Centre, an Ogre warband advanced into a midnight host in a 500-point Border Patrol; the centre became a grinder of standards, shields and stubborn bodies, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [T9A - Satellite] With the orders set for Night Raid, an Ogre warband met a Nehekharan host in a 500-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] On a field shaped by Capture the Centre, an Ogre warband closed upon a Nehekharan host in a 500-point Border Patrol; the centre became a grinder of standards, shields and stubborn bodies, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [T9A - Satellite] With the orders set for Pitched Battle, an Ogre warband advanced into a Nehekharan host in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Pitched Battle, an Ogre warband crossed blades with a glittering Asur host in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Ambush, an Ogre warband advanced into a northern warband in a 2,000-point army; confusion marked the first exchanges, with reserves and scouts suddenly fighting for their lives, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Capture, an Ogre warband met a temple-city cohort in a 2,000-point army; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Under the demands of Breakthrough, an Ogre warband advanced into a brayherd in a 500-point Border Patrol; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Across ground marked for Capture the Centre, an Ogre warband locked horns with a brayherd in a 500-point Border Patrol; the centre became a grinder of standards, shields and stubborn bodies, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Night Raid, an Ogre warband drove into a Nehekharan host in a 500-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Pitched Battle, an Ogre warband crossed blades with a brayherd in a 500-point Border Patrol; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Pitched Battle, an Ogre warband locked horns with a Druchii raiding force in a 3,000-point grand host; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [T9A - Satellite] With the orders set for Breakthrough, an Ogre warband fell upon a Kislevite rota in a 2,000-point army; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [8th Edition - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Chosen Objective, an Ogre warband drove into a midnight host in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

The Ogres remain inconsistent, but nobody enjoys being in their path.

Orcs & Goblins

• Global standing: #16 ↑ (from #17).
• W13 performance: #10.
• W13 return: 42 games; +9/+8/+25.
• Record: 46/29/110 (+9/+8/+25).

At last, the Waaagh! made real noise again. The greenskins are still buried low in the global table, but this week they dragged enemies into the mud and came out with enough wins to climb.

Battles in Karak Norn Wargaming this week

• [6th Edition - Local] As the horns sounded for Pitched Battle, Grimgor_Nick’s Orcs & Goblins closed upon Ghorgon_Eric’s Beastmen in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Local] Across ground marked for Capture, Waaagh_Silvan’s Orcs & Goblins met Grail_Seeker’s Bretonnia in a 500-point Border Patrol; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and when the killing was done the field belonged to them alone: Massacre.

• [The Old World - Local] Under the demands of Breakthrough, Waaagh_Silvan’s Orcs & Goblins drove into Hashut_Yannick’s Chaos Dwarfs in a 500-point Border Patrol; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and when the killing was done the field belonged to them alone: Massacre.

• [The Old World - Local] On a field shaped by Breakthrough, Grimgor_Nick’s Orcs & Goblins advanced into Hashut_Yannick’s Chaos Dwarfs in a 500-point Border Patrol; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and when the killing was done the field belonged to them alone: Massacre.

• [6th Edition - Local] Across ground marked for Pitched Battle, Waaagh_Silvan’s Orcs & Goblins clashed with Zharr_Naggrund_K’s Chaos Dwarfs in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and when the killing was done the field belonged to them alone: Massacre.

• [The Old World - Local] Under the demands of Breakthrough, Grimgor_Nick’s Orcs & Goblins met Zharr_Naggrund_K’s Chaos Dwarfs in a 3,000-point grand host; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and when the killing was done the field belonged to them alone: Massacre.

• [6th Edition - Local] Beneath the harsh call of Breakthrough, Waaagh_Silvan’s Orcs & Goblins closed upon Bray_Shaman_Dave’s Beastmen in a 2,000-point army; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [6th Edition - Local] In the smoke and clamour of Breakthrough, Waaagh_Silvan’s Orcs & Goblins clashed with Bray_Shaman_Dave’s Beastmen in a 2,000-point army; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

Reports of battles across the world

• [The Old World - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Flank Attack, a greenskin horde crossed blades with a woodland warhost in a 750-point warband; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Pitched Battle, a greenskin horde locked horns with a daemonic host in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Pitched Battle, a greenskin horde clashed with a brayherd in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Pitched Battle, a greenskin horde crossed blades with a Bretonnian lance in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Flank Attack, a greenskin horde drove into a midnight host in a 750-point warband; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] On a field shaped by Chosen Objective, a greenskin horde advanced into a northern warband in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] On a field shaped by Flank Attack, a greenskin horde drove into a Nehekharan host in a 2,000-point army; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Under the demands of Pitched Battle, a greenskin horde locked horns with a temple-city cohort in a 4,000-point grand host; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Breakthrough, a greenskin horde advanced into a glittering Asur host in a 2,000-point army; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Breakthrough, a greenskin horde fell upon an Imperial army in a 4,000-point grand host; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] With the orders set for Pitched Battle, a greenskin horde advanced into a northern warband in a 4,000-point grand host; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Night Raid, a greenskin horde locked horns with an Imperial army in a 500-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [T9A - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Pitched Battle, a greenskin horde crossed blades with a Bretonnian lance in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [T9A - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Meeting Engagement, a greenskin horde fell upon a Druchii raiding force in a 1,000-point warband; both forces crashed into contact before either could shape the perfect battleline, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] On a field shaped by Flank Attack, a greenskin horde fell upon an Imperial army in a 3,000-point grand host; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [T9A - Satellite] With the orders set for Chosen Objective, a greenskin horde crossed blades with a northern warband in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] With the orders set for Breakthrough, a greenskin horde locked horns with an Imperial army in a 2,000-point army; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Chosen Objective, a greenskin horde locked horns with a Nehekharan host in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Capture, a greenskin horde crossed blades with a Druchii raiding force in a 2,000-point army; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [8th Edition - Satellite] With the orders set for Exterminate, a greenskin horde clashed with a Dwarf throng in a 500-point Border Patrol; mercy was never part of the order, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] On a field shaped by Pitched Battle, a greenskin horde locked horns with a Dawi-Zharr column in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Across ground marked for Capture the Centre, a greenskin horde fell upon a Nehekharan host in a 500-point Border Patrol; the centre became a grinder of standards, shields and stubborn bodies, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [Random - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Pitched Battle, a greenskin horde closed upon a Druchii raiding force in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] On a field shaped by Flank Attack, a greenskin horde drove into a Dwarf throng in a 2,000-point army; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [8th Edition - Satellite] With the orders set for Flank Attack, a greenskin horde drove into a Bretonnian lance in a 750-point warband; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Pitched Battle, a greenskin horde closed upon a Druchii raiding force in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Capture, a greenskin horde clashed with a midnight host in a 2,000-point army; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Across ground marked for Pitched Battle, a greenskin horde locked horns with a mercenary company in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Across ground marked for Meeting Engagement, a greenskin horde advanced into a northern warband in a 500-point Border Patrol; both forces crashed into contact before either could shape the perfect battleline, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Pitched Battle, a greenskin horde fell upon a woodland warhost in a 500-point Border Patrol; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Across ground marked for Pitched Battle, a greenskin horde locked horns with a Dwarf throng in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Flank Attack, a greenskin horde closed upon a daemonic host in a 2,000-point army; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Pitched Battle, a greenskin horde locked horns with a temple-city cohort in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Across ground marked for Pitched Battle, a greenskin horde locked horns with a Dwarf throng in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

It is not pretty, but for the greenskins it is movement, and movement can become a Waaagh!

Vampire Counts

• Global standing: #6 ↑ (from #7).
• W13 performance: #6.
• W13 return: 20 games; +7/+5/+8.
• Record: 51/16/32 (+7/+5/+8).

The dead rose in numbers and moved with grim patience. Local victories over the Asur gave the necromancers a proud banner, even as Chaos struck hard at the campaign’s edge.

Battles in Karak Norn Wargaming this week

• [6th Edition - Local] Across ground marked for Pitched Battle, Bloodline_Adi’s Vampire Counts locked horns with Lothern_Pat’s High Elves in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Local] On a field shaped by Pitched Battle, Bloodline_Adi’s Vampire Counts crossed blades with Lothern_Pat’s High Elves in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [6th Edition - Local] In the smoke and clamour of Capture the Centre, Strigoi_Marco’s Vampire Counts met Khorne_Mathias’s Hordes of Chaos in a 500-point Border Patrol; the centre became a grinder of standards, shields and stubborn bodies, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Local] In the smoke and clamour of Capture the Centre, Strigoi_Marco’s Vampire Counts met Khorne_Mathias’s Hordes of Chaos in a 500-point Border Patrol; the centre became a grinder of standards, shields and stubborn bodies, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Local] In the smoke and clamour of Capture the Centre, Strigoi_Marco’s Vampire Counts met Khorne_Mathias’s Hordes of Chaos in a 500-point Border Patrol; the centre became a grinder of standards, shields and stubborn bodies, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

Reports of battles across the world

• [Random - Satellite] Across ground marked for Breakthrough, a midnight host locked horns with a Dawi-Zharr column in a 2,000-point army; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [8th Edition - Satellite] Under the demands of Chosen Objective, a midnight host met an Ogre warband in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Pitched Battle, a midnight host met a glittering Asur host in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Capture, a midnight host met a greenskin horde in a 2,000-point army; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Capture the Centre, a midnight host drove into a brayherd in a 500-point Border Patrol; the centre became a grinder of standards, shields and stubborn bodies, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Table Quarters, a midnight host advanced into a temple-city cohort in a 500-point Border Patrol; the field split into hard-won parcels, each one contested with stubborn malice, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] With the orders set for Breakthrough, a midnight host crossed blades with an Imperial army in a 2,000-point army; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Under the demands of Pitched Battle, a midnight host locked horns with an Imperial army in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Across ground marked for Meeting Engagement, a midnight host fell upon a Kislevite rota in a 2,000-point army; both forces crashed into contact before either could shape the perfect battleline, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Under the demands of Pitched Battle, a midnight host locked horns with an Imperial army in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [T9A - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Capture the Centre, a midnight host advanced into an Ogre warband in a 500-point Border Patrol; the centre became a grinder of standards, shields and stubborn bodies, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Flank Attack, a midnight host locked horns with a greenskin horde in a 750-point warband; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] With the orders set for Capture, a midnight host locked horns with a Kislevite rota in a 3,000-point grand host; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Across ground marked for Chosen Objective, a midnight host clashed with a Dawi-Zharr column in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Flank Attack, a midnight host locked horns with a Nehekharan host in a 3,000-point grand host; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

The graveyards are filling, and the Vampire Counts are climbing over them.

II.II Defenders of the Relics

Bretonnia

• Global standing: #15 ↔ (stable).
• W13 performance: #17.
• W13 return: 26 games; +4/+7/+15.
• Record: 49/19/87 (+4/+7/+15).

The Bretonnian host took an awful battering. Lances lowered bravely, but too many charges ended in mud, broken shields and the sort of silence that follows a massacre.

Battles in Karak Norn Wargaming this week

• [6th Edition - Local] Beneath the harsh call of Night Raid, ABadPainter’s Bretonnia advanced into Hashut_Yannick’s Chaos Dwarfs in a 500-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Local] In the smoke and clamour of Night Raid, ABadPainter’s Bretonnia closed upon Hashut_Yannick’s Chaos Dwarfs in a 500-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Local] Under the demands of Meeting Engagement, Grail_Seeker’s Bretonnia locked horns with Settra_Chris’s Tomb Kings in a 2,000-point army; both forces crashed into contact before either could shape the perfect battleline, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Local] On a field shaped by Capture, Grail_Seeker’s Bretonnia met Tzar_Dom’s Kislev in a 500-point Border Patrol; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and when the rout broke it broke completely: Massacre.

• [6th Edition - Local] In the smoke and clamour of Capture, Grail_Seeker’s Bretonnia crossed blades with Ghorgon_Eric’s Beastmen in a 500-point Border Patrol; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and when the rout broke it broke completely: Massacre.

• [6th Edition - Local] With the orders set for Capture, Grail_Seeker’s Bretonnia advanced into Waaagh_Silvan’s Orcs & Goblins in a 500-point Border Patrol; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and when the rout broke it broke completely: Massacre.

• [6th Edition - Local] Under the demands of Pitched Battle, Le_Duc_85’s Bretonnia drove into Luccini_Merchant’s Dogs of War in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and when the rout broke it broke completely: Massacre.

• [6th Edition - Local] Under the demands of Pitched Battle, Le_Duc_85’s Bretonnia drove into Luccini_Merchant’s Dogs of War in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and when the rout broke it broke completely: Massacre.

Reports of battles across the world

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Across ground marked for Exterminate, a Bretonnian lance crossed blades with a temple-city cohort in a 500-point Border Patrol; mercy was never part of the order, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] With the orders set for Exterminate, a Bretonnian lance closed upon a Druchii raiding force in a 500-point Border Patrol; mercy was never part of the order, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Capture, a Bretonnian lance fell upon a woodland warhost in a 2,000-point army; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] As the horns sounded for The Patrol, a Bretonnian lance clashed with a brayherd in a 750-point warband; at patrol scale, every casualty rang louder than a cannon-shot, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Under the demands of Breakthrough, a Bretonnian lance crossed blades with a northern warband in a 500-point Border Patrol; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Pitched Battle, a Bretonnian lance advanced into a verminous host in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Meeting Engagement, a Bretonnian lance fell upon a verminous host in a 2,000-point army; both forces crashed into contact before either could shape the perfect battleline, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Pitched Battle, a Bretonnian lance locked horns with a Dwarf throng in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and when the rout broke it broke completely: Massacre.

• [8th Edition - Satellite] Under the demands of Flank Attack, a Bretonnian lance closed upon a greenskin horde in a 750-point warband; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Capture the Centre, a Bretonnian lance fell upon a Nehekharan host in a 500-point Border Patrol; the centre became a grinder of standards, shields and stubborn bodies, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Night Raid, a Bretonnian lance met a Nehekharan host in a 500-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Meeting Engagement, a Bretonnian lance advanced into a Dawi-Zharr column in a 3,000-point grand host; both forces crashed into contact before either could shape the perfect battleline, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Across ground marked for Meeting Engagement, a Bretonnian lance advanced into an Imperial army in a 2,000-point army; both forces crashed into contact before either could shape the perfect battleline, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] On a field shaped by Pitched Battle, a Bretonnian lance advanced into an Imperial army in a 500-point Border Patrol; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Under the demands of Pitched Battle, a Bretonnian lance advanced into a greenskin horde in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Chosen Objective, a Bretonnian lance drove into a Druchii raiding force in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [T9A - Satellite] Under the demands of Pitched Battle, a Bretonnian lance advanced into a greenskin horde in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] With the orders set for Flank Attack, a Bretonnian lance locked horns with a Nehekharan host in a 2,000-point army; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

The Lady’s knights need a rally, and they need it quickly.

Dwarfs

• Global standing: #10 ↔ (stable).
• W13 performance: #7.
• W13 return: 24 games; +7/+9/+8.
• Record: 59/27/43 (+7/+9/+8).

The Dawi ledger is thick this week: grudges settled, grudges added, and a mountain of battle reports written in axe-runes. One local disaster stung badly, but the throngs were busy everywhere.

Battles in Karak Norn Wargaming this week

• [6th Edition - Local] With the orders set for Flank Attack, Ironbreaker_Chris’s Dwarfs closed upon WhiteTower_HP’s High Elves in a 3,000-point grand host; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and when the rout broke it broke completely: Massacre.

• [6th Edition - Local] Under the demands of The Patrol, Bugmans_Father’s Dwarfs fell upon Druchii_Steff’s Dark Elves in a 1,000-point warband; at patrol scale, every casualty rang louder than a cannon-shot, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

Reports of battles across the world

• [The Old World - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Capture the Centre, a Dwarf throng drove into a Druchii raiding force in a 500-point Border Patrol; the centre became a grinder of standards, shields and stubborn bodies, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [8th Edition - Satellite] With the orders set for Exterminate, a Dwarf throng met a greenskin horde in a 500-point Border Patrol; mercy was never part of the order, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [T9A - Satellite] Across ground marked for Table Quarters, a Dwarf throng clashed with a verminous host in a 500-point Border Patrol; the field split into hard-won parcels, each one contested with stubborn malice, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] With the orders set for Chosen Objective, a Dwarf throng locked horns with a daemonic host in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [T9A - Satellite] With the orders set for Chosen Objective, a Dwarf throng crossed blades with a northern warband in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] On a field shaped by Flank Attack, a Dwarf throng locked horns with a greenskin horde in a 2,000-point army; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] On a field shaped by Breakthrough, a Dwarf throng closed upon a glittering Asur host in a 500-point Border Patrol; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [T9A - Satellite] Across ground marked for The Patrol, a Dwarf throng advanced into a northern warband in a 1,000-point warband; at patrol scale, every casualty rang louder than a cannon-shot, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Ambush, a Dwarf throng drove into a Nehekharan host in a 2,000-point army; confusion marked the first exchanges, with reserves and scouts suddenly fighting for their lives, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Pitched Battle, a Dwarf throng advanced into a greenskin horde in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] With the orders set for Capture, a Dwarf throng met an Imperial army in a 2,000-point army; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Pitched Battle, a Dwarf throng advanced into a greenskin horde in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] On a field shaped by Table Quarters, a Dwarf throng drove into an Ogre warband in a 500-point Border Patrol; the field split into hard-won parcels, each one contested with stubborn malice, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Breakthrough, a Dwarf throng drove into a Druchii raiding force in a 500-point Border Patrol; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Under the demands of Pitched Battle, a Dwarf throng advanced into a Nehekharan host in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Under the demands of Flank Attack, a Dwarf throng fell upon a Druchii raiding force in a 2,000-point army; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Under the demands of Exterminate, a Dwarf throng crossed blades with a Nehekharan host in a 500-point Border Patrol; mercy was never part of the order, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] With the orders set for Pitched Battle, a Dwarf throng crossed blades with a Bretonnian lance in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and when the killing was done the field belonged to them alone: Massacre.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Across ground marked for Night Raid, a Dwarf throng clashed with a Druchii raiding force in a 500-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Across ground marked for Table Quarters, a Dwarf throng fell upon a northern warband in a 500-point Border Patrol; the field split into hard-won parcels, each one contested with stubborn malice, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] With the orders set for Pitched Battle, a Dwarf throng advanced into a temple-city cohort in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] With the orders set for Pitched Battle, a Dwarf throng locked horns with a Druchii raiding force in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

No Dwarf will call the week comfortable, but there is honour enough to keep the anvils ringing.

The Empire

• Global standing: #17 ↓ (from #16).
• W13 performance: #15.
• W13 return: 29 games; +7/+2/+20.
• Record: 40/17/100 (+7/+2/+20).

The Empire’s banners were everywhere, and so were its casualties. Local pride survived in flashes, but the satellite returns were a butcher’s bill written in black powder smoke.

Battles in Karak Norn Wargaming this week

• [6th Edition - Local] Across ground marked for Chosen Objective, Heldenhammer_ZH’s The Empire fell upon Athel_Sarah’s Wood Elves in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Local] Across ground marked for Chosen Objective, Heldenhammer_ZH’s The Empire fell upon Athel_Sarah’s Wood Elves in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Local] Across ground marked for Chosen Objective, Heldenhammer_ZH’s The Empire fell upon Athel_Sarah’s Wood Elves in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [The Old World - Local] With the orders set for Pitched Battle, Heldenhammer_ZH’s The Empire crossed blades with Zharr_Naggrund_K’s Chaos Dwarfs in a 500-point Border Patrol; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and when the killing was done the field belonged to them alone: Massacre.

• [6th Edition - Local] As the horns sounded for Pitched Battle, ABadPainter’s The Empire locked horns with Tzar_Dom’s Kislev in a 500-point Border Patrol; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and when the killing was done the field belonged to them alone: Massacre.

Reports of battles across the world

• [The Old World - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Breakthrough, an Imperial army closed upon a daemonic host in a 500-point Border Patrol; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and when the rout broke it broke completely: Massacre.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Across ground marked for Pitched Battle, an Imperial army fell upon a brayherd in a 500-point Border Patrol; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Across ground marked for Last Stand, an Imperial army crossed blades with a Nehekharan host in a 2,000-point army; the doomed line made the enemy pay for every step, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [8th Edition - Satellite] On a field shaped by Night Raid, an Imperial army closed upon a Nehekharan host in a 500-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [T9A - Satellite] With the orders set for Capture, an Imperial army locked horns with a Kislevite rota in a 2,000-point army; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] On a field shaped by Breakthrough, an Imperial army clashed with a greenskin horde in a 4,000-point grand host; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Night Raid, an Imperial army fell upon a Druchii raiding force in a 500-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [T9A - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Pitched Battle, an Imperial army advanced into a Druchii raiding force in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Breakthrough, an Imperial army fell upon a Druchii raiding force in a 500-point Border Patrol; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] With the orders set for Pitched Battle, an Imperial army closed upon a Nehekharan host in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] With the orders set for Capture the Centre, an Imperial army locked horns with a Nehekharan host in a 500-point Border Patrol; the centre became a grinder of standards, shields and stubborn bodies, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] On a field shaped by Night Raid, an Imperial army locked horns with a greenskin horde in a 500-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] On a field shaped by Flank Attack, an Imperial army locked horns with a greenskin horde in a 3,000-point grand host; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] With the orders set for Chosen Objective, an Imperial army clashed with a Druchii raiding force in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Across ground marked for Breakthrough, an Imperial army closed upon a midnight host in a 2,000-point army; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Breakthrough, an Imperial army met a greenskin horde in a 2,000-point army; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Breakthrough, an Imperial army locked horns with a Dawi-Zharr column in a 2,000-point army; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Across ground marked for Meeting Engagement, an Imperial army crossed blades with a Bretonnian lance in a 2,000-point army; both forces crashed into contact before either could shape the perfect battleline, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] With the orders set for Breakthrough, an Imperial army crossed blades with a brayherd in a 500-point Border Patrol; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] On a field shaped by Pitched Battle, an Imperial army closed upon a midnight host in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Under the demands of Capture, an Imperial army drove into a Dwarf throng in a 2,000-point army; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Flank Attack, an Imperial army met a Nehekharan host in a 2,000-point army; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] On a field shaped by Pitched Battle, an Imperial army closed upon a midnight host in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] On a field shaped by Pitched Battle, an Imperial army crossed blades with a Bretonnian lance in a 500-point Border Patrol; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

The provinces endure, as they always do, but endurance is not the same as victory.

High Elves

• Global standing: #7 ↓ (from #5).
• W13 performance: #11.
• W13 return: 16 games; +3/+2/+11.
• Record: 51/25/32 (+3/+2/+11).

Ulthuan endured a week of brilliant charges and painful reverses. The Asur produced a thunderous local massacre, but too many distant reports ended with proud standards lowered.

Battles in Karak Norn Wargaming this week

• [6th Edition - Local] As the horns sounded for Pitched Battle, Lothern_Pat’s High Elves crossed blades with Bloodline_Adi’s Vampire Counts in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Local] Across ground marked for Pitched Battle, Lothern_Pat’s High Elves fell upon Bloodline_Adi’s Vampire Counts in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Local] Beneath the harsh call of Flank Attack, WhiteTower_HP’s High Elves locked horns with Ironbreaker_Chris’s Dwarfs in a 3,000-point grand host; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and when the killing was done the field belonged to them alone: Massacre.

Reports of battles across the world

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Across ground marked for Night Raid, a glittering Asur host locked horns with a woodland warhost in a 500-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Across ground marked for Flank Attack, a glittering Asur host closed upon a Druchii raiding force in a 2,000-point army; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Across ground marked for Table Quarters, a glittering Asur host drove into a Nehekharan host in a 500-point Border Patrol; the field split into hard-won parcels, each one contested with stubborn malice, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Last Stand, a glittering Asur host closed upon a Nehekharan host in a 2,000-point army; the doomed line made the enemy pay for every step, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Night Raid, a glittering Asur host closed upon a Druchii raiding force in a 500-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Pitched Battle, a glittering Asur host crossed blades with an Ogre warband in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Breakthrough, a glittering Asur host crossed blades with a Druchii raiding force in a 2,000-point army; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [T9A - Satellite] Under the demands of Chosen Objective, a glittering Asur host met a Druchii raiding force in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Breakthrough, a glittering Asur host drove into a greenskin horde in a 2,000-point army; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Across ground marked for Pitched Battle, a glittering Asur host fell upon a midnight host in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Breakthrough, a glittering Asur host met a Dwarf throng in a 500-point Border Patrol; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Meeting Engagement, a glittering Asur host locked horns with a Nehekharan host in a 2,000-point army; both forces crashed into contact before either could shape the perfect battleline, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Across ground marked for Capture, a glittering Asur host met a Druchii raiding force in a 2,000-point army; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

The High Elves remain dangerous, but the week cost them ground.

Kislev

• Global standing: #14 ↔ (stable).
• W13 performance: #16.
• W13 return: 12 games; +2/+3/+7.
• Record: 21/13/45 (+2/+3/+7).

Kislev fought with the stubbornness of winter itself, but winter alone was not enough. Local patrols scraped draws and a win from the Dogs of War, only for the wider front to punish every overreach.

Battles in Karak Norn Wargaming this week

• [6th Edition - Local] Across ground marked for Chosen Objective, Tzar_Dom’s Kislev closed upon Tilean_Paymaster’s Dogs of War in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Local] Under the demands of Chosen Objective, Tzar_Dom’s Kislev crossed blades with Tilean_Paymaster’s Dogs of War in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Local] Across ground marked for Chosen Objective, Tzar_Dom’s Kislev closed upon Tilean_Paymaster’s Dogs of War in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Local] Under the demands of Capture, Tzar_Dom’s Kislev locked horns with Grail_Seeker’s Bretonnia in a 500-point Border Patrol; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and when the killing was done the field belonged to them alone: Massacre.

• [6th Edition - Local] Across ground marked for Pitched Battle, Tzar_Dom’s Kislev fell upon ABadPainter’s The Empire in a 500-point Border Patrol; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and when the rout broke it broke completely: Massacre.

Reports of battles across the world

• [6th Edition - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Breakthrough, a Kislevite rota closed upon a woodland warhost in a 500-point Border Patrol; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Under the demands of Chosen Objective, a Kislevite rota met a Druchii raiding force in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] With the orders set for Capture, a Kislevite rota met a midnight host in a 3,000-point grand host; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [T9A - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Breakthrough, a Kislevite rota closed upon an Ogre warband in a 2,000-point army; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [T9A - Satellite] On a field shaped by Capture, a Kislevite rota locked horns with an Imperial army in a 2,000-point army; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] On a field shaped by Pitched Battle, a Kislevite rota drove into a brayherd in a 500-point Border Patrol; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Meeting Engagement, a Kislevite rota advanced into a midnight host in a 2,000-point army; both forces crashed into contact before either could shape the perfect battleline, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

The rota still stands, but the ice is cracking beneath it.

Skaven

• Global standing: #2 ↔ (stable).
• W13 performance: #4.
• W13 return: 14 games; +6/+6/+2.
• Record: 51/23/19 (+6/+6/+2).

The Under-Empire stayed close to the summit by doing what ratmen do best: appearing everywhere at once, gnawing points from every exposed seam and leaving enemies wondering which shadow moved first.

Battles in Karak Norn Wargaming this week

• [6th Edition - Local] Under the demands of Capture, Clan_Pestilens_Flo’s Skaven clashed with Be_lakor_CH’s Daemons in a 2,000-point army; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Local] Across ground marked for Capture, Clan_Pestilens_Flo’s Skaven drove into Be_lakor_CH’s Daemons in a 2,000-point army; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Local] In the smoke and clamour of Night Raid, Queek_Swiss’s Skaven locked horns with Tyrant_Urs’s Ogre Kingdoms in a 250-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Local] Across ground marked for Night Raid, Queek_Swiss’s Skaven met Tyrant_Urs’s Ogre Kingdoms in a 250-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

Reports of battles across the world

• [6th Edition - Satellite] On a field shaped by Pitched Battle, a verminous host met a northern warband in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Pitched Battle, a verminous host met a daemonic host in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Capture, a verminous host drove into a Druchii raiding force in a 3,000-point grand host; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Chosen Objective, a verminous host locked horns with a woodland warhost in a 250-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [T9A - Satellite] Under the demands of Table Quarters, a verminous host closed upon a Dwarf throng in a 500-point Border Patrol; the field split into hard-won parcels, each one contested with stubborn malice, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [T9A - Satellite] On a field shaped by Last Stand, a verminous host closed upon a Dawi-Zharr column in a 2,000-point army; the doomed line made the enemy pay for every step, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Across ground marked for Pitched Battle, a verminous host clashed with a Bretonnian lance in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Across ground marked for Meeting Engagement, a verminous host met a Bretonnian lance in a 2,000-point army; both forces crashed into contact before either could shape the perfect battleline, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Flank Attack, a verminous host clashed with a temple-city cohort in a 2,000-point army; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Under the demands of Meeting Engagement, a verminous host met a temple-city cohort in a 2,000-point army; both forces crashed into contact before either could shape the perfect battleline, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

The Skaven are still second, and that is never a comfortable place for anyone standing above or below them.

Tomb Kings

• Global standing: #8 ↔ (stable).
• W13 performance: #8.
• W13 return: 29 games; +6/+12/+11.
• Record: 65/41/36 (+6/+12/+11).

Nehekhara produced one of the week’s great ledgers: not a clean sweep, but a grinding desert war of draws, hard-earned wins and stubborn losses. The dead kings do not hurry; they accumulate.

Battles in Karak Norn Wargaming this week

• [6th Edition - Local] Beneath the harsh call of Meeting Engagement, Settra_Chris’s Tomb Kings locked horns with Grail_Seeker’s Bretonnia in a 2,000-point army; both forces crashed into contact before either could shape the perfect battleline, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Local] In the smoke and clamour of Flank Attack, Nehekhara_Pete’s Tomb Kings closed upon Everchosen_ZH’s Hordes of Chaos in a 2,000-point army; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

Reports of battles across the world

• [6th Edition - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Last Stand, a Nehekharan host advanced into an Imperial army in a 2,000-point army; the doomed line made the enemy pay for every step, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Under the demands of Chosen Objective, a Nehekharan host crossed blades with a greenskin horde in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Pitched Battle, a Nehekharan host closed upon a Dwarf throng in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Across ground marked for Table Quarters, a Nehekharan host crossed blades with a glittering Asur host in a 500-point Border Patrol; the field split into hard-won parcels, each one contested with stubborn malice, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Across ground marked for Exterminate, a Nehekharan host advanced into a Dwarf throng in a 500-point Border Patrol; mercy was never part of the order, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Last Stand, a Nehekharan host met a glittering Asur host in a 2,000-point army; the doomed line made the enemy pay for every step, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [8th Edition - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Night Raid, a Nehekharan host crossed blades with an Imperial army in a 500-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Flank Attack, a Nehekharan host closed upon a northern warband in a 1,000-point warband; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Across ground marked for Capture the Centre, a Nehekharan host clashed with a greenskin horde in a 500-point Border Patrol; the centre became a grinder of standards, shields and stubborn bodies, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [T9A - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Exterminate, a Nehekharan host clashed with a Druchii raiding force in a 500-point Border Patrol; mercy was never part of the order, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Across ground marked for Flank Attack, a Nehekharan host advanced into a midnight host in a 3,000-point grand host; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Under the demands of Pitched Battle, a Nehekharan host drove into an Imperial army in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Capture the Centre, a Nehekharan host locked horns with an Imperial army in a 500-point Border Patrol; the centre became a grinder of standards, shields and stubborn bodies, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] On a field shaped by Pitched Battle, a Nehekharan host met a daemonic host in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Meeting Engagement, a Nehekharan host fell upon a glittering Asur host in a 2,000-point army; both forces crashed into contact before either could shape the perfect battleline, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Across ground marked for Flank Attack, a Nehekharan host crossed blades with a Bretonnian lance in a 2,000-point army; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Flank Attack, a Nehekharan host met an Imperial army in a 2,000-point army; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Last Stand, a Nehekharan host fell upon a daemonic host in a 2,000-point army; the doomed line made the enemy pay for every step, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [The Old World - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Exterminate, a Nehekharan host crossed blades with a woodland warhost in a 500-point Border Patrol; mercy was never part of the order, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [T9A - Satellite] With the orders set for Night Raid, a Nehekharan host advanced into an Ogre warband in a 500-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] With the orders set for Capture the Centre, a Nehekharan host clashed with an Ogre warband in a 500-point Border Patrol; the centre became a grinder of standards, shields and stubborn bodies, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [T9A - Satellite] With the orders set for Pitched Battle, a Nehekharan host crossed blades with an Ogre warband in a 2,000-point army; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and enough ground was held to make the difference: Minor Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Flank Attack, a Nehekharan host clashed with a greenskin horde in a 2,000-point army; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Under the demands of Ambush, a Nehekharan host crossed blades with a Dwarf throng in a 2,000-point army; confusion marked the first exchanges, with reserves and scouts suddenly fighting for their lives, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Capture the Centre, a Nehekharan host clashed with a Bretonnian lance in a 500-point Border Patrol; the centre became a grinder of standards, shields and stubborn bodies, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] With the orders set for Capture the Centre, a Nehekharan host clashed with an Ogre warband in a 500-point Border Patrol; the centre became a grinder of standards, shields and stubborn bodies, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Night Raid, a Nehekharan host closed upon a Bretonnian lance in a 500-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

The Tomb Kings hold their place by weight of ancient persistence.

Wood Elves

• Global standing: #9 ↔ (stable).
• W13 performance: #9.
• W13 return: 16 games; +6/+4/+6.
• Record: 39/20/27 (+6/+4/+6).

Athel Loren fought like mist over blades. Local hunters cut into the Empire, while the wider woodland warhost picked its moments and refused to be pinned for long.

Battles in Karak Norn Wargaming this week

• [6th Edition - Local] As the horns sounded for Capture, Orion_CH’s Wood Elves drove into Tzunki_Tom’s Lizardmen in a 2,000-point army; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Local] As the horns sounded for Capture, Orion_CH’s Wood Elves drove into Tzunki_Tom’s Lizardmen in a 2,000-point army; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Local] Across ground marked for Chosen Objective, Athel_Sarah’s Wood Elves fell upon Heldenhammer_ZH’s The Empire in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Local] Across ground marked for Chosen Objective, Athel_Sarah’s Wood Elves fell upon Heldenhammer_ZH’s The Empire in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Local] Across ground marked for Chosen Objective, Athel_Sarah’s Wood Elves fell upon Heldenhammer_ZH’s The Empire in a 500-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

Reports of battles across the world

• [The Old World - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Exterminate, a woodland warhost drove into a Nehekharan host in a 500-point Border Patrol; mercy was never part of the order, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] With the orders set for Chosen Objective, a woodland warhost closed upon a verminous host in a 250-point Border Patrol; one chosen patch of ground became the only thing that mattered, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] With the orders set for Pitched Battle, a woodland warhost fell upon a greenskin horde in a 500-point Border Patrol; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] Across ground marked for Pitched Battle, a woodland warhost crossed blades with a brayherd in a 500-point Border Patrol; no subtlety survived long once the lines closed, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Night Raid, a woodland warhost drove into a glittering Asur host in a 500-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Beneath the harsh call of Flank Attack, a woodland warhost met a greenskin horde in a 750-point warband; the flank became the hinge on which the whole battle turned, and the line bent, broke and yielded the field: Solid Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] In the smoke and clamour of Breakthrough, a woodland warhost met a Kislevite rota in a 500-point Border Patrol; the battle became a race through splintered lines and desperate rearguards, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] As the horns sounded for Night Raid, a woodland warhost crossed blades with an Ogre warband in a 500-point Border Patrol; shadows did as much killing as blades, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

• [The Old World - Satellite] Across ground marked for Capture, a woodland warhost locked horns with a Bretonnian lance in a 2,000-point army; every yard around the objective was paid for in blood, and the field was theirs by nightfall: Solid Victory.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] With the orders set for Table Quarters, a woodland warhost fell upon a Druchii raiding force in a 500-point Border Patrol; the field split into hard-won parcels, each one contested with stubborn malice, and a handful of yards and bodies decided against them: Minor Defeat.

• [6th Edition - Satellite] With the orders set for Exterminate, a woodland warhost advanced into a Druchii raiding force in a 500-point Border Patrol; mercy was never part of the order, and neither side could force the final stroke: Draw.

The forest has not surged, but it is still full of arrows.

Campaign Epilogue - The Wrath to Come

Thus closes the thirteen-week hunt for the Jade Staff. The Dark Elves have won it, stolen it, and dared the world to take it back.

In Lustria, the first omens will be read in trembling pools. Skink priests will whisper of broken trust, temple guards will tighten their grips on halberds, and the will of Lord Mazdamundi will move like thunder over the jungle canopy.

In Naggaroth, the Dread Lords have their prize. Now they must choose the fortress, the shore, or the killing ground where they will face the sea of claws and scales that is surely coming.

Stay tuned for news!

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