I haven’t played much Warhammer recently, because of a strong Malifaux addiction, and I didn’t want to embarrass Patrick at the team tournament, so I signed up for this little 1000pt event. It turned out to be super fun – the most fun I’ve had played Warhammer in a couple years! (which then makes me think about why I’m not having fun playing Warhammer…)
My first game was against Bill and his High Elves. My Skull Cannon (Freedom Cannon) shot off 2 of his 3 bolt throwers before dying. I avoided walking towards a unit of White Lions all game, mainly because they were White Lions and I hates them. My opponent had implied earlier that he might have the Banner of the World Dragon (without actually saying he had it), so on turn 4 he reminded me that he hadn’t actually said he had it. I wouldn’t have charged the WL even if he’d straight up said he didn’t. >.> I made a critical game-losing error on the last turn because we were rushing. In the photo below, if I’d turned the horrors and tried to magic off those two cavalry models on the right, I’d have won. Booo. Bill was a fun opponent, although I think I embarrassed him by saying so after the event had ended. 🙁 I think this one was a draw.
My second game I started out worried. My opponent was a younger kid, without a lot of personality to start. As the game progressed he started talking and smiling more, and I hope he had a good game. He was playing his brothers Chaos Dwarves (his regular army is Warriors), and his brother kept coming by every so often and asking why a particular unit wasn’t on the table, or why it was over there and general criticism of how my opponent was playing his game. I won this one, and Freedom Cannon started to show how powerful it really was.
My last game was against Ian Botts, an absolutely wonderful fellow and his beautiful wife. Ian played, and his wife sat next to him and conversed with us. The two of them were pairing in the team tournament the next day, playing Daemons and Warriors so she had a bunch of questions about how my own Daemon army worked out. I was really glad to meet these two, as they were super friendly and we spoke regularly throughout the convention. Ian beat the snot out of me with his Warriors of Nurgle. I deployed back a bit, but not far enough. I only got a single round of magic in before his Chosen were in my face removing my Plaguebearers. At the end, he had 5 Chosen left, and those 5 models were the difference between him winning and me winning (the scenario was Blood and Glory-esque).
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