And  the struggle for Mordheim began, in a quick confrontation between two warbands!

A fast moving river divided two ruined sections on the outskirts of Mordheim, the sides linked both by the original bridge and the more recent shanty constructions erected by looters and brigands.

In the shadow of a demonic tower, the unholy shell of some former tenement or hostel, a band of (Abominably  painted, as I did them before I knew how to paint. I'll fix them sometime.) Orcs and Goblins howl in primitive worship to a crude idol of Gork, an Orc deity. A small "stable" holds four 20 sided squigs, angry ovoid creatures who I do not a figure to represent them with. Suddenly, the Orc Warboss, Grimaxe the Wicked, hears something. "I smell 'umies, boys! Gorks' led us to a scrap already!"

Warriors of Kislev, an icy northern land, drink and laugh around a cookpot and bonfire. Captain Ivans' one man crusade has not brought them to any danger yet, and there seems to be much gold and glory available for both the young warriors and dower mercenaries who make up the company. "I tell you, Ivan, we should have hired a bear tamer!" Says Boris the old warrior, Ivans' trusted friend and stalwart companion. "We need something big for when our presence in detected, da? There are sure to be others here, and nasty ones at that." Even as the words leave his mouth, a howling noise comes from the strange and magically twisted structure across the river. Orc battle cries! Ivan barks out commands, sending his warriors into three flanks. These aren't the Chaos worshipping scum he had come to battle, but he will rout these beastly creatures none the less.

Captain Ivan and a tough Gospodar warriors scale the wall up to the burned-out husk of a bridge. The Cossack youth Yuri, the sniper Svetlana, and a Streltzi gunner head towards the spiral staircase of a wizards' tower, the owner either wisely sealed inside of even more wisely fled. Boris and another Streltzi rush towards some ruined structure, climbing up to the high towers above the soon to be battlefield.

Two bouncing Squigs rush up the stairway, and more follow suit. Some goblins fall behind and squabble over a petty dispute, slowing their mobilization. Grimaxe also follows his minions, anxious to keep order.

Syphax the Orc shaman, angry at the interruption of his prayers, leads two hulking greenskin warriors against a Gospodar swordsman, initiating combat!

The left flankers begin climbing the stairway.

And, as the climb, the Gospodar warriors falls under a flurry of Orc blows in the very next round of combat. "Gork smiles upon us!" Shouts Syphax. "We shall be victorious!"

with Boris guarding his back, a Streltsi rests his handgun upon his halberd, using it as a gunrest. Soon he shall be ready to shoot.

The Goblins continue pushing their Squig warbeasts forward, goading them to jump the gap and cross over to the enemy side of the river.

Suddenly, a shot rings out! Though not dead, an Orc warrior has just been attacked and stunned by a sniper! Syphax is now alone, as the other has long since climbed into a nearby tower.

Or is he? Syphax heads over to the tower himself, but as he does so the preoccupied Orc fails an animosity check, forcing it to charge the nearest enemy. Against all odds, the Orc is able to jump all the way over to Ivan, land upright, an immediately engage him in combat! Meanwhile, two Squigs have flanked the unfortunate Kislevite captain. Ivan falls, and his warriors rout. Disaster!

Ivan and the fallen Gospodar survive without lasting injury, but their pride is shaken. Luckily, they make a pretty penny searching for Warpstone later, and sell it to hire a brutal pit fighter. Zangief the bear wrestler has joined the Kislevites!

Anyway, although only one person came, I had lots of fun and we will probably play more soon. I will keep you all updated, and work to do better documentation.

Take care!