Crag's had escaped from the Mountains guarded by the Dwarfs with more than a few scrapes, and decided that it would be wise to follow in the footsteps of the Great Goblin Hordes, that had surged from the plains into the edges of the Great Forest of Galahir.
It was easy enough to round up some fresh recruits to swell the diminished ranks, thanks in part to the Giant Bork who still followed Crag's orders.
Following a river into the edges of the Forest, the horde came upon their first obstacle. A large band of Ogres under the command of the feared mercenary Grokagamok, were barring the onward passage into the woods.
Crag's followers by far outnumbered the Ogres, but he could also see that there were two giants lurking in the cover of the tall trees as well.
The Fleabags surged forwards on the left flank, and the rest of the line advanced cautiously into bow range. Crags cursed at the shoddy Goblin marksmanship though, as most of the arrows missed their mark, and the few wounds that the ogres suffered they shrugged off with ease.
"Must be on extra pay" Crag's muttered, those meddling druids must have found some more coin someplace to hire this big a band of Ogres. Now, if only Crag's could get past them to find it...
The Ogres sent their treacherous flea bags forwards into the Goblins cavalry, but they failed to make an impact in the ensuing clash of fur, teeth and goblins, finally turning and fleeing back into the woods as Crag's maw-beasts joined the fry.
The fleabags not in combat though were scattered and shredded by volleys from the Ogres with large crossbows however, who had a vantage on a small hill.
On the right flank, the Ogres and their giants emerged to face off vs Crag's ogre Bork, and a horde of goblins. The war-trombones there released deadly shrapnel into the Ogre warriors, cutting them down, but not before one ogre managed to smash one of the contraptions apart.
The Giant side stepped Bork, and smashed the other trombone, but behind him, his fellow giant was cut down by the trolls, who then carried on and became entangled in a long conflict with the Ogre General Grokagmok.
With the ogre giant distracted by the trombone, Bork smashed into the Ogre banner bearer, then turned to consider the remaining Ogre giant, who thought better of the confrontation, and headed off towards the trolls, while the goblin horde fired arrows at his retreating back, and pelted him with dung. Unfortunately, more threw dung than fired arrows, and the giant seemed happy to ignore them.
As the battle ground on, Crags could see the Ogre lines approaching from the left flank. The Goblin right was doing well, but the ogre Mercenary captain was holding back the trolls.
Annoyingly, those Ogres shooters were still standing on their hill, ignoring the bolts and darts heading their way as well.
Whipping the wolves on he set his chariot forwards towards the shooters, only for a wheel to get stuck in the mud and then the axle snapped.
Crag's had to abandon the chariot, just as the Ogre warriors appeared from over the hill on his left.
As Crag's ran from the field of battle, all still looked well, but the trolls turned from the Ogre warriors and siege-breakers as they closed in on the goblins holding the woods.
Unfortunately for the tolls, they had forgotten that the ogre shooters had legs, and they were shocked when the crossbow wielding warriors crashed into their flank, sending the trolls into a blind panic.
Finally, the remaning ogre giant cut down Bork with a mighty swing of his axe.
One horde of goblins were left, holding the woods on the right, but the rest of the field belonged to the Ogres.