Matt and I had agreed to play Old World. Good old fashioned dice throwing bloodbath. Despite going to the club for five years, this is the first time we actually got to have a game against each other, as our interests don't often overlap. Matt is a lovely bloke and I knew this would be a cracking game. My High Elves (dating back to the 80s, almost older than Matt), vs his beautifully painted Chaos horde at 1500 points. Mort sat in to help guide us through the increasingly labyrinthine rules. We deployed in a pitched battle. Seven units each by pure fluke. My plan was to pin down the right flank with shadow warriors and reaver cavalry (both shooty types), shot the units approaching to pieces, and then left the elite Swordmasters, and the General Elric, do the slicy-dicey thing they do so well. The main thrust was to be my Silver Helm cavalry who were to ride down teh chaos knights the out-numbered 2:1 and let them loose in the backfield. Great plan huh! Matt had two chariots, two...