As the armies made their way to the Badlands, Sir Ulric was well aware that they had set up camp pretty close to where the Church of the Martyred Monk would be able to hunt for the bones of their prophet. Knowing the reason for his demise, Sir Ulric set out early to try to retrieve the bones from the ogres that were still camped out in the area and, if necessary, destroy any incriminating evidence.
However it seems the ogres had struck up an unholy pact with a chaos warband, who rode to battle against Sir Ulric. Upon seeing a mostly mounted army against his own cavalry force, Sir Ulric issued a quick "Tally Ho" and set about the foe. An overenthusiastic wizard nearly spoiled things by blowing himself and two thirds of Ulrics household cavalry up as they had barely got to a canter, the bang spooked the horses and ruined the charge. By the time they had settled the beasts, the enemy were upon them.
Thanks to Sir Ulric and Sir Williams marshal prowess, the enemy were put to the sword and destroyed. The rest of the army was having similar fun, the steam tank grinding enemy cavalry beneath it's wheels as the outriders rode around shooting anything in sight. However the enemy general and his retinue had scurried into a watchtower in the centre, which is where they hid. So the tank and the outriders peppered the building and were having a good old time slaughtering them. There were a last few survivers cowering in the rubble, and Sir Ulric was about to dismount and go weed them out... "My lords" said the Standard Bearer "The day is late, we must return to camp to water the horses"
Seeing the sun approaching the horizon, Sir Ulric reluctantly sheathed his sword and rode back to camp. The enemy had defended the area, he would have to return another day. Despite their technical victory, he was sure those men of the north were leaving the field with a lot less confidence than they entered with...