So the day finally arrived when Tom and I were to head over to the land of “God’s waiting room” (there may be a disproportionate number of elderly in Peterborough). He picked me up at some ungodly hour and we headed over to grab James.
James, who I had never really spoken to before, is the jolly nice man who wrote Age of Arthur. I had high hopes for for him in the tournament with his intimate knowledge and the fact he probably had more than three games under his belt!
I am massively late writing this up, so Tom already has three posts covering his battles. In order to maximise content he has done three reports, one for each battle:
My report is nowhere near as thorough but here we go.
All my games were against British / Welsh armies of the native peoples of the mainland of England. All three had a large block of heavy cavalry, supported by decent infantry and a good chunk of missile troops.
It turns out I had little that could deal with these monster blocks of cavalry.
Here my battle line moves forward to engage the enemy.
The first game was against Andy the tournament organiser. His army was beautiful with hand painted banners.
I was sold the lie that my characters would “do for” enemy characters so I was throwing challenges out left, right and centre. Except my dice where pants and they all ground on. If you are Irish you need to kill quick and then get to the business of adding to the body count!
My right flank turned into a right mess as my dogs chased off some skirmishers (who chose to run rather than fight – the dogs haven’t been that good in any game, but there rep is amazing at this event so they win fights without fighting!!). I lost a block of troops and was slowly bringing the British allies round.
The centre was pretty solid but the left flank had been smashed to bits by the golden hammer of heavy cavalry!
Here are the beautiful heavy cavalry being awesome
By the end my centre and skirmishers had done enough to get me a minor lose.
Before Game 2 it was lunch and time to smash down two pints and stuff a burger into my face. This would make me better (it didn’t) but I felt good!
Francis was applying the the same formula 4 blocks of Brits, one unit of super cav plus a sprinkling of skirmishers.
I lined up. I had one more fighty unit and more skirmishers. We would see how it would go.
The British take the hill. Choosing from the British list your infantry are “heavy” so negating the advantage I had there. They also have shields do they have a (very slightly) better save,
Fairly confident the Brits advanced
With the flower of Arthur’s cavalry
The game objective was to take the hill and the hut. Francis had the hill!
I forgot to take photos for the really exciting bit. Basically I got a charge from my general into the heavy cav, broke them, chased them. Francis’s army held, then counter charged, my general broke and he rallied his general!
On the left my troops come through the woods!
My general runs off the board and my entire army panics, 😦
Leaving me with some cavalry and skirmishers
My last gambit is to charge the heavy cav with my not so good cav, I throw out a challenge and I hit his general. The game comes down to a single save which if Francis fails his general dies. He saves and I suffer a major lose.
My final game I forgot to photograph and was with a great bloke call Dave. He was massive.
I won that one so a mixed bag for the day.
It was a lot of fun and I would definitely do it again. Tom and I are looking at organising one ourselves!