So we fought a battle on a bare (snowy, we'll call it) battlefield, in which the Duchy of Sans-Couleur faced an alliance of Riskovian, Tea State and Albion troops.
Here's the set-up:
We had a good plan, which I threw out of the window in order to exploit a short-term opportunity. From that point on we were doomed. I was also given command of cavalry. Bad move. The red mist descended and I just charged what was in front of me. We soon no longer had any cavalry:
We conceded.
Note that I still haven't painted my figures. One day ...
No paint job will ever do those hideous pink and yellow things justice. I really do like them the way they are!
ReplyDeleteThis post is most timely given the snowfall in dear old Blighty.
ReplyDeleteBTW as much as I enjoy your Maurice battle reports I have to say MOHH-REEES before reading. Every time.
The day after this game we recorded not snow but our city's highest ever temperature - 46C
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