Sunday, December 17, 2017

Caruthers bemoans lack of pink gin

There was a cool edge to the morning breeze that swept across the plain. The winter rains had greened the normally parched landscape with a flush of new growth that would soon be snatched away as the spring heat grew towards summer.

Major General Caruthers was tired. Tired of the wind, tired of the heat, but most of all tired of the lack of pink gin that had manifested itself ever since the most recent supply caravans had been ambushed and destroyed by the infernal raiding of an enemy that refused to admit that it was beaten. No pink gin, damnit!! How was a chap meant to survive prolonged campaigning without pink gin?

To make matters worse, laid our before his encampment was yet another army of that infernal Egyptian fellow, yet more spear and chariots, yet more stone constructs and mummies, yet more... damn it, more blasted flying saucers (Caruthers' nervous tic manifested itself again at the very thought). There was a difference this time though, for through his telescope he could make out an entire wing of re-animated skeletons marching forward against his right. Damnable magic - was there no end to it?

His forces marshalled on the plain in front of the encampment, cavalry and lancers to left and right, and his aerial forces, air boats, flyers, and even Lord Chelting of Cheam (that delightful hero of a man) aloft and ready behind his centre.

He was encouraged to know that Lieutenant Winstanley, that hero of a young fellow and long tome Caruthers' protege) commanded his left wing.

Egyptian forces on the left, British forces on the right (oh, and that's Nick who took command of the skeleton wing on the Egyptian left at the far end of the table)

Chariot mounted heroes, giant cat behemoths, spear and blade .. blimey ...

And the skeletons, along with necromancer who kept them 'alive', moving and fighting

Lord Chelting of Cheam with the British airboat fleet

The centres advanced against each other

The skeletons advanced aggressively against Caruthers' right wing

Caruthers planned a holding action on his left

Early attempts to get around the skeleton left were thwarted

Both aerial forces over-flew the opposing lines of infantry

Carruthers' left holding the line
Across the battlefield could periodically be heard the whirring and crackling of the strange and magical machine that Dr Morgenstein had brought to the battlefield. As the Egyptian aerial hero general looked to attach the British line from the rear, Morgenstein's machine yet again crackled to life, and the enemy hero general disappeared, ensorcelled.

Not for long however .. a throw of '6' and he reappeared in the British rear, adjacent to Caruthers' encampment.

As flyers are unable to attack strongholds unaided, Andy flew him back towards the rear of Caruthers' line.

Meanwhile in a vicious series of combats, the British lancers and riders take significant casualties in their attempts to hold their right wing. The troops are re-aligned and puled back in attempts to hold the flank. They are shored up with two behemoths (the steam powered robots) form the centre.

Both armies have taken significant casualties, the points count is running neck and neck. Caruthers lines up new attacks on the Egyptian centre, with Lord Chelting attacking the alien aerial hero general. However even as combat is about to be entered, Morgenstein's machine whirrs into action, and the hero is once more ensorcelled.

With the Egyptian army having lost its CnC AND more points than the British, victory goes to the British, but ... wow.. what a hard fought battle.

It was one of those games that on a number of occasions swung both ways.

The game was fought between Nick, Andy and me, using 20mm armies and the WRG HotT (Hordes of the Things) rules.


  1. Great bat rep (pink gin!), and a great game, thanks boys! Dem some lovely figures too. 'D be keen for another!