Carruthers new adventures part 2...

Carruthers regrouped his forces and a few days later pushed back into the jungles. Emerging through the jungles he wasn't the only one to feel a tremor of terror as he saw arrayed before his a=forces an army of spiders, rattling and rearing, ready for the fight. A good day for the brown trousers eh wot!!

The spiders stood in defence of their lair ...

Carruthers had other plans of course .... and the steam robot, and his artillery, were ready and waiting, hoping to do some serious squishing today.

Carruthers himself stood ready to do battle, with two ranks of stout hearted bayonet armed British infantry to his front, and a large steam robot on his flank!!

As the advance proceeded, the skies were filled with thunderous roaring, and the great Spider God appeared.

Carruthers advanced his forces through another patch of jungle, but the boys found themselves quickly ensnared in battle with a series of creepy lurking spiders... now that's damned unbritish!! But these were stout British lads, and they quickly saw of first one unit of these dastardly ambushers,....

... and then another.

As the spider hero lead her forces hurriedly towards the British forces, a great roar echoed through the jungle as the British artillery took aim at the spider hero herself....

and in a sticky gooey spray across the jungle she was no more, leaving the spider forces leaderless, fleeing from the battlefield. Carruthers could rest easy that he had finally begun the conquest of this foul land in earnest. But the advance must go on.

By Gad Carruthers...

There had been some mystery about the whereabouts of General Carruthers after his disappearance in action during his failed expedition to distant lands. However he had reappeared at Horse Guards and, while no-one quite new the story, his rehabilitation into the British Army had gone smoothly, although rumours abounded about why he had suffered demotion to Brigadier without being cashiered completely. Regardless of the story, here he was once more commanding an expedition to some distant far off land in order to plant the flag for the Queen. Rumours had abounded of magic and mischief of a sort most particularly unbritish!!!

So Nick and I got together for an afternoon of gaming as we fought a series of themed and linked games following yet more of the adventures of cad and philanderer General (or is that Brigadier) Carruthers. As the theme of the day would see the British VSF army on the offense in all of the battles (that's just the way we planned it) we decided that we would take turns using the attackers and defenders to make sure that we each got additional 'gaming variety.

Forces were marshaled, although he hadn't been trusted with more than a steam powered robot and some artillery to support his troops, after his previous debacles. Upon landing he pushed his troops into the jungle, but news of the landing had spread, and soon jungle tribes were marshaled in front of his forces.

Apes and beasts abounded along the enemy battle lines in support of the tribespeople.

Mysterious sounds and incantations emanated from the enemy lines. and before Carruthers could pour his next cuppa bolts of lightening shot forth into the British lines, leaving smoking boots where riflemen had previously stood.

As if this had been a signal, the entire line of tribesmen surged forward.

Fierce fighting with claw and tooth, spear and spell, saw battle ebb and flow, with guns and men falling to the attack of beasts, until ... Carruthers very command post was attacked by the Shaman of the ancient tribes, leaving Carruthers the sole survivor. With those about believing Carruthers to be lost, a general advance to the rear seemed to be in order for the remaining British forces.

For Carruthers the battle had just begun, it was time to marshall his forces and get serious with another attempt to penetrate the interior; trouble was certainly afoot!! By Gad Suh!!!!

The 'Improbabilty sphere'

I normally seem to operate under the influence of my own very personal 'improbability sphere' when I wargame. Think Don Adams, "Get Smart" and the cone of silence and you have the right idea. I don't mean that I always roll 6's when I need them, and 1's when I need them; rather the complete opposite.

It was with some surprise therefore when, during the course of another fantastic Volley and bayonet game with friends Jon and Adrian (played using Jon's wonderful 6mm Napoleonic armies.. the game was French vs Spanish/British a la Peninsula war) that we noted a crack appearing in the improbability sphere, as if the very fabric of reality was rent asunder (sounds a little like those GW backgrounders to their army books and codices - sorry!!).

It's worthy of note because it is indeed such a rare event. Almost every time I needed a hit in combat I got one, almost all failed morale checks occurred in parts of the line that were not under immediate threat of attack, and so on. Anyone else carry their own improbability sphere around with them?

I'm pondering when I'm likely to emerge from under it again? 2020 maybe?? We live in hope. Meanwhile I guess it's back under the improbability sphere for me.

Dude carried by shield bearers ...

There I go again, flitting from one thing to another. This time, it's those Dwarf characters that have sat in their boxes for quite a few months. Now, I always thought, anyone who goes to war carried on a shield has to be pretty cool, and this GW Dwarf chieftain carried by shield bearers is a must for a Dwarf army.

I thought ahead, and pinned the Chieftain to the shield, but as always I didn't quite think far enough ahead, because just after I'd photographed these guys, the shield itself came away from the bearers.. more pinning required. The other character is a Runesmith, apparently quite useful in a magic packed environment like WFB.

Rumble in the jungle ....

A dark ale and a lager, Nick's good company, and a couple of HotT armies - his Indians again, and my Lost Worlds.. shaping up to be a cracker evening. The armies deployed, both hoping that the Gods would favour them.

The Lost Worlds forces were seeking out treasure and sacrifices for their Ape God, and were hoping that they might find grist for the sacrificial altar in the Indian stronghold.

The Ape war bands forged forward, with the general mounted on his royal elephant in support. The forces of magic were also afoot, searing magic spells arcing across the sky, devastating bolts surging from finger tips.

The ape war bands hit the warrior lines, and the LW's right flank was under immediate pressure as their beasts were driven from the field.

However not to be outdone, the LW's behemoth T-Rex devoured the Indian beasts, and was still hungry for more.

Things became very confused in the centre as war band battled war band. Pterodactyls swooped into the Indian rear, trying to kill the Indians from their rear.

The T-Rex however had perhaps bitten off more than it could chew, and fell beneath the swiping claws and ravening jaws of yet more Indian beasts.

Finally the LWs incantations were answered, and the mighty Ape God appeared.

The Indian Hero finally made it to battle, tackling the threat to his war band's rear, and a Pterodactyl fell from the skies.

But the Ape God moved in to attack the Indian war bands from their rear, in support of the war band general who had been locked in battle for many turns.

Victory was theirs, and many would be the sacrifices to the Ape God this night.

Back on our own planet, Nick and I managed a second game in which he taught me a lesson or two, giving me a reasonably sound thrashing in return for this defeat. A great night's 'gaming.

New monkey war bands... and a quick Monday night game.

Nick has just finished a group of monkeys for his HotT armies.. a mix of warbands and hordes, for his semi historical Indian army and a delightful african animal army (... very cool concept). So he suggested we have a quick game with the Indians complete with monkey warbands. It seemed only right that the Victorian adventurers should front up the challenge.

The warbands were flanked by their beast supports as they moved into the rough terrain.

On the adventurers' flank their artillery took guard.

On their left the adventurers deployed shooters and their steam robot (behemoth).

The beasts headed towards the flanking artillery intent on doing some serious damage.

Two ones fell from Nick's hand, and both beast units were dead.... animal activists everywhere were up in arms!!

On his other flank Nick decided to go for it, with his hero general leading the charge into the adventurers' shooters and behemoth, supported by his loyal monkey warbands and his trusty magician.

There was lots of 'argy bargy', pushing and shoving!!

And then the Indian God appeared.... ooo darn!!!

A quick flanking attack on the behemoth....

A frontal attack on an artillery stand.. 'I'm a God, I don't give a damn!!'

... and the warbands finished the business, taking down more shooters..all over. The adventurers (well what was left of them) fled the jungles.

A great (and unexpected) mid week game.. and the monkeys look great!!!

Persians face off against Carthaginians...

Nick's birthday (where have those 28 years gone??), some pizza and red wine with the whole family, and... DBA....  Late Carthaginians vs Late Archaemenid Persians, both Book 2 Armies and ALMOST historical foes (but not quite). Both armies were painted by Nick, and are a mix of HaT and Caesar figures. DBA and a glass of Calvados, shaping up to be a good game.

A steep hill dominated the centre of the battlefield, and both sides pushed light troops forward to try to gain the advantage.

Meanwhile the Carthaginian 'panzer wedge', two elephants, pushed forward on the Carthaginian right.

The battle raged across the steep hill.

There were two bases if spear in the rough going, expecting to hold out against the Carthaginian mounted wing.

And they may have done so had it not been for several ones in a row from the Persian player... ouch!!

But the Persian light troops won the battle for the steep terrain, winning the bate for the Persians, even though the Carthaginian elephants were progressively pushing the Persian cavalry back.

Another great game, and one of the tightest I've played for quite a while. I managed to squeak the win, as much from a couple of badly timed poor die rolls from Nick.

Yep, another great evening. It's as much about the company as it is about the game.