Death Comes To Green's Bottom

 Yesterday's game was an absolute corker!

After commands being allocated randomly, we kicked off at about 11AM with the Forces Of Good steaming forward at a fair old clip on the left and centre, whilst the right flank moved forward more cautiously, forming a nasty combination of infantry columns and lines, with cavalry probing forwards on the flanks.

Arrows and magical missiles flew, causing some disarray in the centre of the Forces of Evil.

This was pretty much the way it went for the first couple of turns, with the FOG dominating the movement, and the FOE trying to reduce the damage they were taking.

Turn 3 saw the tables turmed and the FOE swept forward, taking some substantial damage, with the unit of gargoyles which had got ahead of the main body, getting it's wings clipped by a unit of Hobbit Knights.

The Orc trebuchet on the right flank having had two turns of good fortune, completely missed the mark.

We broke for lunch, for which a small farm had given it's life and a mountain of cream, strawberries and sponge threatened an avalanche, all washed down with adult beverages and some excellent banter.

Then it was back to the fray with both sides committing their reserves. The FOG threw in 8 units of Knights and the FOE, 9 Giants, both bodies having been previously allocated points of entry - right across from each other!

The Knights kept charging the Giants, resulting in some serious bloodshed, whilst in the centre, the Centaurs who had rushed forward, were eventually blunted and turned into hose meat patties by 60 Goblin wolf riders before the tide turned somewhat with the evil mage 'Mad Ferritt' getting above his station and urging his palanquin bearers into hand to hand combat - where he was beaten to a pulp by a unit of fanatical cavalry under the command of the infamous Canon Fyre of the Churh Of The Holy Blue Circle.

On the left of the FOE, things were getting a bit sticky. One of the two Gnoll archer units ran out of ammunition whilst some Gnoll cavalry came off the worse againt a strong shield wall of Dwarven warriors.

A nasty exchange took place between the Hobbit Mage 'Bob Gristle' and Orc Cleric 'Mental Mikki', resulting in Mental Mikki simply twatting the unfortunate Hobbit with a big stick whilst getting a good kicking himself.

Play ended at 6PM, with a genuine stalemate as the left flanks of the the repective armies began to weaken.

The heaviest bloodshed had been at one end of the table where the village of Green Bottom with it's surrounding woods stymied the efforts of both sides to get a decisive advantage, resulting in a meat grinder effect.

It was brilliant to get the band back together as it were, and the air was blue with oaths, threats and general piss taking. As usual, my dice rolling was piss poor, apart from the final turn where I gained the initiative for the Forces of Evil.

The S.P.U.R.S rules worked well, and we able to also make a few notes to refine and tighten them up, going forward.

Now, I have to set up for the second of the three planned games, and another group of players.

I'll post pics of yesterday's game once I have them in my possession.



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