Friday, 17 February 2017

Cave lions

 The last core element for playtesting Palaeo Diet: Eat or be Eaten is the pack predators. Here I have opted for a pride of four DeeZee  large cats. They are sold as 'Jaguars, Leopards or Pumas', but given their size in relation to my wee hunters, I have painted them up (not very well I admit) as cave lions. The figures are very affordable and the sculpts aren't bad. 

In game terms, pack predators are highly strung beasts that are as likely to run away, or to lunge for the jugular. We are currently testing out a reaction that will see predators attack other beasts as well to keep the interactions dynamic. We'll see how it works.

Inniskilling Fusiliers command chappies and first blooding

I still have a couple of groups of eight fusiliers to do for my 'Skillings, but in preparation for a learning game of Sharp Practice 2 this week I have finished up my commanding officer, an ensign bearing the regimental colours, a drummer and a reverend. All are 15mm Blue Moon figures.

By the time I am done, my base force will be the better half of a company of the 27th Inniskillings along with a scouting party of a dozen Mohawk and a clutch of civilians. I know that, even then, it is unlikely that such a group would ever have had custody of the regimental colours, but... it'll look nice to occasionally pop it out on the table.


Below are a couple of photos from my introductory game of SP2. We only had small forces, three groups on my side, and four groups on the French-Indian side. This is not the place for a full review of the rules - I'd like to understand them better first - but it was a fun wee game in which Captain Hotspur gave the Frog a bloody nose and my bookish cultural attache to the Mohawk, Lieutenant FitzJames, engaged a noble savage in a duel and won!

 The dense woodlands of the American northeast are no match for the boys from Fermanagh.

Swift musketry decimates the French regulars.

FitzJames and his Mohawk bury the hatchet with their Francophilic opposites.

Monday, 13 February 2017

Galleys & Galleons for Salamis (306 BC)

Keith Finn (of Orca Finn Basement) has just posted a report of his replay of the Diadochic battle of Salamis (the one off Cyprus in 306 BC, not the Persian Wars one). 

This looks to have been a fairly massive game with three players a side and a total of 25 galleys in play. The fleets were broken down as follows: 

Ships of the attacking Ptolemaic fleet:Left Fleet (Joel) - 1 Septereme (7er) Flagship, 3 Quadriremes
Center Fleet (Mike D) - 1 Decareme (10er) Flagship, 3 Quinqueremes
Right Fleet (Mike S) - 1 Septereme (7er) Flagship, 3 Quadriremes

Ships of the defending Antigonid fleet:Left Fleet (Keith) - 1 Septereme (7er) Flagship, 1 Quinquereme (5er), 2 Triremes (3er)
Center Fleet (Allen) - 1 Decareme (10er) Flagship, 3 Quinqueremes (5er)
Right Fleet (Pthomas) - 1 Quinquereme(5er) Flagship, 4 Triremes (3er) all Q3 with Skilled Oarsmen

The post is well worth reading, so if you haven't already seen it (HERE), do pop over and check it out!

Monday, 6 February 2017

Song of Shadows and Dusk...

Over on the Song of Blades and Heroes Facebook group, Stefan has posted a few pictures of a recent game where he used Song of Shadows and Dust along with other rules borrowed from Fear and Faith to run a pulp game set during the War of 1812 (the one where the local lad from just down the road from me, Robert Ross, managed to burn down the White House). Below is Stefan's account of the game:

My gf and me started to play with Andrea's rules a few weeks ago. Was not that easy to get her into playing. Traumatized like most nerdy girls by an ex with 40k, she was sceptical about skirmish games... But she loves larp and pen and paper roleplay, so she gave it a try and found out that wargames really can be fun.

We played so far some games of Fear and Faith and SoBaH. Today was our first try on Song of Shadows and Dusk although in a Weird War of 1812 setting. So it's a Song of Crossover.

We did most of the game straight out of the book. It was noon, her (or better the snobby disgruntled english aristocrat's) objectives were "Keep the King's Peace" and mine (playing some colonial bandits) were "Looking for Trouble". The skirmish was fought in one of the states overrun by the redcoats early after the brits burned down the white house and brought their new steam tanks to bear. Some time before the intervention of the french at New Orleans and long before Horse Guards called for the Hellfire Club or Napoleon bringing the power of corsic witches to the battlefield. Long story short, just a few trouble makers how wanted to teach the new lords a lesson.

The Snobs
The bandits
Civilians ( Dogs use combined rules of poultry and mule)
The local a hothead, affiliate to a certain Lafitte, wanted to take the fight to the redcoats in hope of support of some of the locals. He even had a smart plan. Flank them on both sides and keep the more anonymous members of the warband in touch with the people to maybe turn some on their side.
Did not work out as planned... With his faithfull bodyguard, who had to leave Damascus because of his drinking habbits (my muslim flatmate says thats really, really haram) being a little bit slow because of a bad hangover, one of the henchmen discussing the best way to catch rabbits with an indian boy, and his lads with musket just hanging around, the wanna-be minuteman was a little bit worried, watching the steady approach of the disciplined lackeys of the british empire (we simply ignore the historical fact that the empire is a victorian thing).

But you dont get friends with french pirates, if you dont have a card up your sleeve. Declaring that it was his plan all along to lure the brits in a trap of false confidence, he took the fight to close quarters right in the middle of the village. The british so far did not even shoot in fear to hurt and bring up civilians against them (child miniatures are great to bring your girlfriend into a moral dilemma).

Last Man Standing
At first it looked like a stalemate with civilians nearby running way... until our young hero killed the aristocrat's dog in a not very pleasant way to watch. This lead to a chain reaction that was the end of the british rule in this part of the colonies.

Tja... �