Hobgoblins, Trolls and a GIant named Joe - Warhammering in 54mm

Professor Elf came by for an afternoon of Warhammer.  Surprised him by springing a game with Britains (and friends) instead of the 28's.  Luckily, and thankfully, he didn't run screaming away.

   A'kanslai's Rabid Reavers rip and ravage their way through peace-loving Pritonnia until they reach The Ravine of Reckoning.  It is here that the Might of Pritonnia, Big Jim the giant, and a friendly travelling hero, ask them to stop.   "Oi, but we be Hobgoblins!", shouts A'kanslai, "and we's OK!"

In answer, the Chevaliers D'Honneur, the flower of Pritonnian chivalry, charge towards the Trolls of Gamorr.   Big Jim throws in his support and chucks a large rock at the Hobgoblin centre. 

GI giant Joe slams into the knights. 

And takes them all out!

Meanwhile, Big Jim decides he much rather wave than throw any more big rocks.

Elsewhere on the battlefield, those Rapscasllions from Nottingham chase off the Hobgoblin fast cavalry.

While Hobgoblin heavy cavalry smashes into the "Villains". 

But wait!  These "Villains" are really Templars!  Templars in plate armour!  And these plated Templars have "Unending Righteousness" (can never lose their Stubborn and their Hatred)!!  

 But all this means nothing to the Treeman. 

He remains rooted to the spot.  Not taking sides, not even showing the slightest interest in the battle raging all around him.   (Each turn we diced to see if the Treeman would join the game.  But he never moved.)

I'm not really sure how to describe the travelling Hero's sudden rear attack on the Trolls from Gamorr.

The Trolls break and run. 

Although, all is not lost for the Hobgoblins.  They rip through the Pritonnian Longbow Wedge.

And GI giant Joe charges into Big Jim.  He uproots a tree along the way and raises it...

...to the cheers of encouragement from his fans in the stands. 

Unfortunately for Joe, Big Jim uses this pause to sneak in his own clubbing attack first, and,  WHACK!  The Winner!

The Hobgoblin Horde surrenders!

A super fun game.  Simply a joy to play with the Britains and the "Boy Dolls".  Big thanks to the Professor for being open to playing with these toys!

Being Inspired By The Beautiful BOYL Siege Game

Yesterday afternoon my son and I excitedly gobbled up the first of the BOYL pictures being posted.  After looking at the siege game it was decided that we MUST play a game with a castle.   So we quickly put together a couple siege towers out of cardboard and nails, and set about creating a table. 

   The Goblin scout, Sneaky Snit Gobblegit Sydney, finds a section of the Great Wall of Bretonnia that is under-defended. 

He tells some friends...

Soon The Great Black Orc Shaman, The Great Wazoo, hears the news, gathers an army unrestricted by edition, scratch-builds some 10 minute Siege-towers and...

   "There's the gate, Boyz!!!"

   "Orcs!  Orcs are approaching!  Raise the Militia!"

  Luckily there are some old friends passing through.  It's Bernard D'Bernard and The Wizard What's-His-Name!  Heroes of Bretonnia.   And everyone knows that great heroes do not cower behind walls - they sally forth to meet the enemy, of course!!

Action!  The Battle commences!   We used a flexible version of wonderful Warhammer 6th edition. 

Goblin bowfire is relentless!

Bernard D'Bernard and The Wizard What's-His-Name get into the thick of it.

There were many old friends in their original paint jobs on the battlefield.  These plastic Orcs were painted by my brother, Sgt. Strange, in 1988.  They find it hard balancing the battering ram while carrying their weapons, so every once and a while they have to rest.

The Orc magic thrown by The Great Wazoo is devastating!!  Here the Foot of Gork takes out my Crimson Brotherhood, my elite old foot knights!

The walls are stormed, and neglected plastics finally see some action.

Once inside, no door can hold back the Green Fury!

And now, once again, poor Bretonnia is beset upon by roving bands of bandits and raiders, giants and boars...

A Bit Of BOYL West Coast Style

I gotta admit that I'm getting giddy with excitement as the BOYL in Nottingham approaches.  So much so that I thought I would try and put together a little version of it here with a couple of my gaming mates - the eternal privates.  However, summer scheduling always seems to be such a nightmare.  But one doesn't get to be a Private by quitting!  Finding that I had the house to myself today, I moved a turntable and some speakers into the yard, grabbed a bottle of Pernod, and began putting a table together for my own personal BOYL.   Five hours of Hawkwind and Burning Spear later, it was done.

      The sacking of Sehrschonenheim was a wake-up call for all the Good Peoples of the Federation of Friends. 

     "These Chaos Excursions, these Orc raids, these Warlord pillages must be stopped!!"

Yeah, well, I got them set up.  Enjoyed looking at 'em.  Did a couple of funny voices that seemed to fit.  Then took a bunch of pictures and took all the whole thing down.  Fun way to spend a day though. 

The Exuberant Exultant Renaissance Dwarves and Ogres of Dusseldwarf Refuse to Accept The Empire's Demands For Uniformity