Sitting by the light of candles, the Mage looked around. her party lacked a member. "Where is the Warrior?" she asked from beneath her mask, as she took a drink from a golden goblet. "Not seen him since he went off wandering," the Knight replied, sharpening his axe on whetstone; much to the discontent of the other denizens of the bar. The Armadillo with No Name picked his teeth with the skewer that he had had a grub from. "He said he was helping out a trade caravan." The Ranger looked at the Knight and hissexunder her breath, "Put the axe down, you are scaring the locals!" There was a thump as the axe was placed on the floor. various animals suddenly took a lot more interest in their drinks and food. "You might want to read the mission briefing next time Knight," the Ranger laughed, the mood lifted, "you were told that the victim was not to be harmed." "Victim, you mean fugitive." The Knight shook his head, "...
Marjk and I got together for another fun scrap of Soldiers of Napoleon. This time I took my 10mm 1813-15 Prussians, while Mark dug out his 15mm French. A stream crossed the battlefield. A large wood sat left, a small copse right, with a hill on the right. My cavalry sat on the hill, menacing. Two hussars a unit of dragoons ans an uhlan. In the centre a brigade of infantry (2 musketeers, a fusilier, and a landwher, with extra artillery and full caissons) To either side of the stream the rught hand brigade, with one artillery battery with a landwher cavalry unit. Mark's elite Hussars cavalry swings left, his infantry masses in the centre, and two dragoons with artillery hold the right. Mark's first card was 'Senior Commander Injured', leaving me down a command card for the whole game, and no access to rerolls. Plus this gives Mark a bunch of Victory Points. That made life somewhat difficult as Mark would always have the final say each round after playing alternate cards...