"So, let me get this straight," enquired Tychon stringing his bow, "we are picking a fight with Spartans over a bunch of valuable resources?"
Leandros looked at the archer, and under his kranoa, raised an eyebrow, "If you mean free a bunch of captives, who are set to become slaves, yes "
Polykratos slapped the Lochagos on the back "All very noble, but you know slavery is the engine which drives all our economies."
"But not as helots."
"Fair point."
David popped over for a fight a couple of weeks back. His Spartan types taking on the might of my Thespian horde.
Scenario was a five turn, objective grab. Two points for the central one, one point each for the others. David insisted on using his slaves. Don't zoom in too closely. Randomly placed terrain landed the big hill in David's deployment area, the temple of Artemis in mine.
A quick dive forwards secures objectives one, while Tychon and the archers draw a bead on David's advancing Spartans.
Arrows reach out and touch someone! Six hits from four dice is just rude.
Both of us divert round the fallen pillar to try and secure the captive by the well.
More shots pile into David's Hoplites.
The inevitable fight breaks out (let's face it, wargames would be boring without the fights). His promarchous and Polykratos deal blows
Unfortunately, those blows were also coming my way! My throws and Yowch!! That was one of his hoplites out for the count.
Giving David sway over the central objective, if it were not for the intervention of Leandros himself, who decided that the safest option was to stand with his back to the well while Polykratos headed uphill to stop David's peltasts trying to flank the captive at the well.
A few more hits convert!
The two lochagoes hammer into each other. David's archers look on, amused and also relieved they aren't caught up in this fight.
Polykratos, on his second life after suffering a chest wound, is taken down, but he has held the Spartans off the well long enough to secure a hard fought draw. Both Lochagoes are pushed back. Night falls, and the wounded are patched up.
Both warbands are bloodied and damaged, but no clear winner emerges.
Resting in the shade of a column, the wounded Polykratos leans out to shout at the departing Spartans "We'll call that a draw then!"
Leandros looked at the archer, and under his kranoa, raised an eyebrow, "If you mean free a bunch of captives, who are set to become slaves, yes "
Polykratos slapped the Lochagos on the back "All very noble, but you know slavery is the engine which drives all our economies."
"But not as helots."
"Fair point."
David popped over for a fight a couple of weeks back. His Spartan types taking on the might of my Thespian horde.
Scenario was a five turn, objective grab. Two points for the central one, one point each for the others. David insisted on using his slaves. Don't zoom in too closely. Randomly placed terrain landed the big hill in David's deployment area, the temple of Artemis in mine.
A quick dive forwards secures objectives one, while Tychon and the archers draw a bead on David's advancing Spartans.
Arrows reach out and touch someone! Six hits from four dice is just rude.
Both of us divert round the fallen pillar to try and secure the captive by the well.
More shots pile into David's Hoplites.
The inevitable fight breaks out (let's face it, wargames would be boring without the fights). His promarchous and Polykratos deal blows
Unfortunately, those blows were also coming my way! My throws and Yowch!! That was one of his hoplites out for the count.
Giving David sway over the central objective, if it were not for the intervention of Leandros himself, who decided that the safest option was to stand with his back to the well while Polykratos headed uphill to stop David's peltasts trying to flank the captive at the well.
A few more hits convert!
The two lochagoes hammer into each other. David's archers look on, amused and also relieved they aren't caught up in this fight.
Polykratos, on his second life after suffering a chest wound, is taken down, but he has held the Spartans off the well long enough to secure a hard fought draw. Both Lochagoes are pushed back. Night falls, and the wounded are patched up.
Both warbands are bloodied and damaged, but no clear winner emerges.
Resting in the shade of a column, the wounded Polykratos leans out to shout at the departing Spartans "We'll call that a draw then!"Tychon considers kicking him in the ribs, but the damage he has taken there means this would not be fair. Funny, but unfair
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