FIW and Classical Ancients

Well here is buy one get one free - as I paid for them with defeats dearly, hahah!

French-Indian Wars (15mm, Rebels & Patriots):
We decided to put Mikes 15mm FIW collection to the test, me and his son Alex playing the Brits, while he umpired and Campbell and Bart were playing the French and Indians.

Well what turned out to be a disaster soon, was still enjoyable. Bart did get the Indians and used them as a steam roller against my feeble Brits and didn't let me near the wooden huts (scenario objective) - but I wiped them off board for this insufferable affront ... but it didn‘t change the outcome - we were beaten. And yes maybe the Indians are, just a tiny wee bit too strong ... and I miss my closing fire, the firing lines seem to be as effective as your usual common American open order rabbles ... but that is just me .. whining on high neveau ... (horse noise) ...

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Classical Ancients, (28mm, To the Strongest):

Me (Classical Greeks) and Peter (Macedonian Greeks) were facing the Romans (Campbell, Alisdair and Bart (a mix of times) on a straight board, what could go possibly go wrong! Aces, I tell you, Aces they were everywhere! Most re-occuringly in mine and Peters card stash it seemed!

The Romans proceeded and Even if Bart got stuck a bit and for a second it seemed I could just hold while Peter would trash Campbell ... Peter just got annihilated! I don't know how, can‘t be Campbell's tactical experience, he isn‘t used to that, yes you guess right a lot of aces on Peter ...

Well then again I stood in my second TTS game with an disintegrated flank there against a bunch of Romans fro the future. The only interesting thing would be how long it would take them to take me down now ... a quarter to ten they did, pulled the last phalanx off the table ...

Next time we need to mix these pesky Romans, TTS seem to be written just for them! I need a roman flank that does not dissapear within 3 turns!

The Capture of Fort Williams 1758

Let me tell you, dear reader, and brace yourselves about the ghastly horrors,  I have to unveil before your very eyes. In the year of 1758 in a small wooded valley in Arcadia with roads made from grand-ma's stockings at the small but pittoresque Fort of William, are the blood curling events about to enfold!

The black smoke rising of the farms all around were the first sign of the doom to come, so myself collected the remnants of the British survivors of the rural skirmishes at the fort and waited for His Majesty's investment (played by Bill) to come.

Then we saw the old enemy (the French played by Derek) and the sauvages (played by Jack) hiding at the end of the woods and showering the fort with musket balls.

These wildlings weren't playing by the rules (Musket and Tomahawk in this case), and we knew this!
The situation within the fort was getting more and more confusing, with Militias cowering between civilians and empty old useless guns.  A redcoat fell every second from the battlements, baby's were crying. Then the colonel of the fort Sir Qualborogh decided to make a stand and guide the few civilians, mostly women and children, out into the freedom of the forrest.

But then the wicked French came to stand in their way and shot into the crowd without warning!!!
Barley to be able to hold their kids in their blood soaked skirts, they hurled themselves at the mercy of these ungallant foes, and in doing so even killed one of them! Then the massacre started and even the old colonel was to perish trying to impress these ruthless mercenaries of death, but to no avail!
Night was falling and hiding the true horrors of this crime.

Shame and blood collected this very day at the colours of the Bourbon marauders!

But worse was still to come - the blood curling ululations of the approaching sauvages beat the mind of the tormented militias hiding behind the wooden walls. And it was just second thereafter as the first wildlings was seen on the top of the battlements of the fort. They were in!!!

Here the report ends as the trauma of the sufferings is too great to reveal itself.
And we must wait for years to come until this fort or for better words this graveyard, shall be mentioned again.

Very peaceful, almost quiet calm is betraying our minds of the truly terrible things to come!

The face reveals nothing, but they need secrecy to grow - the thoughts of destruction!

The fiendish sauvages roaming in the wild woods!

The bad indians are stopping right at the tree line.

The civilians from the surrounding country side are coming before the gates will be closed! 

Under watchful eyes of His Majesty's rangers - the enemy does't dare to come near.

The shooting starts around the overcrowded busy little fort 

Two old guns were found, but no ammunition for them ...

The French regulars are approaching ...

... just in the moment when Colonel Qualborough decided to lead his majesty's subjects into freedom

As you can see (gun smoke) the brute devils are murdering innocent civilians!!!

Even as the stout American mothers hurl their babies at them to appease them ...

... and unfortunately in doing so killing one of the softer built French regulars ... 

... where upon the French death squad repeatedly fusiliering these innocent victims!

And so in a last cavalier gesture, Sir Col. Qualborogh dies in defending the dead bodies of women and children!

Meanwhile the sneaky Chief Cowardly Crow and his tribe advancing towards wall in cover of the nightfall. 

In cover of the night the French are leaving the cover of the woods.

... just a few rangers are left and no ammunition, and we all know how that will end!