Friday, 16 September 2016

The miracle of Rikert's estate around 1012

Medievistica can be a bitch sometimes ...

Ritzebüttel (the estate of Rikert) was probably just heap of dung at that time (mentioned first in 1325 AD), as well as the Otterndorfer counts were just a wet dream of an up coming farmer ... and for many other reasons we can sent the saga of the Orkney vikings in Bremen into the land of fairy tales.

The reality was that, as connoissseurs of the "Gesta Hammaburgensis" probably know, the Askomannen (as the locals charmingly dubbed the vikings) that dared into these lands, received a very different greeting from lets say other islands or coasts. At the battle of Glindesmoor, for example, they were "slain to the last man". And even a Sven Estridsson was imprisoned by these folks once (before he would be king of Danemark).

So me and Angus just aired some of our Dark Age miniatures (mine even half-finished) to freshen up our rusty Saga wisdom and have a go at each other. So maybe more an Danish Eric against an old Billunger count ...

The skirmish was successful and interpretable, but I think I lost in the end, if not the complete overview of the battle, so I won't distress with details and just shine some light into the joyful event of that dark period.

For the more delectarii please see Angus's "report":
http://www.edinburghwargames.com/the-ritzebuttel-raid-1012/ )


Funny blokes in funny hats came over the see ...

Yes, flags missing ...

and even the basing  ...
and just 6 crossbowmen ...
and just 6 Miletes ...

And even my warlord wasn't ... just a normal foot soldier figure ...










Wednesday, 14 September 2016

More Prussians for FPW ...

Some FPW Prussian 10mm Pendraken have arrived ...

Oh, Freude über Freude!

I spare you the "blech", here is the joy ...

Léo Delibes, Lakmé
https://youtu.be/8Qx2lMaMsl8

Jaques Offenbach, Bacarolle - Les Contes d'Hoffman, Hoffman's Erzählungen
https://youtu.be/jrjl7HWjMjw

Saturday, 10 September 2016

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!

Thursday, 1 September 2016

The Battle of Florence, AD 1528 or so ...

An all out battle, where everybody is already moved up in line and is ready for charge! That was the request from last time, so I obliged and we used this fictional battle to rally all alongside two 6x4 tables and have a go at each other Pike &Shotte style...

On the Imperial side was Jack on the right flank, with his own Florentines. While Donald played the Kaiser in the middle with my landsknechts, and Bart loved his role as Spanish Cavalry command on the left.

The opposition was Angus' Venetians on the French right flank opposing Jacks Florentines. English Michael was jumping in for Bill and playing the knucklehard Swiss against Donalds Imperial centre, while Campbell as French King led the attack of the Gendarmes against the Spanish on the French right.

The Imperials started the war (again) and moved first, a special rule allowed the CinCs to transfer either units or commander 3 times in the battle - so the Kaiser Donald gave his Gendarmes to El Bartolo, but the whole flank didn't moved and so gave the initiative to the French. On the other side of the table nothing much happened as the Italians just shot a little bit at each other ... a situation that should evolve into stranger things as we will see. In the centre gunshots were exchanged and unhappy screening Halberdiers and Arquebusiers were shot and maimed. The Inferno had nicely started.

On the Imperial left, Campbell was eager to get his Gendarmes into Spanish flesh, (2 Gendarmes and 3 Archer actually, enough to make anybody tremble). But I (as the sadistic Umpire) had warned that this time the Galloper rule would force Gendarmes into all following units - even pikes. That was what Bart exploited menacingly against Campbell by deploying Spanish pike behind his Ginets. The French Metal wave started and promptly vaporised the Spanish light cavalry only to be caught charging into Spanish pikes. For the first time in our club actually, gendarmes nearly broke Pike (Campbell forgot his d3 combat result, he will never do this again, my guess). Thus leaving shaken gendarmes in front of shaken but not broken Spanish pike!

In the centre Swiss Michael  slowly advanced while both sides amused themselves with hard hitting cannon balls. As all Italian side, suspicious shots were fired, and some half hearted Horse attacks followed, drawing less blood than they should have.

As the terror of the guns continued the pikes drew slowly nearer and one support unit after the other went into the grass, the French archer attacked the Imperial centre but got caught in a Hailshot of a Basilisk and a third of this elite bite the dust. The Spanish just needed an all out charge of the rest of the German Cavalry - which hesitated ...

There suddenly was a movement on the Italian flank. the two old morally depraved condottieri decided Italians don't kill themselves (as they had failed to do so for the last 3 turns) and marched against the respecting centre opponents in a somewhat belligerent entente cordiale - to the shock of all others.

Now in the end phase the killing really got murderous, the centre clashed, we had a bad war between Donald and Michael, but the Swiss were to peppered and broke. On the cavalry flank Bart tried to regroup was again and again frustrated by bad command rolls, while Campbell got the chance and reformed with more than half of his Heavy metals.

On the Italian flank a wave of chaos that got tactical very messy, like a bolognese sauce, you love it but you can't avoid the mess.

At 22PM I called the shots and low and behold counted a victory for the good old holy roman Empire (5-6 units) - Florence was saved.

I guess I had fun like everybody else, and I also enjoyed the harsher galloper rule, making the gendarmes less of 1st choice of killer weapon. It seems that with my few house rules we have achieved somewhat of a renaissance balance (the paper-scissor stone thing).

Maybe we should think of a weekend battle in the near future ...

Figures: Venetians provided by Angus, Florentins by Jack,  French and Spanish and Swiss by Donald and the Germans and the guns and some Pavisiers by myself.

Sorry about the terrain, it would have gotten in the way.

The set -up 
Some of the house rules 
Campbells proud French Noblesse made from pure steel 
Jacks Florentiners
Angus as the Doge 
The initial deployment 
The Imperial Guns are a blazing 
French Gendarmes d'Ordonnance are falling into the Pike trap
Nothing much has a chance against French heavy cavalry
While the Italians are almost peaceful 
But then the Venetian are turning toward the centre

While the Florentines are just watching - traitors?

While the Imperial Centre stands as a rock 
Blazing away against the Swiss
But in the distance disturbing movements ...

And at last the Swiss impress even the longest standing veteran
Venetian Spezies are crashing into the  centre 
The Swiss finally make contact of the blunt kind to the misery of the Landsknechts
The front lines are blurring into a convoluted mess
No one knows friend from foe, but still firing ...