well played. sweaty wool is always an attraction.Er - yeah….. :?
Brilliant, as always.Neither - she had a vague idea it was something to do with Women's’ Suffrage….
Has Lady Ferocity been reading John Knox or Terry Pratchett? ;)
Look forward to more adventures by the MRW.Coming right up…..
It looks like I have some catching up to do.Yes you do - all this gallivanting in foreign parts….
Don't wait, Carry on Regardless.
With a family like this no wonder Sir Rufus Pitt-Bulstrode is often called upon to sort these situations out. Looking forward to more tales poor Smallbottom and the Monstrous Regiment ofRighto - here we go:TerrorWomen
...and so the tension builds. Marvellous! Silas Grundy's mates look suitably scary. :oHay - let’s take a straw poll on that…..!
My money is on the MRW and Lady Ferocity - this is so quirky love it.It never does to bet against them
I believe the MRW will beat the stuffing out of those fellas. :D:D
My hat's off tp the Ladies. May they elevate the nature of their deeds into the stuff of legend!Well, let’s see how things are going:
Great report! Lovely figures!
The MRW are looking suitably heroic. However, I can't help but worry that Silas and his tatterdemalion straw-men are going to be a problem for the formidable ladies.
Huh, a scarecrow thwarted by barbed wire. lol
Down with Silas and his strawmen :-[
Up with Bunty Thimble and her girlfriends :-*
The figures and names are brilliant, I wish I could be as inventive.
Well done and it's wine and nibbles time here so cheers as well.
Perhaps Recreation and Reality should consider an expeditious withdrawal to warn others more suited to violence that they are being flanked?
And what happened to Reality?
Brilliant! Lovely game!Thank you…. :)
A question I often have myself! lolI think we’re on the same wavelength - is it an age thing? I’m old…… :D
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Ahh-ha….! Thats what happened to Reality.
......Will Sir Rufus have prevailed, well my moneys on him , two shillings and six pence should cover it.
My money's US Dollars. What was the exchange rate back then? ;)A lot more favourable to the £ than it is now.
It’s all too likely that the peace of Much Rampling is about to be ripped asunder…….
Is 'Mrs. P.' the psychopathic housekeeper from Lower Loxley? Aka, Mrs. Pugsley? If so, watch out!
No - Mrs Perkins - mother of Peggy Archer the notorious bordello operator and drug dealer.
Blimey, guv'nor! I thought she was six feet under, pushing up the daisies! Old Polly Perkins is still running the Ambridge underworld, eh? Well, well, well. Wasn't Mrs. P. implicated when the Old Bill discovered Walter Gabriel in flagrante delicto during a raid on the Grey Gables Discipline Parlour?Mrs P and Walter share a lively, not to say lurid, history. However these days, her main activity is being supremely irritating to the Ambridge capo di tutti Dan Archer. Her daughter, Peggy is much more involved in the Archer "business" on a daily basis.
Rousing, in the best meaning of the word! Always happy to hear more of the craziness that you fellas get up to!
Looks as if the tension is mounting. Keep it coming.
Smallbottom seems to be one of those blokes who enters the pub at the head of a group, but by the time you get to the bar, he's behind everybody else!
I think we've reached the calm before the storm. My guess is that gunplay will break out at any time now....
I just knew Sir Rufus and his allies would come out on top. It's good to know that, at least for now, the cause of law and order has prevailed! Well done!You know, I had that feeling also ;) And now, Sir Rufus can turn his attention to some of the other pressing problems facing him. For instance, what is all this talk of strange happenings in the woods all about? And can these rumours of flying columns of Trotskyists just back from Spain be true? And where are those reinforcements from the Wiltshire police that were promised weeks ago? Hopefully these questions will be resolved soon.
Indeed what a relief! Poor Smallbottom. Will he ever recover his nerve?That’s a good question - somehow I doubt it. I think a career of giving comforting lectures to WI meetings may be the future for Smallbottom.
Dan, Tom Forrest, Sizzler Fry and young Phil are all taken into custody - all the leading lights of the Archer gang have now been taken care of.
I suspect Smallbottom will recover slowly, no doubt the medics will prescribe a long course of helmet-buffing?
What a relief though, that Sir Rufus has won through. These delinquent miscreants must have several books thrown at them, bring on the hanging judge!
Great story, Doug.
♫ It's beginning to look a lot like Fishmen.. ♪♪If only it were that simple :)
Only one good way to tell. Quick and repeated application of a stout walking stick to the fish head while admonishing the miscreants for causing such a fuss should do the trick.
Cracking stuff! What if, not everyone has a papier-mâché head…
In the grim and sombre darkness that is Fawcett Magna, there is only trepidation and fear! :o
Papier-mâché or real, there are sinister forces at work here, or so Captain Hamish MaCaroon (seen below) of the Fawcett Magna Fencibles leads me to believe.
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What a fantastically sinister picture! Love it!
Superb! and so strange... :o :oThanks, Patrice - good to hear from you :)
It reminds me of one of the Abomey royal statues from Benin.
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Ooh - now there’s an idea :o
I've seen these statues and other things from Abomey royal palace a few times in Paris. They were taken by French colonial troops in 1892, and have been very recently given back (...the French Assemblée nationale had to vote a law to allow their return because they were registered as state property!)
I've always thought they could give inspirations for scenarios... ;)
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I suspect the Grumblers are a bunch of crotchety old fellas then?
I suspect the Grumblers are a bunch of crotchety old fellas then?It’s a bit of a giveaway, isn’t it :)
You mean like the Gentlemen of Much-Piddling?Whatever gave you that idea…..? Ahh - I was forgetting Vagabond :D
You have a care Doug ex EM4, I do read this nonsense occasionally.
When the winds from the north and my hogshead of Old Peculiar is well filled and there's nothing else to do, or at least when the wifi is in ascendency over Venus and Mars is depleting into the morning sky.
I look forward to hearing more of The Grumblers, they sound like people I'm vaguely acquainted with.
You’re a bit of a poet Mr Vagabond :)
However the truth of the matter is that it was late at night and the 2nd 3rd or maybe the 4th glass of wine must have gone to my head a little. lol lol
Well, for that you may be forgiven...late night libations, if libated properly, can be a very good thing! ;)
We're speaking the same language here. :)
The Grumblers were a kind of informal club of local men, mainly middle-aged, who met irregularly to moan about the state of the world and how it could be improved.
Just catching up with the thread: if it's not one thing it's another in Fawcett Magna...Yep - it’s a jungle out there (almost literally in the Manor Park)
Somehow, this sounds familiar?Except that The Grumblers are "middle-aged" whilst The Piddlers……aren’t😊.
I absolutely and utterly love the vicar’s name. Worthy of P G Woodhouse is that :DThanks for that - naming characters is a big part of the fun.
Nice installment!Glad you’re enjoying it.
I have a question; can you show the two sides of the Manor house/derelict house?
Looking forward to the game report...
Looking good, keep it coming! :-*
Sounds like a blast! Great idea for a night game…
Mike Demana
Turn 4 has arrived and we have an encounter. I’ll have to return to this later - I’ve just been summoned to dinner
Liquid lunch is it? Spot of the old G&T in the deckchair, newspaper folded over face, after lunch snooze!
"These Grumblers have no bloody sense of humour!"It could be that the clue is in the name ;)
Thanks - not having any real control over any of the characters gives it a different feel from my usual games.
Story continuing to very absorbing, keep it coming.
I return to Blighty and what do I find but the Grumblers running amok in some dark scary wood and Seldom Penitent frightened of a Snapcase fish head.I think you may be expecting too much from The Grumblers but you never know. And welcome back from your travels.
It really won't do, where's their backbone, they must pull themselves together and advance in a bold, brave style. Even if it is to their death.
Quite the entertaining read! I think you are definitely on the right track for a fun soloThank, Mike. I have a couple more Turns to write up but I’ve been otherwise engaged.
game!!
Mike Demana
Well, it's always darkest just before the dawn. That's hat "they" say. Whoever "they" are...They don’t appear to be I regret to say. Details later but it’s fir to say that some of The Grumblers have a lot more to grumble about than previously. :(
Presuming that particular adage is based in reality, mayhaps the Grumblers will sort themselves out and get on with the business at hand......
They don’t appear to be I regret to say. Details later but it’s fir to say that some of The Grumblers have a lot more to grumble about than previously. :(
Doug
He turns and runs, trips over a root, falls heavily, hits his head and loses consciousness.
Peregrine, preoccupied with trying to find the park gates, is unaware of Seldom and his predicament.
<this incident was resolved by the usual rolls-a-die method - I hadn’t made rules in advance to cover it. I thought that someone who’d failed to move for "X" turns because his courage failed him, was now alone with no torch or lantern, in a spooky place where supernatural beings may be lurking was very likely to panic. But I gave him a chance not to. However, he failed his dice roll (he got "1" on a d10) so he ran. Another dice roll had him tripping up and a third roll had him knocked unconscious. Then it occurred to that he may have yelled in terror on seeing Peregrine or just ran in silence. If he yelled or screamed, it may effect the rest of his group, now out of sight. More dice rolls. I reckoned it was more than evens that he’d cry out, given his character and circumstances. Result - he screams; this may affect what Rev Mother and his two followers do next Turn. In an ordinary game, all these impromptu dice rolls would be tedious but in a solo game, it doesn’t matter. The game will probably take weeks to resolve so no rush>.
I don't think you should count the Grumbler's out just yet. I'm sure there's life in the old dogs yet.
Glad to see you're continuing the story, only problem is that I'm going to have to go back 7 pages to find out what the hell is going on, my memory ain't what it used to be.
It's a bit like every morning I look in the mirror and think "whose that handsome chap", followed a few moments later by "what is he doing in my bathroom".
Tamburlaine Ferrari, a member of the fast-setlol lol
I don't think you should count the Grumbler's out just yet. I'm sure there's life in the old dogs yet.Well - maybe…..
Glad to see you're continuing the story, only problem is that I'm going to have to go back 7 pages to find out what the hell is going on, my memory ain't what it used to be.Same with me - I hadn’t got a clue :)
lol lolI suppose you could call it action
Glad to see the Grumblers back in action.
Some success at last for The Grumblers but the situation is still desperate with nearly half their number having fled the field and monstrous enemies appearing from the dark.
Things not looking too good for the Grumblers, but being Grumblers, they probably prefer it that way!You’ve made good use of that metaphorical hammer you’re holding. You’ve gone and hit the metaphorical nail squarely on its head….!
the citizens of Fawcett Magna will not sleep easy in their beds or, indeed, anyone else’s.