Finally remembered the camera for our monthly game of Flintloque. Flintloque is basically Napoleonics fought with fantasy races, elves are French, frogs are Italians, orcs are Brits, rats are Scottish, etc. I play at the local shop the first week of each month and tend to lose badly most games. This month's was no exception of course as I took my brand new Todoroni Cotechino Royal Guard for a spin and had them misfire their muskets, not hit the broadside of an orc and literally fall to pieces.
Orcs were the pre-painted option sold by Alternative Armies, frogs were painted by yours truly (in a white wine sauce). Buildings were scratch built by me as well, vaious rocks and foliage were game store gubbins lying around.
Scenario had poor section leader Bella Luigini Louis Gossi captured by the foul Orcs of Albion. They were doing a quick march to get him back to their lines for interrogation. My job was to rescue the poor section leader in an ambush and well... I failed miserably and the orcs chuckled and chortled as they brought him back to camp.
Pre-game pics of poor Bella surrounded by stinking orcs...
Baron Petrochemocholi and the Bishop of Nepolise watched the action from a high vantage point. (I just put them up there because well... I wanted them on the table. They had no bearing on the action).
I deployed my section around in two flanking manuevers that completely failed but I tried this thing they call strategy.
And the orcs began escorting Bella across the field.
Two shots of the game board around turn two or three. I really don't much care for the counters that distract from the table honestly but it makes everything easy to assess from the 'commander's view'.
I took up positions to snipe at the orcs as they passed but this looked more threatening than it was. My shooting was, as usual, complete rubbish.
One of my big todoroni (bigger, tougher frogs) suffered a critical hit and got blown to pieces by an orc 'Big Bessie' musket. He joined the audience watching over the game.
And the right flank collapsed completely from his lack of being there to support the line.
We had a sister game going on across the table of Russian undead squaring off gain Joccian ratmen. The Joccians were escorting a vampyre prisoner across the table. Same scenario, different armies basically.
And in the end the section Todoroni singer tried to sav his beloved leader and well... He's a singer, not a fighter and he was skewered by orcish bayonets and the game was lost...
Missing next month's game because it's my wedding anniversary the day after but I have the makings of a Russian undead section nearly complete and I'll have my KGB liches, zombies, and vampyres storming the field at the game in July.