Here’s the battle that Silent Invader and I fought yesterday at Matakishi’s tea party.
Approximately 200 figures in total, all Perry wars of the roses, barring a few from Steel fist and Pro Gloria, depicting a fictional clash between powerful, rival noble forces from Essex (him) and Surrey (me).
York or lancaster? Who cares? This is regional Lordly rivalry, which is much more interesting

The rules were Silent Invader’s own which we were playtesting. Two pages of A4. What’s not to like? They needed a bit of tweaking as we went along, but gave a most enjoyable and flavoursome game.
We’ll be launching these onto the market soon under the title ‘Dux Inarow’ and they will retail at £49.95 between hard covers with 800 pages of army lists and sumptuous photographs, as well as special laser etched dice (although we should point out that the rules themselves will still only run to two pages)

But I digress…
General view of Silent Invader’s gorgeous table… A bucolic English country scene – the peace and tranquility of the grazing sheep and serried corn stooks about to shattered by the clash of steel and flow of English blood.
The forces of Surrey are aligned along the nearest baseline behind the wood; Essex at the far end behind the village. There are only two safe crossing points of the river, a timber bridge and a ford…

Sir Edward Mortimer of Rocheforde on the start line for Essex.

Henry Pierce of Hackneye holds the Essex centre.

The forces of Surrey on the start line, today under the overall command of Lord Lieutentant, Sir Robert Tenchley - whilst Sir Thomas Howard, Earl of Surrey, leads one banner in the field.


Skirting the treacherous marsh, Surrey rolls forward into the wood…

But wait. What are these on the left flank of Essex? Villainous foreigners, by God! Roger of Flanders and the Company of The Red Feather…

For Surrey, Sir Roger de Brassey’s mounted men at arms hasten to seize the bridge…

Before those dastardly mercenaries can get there… A local priest gives his blessing on their enterprise…

Possibly a bit late for prayer Father…

Alas, the Mercenaries, pikemen to the fore, have gained the bridge first…
