It appeared that some of my fellow attendees had been out to sample the nightlife of Mansfield after the games had finished the previous day, with the inevitable consequence that one or two of my fellow wargamers looked a little green around the gills that morning. Maybe that would give me that all important tactical edge (I'll take anything, me!)
First things first and everyone back to the map.
My territory declined once more.
With that out of the way it was on to choosing opponents. On the way up to Maelstrom that morning I'd mentioned to Tommy (giving lifts to the organiser - there are no lengths I won't go to to ensure favourable treatment) that I quite fancied playing against one of the Welsh armies and that Craig had a nice one. Army that is.
Anyway as the plan was for two doubles games to be played that morning, leaving one pair of players to play singles Tommy duly piped up that I wanted a crack at the Taffys and so me and Craig were on.
The scenario was "seize the sacred tree" or some such - played along the length of the table with a central objective of an arboreal nature.
I finally remembered to deploy some tactics and forethought and such (i.e. I didn't simply plonk the units down and razz forward at top speed). Thus when Craig failed an all important Warband test I was actually able to take advantage and put the cavalry to use charging his Combrogi from behind. Even then I nearly managed to stuff it up and it took a couple of turns before I broke them, however with that the game was up for the Welshmen and I secured a rather surprising Victory!
After lunch we again revisited the map and I was able to claim the highly desirable Isle of Wight. Lovely.
Two more splendid games against two more splendid chaps with lovely armies (though I think Craig’s was actually another of Jim's)
With all the fighting out of the way it was back to the map for the final time. The Isle of Wight was taken from me and my Kingdom shrank once more. Final toting up showed that Tommy had the most territory, but as he was the organiser and had borrowed an army no sort of moral high ground was his.