Don't forget to tell Tango he's a cunt.
And say hello to Dildo too
Over recent years elements of the Sherwood, Hucknall and Ilkeston team (well, me and Steve) have gathered in the North Notts Palais Des Jeux over the Easter weekend with a few choice like minded souls (usually Spandex) to celebrate the festival of Eostre by getting blind drunk* and trying to play Warhammer. This event has become known as the Good Friday Massacre.
This year Steven unaccountable decided to forgo this to spend quality time with his family.
So we re-arranged it for the May Day Bank holiday weekend instead.
The format will be familiar to both the regular readers of my blog. Warhammer 8th edition, Triumph and Treachery supplement, beer. All of which is then lovingly captured with some poor quality slightly blurry pictures. And here they are.
We played with just 1000 point main forces and 250 points of allies. Experience has demonstrated that more ambitious army sizes results in games longer than the duration of the Roman Empire and commensurate damage to livers.
Stephen took an alliance of Bretonnians and Wood Elves.
I had Orcs. With Goblin allies. This is apparently cheating - they should be forces from two different books.
And Spandex took his traditional Skaven force. He also cheated by spending too much on characters and making his main force 1013 points. However we decided the 13 (and the cheating) was characterful so let it slide.
The Skaven started off pointing at my peaceful Orcs, but early trebuchet shots saw them hang a hard left and head for the Bretonnians.
I sneaked a chariot round through the village toward the Snail Munchers' flank.
Which the Garlic Lovers countered by sending over the Pegasi.
The Boarboys poked their snouts out.
And then crashed into the flank of some knights!
Amazingly they smashed them asunder and then impaled themselves on some stakes.
The Pegasi swooped in for the kill
But then copped it off some Rat Ogres.
Soon after, with the rest of her army and allies dead or fled the Wood Elf sorceress threw herself on the Plague Monks and was chopped down.
We called a halt there as Steven watching Spandex and I fight for a few more turns was not the most fun for anyone.
And besides which we hadn't made it to the pub yet.
The Skaven claimed the win. But as they'd cheated we knew who the moral victors were.
*remember kids, drinking isn't big, or clever
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