Finally got the last couple of figures in the regiment based, and calling this project finished! Probably just as well, since the neighbours have probably just about had enough of "The British Grenadiers" and The Last of The Mohicans theme tune. (But since the 20mm BAOR are next on the table, they're going to learn to love 99 Luftballons and Two Tribes now...)
The only fly in the ointment is that after a sound drubbing at the hands of the Padre in a game of Sharpe Practice at the local club on Wednesday , I may end up back painting Napoleonics...
In an unexpected burst of midweek creativity, I was able to move things along on the BAOR front. Finished basing the last two individual figures in the section, and got the light role GPMG finished and ready to be based. Even managed to get halfway through the Blowpipe team!
Quite pleased with the way the wall's come out. Next one's going to get a tree stump to rest the Gimpy on, since they are based for a rural board...
Well warry! Loadsa dakka...
What really scares me is the fact that I've even made a start on the platoon command section (OK, undercoated one figure...leave me alone!) Surely this can't be right?! Might even have to put them on the table at some point...
Been beavering away on some of the Elhiem BAOR amongst the redcoats and terrain for the Muskets & Tomahawks game. Finished the first brick of the second section, and about halfway through the second brick.
So far it's all worked out reasonably consistent, and I'm fairly happy with the results. Still can't make up my mind whether to go for a more contrasting highlight on the gritted bits of the bases, though....
B Section so far
L-R: NCO (corporal), Rifleman, Charlie G gunner, Charlie G No. 2
And the start of the second brick, a rifleman and a lance-jack anticipating some tank action
Since I've got to go back to work now, it'll probably take me about 6 years to finish the GPMG team that make up the second half of this brick..!
On Wednesday myself and Dave Stewart had another bash at Muskets & Tomahawks up at the East Kilbride Club. Swapping round from last time, Dave took command of the French and their colonial allies, while I took on the British forces.
Still blundering about the rules a bit, but an enjoyable night was had. What follows is a bit of a casual report. there's no records of dice rolls, movement in inches and what not; having unit activations decided at random, M&Ts doesn't really lend itself to that sort of report, so I've stuck with a more flowing narrative, it gives a better idea of the pace of the game. My first stab at doing any sort of after action report at all, so bear with me..!
All figures painted by Dave Stewart, with the exception of the Royal Welch Fusiliers, painted by myself.
In the year of our Lord 1756, on the shores of the
New World, two mighty powers were at work, carving out new settlements and
hegemonies for themselves.Those two
powers, unfortunately, were the Kingdoms of Great Britain and of France, oldest
and most bellicose of foes.
And thus it was, on the banks of an unimportant river in what is now Canada,
British settlers, with Government coin in hand, were sent to till and work this
fertile land, claiming it the name of King George. France, however, had other ideas…
With the upstart Rosbouefs now despoiling the valleys of New France, Chef d’
Battalion Stewart, titular Laird of Auchenshooglie, was dispatched with a
regiment of foot supported by hireling natives, lead by the infamous terror of
the woods, Skulking Badger, and a smattering of irregulars to clear the
interlopers from their newfound homes. And this is the reason, dear reader, why
Major Robertson, late of the 77th Foot, subsequently found himself
at the head of a column bound from Fort James Edward en route to the Canadian
wilderness, with this tale to relate….
As Chef d’ battalion Stewart’s forces moved into the valley in which the
settlement stood, expecting to fall on easy prey in the shape of helpless
civilians and perhaps some ragtag militia, they were not a little surprised to
see the Union flag fluttering in the slender breeze along side that of a
battalion of HisBritannic Majesty’s
foot, and amongst the buildings, the red coats of more of the despised lobsters
could be seen drilling back and forth. Clearly, this would be a chance to
settle old scores, thought Stewart, as he drew his family broadsword, smuggled
from the rain-lashed field of Drumossie Moor ten years ago almost to the day…
“EN AVANT, MES ENFANTS!”
The French must drive off the British settlers by killing or capturing them or
driving them from the table edge. The British must prevent this. Simples.
1x battalion of regulars, 1x detachment of
irregulars, 4x Indian bands
On the right of the French line, a party of Indians are positioned to sweep
down like hungry wolves across the river and outflank the lumbering British
regulars and fall upon the civilians in the settlement.
In the centre the Regiment d’ Krounenbourg, supported by a further group of
Indians, will rely on Gallic courage and storm straight ahead, forcing their
way into the centre of the settlement. With luck, they may reach the settlers
first, and prevent the worst of the native’s excesses, but if not…. C’ est la
Supporting the advance of the regulars with accurate gunfire is a ragtag band
of French irregulars. Veteran woodsman, they work well with the Indians, and
have them on their flank, on the extreme left of the French line.
2x battalions of regulars, 1x detachment of irregulars, 1x detachment of
militia, 1x mob of civilians
As the senior battalion present, the 23rd Royal Welch Fusiliers take
up a strong position on the right of the line, anchoring that flank. They have
a sheer rock face at their backs, a hill, fence and river to their front.
A top the rock face lurk the militia. As the
shakiest troops they are positioned farthest back in the strongest position, so
they are less likely to run and open a hole in the line for the French to pour
through, and thereby reach the civilians
“Run, Martha, we’ll be ravaged in our beds by savages!”
“Oooh, I do ‘ope so!”
The civilians. Their job is not to die messily or run off the board edge.
The 34th (Cumberland) Foot take station in the centre of the British line, trusting
the fences and the river to stall the oncoming hordes for a few extra minutes
to afford them further opportunity to pour ball into the packed ranks…
The British left flank is a nightmare of woods and
swamp. As such, the Queens Rangers, expert woodsmen, are entrusted to its
defence, being best suited to play the Indians at their own game.
With his troops arrayed for battle, Stewart begins a general advance of his
The Indians of the French right immediately sweep
down the flank towards the river
And begin crossing…
…Towards the British Line
Seeing the danger, the Queens rangers break cover
and head out to block the Indians’ advance
They level their muskets and fire a volley, to scant effect...
As the Indians close in for the kill
Luckily for the Rangers, one of the lead rank men
trips on a root and plunges his bayonet straight through the eyesocket of the
closest charging Indian. Seeing this as a bad omen, the remainder of the
warband beat a hasty retreat, without having so much as counted coup on the
On the British right flank, the 23rd
Foot unleash a crashing volley which obliterates the French irregulars almost
However, the Indians continue to sprint towards
But a further few volleys from the stalwart
Welsh soon dissuade them, and they retire to the cover of a stone walled
paddock, and begin sniping at the redcoated ranks, and very soon, Indian musket
shots start finding their mark on the Fusiliers, and the British start to take
their first casualties
In the centre, the French regulars and a further
party of Indians forge ahead, sensing a quick victory. On spotting the oncoming
mass of Frenchmen and hearing the war whoops of the Indians, the civilians take
to their heels and make for the hills. The Commander of the 34th,
seeing that the central route to the settlement is unguarded, immediately falls
his men back to block this, leaving the Rangers horribly exposed…
But hearts must hard be in times such as these, and the Cumbrians lock their
ranks and check their flints, in a valiant attempt to buy time for the
civilians to escape
Undeterred by the sudden appearance of the red-coated line, the Indians spill
into the settlement
..and receive some sharp volleys (and a few
curses) for their pains, killing all but their leader, who makes good his
escape back across the bridge. The Rangers take advantage of the confusion to
extricate themselves, and head back towards the now contracting British line.
All the while, the Royal Welch continue their duel with the Indians on the
British right flank, with both sides taking heavy casualties.
And very soon the Fusiliers find themselves down to three surviving members…
But continued to hold off the Indians, who make
several efforts to ford the river, but are beaten back each time
The militia, who have achieved little in the way
of actual execution this day, continue to blaze away at the Indians without
much effect beyond wasting the King’s powder
As the Rangers attempt to reach the safety of the British lines, disaster
strikes; moving through the woods without their customary caution, they disturb
something unpleasant lurking within...
And an enraged Grizzly Bear quickly thins their ranks by two!
Causing the survivors to flee with even greater haste...
(REAL WORLD NOTE- this is in fact caused by a “random event” card, of which
there are several; however the one which causes some sort of wild animal to
awake and attack the unfortunate unit in the woods has come up every time the
game has been played so far, and none of us have a suitable model to represent
it; so in this case it is assumed to be an Indian spirit bear, invisible to
those who have not recently partaken of the pipe of peace… Luckily Foundry do
some suitable bears, which are next on the shopping list)
Meanwhile, on the other flank, the Officer
Commanding the 23rd begins to feel the Loneliness of Command…
…as, drums beating, the French regulars move up
the field towards the beleaguered British Lines
And cross the river successfully
Causing a general retreat on the British side.
With the civilians still struggling to scale the slopes leading to the top of
the outcrop, it looks like the end could be in sight for this attempt at
British expansion into the hinterland…
The French begin to close in for the kill
While on the flanks, the Indians seize their
chance to take advantage of the disorganised flight of the rangers and leap
forwards. However, hoping to repeat their earlier luck in close combat with the
Indians, the Rangers fix bayonets and charge towards the onrushing natives…
…but discover it was exactly that- luck, which led
to their earlier success, as three are promptly dispatched by the whirling
tomahawks and flashing knives of the braves
As the sole remaining Ranger fights desperately
for his life, his fate seems sealed; however, the regulars have not totally
abandoned their provincial colleagues, and a crashing volley from the 34th
sweeps the other Indians, too busy scalping their victims to consolidate their
position, from the field!
Seeing his fellows obliterated in a maelstrom of
lead and smoke, the remaining Indian breaks off contact and flees, just as the
civilians finally reach the sanctuary of the summit.
By this time the Militia have finally found their
mark and start dropping some of the Indians attempting to cross the river
adjacent to the French regulars, covering the retreat of the remaining
Fusiliers officer, while the Regiment d’ Krounenbourg, robbed of momentum by
the heavy wool of their soaking uniforms and now the picket fence, engage in a deadly musketry
duel with the 34th to their front, with both sides taking casualties
It’s looking bleak for the British, however, the
Militia continue to hold off the now sole remaining Indian as he attempts to
ford the River, while the remaining Ranger and Indian on the opposite flank
engage in a slugging match with their muskets, which continues for several
volleys with neither party able to dispatch his adversary
Eventually though, the Militia succeed in dispatching the last Indian to their
front, and the 34th begin to get the better of the Regiment d’
Krounenbourg, as the French regulars’ notorious fire discipline begins to show
Things are beginning to look up for the British, with the civilians safely
ensconced on top of the volcanic plug “protected “ by the Militia (perhaps
little better than the Indians, in the eyes of a few of the British officers…),
and the 34th now winning the firefight at the foot of the hill, and
the lone Ranger keeping the remaining Indian at bay, the French are now heavily
The sound of distant drums are then heard through the clatter of musketry and
barked orders; more Indians?! The civilians begin to panic, and Militia start
looking around for an escape route, however, then a few tentative fife strains
of “The British Grenadiers” are heard, and the wild skirl of a Highland bagpipe
carries through the woods like an avenging banshee…a relief column from Fort
James Edward has arrived, and the civilians let out a cheer and give thanks for
The French, on hearing this, realise the day is
lost. Despite valiant deeds and many scalps taken, they have not done
enough.Chef d’ Battalion Stewart
signals the Regiment d’ Krounenbourg to begin a measured retreat, and howls a
curse at the redcoated 34th, men bearing the title of the hated
Butcher, who last caused him to surrender a field almost a world away…
…on the opposite side of the settlement, Major
Robertson wipes the sweat and powderstaining from his face. That was a bloody
near run thing. One thing troubles him though, he was sure he could hear a
voice from the distance cursing the redcoats in Gaelic, a voice the like of
which he has not heard in some ten years, when he had dragged his bedraggled
self from the charnel-house field of Culloden, covered by the last remnants of John Roy Stewart’s Regiment, before being packed off to the depths
of Sutherland, until matters could be smoothed with the King and a Commission
obtained for him in that same King’s army…
Truly, this strange land was full of mysteries,
and Robertson did not doubt that this was not the last he would hear of this
REAL WORLD NOTE- it was decided that by this time, the French could not hope to
win the field. Their sole remaining unit was still faced by an equally intact
unit of redcoats, and any advance they hoped to make would be hampered by two
picket fences, before they even took into account the redcoats’ fire. The
civilians were now safe at the top of the outcrop, protected by both the
redcoats and the intact militia, as well as slopes of the outcrop itself. As
such it was agreed that the British had successfully prevented the settlers
from being driven off and victory was (narrowly) claimed for King George.