"We're too late, the farmstead is already in flames." A rider of Rohan stated the obvious. "Yes, but the Uruk-Hai act like our folk are still holding out in the main building" said another warrior absentmindedly flicking his bowstring. "Let us strike before that second group clears the fields. Our sacrifice will be a song of legend." "Legendary stupidity" muttered a third.
The farmstead had six civilians sheltering in a burning building, with ten Uruk-Hai lurking outside and another ten Uruks coming up as fast as a series of fields and stone walls allowed. To "win" each side needed to rescue or kill four civilians. Three was a tie and your own losses were of no consequence. Game system is (big surprise) Lord of the Rings. Click to big-up the pictures.
The opening scene, with the burning homestead, wattle-fenced fields and pig pen in the distance.
The Rohirrim have the first priority move. We see the ten Uruk-Hai spread out. We have twelve riders vs. just ten foes, plus we have bows. What could go wrong?
Well for starters we haven't played for a long time so we all moved too far to shoot bows. After the Uruks in range charged in with pikes in support my quartet became a duo in short order. After the first round things began to balance out or even favor us in melee.
At the end of turn 3. Starting with the fourth turn we have to start rolling for the farmers, who will neither leave their home unless we are there or fight for their lives, to see if any succumb to the smoke and fire.
Our riders get to the farmers, finding one dead, and summon the others. Melee is going slightly in our favor, but the fresh band of Uruks is coming up fast.
We manage to get three farmers away, so at least a draw, but the other two are intercepted time and again as we lose three priority rolls in a row. We luck out and only lose one rider and his farmer. My sole survivor manages to bowl over a pair of Uruk-Hai to help ensure the escape of the fourth farmer.
In the end four of six homesteaders were rescued, though at the cost of six of twelve riders. The Uruk-Hai, who could feast on man-flesh that night, only lost nine of twenty. So I don't know who those farmers were related to, but it must have been someone important.
Thanks Tad for bringing the gorgeous building and terrain pieces, figures and patiently putting up with our incessant, "how does that work again?" questions. We all agreed there should be more of these in our future.
The farmstead had six civilians sheltering in a burning building, with ten Uruk-Hai lurking outside and another ten Uruks coming up as fast as a series of fields and stone walls allowed. To "win" each side needed to rescue or kill four civilians. Three was a tie and your own losses were of no consequence. Game system is (big surprise) Lord of the Rings. Click to big-up the pictures.
The opening scene, with the burning homestead, wattle-fenced fields and pig pen in the distance.
The Rohirrim have the first priority move. We see the ten Uruk-Hai spread out. We have twelve riders vs. just ten foes, plus we have bows. What could go wrong?
Well for starters we haven't played for a long time so we all moved too far to shoot bows. After the Uruks in range charged in with pikes in support my quartet became a duo in short order. After the first round things began to balance out or even favor us in melee.
At the end of turn 3. Starting with the fourth turn we have to start rolling for the farmers, who will neither leave their home unless we are there or fight for their lives, to see if any succumb to the smoke and fire.
Our riders get to the farmers, finding one dead, and summon the others. Melee is going slightly in our favor, but the fresh band of Uruks is coming up fast.
We manage to get three farmers away, so at least a draw, but the other two are intercepted time and again as we lose three priority rolls in a row. We luck out and only lose one rider and his farmer. My sole survivor manages to bowl over a pair of Uruk-Hai to help ensure the escape of the fourth farmer.
In the end four of six homesteaders were rescued, though at the cost of six of twelve riders. The Uruk-Hai, who could feast on man-flesh that night, only lost nine of twenty. So I don't know who those farmers were related to, but it must have been someone important.
Thanks Tad for bringing the gorgeous building and terrain pieces, figures and patiently putting up with our incessant, "how does that work again?" questions. We all agreed there should be more of these in our future.
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