Sunday, March 18, 2018

Victory is Mine, Deus Vult

Saturday I went to the Historical Miniatures Gaming Society(East) winter convention (Cold Wars).  I did 2 hours of serious shopping (see Doctor Skull's Workshop for a catalogue of my acquisitions).

Then I played in a miniatures game, The Siege of Acre, about a Crusader assault on the Syrian town of Acre.   A British teenager and I were the crusader side, and two other old guys were the Muslims inside.

Our plan was to use our 4 huge siege towers as basically a feint, drawing all their heavy fire, and concentrating their defenses on one end of the wall, while we used ladders to assault a tower on the far end.  

My teammate, however pressed home the attack with the siege towers, however, he just couldn't not use them, and pressed them the whole way to the wall, temporarily got some men in, before all 4 towers were destroyed.   However, the plan worked pretty well.   I put all my knights and billmen on the far right and rushed the tower, climbed it with ladders, cleared it and held it.  

Our 3 trebuchets blew open the front gate, and then destroyed a tower next to the one I took, this allowed all our archers to charge forward and rake the courtyard behind it.  We finally brke their resistance and won the day, praise God and not our strength for it.

I think the game master found me to be a little annoying.   Our side had 3 types of troops:  knights, billmen and archers.  Every time one of our billmen got killed I would say "Bill, Nooooo!"   Every time one of our billmen would do something cool, I would chant "Bill, Bill, Bill."

Above:  My half of the line advances toward the wall.   My knights and billmen clumped on the right long line of archers in the middle.
My knights hold the tower, while billmen hurry to support


  1. That is a great castle! Who made it? Do we need one?

  2. The game master made it himself from styrofoam

  3. Oh holy crap! No way I'm doing that. Nope.