Chaos Dwarves, Wood Elves, and an aborted picnic in the Golden Age

Well, since no one seems to be able to game these days, I decided to have a solo game of Warhammer Fantasy (3rd edition using the Magic system from 6th ed.).   Wood Elves and Chaos Dwarves.    The scene is outside a pleasant looking forest.  A group of Chaos Dwarves gather together for their annual Winter Picnic.   However, the Elves of the forest enforce a fierce no-picnic policy anywhere near their precious trees.  Trouble soon ensues...

The first turn started off with the Chaos Dwarf Berserkers charging towards the Wardancers.   Bolts begin to fly from Chaos Dwarf Crossbows.  A few Elves fall.  And then I pick them up...ahh, Jes Goodwin's Elves!  Especially the Wardancers.   One of the joys, and I guess the hazards, of solo-gaming is the fact that it is so easy to stop playing and just admire the beauty and brilliance of the figures. Pretty soon I was picking up every single mini and lovingly admiring the heck out of them.   What a Golden Age the years 1985-1989 were for Citadel.   Wow.  And the variety of poses and figures!    All hail Jes Goodwin!   Kev Adams!  The Perry brothers!  The Morrisons!  Mark Copplestone!   Anyway, suddenly it was after midnight and the game had to be tidied away.    Here's another picture:

Again in Syria, and there is no Rome!

Enjoyed a fantastic Warhammer Ancients (V.1) game with Private D.  on Saturday.   Carthage's attempt to control the Mediterranean Sea is  halted in Syria by a Spartan and Indian Alliance. 

The skirmishers advance.       

                                                                                                               

And Elephants charge into Elephant on Elephant action!

Maiden Guard Archers deliver one last volley before they take the charge of the Punic heavy infantry.

And then ...Sparta attacks.                                                                                                                        

Driving all before them!  Ha ha ha!  (Unfortunately, the Celts and the Spanish skirmishers make off with the Spartan and Indian Baggage.)

Great, great game with much wacky Warhammer excitements and surprises.  I look forward to much more Ancient gaming.

Coldwar Commander Clash 1989

The Major and I missed our game for Saturday due to this unending bug that has hit the Island.  Anyway, we toughed it out last night to go to Southern Syria in 1989.  The backstory is way too convoluted to explain with a straight face, so please just accept that an Anglo-Jordanian force is in Southern Syria to deflect a cunning Soviet supported Iraqi right hook into Jordan.   And here comes the Iraqis:

But the British were quick to enter the area.

And started to inflict heavy casualties on the Iraqis, forcing them to the brink of breaking when suddenly the Soviets arrive!

With incredible daring (and luck!) the Soviets make it unscathed to Al-Halifala.

Things began to go downhill from there for the brave British and Jordanians.

Until finally, with all the Challengers burning, and the Warriors and Scorpians fleeing, the last of the Jordanians break and run.

Great game!  It was a joy to push around some mirco-scale toys and play Coldwar Commander again.

Beware, Star Wars has come to town!

I was about to post some photos from last night's game when I remembered a couple pictures The Kid had requested I take of the Princetown table.

I had left the table up for him to play on, and well...

Princetown will never be the same.

An Act of Naked Aggression!

Had a great game of Rapid Fire Moderns with Private D a couple of hours ago.   It was super nice gaming with him again, it has been much too long since our last game. 

Well, the invasion of Fraganda has begun.  Several Dannian armoured columns crash across the border. 

Quiet, peaceful Princetown lies in the path of the aggressors.       

                                                         

And the enemy has helicopters!

But it was not enough to break through Princetown's stout-hearted defenders.

(Ahh, BTR-80's.....)

Third Edition 40K on the Living Room Floor

I love 3rd Ed. 40K!  Yes, I do.  It was the ruleset that brought me back into gaming after a dark age of neglect.  Anyway, I was craving a super quick game and the next thing I knew I was on the rug with a bunch of Valhallans, Halflings and Sisters.  Alright!  ...Yeah.

It was a fun bash ending with the Missionary chasing the remaining Imperial guardsmen off the rug.  Righteousness triumphs again!

Parenting and VOR

Snuck a quick game of VOR in while The Kid watched Roadrunner.  A Union squad on patrol is Ambushed by a group of Neo-Soviet Rad Troopers. 

Things start off well for the Neo-Soviets.

But the superior training and firepower of the Union squad prevails in the end.

VOR!