An Old Midlish Rhyme
The wind from the North sings of heroes of Olde
The wind from the East makes our blood run Cold
The wind from the South smells of Spices and Gold
But the wind from the West tells of warriors Bold.

Thursday, May 5, 2016

Roughing It

I don't have time for a full post but after some thought on where I want this 40mm Elastolin fantasy campaign and the rules to go, I started borrowing ideas from Rough Wooing and replayed the game with slightly different troops.
No monsters or magic this time around.


So far so good. More sometime in the next week.
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