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.

Saturday, May 18, 2024

Enemy In Sight Milord!

The Duke's outriders had reported frequent sightings of enemy scouts along their line of march but there had been no sight of any force of note, until that Saturday evening.
As usual, the "Farmers", men from the fertile valleys on the southern coast of the western peninsula, formed their shieldwall in the open with difficult terrain to guard their flanks. (eg see  Battle of Argentium Bridge ) This time, on a ridge for good measure.


The Duke surveyed the terrain and his old enemy, then issued his orders: "The day is getting late, we'll camp here and attack in the morning. Send out scouts and a screen of cavalry and archers to make our camp safe. Scrounge whatever food you can find, and in the morning we will burn these farms. I will set up my headquarters here."


To be continued......

4 comments:

  1. Ooo!
    You have some classic toys out on the table there…
    This certainly looks fun…

    All the best. Aly

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  2. I like those pikemen! A stalwart schiltron.

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  3. Great start, lovely figures on the table.

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  4. Pikemen look stalwart indeed and quietly confident too. Patiently wait for their moment to arrive…
    Alan Tradgardland

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