Thursday, October 23, 2008

Mustering the troops.

Realistically, I don't see myself playing much Charge! in the next year as I suppose it probably won't appeal to most of my regular opponents, but the regimental organisation appeals to me and the figures can certainly be used for other games. Fitz and I were discussing playing skirmish games in the conservatory. Rules to be decided, probably Warhammer or Savage Worlds.

The other advantage is that in Charge! terms forty eight enlisted men plus officers and other assorted harmless persons, make up a regiment. This number is near enough to the action bayonet strength of a company (after attrition) to be considered near as damn one to one, which is nice.

French Foot artillery by Zvezda.
A well favoured gentry.

I have a decent force of both French and British infantry, some French cavalry and two British guns. I'm painting up three French guns at present, the simply beautiful Zvezda set of French Foot artillery. A regiment of British Light Dragoons is in the works, I think I'll try to paint them up at the 6th Light Dragoons from Allan Mallinson's excellant Mathew Hervey novels. I must go check information on facings, etc.

There's something deeply satisfying about setting out figures to be painting, arranging them in ranks and tallying how far you've progressed. In a way it points to how like gardening the painting aspect of wargaming is, in that there's always something to do and you're never really finished. The pleasure of doing the thing is its own reward.

I packed away my Second World War Germans last night as I hadn't used them in years and they were taking up valuable space that could be hogged by Napoleonics. I was reflecting on the irony of my large German collection last night. Like my Napoleonic collection, they began as a small selection of figures for use in roleplaying, but have ballooned since then. I'm always faintly suspicious of chaps with large German armies, mainly I suspect because I because possess a full throated dislike of anything to do with the Third Reich. Much the same can be said of Imperial France and yet the Halberdiers demand ever increasing and ever more diverse sorts of Frenchmen to murder and so the collection grows.

Laying out the forces has brought my attention to the fact that I am lamentably short of standard bearers, RSMs and others of that breed. I shall soon have to turn to metal to recruit these.

Re-read "War Games" by Donald Featherstone last night after a heavy day at the ranch, the brio of his work and its tumbling enthusiasm never fails to lift my spirits. That, a pipe, a Hennessy and a dash of Shelly. What better restoratives could there be?


  1. Savage Worlds surely?
    Not that I have anything against Warhammer as such (oh yeah, apart from crapness that is)
    As for having large "evil" forces encamping in your living room. Good guys need someone to shoot right?
    In other news, I'm in the mood for some 19th century colonial shenanigans - skirmish would seem a natural choice; any thoughts?

  2. Warhammer is a grand game, if you play it in the same manner that I play all wargames.

    Good guys do indeed need something to shoot at.

    As for skirmish type colonial games, Savage Worlds is possibility. I've always heard Science Vrs Pluck spoken of very highly, but more as sort of a high level rpg than anything else.

    The Sword and the Flame has many adherents, though it would belong to the grand skirmish (80-100 figures a side, rather than a dozen) as would Sharpe Practice by the Two Fat Lardies.

    What period/conflict? I have some Esci Arabs and Zulu's that I will eventually paint up to face my Napoleonic redcoats in some 1820s Allan Mallinson-esque shenanigans.

    Also has some stuff, Bob Cordery's Bundocks and Bayonets might be worth a look. I've never played any of his rules, but his articles make a lot of sense.

  3. Also I appear to have deleted your second comment...

  4. Dear Joy ,
    Surely you must switch to Courvoisier "The Brandy of Napoleon" after painting your Boney soldiers !
    cordially ,
    David Corbett