The convoy sets out.
The Kinchlets and I were gifted a rather magnificent 18th century Playmobil set by my friend Stefan. We've been playing games with them on and off for the last few years. These tend to be fairly anarchic affairs with rules that are somewhat malleable and rather off the cuff.
In this case, Bear and I had an hour while the LadyBaby was at her drawing class, so I grabbed some figures and quickly threw a game together.
Lord Bear advances in a somewhat foolhardy fashion
The idea was that Lord Bear and his redcoats would have to get a treasure chest in a wagon across the board.
The wagon train sets out
We used a spring loaded cannon for musketry, one shot for every two men. Melee was a straight die roll off, with the side with the advantage getting an extra die.
French hussars advances - though one of their number was felled by a lucky shot
We used 6x4 inch cards to adjudicate movement
The hussars charge in to isolate Lord Bear
The French infantry arrive
Another hussar slain by some good shooting
Allez les Bleus!
Lord Bear managed to survive via some fancy sword work
In actuality, each hussar rolls a die and Lord Bear rolled one as well. Any score that surpasses his would have killed him, but he managed to roll a five and while the hussars managed a crop of twos and threes.
Some trick shooting
Bear's plan to get out of this predicament was to get some of his musketeers around to the right and then lob a shot at the hussars. He managed it on his second shot and sent all the hussars crashing domino like to the floor.
Ebullient after his lucky escape Lord Bear launched another charge into the French infantry.
Who promptly shot him down like a dog.
The game ended with Bear getting the caravan off the board edge that he needed to, but being somewhat nonplussed by the defeat of Lord Bear, who has managed to survive all other battles on his feet.
No doubt it was merely a flesh wound and he shall return to the field once more.
Though I was nonplussed myself when I examined the wagon to discover that the treasure chest had mysteriously disappeared! Bear began to giggle at that point. He shuffled around to my table edge and removed the chest which he had cunningly concealed in his sock.
The louse had snuck it out of the wagon while I wasn't looking, so that it couldn't be captured.
What say you blog readers? Shabby ursine trick or legitimate ruse de geurre?
