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    The Vikings are coming!!!

    The black Dragon ship, ‘Long Serpent’ has been seen entering the estuary, heading remorselessly toward the seaside village of Kleethorpe. Leading this band of cutthroats is none other than the great Jarl Putrid son of Putrid. With him is his Champion Thorkel the Tall and his Flagman. Standing at the prow of the long ship, frothing at the mouth, is the maniacal Bok the Berserker.

    Rushing swiftly from his Great Hall the local Saxon Lord and his men head for Kleethorpe, the knowledge that his strongbox of treasures is hidden therein giving wings to his feet.

    Unbeknownst to the Vikings Kleethorpe has treasure within it beyond the dreams of the most avaricious of Norse Jarls!!!

    The crows rise from their meager breakfast, confident that dinner will be a magnificent feast of fresh meat…

    "Wot did you do in the war Grandad?"

    "I was with Harry... At The Bridge!"

    #128923
    ian pillay
    Participant

    Kleethorpes, I like it 😂

    cool looking table. What rules are you playing? (Saga, pig wars…)

    Ian

    Tally-Ho!

    #129070
    Darkest Star Games
    Participant

    That’s a great looking table, love those dwellings!

    "I saw this in a cartoon once, but I'm pretty sure I can do it..."

    #129084

    Kleethorpes, I like it  cool looking table. What rules are you playing? (Saga, pig wars…) Ian

    ‘Fistful of Lead’, my favourite rules for unpredictable mayhem!

     

    "Wot did you do in the war Grandad?"

    "I was with Harry... At The Bridge!"

    #129163

    Both sides advance on Kleethorpe…

    Jarl Putrid Son Of Putrid leading his band of cutthroats…

    Jarl Putrid Son Of Putrid and Bok Bandylegs the Berserker!!!

    Putrid’s Champion Thorkell the Tall, and his Flagman…

    Lord Bada Boggweede and the Warriors of his Great Hall…

    Lord Bada Boggweede and his Champion of Renown Snottboks…

    "Wot did you do in the war Grandad?"

    "I was with Harry... At The Bridge!"

    #129184
    craig cartmell
    Participant

    Which rules set were you using?

    Cheers,
    Craig

    The Ministry of Gentlemanly Warfare

    #129207
    Cerdic
    Participant

    Lovely stuff! Thorkell the Tall looks like he enjoys a bit of a laugh over a pint of mead.

    One small thing though. Surely the correct form would be Jarl Putrid Putridsson….

    #129209
    ian pillay
    Participant

    Harry, the story is coming along quite nicely.

    Did you know there is a local place  behind the Meridian centre, known to the locals as bonkers band? I think that would make a great location for a last stand before those sea raiders are thrown back in to the Humber and the North Sea.

    Tally-Ho!

    #129221

    One small thing though. Surely the correct form would be Jarl Putrid Putridsson….

    Certainly not, it’s all based on that load of old bollix that was on BBC2!
    Very authentic like, right down to all the Saxons having kite shields and the Vikings having round ones…
    so any moron watching can tell which sides which.

    🙂

    "Wot did you do in the war Grandad?"

    "I was with Harry... At The Bridge!"

    #129259
    Cerdic
    Participant

    Ah, I see!

    I was confused by the lack of leathery bondage type gear adorning the hairy raiders…

    #129267

    I think you shower should be taking this tragic tale a tad more seriously…

    we don’t play wargames for fun!!!

    "Wot did you do in the war Grandad?"

    "I was with Harry... At The Bridge!"

    #129288

    Were’s all the cavalry, it’s well known that Vikings used lots and lots of cavalry.

    #131934

    Emerging from the shrubbery Putrid gives out his orders. Thorkel the Tall, on the right flank, will pounce like a wolf on the goat herd and snaffle ’em off to the ship. Putrid and Bok Bandylegs will storm the village ransacking the hovels for secrets therein., his other crewmen will hang about a bit outside to see wot happens…

    Meanwhile Lord Bada Boggweede and his Champion of Renown, Snottboks have not been idle, fanning out they make a cautious advance into Kleethorpe. His Lordship scuttling off toward the goat sanctuary where he thinks it might be a tad quieter…

    Putrid and Bok Bandylegs head for the loot!

    Bada’s peace and quiet is shattered by the blood curdling battle cry of Thorkell the Tall and his Flagman…

    The rest of the Saxons move further into the village…

    Keep a beady eye on that scruffy looking oik with the crossbow, turns out he’s a wrong ‘un!

    With great shouts and much banging of swords (and axes) on shields the fight in the goat pen is on, blink and you’ll miss it…

    An arrow hits the Viking bowman and downs him, Bada Boggweede axes down Thorkell the Tall, who’d slipped in a pile of goat shit, and his Flagman met a similar fate at the hands of Bada’s trusty spearman.  A disaster for the raiders, round one to the Saxons!

    Champion of Renown Snottboks’s men hotfoot it toward the village’s Great Hall…

    But, Putrid son of Putrid and Bok the Berserker lick him to it! Ordering his men to charge the Saxons, him and Bok enter the Great Hall and glean the treasure chest…

    As the Vikings charge two rapid crossbow bolts whistle out from the shrubbery and thwack into two of Putrid’s warriors.

    The smelly oik with the lethal crossbow.

    The odds have changed quickly and the Vikings come off badly in the hand to hand fight…

    Emerging from the Great Hall Putrid and Bok drop the treasure chest and prepare to fight for their lives…

    The two Viking hardmen make quick work of the Saxons, then another treacherous crossbow bolt hits Bok right in the canister!!!

    Emboldened by this fortuitous turn of events, Champion of Renown Snottboks and Lord Boggweede’s standard bearer rush in to finish off Putrid son of Putrid…

    But, dear saga readers, this is no ordinary man they’re trying conclusions with this is a Jarl of the Norsemen! Putrid’s no slouch himself when it comes to going a tad berserk…

    As Champion of Renown Snottboks and his pal soon find out!!!

    ‘”I’ve got one bolt left for you Norseman!”

    But, dear saga readers, this is no ordinary man the scruffy oik is trying to potshot, this is a Jarl of the Norsemen! Catching the bolt contemptuously with his great shield the Viking Chieftain realises the game’s up and legs it back to the Long Serpent with his only surviving underling…

    A victorious Lord Bada Boggweede contemplates whether he should reward his surviving followers with a gold coin apiece…

    after they’ve buried the dead.

     

     

     

     

     

    "Wot did you do in the war Grandad?"

    "I was with Harry... At The Bridge!"

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