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I have been looking forward for your first battle leading the Rohirim since I sent you that link with Rohan tactica. I hope it proved useful in this encounter with the forces of the Witch-king. Keep the commentary coming. I am genuinely apprehensive about this Eored. I hope the will manage to pull it off. Did you end up ordering the Sons of Eorl you were planning to?
Thanks for your support and encouragement Constantine! You shall see how useful/useless that tactica proved soon enough, but won't give anything away either way
certainly exciting to play nonetheless!
SouthernDunedain is sending one as a trade so I'm just short one more to complete the original Eored we all discussed and agreed on. Then just to get those bad boys painted!
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Ah Thermo Reading this is helping my pounding head!!!! Looking forward to the rest of the report!
Glad it's keeping you all on the edge of your seats! The delay in between installments isn't intentional!
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Ah what no pics
I have a few and Knighty has some too so we'll stick them in at the end
I hope the writing can do it justice in the meantime!
The Battle of Baconbutty resumed...Where were we? Ah yes, the utterly premature demise of our would-be heroine, with an instantly fatal black dart to the face! A ghastly chuckle could be heard echoing across the battlefield, sounded from the dark sorceror who cast the mortal blow. There would be no "I am no man" moment during this battle!
Nervously, I continued to shift my Rohirrim around to the left and away from the Witch-King and his malevolent steed. With a large arc of horsemen creating an invisible thin and spaced out perimeter in bow range of his advancing orcs just about entering the central ruin marked objective, the angles created for shooting were good and soon, orcs were falling in retribution for good Eowyn. I was particularly keen on targeting spearmen, various one ringer advice about ensuring the odds were stacked in my favour before any cavalry charge was ringing in my ears.
Knighty was keen to address this and with his Mordor Uruk-hai advancing to the right of the central ruins on towards my deepest units in the centre, he split his own, more central orc warband. Some made for the objective whilst the majority turned and headed towards some of the rohirrim that threatened to encircle them, with the shade close behind. Most of my cavalry were now broken into smaller groups, strung out away from their warband leaders creating a wide and stretched flank around the enemy's right.
Seeing an opportunity to isolate or overwhelm the split warband now some odds might be in my favour in combat, with more orcs being felled by bow fire too, three riders surged up the centre to the edge of the objective, with Erkenbrand and three more riders staying deep to check the movements of the Witch-king and the advancing mordor Uruks. I must admit, having to be so careful as to not put my cavalry within charging range was really getting the adrenaline going and this battle was already becoming a mixture of chess and cat and mouse!
With his centre now threatened and there being a real danger of his forces being split in half, the Mordor-Uruks abandoned their less central advance to move in and into the objective to their right.
With everything carefully balanced, it was time to distract Knighty with a well timed bacon butty! With the smell of bacon drifting like a thick, mesmerising mist across the field of battle, our contest earned it's name.
It was time to enjoy a cup of tea, take a breath and survey the contest so far. It must be mentioned, we were having lots of fun!
Only Eowyn has been felled on the Rohirrim side and so far, combat had been avoided, although various spearmen and two handed troops had been picked off by my well spread firing lanes. I was enjoying the skirmishy and careful nature of playing the horse lords, having had to be incredibly careful in positioning, of when to move in and when to move out. Knighty had reacted to all my threats and probes as of yet and thus far, I had resisted any temptation to charge in. Instead, the tension was created by an overawareness of distances. Distances to shoot, distances to charge, distances to be charged and distance from the Witch-King on his terrible fell beast...
I was more aware of 6inches, 8inches, 10inches and 12 inches than an adult movie casting director.
The distance I had moved in the centre was millimeters out of range of both an Uruk and Orc charge. Further recognising my designs to split his centre and isolate the smaller group of orcs, he pulled his sortie on his right flank back away from my furthest afield Rohirrim, who peppered him with arrows and throwing spears.
And then I won priority...
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