An Old Campaign #1


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An Old Campaign #1

So, armed with no more encouragement than The Fat Git’s approval, I am embarking on a blast from my own past. I will make an effort to post often. I never had a blog (well, I tried but it never got going) and instead did the sort of thing that I am going to start posting here.

The first bunch of stuff is from my first Warhammer Internet campaign (August 2008) called ‘Crisis in Marienburg’. I enjoyed it so much it became the first of many.

The first piece was my illustrated arrival in the campaign. I wanted folks to see the army as it disembarked onto the docks. I am glad I have done this, because none of this had ever been taken from the old forum and I now have a chance to lift it and save it against disappearing when the forum finally does.

Conrad Gelburtz appears in other things have done, but here he makes his first appearance.

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Ho, good citizens of Marienburg!

Joyous news!

The great and famous Admiral Conrad Gelburtz has come to the city in our hour of need.

Our brave adventurer has returned from a successful cruise, and has brought his army back with him.
He has come bearing gold, silver, spices, silks and damasks. He has brought sulphur for our gunpowder mill, and has hired and transported a regiment of Tilean pikemen to assist us in this time of war.

Surely now, with this new army, we will drive back the foes that have arrayed themselves against us?

Come, gather at the dockside and watch his (1999 pts) force disembark from his fleet

Here’s Conrad himself (in a blue coat), accompanied by the brave and fearless (redcoated) Bertrand Le Bourreur…

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General (162 pts)
Admiral Conrad Gelburtz [Marienburg]
Brace of pistols (12), Holy Relic [Crystal of Yxtol) (45), Icon of Magnus (25)

Captain (80 pts)
Bertrand Le Bourreur [Marienburg]
Sword of Righteous Steel [Whip of Justice] (30)

And who’s that over there? Yes, it’s the master of magic himself Old Gisbech, talking to one of the warehouse guards. I wonder what exotic goods the grey haired wizard has brought back – perhaps enough to fill a warehouse? Who would have thought that the wily old devil could have survived yet another ocean voyage?

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Battle Wizard (135 pts)
Old Gisbech
Lvl 2, Wizard’s Staff (10), Dispel Scroll (25)

It seems we’ve missed the city’s own Halberdiers as they disembarked first and have rushed home to see their wives and children.
(I forgot to take a photo of these!!!)

Core Halberdiers (315 pts)
25 ‘Red Company’ Halberdiers [Marienburg]
Full Command, Heavy Armour, Halberd, Immune to Panic + 2 detachments of 6 Free Co’ (60)

Here they are, the mercenary scum we love to see, Tileans! And even better – there’s a company of Ironguts disembarking off the ship behind them! See how neatly these professional soldiers drill. Let them be an inspiration to our own city militia.

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Pikemen (360)

30 Alvise’s Mercenary Pikemen [Tilean]
Full Command, Pike, Heavy Armour

4 Ogre Ironguts (242)
Full Command

And who is to form Conrad’s honour guard for his procession into the city? It’s his handgunners. Hurray. Hey, you, old beggar – get lost. Stop bothering them brave sailors.

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Handgunners (90)
10 Conrad’s Musquetiers [Marienburg]
Immune to Panic

Handgunners (90)
10 Bertrand’s Musquetiers [Marienburg]
Immune to Panic

Yes, we knew they had to be here (otherwise who sailed the ships home!) it’s Conrad’s stout seamen – and look, they're going to march to battle too! See how they are arraying themselves in ranks and files for war.

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Free Company (145)
25 Conrad’s Crew [Marienburg]
Full Command

Now don’t get angry, good folk of the city, they might just prove useful on the field of battle. But do make sure to watch your purses in the meantime. Yup, no scurvy sea dog is too base for hire in Conrad’s army – it’s a bunch of Estalians. Stop booing over there – they’ve come to help!

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Estalian Skirmishers (60)
10 Pedro’s Gang [Estalian]
Slings, shield, Champion

Ah, now that’s more like it! The kind of warrior that makes us all proud, and sporting shiny pistols in good working order. Huzzah for the duellists!

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Duellists with pistols (100)
10 Bertrand’s Crew [Marienburg]
Sword, Pistols (+4), Champion, Skirmishers

Woah now! Here we go – that’s the business Conrad! They ain’t ship’s guns but the real thing. Don’t know where he got ‘em, but I think we’re looking at two of Nuln’s best. I hope those boys know how to use them.

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Two Great Cannon (220) {Both with 2 extra crewmen (+20)}

Three cheers for Conrad. Hip, hip, hurray! Hip, hip …. Wait a minute. Where are they all going? Someone stop them, don’t let them go off into Suiddock – the taverns, the stews, the alehouses. Don’t you see? We’ll never get them out again. Stop them someone!

Too late.

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Ah well, they’ve got their shares of the profit to spend. At least we’ll be rich when the enemy approaches. Maybe we can bribe them?

Unless … maybe Conrad has a cunning plan (involving flowers and a small gnome with some ostrich feathers on a stick)?

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(Edited 'cos I muddled up the pics a bit)
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Post Wed Oct 23, 2013 2:06 pm

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Second installment of Crisis in Marienburg Campaign fluff - a Battle Report from 2008

The Battle of Western Kasteel

Having received his first orders from Avermarshall Konig von Kuttenbach of Averland, Conrad Gelburtz gathered up his force from the taverns and inns of Suiddock and led them out of the city early in the morning despite their aching heads. Breakfast was ale and bread, taken in the few rests on the march.

They were heading towards the village of Melik, just north of Westen Kasteel, where there was intelligence of a Sigmarite allied mercenary Dwarfen army moving towards the city itself. The mercenaries were led by a young Lord whose name was unknown to Conrad, but he cared little, for he was confident the fellow would be dead by nightfall.

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Ahead lay the battlefield and the village. The latter was empty, as the villagers had heard the blaring of horns and beating of drums and knew full well what was about to happen. They had been expecting trouble what with Westen Kasteel's occupation by the invading Sigmarite armies, and had already been raided twice. All had now fled towards Klessen to hide and await the outcome. The road stretched north-south from one side of the battlefield to the other, with an area of fenland to the west and the village to the east.

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Conrad commanded the Tilean Pike regiment, and ordered the Averland Halberdiers to stay on his left flank. Both these regiments moved south across the open fields to the west of the road. The two Handgunner companies were to form the wings of this main body, with one leading the way down the road ahead of Bertrand and the Free Company.

Spotting the hill about the same time as he saw the dwarfen vanguard, Conrad ordered both his cannons to deploy there. Meanwhile he sent his skirmishers through the town – they would spring any traps and then come round on the left flank to support the main attack. The Ogres were instructed to trail behind the two main regiments, ready to deploy on their right flank when there was space.

The dwarfs had brought a lot of firepower – 20 Handgunners, a cannon, 20 Quarrellers and two Bolt Throwers. Conrad cursed himself for not bringing more handgunners (he’d left several companies to guard his fleet). The Dwarfs deployed their strength opposite Conrad’s strong centre, with a regiment of Warriors backed up by a regiment of Hammerers. A company of the dreaded Slayers blocked the road, while the missile troops formed four bodies in a long line, with the war machines spread along it too.

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As the Duellists made their cautious way through the village, with the Estalians lagging behind, the cannons both opened fire. Incredibly one of them scored a direct hit on the dwarfen cannon with it’s first shot, destroying it and ensuring that the two main regiments would not have to face the horror of advancing direct towards it’s muzzle.

The army moved forwards as one, with Handgunners and Detachments acting bravely as screens for the main regiments. Conrad had promised the survivors of those companies that received the first enemy shot a double share of the plunder and loot, and with dwarfen handguns and pistols for the taking they were keen.

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The Duellists emerged from the village to report that it seemed empty. Old Gisbech, still amongst them, now decided he would enter the house next to him and make his way to the upper storey – from the safety of a window he intended to rain forked lightning down on the foe.

Meanwhile the dwarfs opened fire, though some had moved instead. Their first dose of missiles slew some of the Handgunners on the road and nearly wiped out a detachment. The bolt throwers achieved nothing.

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In return the Marienburgers reloaded and fired once more. The two cannons chose to play into the Hammerers and luck smiled on them a second time – in fact they couldn’t believe it. They scored a direct hit on the dwarfen general, and his old warrior guard were too slow to pull him away. The very heart of the dwarfen force, it’s commander, lay dead – and not a sword had yet been drawn!

Notice the hole in the Hammerers?
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As the main regiments drew ever closer – both sides, it has to be admitted, moving cautiously, both trying to cover their flanks, both perhaps at heart afraid of the enemies’ firepower – the dwarfs let fly another withering volley. This time they took down an Irongut and more Handgunners. But yet again their bolt throwers merely ploughed their missiles into the soggy ground!

The two skirmishing companies now moved forwards, thought the Estalians still preferred the concealment of the houses and moved parallel to the Duellists but staying with the lane in the village.

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Old Gisbech slew three of the Slayers with his magic, and enjoyed the cheer that went up from the boys in the street below – they always loved his firework displays. If only the presence of all those dwarfs wasn’t clouding his thoughts. The cannons thought to join in the fun once again, but this time could only wing the Hammerers. By now the Handgunners on the right flank, in the fen below the hill upon which the artillery stood, had taken shelter among the reeds and bogwort and begun firing out of it at the dwarfen crossbows upon the other side.

Yet again, however, the fighting regiments hesitated, as if both sides were uncertain yet if they had inflicted enough damage on the enemy with their firepower. Conrad had started to think that the artillery could win the battle for him on their own!

When the dwarfs third bout of missile fire was unleashed, Conrad started to realise he needed to get his lads stuck in. Another two Ironguts fell to bolt throwers and crossbows, leaving the lone survivor to break and run in panic!

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Now that their protective shield of detachments had been shattered, the halberdiers started to fall to crossbow bolts – and their desperate cry to advance was heard by Conrad and understood. The two armies were now beginning to draw very close …

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With a cheer, the Free Company and the Duellists both charged simultaneously into the Slayers – surely their numbers and skill would outmatch the legendary bravery of the crazy dwarfs? While they threw themselves into the battle, the Estalians finally emerged from the village, only to cower behind a stone wall when they saw the Thunderers waiting there on the right flank of the enemy!

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As one cannon lobbed a ball into the midst of the dwarfen warriors, the other – its barrel growing hot and it’s crew nervous – misfired. Meanwhile on the road Bertrand was slain and fell in the first moment of the fight, and two more warriors fell from each side. But numbers won out, and the fight went on – favouring Conrad’s brave sailors.

The dwarfs now seemed hesitant, and both their Warriors and their Hammerers started falling backwards – they didn’t want to receive the enemies charge, but yearned somehow to deliver one themselves. Their prayers would not be answered! Meanwhile their Thunderers, Quarrellers and Bolt Throwers started tearing great ragged holes in Conrad’s two main regiments.

Enough was enough, Conrad ordered the charge. Both regiments just made it to the foe and combat was joined.

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While they began their fight, the Slayers and Free Company tore into each other, but both sides stood their ground. The Ogre, thinking of his double share and how he would lose it if he fled, decided that he ought to stay after all. He turned around and was soon off to join the Handgunners in the fen were he felt he might be able to sit out the rest of the battle in safety!

The Estalians, suddenly terrified they might be shot at, decided to try their luck against the dwarfen Thunderers. They ran in, taking casualties in the counter-fire, and then conducted themselves as Conrad had seen on many occasions before – they broke and fled. But the left flank was still looking good for the Marienburgers as their Free Company Slew the Dragon Slayer and his last Slayer. In the centre, the Pike got caught up in a bloody, drawn out brawl with the Hammerers while the Halberdiers broke the Dwarfen warriors almost immediately, ran them down and crashed into the Quarrellers behind.

Then, and Conrad cursed for he should have seen it coming, the surviving Quarellers on the left flank of the dwarfs charged into the side of his Pike.

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Moments before, on the Marienburgers’ left, the Thunderers fired into the Duellists who were trying to order themselves after the fight against the Slayers. The sudden loss of four comrades struck them hard, and they ran. Realising moment’s later that there was safety in the village, they turned to follow the Estalians in flight down the little lane to the east.

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The Free Company tried to reach the same Thunderers before they suffered a similar fate, but their charge failed. Dreading the thought of the Bolt Thrower to their immediate right ripping them in two, they found spirit enough to cheer as a cannon ball bounced up and into the machine, creating a veritable cloud of splinters!

They now stood, bemused (and tired) and wondered it they'd done enough to satisfy their commander.

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By now the dwarfs knew the game was up. Even though Conrad himself was wounded, the Pike had held their own against the Hammerers and although they almost broke twice, Conrad’s bravery was just enough to keep them battling.

It was growing dark, and the battle was clearly won. The surviving dwarfs fled the field, Conrad happy to let them fall back unmolested. Victor he might be, but his men were not fit to push on and prolong this fight. And besides, he could hear the thunderous sound of artillery to the south firing at and from the great castle. His men were not ready to join the fray there, yet, at least not now immediately after a battle.

Conrad ordered his army to return to the city. There he would repair and recruit. He needed more soldiers.

SOLID VICTORY for the Marienburg Alliance, in the Westen Kasteel area.

May the gods save Emperor Philip! May Marienburg prosper!

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Post Wed Oct 23, 2013 5:08 pm

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Brilliant! More like a movie, with the unloading of the troops in the docks, I'm surprised you don't have love interests in your batreps, you seem to have everything else :lol: .. If you ever did do a blog regularly I'd follow it! :D
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Post Wed Oct 23, 2013 5:39 pm

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What I have done over the last 6 years or so has been rather like blogging, just scattered over different internet forums.

Maybe I should start one for this 'gathering together of my stuff' exercise? Or maybe I can just carry in here where I know there are some interested parties?
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Post Wed Oct 23, 2013 6:55 pm

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Wonderful stuff Padre. I would love to see more.

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Post Wed Oct 23, 2013 8:18 pm

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Padre wrote:What I have done over the last 6 years or so has been rather like blogging, just scattered over different internet forums.

Maybe I should start one for this 'gathering together of my stuff' exercise? Or maybe I can just carry in here where I know there are some interested parties?


I think there are many many people out there who would love your batreps, that don't necessarily frequent the forums you use. I only found out about them on WFB reporter forum. Whether you do or do not put them all together I am thankful you put them up on here. :)
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Post Wed Oct 23, 2013 9:28 pm

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Thanks for the encouragement, git and vole. Cheers me up considerable. In my happy state I'll post another installment on this evening, even though I was gonna do posts once per day. Why not? Oh, and my comment about Conrad Gelburtz above was made before I remembered that the other tales about him are (by necessity) set before this one.
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The Battle of the Fens

Conrad had been busy in the city. He had bolstered the strength of the army of House Van De Kuypers by a quarter (now 2500 pts). While Bertrand Le Burreur lay a-bed having his wounds tended, Conrad hired an engineer to improve his cannons. They had done so well in the previous battle, he was fascinated to discover what they might do with an expert commanding them. Happy also that Alvise’s Pike regiment had stood their ground with him at the battle of Melik, Conrad thought to hire more pike, and took Cosimo’s Tilean Pike regiment, another 28 men, into his employ.

But there was to be more aid for his force. Thankful for his efforts (but wishing he had seen things through a little better) the Order of the Knights of Manaan sent a company of 6 knights for him to command - and perhaps to spur him on a little? At last Conrad would have some horse soldiers in his army, an element entirely lacking from the force that had disembarked from the fleet and that he had taken to the field with at Melik.

Marching from the city once more, Conrad would face his foe in the fenlands beyond the walls. Very soon his scouts returned to tell him exactly who was ahead– an Empire army of strength equal to his force, crammed with state soldiers and well provided with artillery and knights. This battle would surely prove much harder than his tangle with the mercenary dwarfs.

The field of battle:

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Conrad ordered his army to deploy immediately.

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His handgunners would now try to cover the entire right flank, aided by his two cannons. Surely they were enough to keep any force that approached that way at bay? The two pike regiments he kept together, with the Free Company and Averland Halberdiers guarding their right and left flanks. His knights and Ironguts he ordered to move up on the left, ready to punch through the enemy and sweep around the back of them. His skirmishers he instructed to prepare to plug any gaps and support the main regiments as they saw fit.

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The enemy had brought Bretonnian Knights with them (as well as their vassal Peasant Bowmen), two regiments of Empire Knights, two Cannons, a Mortar, large regiments of Swordsmen and Halberdiers, with Handgunner and Swordsmen detachments. They had Pistoliers and Dogs of War Light Cavalry that could out manoeuvre anything Conrad had. And amongst them were some Dwarfs – refugees from the army that Conrad had defeated at Melik, returned with the Empire General in order to exact revenge.

Conrad’s left flank:

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And his right flank:

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The Empire army’s right flank:

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The armies now both advanced upon each other, drums beating, flags waving, and battle cries galore. The Ogres, however, took a dislike to Conrad’s plan, and chose to linger a moment. In fact Conrad’s left flank all hesitated and failed to advance as fast as they might. But in the centre, where Conrad himself commanded, they marched on.

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A bizarre sight near the Empire’s centre was a company of knights positioning themselves to shield their artillery! Who would have thought that such costly soldiers would be employed in such a role!

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But when Conrad’s handgunners opened up, they took two of the foolish nobility down and the rest broke and fled in fright. They took the crew of the mortar with them, who were no doubt troubled to see their steel-clad betters fleeing the field! This was no bad start for the Marienburgers.

Meanwhile, however, Conrad realised his army would struggle on the left flank, for the enemy had put much of their strength in horse there. He knew that he must order the halberdiers to watch that side. But even as Conrad shouted his orders, the enemy (obviously better rehearsed in their drill and battlefield tactics) had put into motion a plan to trap the brave knights of Marienburg. Their Dogs of War light horse charged headlong into the Knights while the Bretonnians and Empire Knights shuffled into position ready to pounce when the Marienburgers broke through!

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The Red Company (halberdiers) desperately rushed to block the gap where the enemy horse might break through to hit the pike in the flank, while detachments and ogres and duellists all began to move to lend their support too. The Empire Pistoliers thought to shoot their way through, but even with all their bullets could only fell one Estalian!

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On the Empire’s left flank, their two regiments of bowmen advanced to attempt to occupy the hill, though they would soon find themselves harried by Conrad’s two regiments of Handgunners. The Empire's Cannons began to play upon the Halberdiers and Pikemen, while the fight between the Marienburger’s noble knights and the Dogs of War Horse went on. In an echo of the previous engagment, when Conrad’s artillery fired a second time, they destroyed one of the enemy’s cannons, and a loud cheer was heard. Spirits were lifting – they could win!

While the army of House Van Der Kuypers cheered, the cannonless crew ran towards the other engines of war to find themselves a purpose in the battle!

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On the Marienburgers' left the knights forced the Light Horse to flee, and crucially managed to hold themselves back from pursuing. They had recognised the trap that lay for them ahead. The Empire Pistoliers suddenly came thundering down the hill, deciding that if they couldn’t shift the Estalians with lead, they would use steel instead.

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Smashing through, which came as no surprise to anyone, the Pistoliers’ momentum carried them onto the knights. There they found ‘slightly’ more resistance!

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In the centre the Pike regiments now decided to get stuck in. Charging the Handgunner detachment ahead of them, they came in so fast that the enemy could not load and fire quick enough. The cloth clad soldiers failed to slow down the Pike one jot, so that both regiments bashed through and smashed into the enemy’s main regiments of foot soldiers. The Free Company also kept pace and charged into the detachment of swordsmen attempting to protect the Empire Halberdiers’ flank.

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What they didn’t know was that two Warrior Priests stood at the front of both the Empire Swordsmen and Halberdiers, and that both regiments were enspelled by magic to make them unbreakable. Of course the detachment wasn’t so protected by magic, and the Free Company broke them and pursued - but not far enough! They now found themselves sitting right in front of the (now rallied) Empire Knights.

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On the Empire left, the two regiments of Archers, receiving lead-shot all the way, managed finally to occupy the hill. [Though the peasant’s standard bearer found himself performing a very odd job!!]

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Conrad’s Ogres suddenly decided to join the battle and crashed into the flank of the Pistoliers. What with Ogres in their side and Knights of the Inner Circle to their front, the Pistoliers were soon broken, and fled off the field. The Ogres attempted to pursue them but ground to a halt on the extreme left of the Marienburg force.

The Tilean Pikemen in the centre of the field, however, were doing appallingly. Even with about 35 attacks, they just couldn’t win the combat against the Swordsmen and the Halberdiers. And when they did lose, both broke and fled, with Cosimo’s entire regiment dying there and then. Alvise’s boys, with General Conrad Gelburtz himself amongst them, just managed to escape a similar fate and bravely rallied, reformed and turned to face their foe again. Meanwhile the duellists raced as best they could to attempt to support the general and his unit.

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From here events were to turn very sour for the Marienburgers. There were some successes on the left flank – the Ogres managed to destroy the enemy’s knights and even kill the Empire General. The halberdiers stood successfully against the Bretonnian knights, broke them, then charged them again to drive them right off the field. But in the centre old Gisbech the Wizard (with the Free Company, stupidly fighting in their front rank) perished, and the Free Company he had been with were broken then ridden down. Conrad’s regiment charged the swords again, and although he himself killed a priest in a challenge, the Pikemen simply could not harm their foe. The Swordsmen once more won the combat, broke the pike again, and chased them now for the last time.

The pike could not flee fast enough, and were all cut down. In amongst them, his body trampled under foot, layConrad Gelburtz himself! The enemy didn’t even noticed as they ran over him and smashed into the duellists. Of course the skirmishers had not chance at all, and soon were running too, only to be hacked apart as they tried to escape.

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Both armies were shattered, scattered, confused. Both had no commander. Neither had the strength or the will to fight on. And as darkness fell, they fell back from each other, dragging some of the wounded with them, but leaving many to die that night of their wounds, screaming, half submerged in the stinking fen.

Result: Draw (167 points difference, favouring Empire, in a 2,500 point game. (Faction lists used for both armies, I think)
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The Master of House Van Der Kuypers delivers the following speech in the Hall of the Directorate:

We can win this war. We can defend our mighty city against all foes.

Our allies are many, including the brave League of Free Traders, who see plainly that Free Trade must be allowed, otherwise none will prosper and all will fall under the dark rule of foolish and witless men. These ignorant masses, they think to take our wealth from us – let them try!

We people of Marienburg are sailors, and sailors are proven the best of all men. Only sailors are master of three trades – Navigation, Trading, and Fighting. No other profession can claim this. Our armies and our fleets are made up of the best of men. How can we lose?

Prosperity comes from trading and piracy, as all educated and worthy merchants know. We are masters of prosperity. Even the Greenskins who have joined us to fight the foe can see this. These Orc warlords upon their mighty Waagh know that to prosper we must be allowed to trade and rob and plunder.

Yet I have heard that our enemies think we have done wrong to ally with fighting Orcs. To them I say this:

Res dura, et regni novitas me talia cogunt
Moliri, et late fines custode tueri.

If they an answer that, if they can find argument that makes such ancient wisdom untrue, then perhaps our people will listen.

But in the meantime, we will kill all those who think to take what is ours.


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The following picture shows the moment the secretary of House Van Der Kuypers read the now famous speech of defiance made by his master in the Hall of the Directorate.

You should be able to make out the Secretary himself (in green) and his servant gnome holding the book for him. Behind the dias are several ensigns from the forces in and around the city. Sharing the stage with the speaker are a number of captains, orc and human, as well as a magistrate of the City court. The Orcen General has just barked out his agreement with the secretary's words, pointing at him and growling "Manling speaks true. We kill all enemies. We am de best!"

To the right of the stage (as you view it) stand several ladies and an Arabian emissary, to the left a little band of goblin commanders. The foreground contains a crowd of citizens, sailors, soldiers and militia. Right behind the stage, sitting at the front of the Guild Hall, is a statue of Manaan in his aspect as god of the eastern seas.

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They all cheered at the end of the defiant speech. Spirits have been lifted in Marienburg.

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A Gift

House van de Kuypers wishes that it be known that the great and noble Infanta of Magritta has shown her continued support for Marienburg in our time of troubles by giving command of a company of Estalian Handgunners to Bertrand le Bourreur, acting Captain General of the aformentioned House. These are to bolster the House's militia force for the impending defence of the city's walls.

Here she can be seen in the fashionable dress of the Magrittan court presenting the handgunners for review by the Captain General himself. She is flanked by her Champion, the undefeated Don Pedro de Merida, in his full armour (it is rumoured he sleeps in it), and her mysterious warrior chaparone Senorita Pilar (who never leaves the princess's side).

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May Marienburg Prosper! The gods protect the Infanta!

Let this news end all rumours that Bertrand le Bourreur lies ill a-bed. He is fully recovered, praise Manaan and Myrmidia, and fit and ready to command the House Militia.

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Our New Allies

Gossip from The Pelican’s Perch Inn, Suiddock

I’ve just been outside the Gisoreux Road Gate. You should see it, or maybe not? Perhaps it’s best you don’t go? Some of our new allies are camped out there. I mean, I’d heard that we had greenskin allies, we've all heard that, but I thought … well, I thought they would be like the galley slaves or the pit fighters. But that’s not what’s out there. Not at all. Yes, I’d heard that there were armies of them – but I thought it was just gossip, like rumours turned into tall tales by a game of Cathayan whispers.

But now I’ve seen it with my own eyes. There are thousands of them out there, in huge sprawling camps. And they’re armed to the teeth. I walked amongst them, and they … they grinned at me! I thought they were sneering, snarling, growling. But they were smiling, laughing, shouting. I think.

I saw this bunch of goblins standing around a spit with what looked like a roast dog on it. The smell was weird - I could smell the fleshmeat but I could smell the goblins too. I was wretching while my mouth watered. I had to stop myself from laughing nervously, because they were wearing oversized armour, helmets lolling to one side and such. Then I realised they were probably taken from men they’ve killed. That sure stopped any urge to laugh. They looked at me, but stared right through me. Thank Manaan they were more interested in their food.

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I tell you straight, it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen out there. It's like some nightmare. I had to jump aside as umpteen huge chariots – I’m not joking, they have chariots out there! – and boar riders came thundering by. Like it was the most natural thing in the world for a party of orcs to take a ride around the city!

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Then I heard this crack, like a pistol, and insane giggling. So I ran up a mound and took a look in the direction the sound came from, and there were goblins there with handguns! I mean goblins, and they looked like they knew how to use the guns. They’d just shot a gull, for food not sport I think. No word of a lie: goblins, crazy, insane, giggling goblins. With handguns! I got away from them fast.

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So I run over the way a bit to those old ruins to the north of the road, tents and huts all over the place, and I climb up onto that wall where Old Eckel was found ten years ago. From there I got a good view of the place. Vicious dogs were roaming around in packs, skulking between the greenskins tents and huts. You should see how they build, if you can call it building. Their huts look like something a gang of street urchins have thrown together to make a den! I could see orcs, regiments of them, marching around in the distance, more boar riders arrayed in a line on top of a hill. But then a figure emerged from a hut up ahead, a huge fat orc decorated with all sorts of barbaric baubles, and pierced all over – and you know could feel the magic coming from him. The air rippled, I tell you. He was some sort of shaman, powerful, mean.

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I ducked so he couldn’t see me and took a look out towards the edge of the camp. Now I don’t want to worry you, but they're not here for their holidays. They’ve got palisades put up – proper defences. They’ve made bastions for their war engines, and they’ve got goblins at every machine, like they’re ready for anything. It’s not just a camp out there, all higgledy-piggledy, it's more like a fort.

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So I’m starting to think I ought to get back, but I can see a part where orcs are camped now. So I creeps behind this huge pile of wood and takes a closer look. And hey, if the goblins looked comical around their fire, there’s nothing funny about the orcs. There was this bunch, important looking, with standard bearers following them around, all stood about a cauldron. It was like the goblins but bigger, meaner. I was shaking - I've never been so close to fighting, free orcs. I know they've been seen in the city, disembarking from ships and such, but I'd never seen them myself. I have now!

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Then there was this drumming, getting closer, with lots of shouting, growling and screeching too. And stamping of feet, and by the gods I tell no lie, a regiment of orcs marches right past me – singing! Manaan only knows what they where singing, but it sounded like a fighting song to me. Maybe that’s the only kind they know?

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By now I’d had enough, I didn’t want to stay around there when it started getting dark. So I left and came back through the gate. One of the guards winked at me, as if to say: “That’s not what you thought you’d see now, is it?” But then he started shouting at these two tiny goblins who had followed me out of the camp, so I left him to it and came back here.

I need another ale. In fact, let’s all have one, before the orcs drink it all!

Drink, drink and be merry, for we are surrounded by brute orcs and no-one seems to care!

[Edited to correct muddled title - previous title, subtitle and intro' somehow all got muddled together!]
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Post Fri Oct 25, 2013 4:17 am

Re: An Old Campaign #1

Dang!

This is great. Imaginative, well written, concise. Very well photographed.

I can't wait to read more.
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Post Fri Oct 25, 2013 11:33 am

Re: An Old Campaign #1

Thank you, Orjetax. Once again, emboldened by your comments, I will quickly post another instalment ...

The Arabyans Arrive!

Great cheers and strange horns and drums heard in the city of Marienburg

It seems House van de Kuypers has come good in its promise to find aid for the defence of the city, beyond that which can be got from Tilea or Estalia. The great trading house has great influence over the Sultan of Amon himself, rumoured to be one of the richest princes in the Arabyan realms.

Now the van de Kuypers connections have paid off, for a fleet of dhows, baghlas and bhoums has arrived this very morning carrying an entire army from Amon. They caused fear at their appearance, for though Arabyans have been seen many a time in such a cosmopolitan city as ours, never have so many as this come, armed and armoured for war. The Sultan’s nephew, princely commander of this force, the Emir Sadrin al Marwan entered the city first. Being young, a keen sailor and a frequent past visitor to Marienburg, he was soon drinking outside his favourite Paleisbuurt tavern, with his travelling court around him and Bertrand le Bourreur who had rushed to greet this most welcome guest. From here the emir would watch his army parade through the palace district and listen to the cheers of the assembled populace.

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First come his Southern Southlanders, warriors from a far off jungle land who are rumoured to be so fearsome in battle that Arabyan enemies of the Amon have fled at the sight of them. They carry beaten bronze shields and their war cry is a sound never before heard in Marienburg!

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Once the observers can draw their eyes away from the tribesmen, they get their first glimpse of the full strength of the Arabyan force. Some servants of House van de Kuypers had already rushed to put silken pendants upon the lantern poles (much to the confusion of the locals) so that the Arabyans would think that the city was joyous to see them. Behind the tribesmen rides the white bearded general, the field commander of this army, upon a white steed barded with iron scales for war. He is an old veteran of a hundred desert battles, and all can tell he will see nothing in this war that shall make him afraid. The army standard bearer rides by his side, the standard furled for some reason, with a human skull pierced through at the top.

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Then come what must be the Emir’s Palace Guard, a regiment of spearmen bedecked in expensively gilded and enamelled armour. They march with the precision of parade soldiers, with a sergeant by their side even more garishly dressed than them. The observers gasp when they realise these men, each and every one, is wearing a silken cloak!

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Next in line are a company of Light Horse, armed with composite bows, their mounts (at 14 or 15 hands) looking more expensive than that of even the richest young pistolier. These Arabyans certainly breed fine horses. The gathered squires of the Order of Manaan mutter amongst themselves, and look on jealously.

Then comes a huge regiment of desert warriors armed with spears, followed closely by what appears to be two detachments. It seems the Sultan army is not backward in its drill and techniques. One detachment even has handguns, no doubt sold to the Sultan by van de Kuypers’ merchants, and now back here in the city to do us service. The other detachment have crossbows.

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Behind them marches a regiment of black clad swordsmen, with strange Arabic script written upon their black flag. The curved blades some of them carry (‘scimitars’ explains one young squire to another) look vicious, with more brutal curves than even our sailors’ cutlasses.

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Just as Captain Von Wallenstien arrives to greet the Emir, then next regiment comes into view. And even Von Wallenstein, as far from a youngling or stay at home as you can get, looks surprised. For it is a company of riders, mounted upon the most hideous, malformed horses any in Marienburg have ever seen. Great hunchbacked things with comical faces. Still, they march well in the parade and might give even a crazed Sigmarite something to think twice about!

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Von Wallenstein, recently elected Commander of the city’s forces in place of the Count, bows as best he can to the young emir (though he has seen the lad drunk many a time before, he now has to accept that the fellow must be shown some respect!). Then the gasp, the loudest yet from the crowd, makes him forget his manners and turn away from the emir, his hand almost reaching for his sword. The Emir and Bertrand le Bourreur both laugh as Von Wallenstien stands dumbfounded by the sight of the huge beast being dragged along the street. A War Elephant! The stuff of legend.

Von Wallestien speaks, “How in the name of Manaan did they get that here?”

“Not easy, my friend, not easy at all,” answers the emir. “Do you have any gardens you want manuring? I could give you a good price for the stuff.”

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At the very back, behind another small regiment of crossbowmen (the Sultan must have known we would have need of many upon our walls) comes the baggage. Supplies for the army, peppers and spices for the city, carried by a legion of slaves and more of the deformed horses. Perhaps, is it possible, this elicits the greatest cheer from the crowd, or is it just that it seems louder after the silence caused by the sight of the elephant?

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A grand parade indeed. Perhaps we should not fear for the future after all? What fools are the landlubber Sigmarites and Middenheimers to make war on us, when we have whole world of allies to help us, from the farthest reaches of the globe. And they have only their anger and fear and flagellation to drive them on!

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(Note: My Arabyan army has since grown - new troops and just as important, new ranks added to the regiments. Such was necessary for tabletop viability as the new rules editions came out!)
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