GREETINGS BRIKWARRIORS.
TIS I, RUNSWITHLEGOS!
So it's been a moment since my last posts... well, suffice to say that I burnt out during the pandemic, cutting short my last return. But!!!! I have since moved to Boston, gotten settled, and found a really neat crew of miniwargamers! They are the 'Arvard 'Ardboys and they have been very welcoming and very kind over the summer. Having finally gotten a-hold of a large chuk of my factions from Colorado, I have decided that it's time to bring Brikwars to Beantown, and teach these Miniacs the true power of ABS warfare.
I got to run a pair of games last monday, and had a lovely time. Here's how they went:
THE BATTLEFIELD:
Welcome to our Battlefield! A crossing on The picturesque Gnarls River.
On one bank, we have the Rainbow Forest, filled with wonderful and beguiling plants. A scatter of sturdy rainbow growths serve as potential cover, with the remains of a fishing hut stands watch over one side of the crossing.
Upon the other, We have a river-side picnic set up with Military Precision and well guarded with an Entrenchment. Two Clonefigs enjoy their early morning stroll down the riverside, Utterly unaware of the bloodshed on the horizon.
FIRST BATTLE!
Mere moments later, the Strollers are banished by the sudden and spontaneous incursion by two far-ranging squads of battleready Figs.
(Both Forces have a Hero, 2 RifleFigs, and three Melee Figs. Our goal was mutual Anihilation)
Tromping into the Picnic, The Ajax Coalition's long-range Scout Squad takes stock. , Commander Urgrok Sniffs the air and turns to his men. Combeads sparkle in their ears when he locks in this area as their Target Zone. (Heroic Archetype: Sci-fi ActionHero)
"What a perfect place to set some roots... But Don't Get comfy just yet Lads, I sense some serious Pomposity dead ahead. Lets Lock and load!" Guttural Growls complete, he hefts his rocket launcher with a grim smile.
(Played by _______ a 'Arvard 'Ardboy who's name eludes me at the moment but will be acquired and attributed asap!)
Opposite this space-tech squad, a set of stiff underlips quiver in anticipation. A squad of Royal Red Marines find themselves quite far from their sea-salt origins, But where there is Water, there is War! And so Captain Dante D'Ashing Clicks his heels. and gives his Swash-iest Smile ((Heroic Archetype: Swashbuckling Seadog)
"I Sense a coastline un-squabled over!" he Harrumphs Imperiously, "Forward March, men! For Queen and Baseplate!!"
(Played by yours truly, RunswithLegos)
TURN ONE
With the Initiative on their side, the Royal Reds jump into action! Riflemen march to the middle of the field, while the Brave Captain takes a heroic leap up onto the fishing shack, barking orders to his swordsmen.
"Ahoy! Foes Across the straight! charge the crossing! Meet Foreign flesh with Royal steel!"
The Coalition responds with text-book skill, Green Rangers taking position at the entrenchment while Squadie Tony sprints through the container, finding it's far end rather easy to kick open.
CRACK-SPLAT!
Squadie Tony's shot hit's home and stains the river-bank with Firstblood.
"OORWAAGH LAD! THAT'S HOW YA DO IT!" Roars Urgrok, His Battle-lust a-Growing. Not to be outdone he takes to the trench and pops off with his rocket, hoping to take advantage of that regimentaly rigid cluster of saber swinging saltlickers.
Unfortunately for him, close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades and his shot goes wide.
Wait... RPG stands for Rocket Propelled Grenade, doesn't it... another Red adds his fluids to the fanciful colors of the rainbow bank. (I had forgotten to pre-make an Explosion effect, and we were pressed for time, so you'll just have to appreciate this lil' line of flames.)
TURN 2
Undaunted by the spacer's startling command of Shot and Powder, Captain Dante Bravely orders his men forward.
When his men get into position, He takes a deep breath and attempts a **HEROIC FEAT** "First rank, FIRE! Second rank, FIRE!"
**FAILURE.** The quick-witted Ajax rangers About-face and moon the troopers, throwing off the first shots' aim and stifling their attempt to rapid-relod.
"Sir, we only have one rank..."
Following the failed musket-fire, the final Saberswinger closes the distance to his foes.
Ranger Jobe Leaps to the rampart to meet him, angry inches drawing them into slashing range
In a flash of steel Axe bests Saber and a Third Royalist's red is splashed to the stream.
"Right then, It is past time we cut these flintlock toting failures down to size!"
Commander Urgrok takes to the head of the Rangers, Discarding his RPG and reachign for his Power-Maul.
A heft, A hurl, and A miss! the Maul flies through the window of the fishing hut, missing the far mariner, though his compatriot is not so lucky. dead-eyed fire from the Squadies combine to cut him down. Squadie Tony of course barges into the Squad-net radio to claim credit for 'his' second kill of the skirmish.
TURN 3
Things are looking a bit dire for the Royal Red Marines, and even worse still when Private Clumberclatch's shot sails into the sky above the spacer's heads.
"Trust a Press-ganged Pack of Pissers like you all to shame me in front of these new foes!" Captain Dante grits his teeth and swings down from his crows-nest position, charging up to run Urgrok through.
"Look out Captain!!!" Is what Ranger Bort 100% totally screamed out as he was hefted- er I mean... Hurled himself in-front of Captain's blade, red-shirting himself for the sake of his Noble Commander.
"A ponce like you's hardly worth my time, Sick 'im Lads." Urgrok tanks an attack of opportunity as he shoulders past the Captain, instead choosing to put the last Private down with a burst of his carbine that goes three dice Over-the-top, Misting the poor seadog.
But the Ajax Commander's job isn't done just yet, With both of the Squadie's Shots missing and his Ranger's whiffing, the ponce still stands. All that's left to do is a **HEROIC FEAT**
"I'd say walk the plank, but you'd be a waste of good wood. "
**SUCESS!** Urgrok whips around and unloads the last of his magazine into the back of Captain Dante's head.
The blood-soaked tricorn hat falls artfully upon the (totally) self sacrificing Ranger Bort, a fitting honor for the AC's only casualty.
GAME OVER! AJAX COALITION VICTORY!
nd that was the first Brikwars game held at a Mini's Monday!
Here's an overview of the carnage;
Royal Reds: 1 kill, 5 loss
Ajax Coalition: 5 kills, 1 loss
The Dice were not friendly to me, but such is life. I had a fantastic time sharing Brikwars with my new Friend, and the swift action and easy-to use rules allowed us to bang that battle out in a cool 35 minutes! Best of all, it was a delight to share the absurdity of Brikwars. Multiple times a turn we were chuckling as figs were torn apart, trans-red tiles were liberally poured out, and feats failed. An all around success!
