Rats Drift.
We all do it. A
familiar set of rules that fit like a comfy pair of old, um,
slippers. (I've never owned a pair, but I get the concept. I'm
retired- not old enough to wear 'em or a cardigan!) I'd joined a
Lost Worlds FB site. Done it in the past, want to revisit, so you'll
see these elements cropping up. I've posted a pirate campaign
earlier in the hopes of attracting some younger players of our
acquaintance into playing. But alas so far they have resisted the
cerebral side. Need to paint plastic pirates with silly guns and
skulls.
Digress. My plotting
was that one faction of said campaign would find the treasure map
that would lead them to a mysterious island somewhere of the coast of
Africee. Here all manner of creatures would await them. You know,
hanging around in set locations waiting for them to turn up, looking
at pocket watches, drinking coffee and buffet spam or fish paste
sandwiches. Of course the hired hands would turn out to be mutinous
pirate dogs. This is the nature of such and must not be denied.
So here, perhaps, is a
proto-kingdom on that far flunged land. A tranquil spot by a lovely
river. A fort nestles against a pool. The farm of Rats Drift
nestles nearby, with its population of happy, industrious farmers.
What would rats farm? Cheese plants? This I have skirted for now.
Please ignore this omission, dear reader and lettuce continue in a
spirit of concord and imagination.
But what is this?
Dread Rat Raiders approach our happy homestead, intend on spreading
disharmony and bloodshed! Thus we set the scene. Tony took the
defenders, who set out on their morning patrols, as you do.
Tony had 10 gun armed
militia with leaders. The fort had 2 fixed cannon & crew. The
farm had 8 farmtool armed workers. (All these were Rebels Pyrats
whilst most of the rest were Pendrakens 10mm rats). The raiding rats
were 4 sections of 8, the young Turks (Rebel again) 2 sections of
nasty chopper types and the command which included a 4 squad of the
dread white mice suicide bombers.
I diced for entry
location, 1-2 the ford near fort, 3-4 the other side of the fort and
5-6 the long road.
First came the young
Turks along the long road. Next a chopper squad across the ford.
Ahah! Chance to take his militia in the rear. They don't like it up
'em! But they repeatedly failed. Rapidly came to the conclusion
that they didn't want to get their feet wet (it's freezing! My mum
gave us a note-) So the initiative was lost. The YT's stormed down
the road just as the farmers dashed to the aid of their militia
brethren. Sliding over the wall, they started looting and a-burning
as is their wont.
The farmers realising
that they had enemy to the rear, half returned (half in woods) to
defend their home. The furthest militia unit, seeing flames arise
from happy homestead marched to the sound of the flames.
Another chopper unit
came on the long road and proceeded with reactions from Tony. Then
my leader makes his appearance and his party dashes for the cannon!
Meastwhile the militia
line up on me poor choppers and start pouring in the flying lead.
Bodies start to drift downstream and any idea of momentum is lost.
Then the farmers hit them from the flank and all is lost. The last
one is drowned, poor soul! The leader manages to escape and works
his way around the shrubbery.
The battle for Rats
Drift heats up. The militia climb the roofs, work through the ruins
and lay volleys down on the YT's below. The farmers charge in and
the survivors are repulsed, retreating leaderless (cut down by a
cunning volley) to their brethren choppers. Together they advance!
The farmers, realising that they are outnumbered rapidly retreat to
the fort. The militia having enemy to their rear start to reform.
Now it's the white
meeces moment of glory! I treat those as a Flying Lead artillery
strike- you get 1-3 dice dependent on range, any failure allows the
target to move the hit marker one move (1fail S, 2=M, 3=L) A taper
is passed a bomb it lit and a rat's away! Um, not the best results.
One own goal (a 1, which I took as a faulty short fuse) but the fence
is toast even if the cannon survived. Undaunted – and still facing
the cannon, who only got off one bang will cost them dear! The
leader dashes over the still smoking, rat covered shards into the
fort!
So in the middle the
home team is outnumbered by the approaching horde supported by the
last of the YT's, who sneak back over the wall! In the centre the
rebels storm through the fort.
And there we had to
leave it! Not often we have to leave a game uncompleted, one so
perilously balanced! Still twas fun, the white mice added a surreal
touch. Yes we could have done it (as I had originally planned) with
a human side. If so, the rats would have been mooks-one hit wonders.
Everyone was Q4 C2. Guns were M range +2, 2 activations to unload.
Units went with the leader rather than group activations. Cannon
were +6 (first target, +5next, etc) 6 actions to reload with 3 crew
(so requiring 2 group activations). Go on, have a go – have fun!
No one will ever know---.
Young Turks |
Militia patrols |
Drowned rat! |
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