I was at the Stand To 2016 show, yesterday, at the Shildon NRM and was lucky enough to play Dave Docherty's Sands of the Sudan game.
While at the show I also met with Zabadak and Manic_Miner (from the Lead Adventure Forum - who is a trader of 28mm Fantasy and Sci-Fi figures, which are excellent! Check out his Four A Miniatures shop to see what I mean. He's on Facebook, here. I bought a couple of bits from him ... more to follow!)
Anyway, the game.
Pre-Show Set Up
The British Relief Column
The besieged settlement, guarded by Egyptian Infantry & British Engineers.
Also, being the whole point of the game, the General's Daughter - who needed rescuing!
Early action: Some wally in charge of the British has caused a rather large mob, armed with spears,
to emerge from the village and attack two regiments of the Camel Corp. I wish I could say that my
rash actions of seeing off pesky natives hadn't caused the incident, but it would be a lie if I did.
Me: 'Eh up, is that the time. Dinner break! I'll just leave you chaps to sort out my mess, while I pop out to eat my sandwiches. Steve and James take charge of the British, and sort out the mess I'd started.
Ah. There's a load of angry natives trying to get into the village.
Bugger! They've got in. "About face, lads. Three rounds, rapid fire!"
James, being a proud Scottish chap, decided that The Black Watch should be the heroes of the day, and set a gruelling pace of march to rapidly eat up the distance between them and the village.
I'm still at Lunch. The Camel Corp is now all engaged and about to see off the pesky foreigners. The 19th Hussars, closest to shot, have seen off two lots of infantry during the course of the action. "Up and at them boys! Up and at 'em!"
Meanwhile, with the Kolkata Knight Riders, "Subedar, we can't have those kilted chaps stealing our glory now, can we. Onward and upwards boys, and ride those enemy down!"
Lots of camels in the Sudan (Martin Cooke and Matt Crump now realise why I keep going on about camels!)
The defenders of the village see off the enemy. But the General's Daughter is getting flighty (typical woman. They don't have the spunk that a good British soldier's got).
"Enemy to front, boys. Subedar ... Charge!"
"Hamish, those glory seeking cavalry chaps are trying to steal our laurels. Onward The Black Watch!"
"What the! Where did they come from, Hamish? ... Column, halt! Left face. Present arms. Fire!"
While this is happening, over on the other side of the field... "Ma'am, I have the honour to be your servant, and if you'd like to accompany us."
The Black Watch sees off the Fuzzy Wuzzies!
The Bengal Lancers win the day. Huzzah!
The General's Daughter is rescued!
"Subedar, let us get back to camp in time for tiffin."
Our host. Dave Docherty.
Three cheers for David, boys.
Hip hip, Huzzah!
The thwarted commander of The Black Watch, James the Mad Tin Hatter
Me. The chap who caused a riot in the native village early in the game, then buggered off for dinner!
Captain Roy Williamson, VC