Till
Adventurer
(This AAR is about King Arthur - The Roleplaying Wargame , a Total War knock-off in a fantasy setting with RPG elements.)
Uther Pendragon and Excalibur (or some other sword - i'm not a weapon nut)
We open the story with the death of my father, Uther Pendragon, last king of Britain. Actually, let's move on from the details of his death - they are too... painful to bear thinking about. Let's just keep in mind that i had nothing whatsoever to do with his demise.
Merlin and Excalibur
Now, to the pressing matter of my legacy. Apart of being the heir to the last rightful king, i also pulled a magic sword out of a stone. Only the legitimate ruler could achieve that, both because Merlin the Wizard said so, and because i was the first to have a go at it, and i am the legitimate ruler. So there.
Me and Excalibur
Incredibly, the other leaders of Britain defied me and set up their own petty kingdoms. I'm stuck with a few grunts in Cornwall. I'll have to convince the other rulers to bow to me. The magic sword will come handy there. Well, if it were magical. Turns out Merlin was stretching the truth a little, and the sword no longer has any magic. Bummer. I'll hang on to it for the time being, anyway.
Cornwall. It's so...small.
As i already mentioned, i'm currently in Cornwall, where i grew up under a foster father. His son, Sir Kay, doesn't mind getting his hands dirty, so he gets to lead my army.
Cornwall is conquered so quickly that i didn't have time to finish a battle painting, but it looks like we'll get one soon:
What a one-sided account!
Now, it may look like helping King Mark would be the right thing to do, but there's the matter of Sir Kan. Sir Kan has long been my enemy, telling lies about my character and deeds wherever he can. He even insinuated that i had something to do... no, let's not spread his falsehoods for him.
King Mark is known as a generous man, and i fear he may have taken Sir Kan as a guest. If that's the case he has no doubt fallen victim to Kan's silver tongue and instigated all kind of treachery to leave King Idres no choice but to attack.
I make my decision by conducting a auspice with a wise duck in a nearby pond:
King Arthur: "Quack if Sir Kan and King Mark are responsible for the conflict, and roar if they are not"
Wise Duck: "Quack"
There you have it, just as i feared.
I march for King Mark's army, but winter interrupts. After dwindling my thumbs for a few months, my men finally decide it's not too cold for fighting anymore, and we meet King Mark in battle:
The battle happened mostly in the woods, so it was hard to make a proper painting. This will have to do for now. Don't ask me which guys belong to us - Sir Kay handles those matters.
The battle is won by superior tactics: For every enemy weapon, one of our soldiers is ordered to impale itself on it, making it thereby useless and its wielder easily dispatched by our superior numbers.
A glorious victory!
While King Mark has been slain in battle, Sir Kan appears to have fled just in time. The rascal. His whereabouts soon become obvious, however, as another scandalously slanted news report reaches me of Sir Kan's schemings:
Somebody (Kaaan!) really has a bone to pick with poor King Idras. He even gave me a proper magical sword for killing King Mark!
Comments and suggestions regarding strategy are welcome, but remember: I am the king! I decide what's for dinner, and i'll have the head of whoever suggest Brussels sprouts.
Misunderstood king Idreas reigns in the south, while devious king Bertram and Sir Kan plot our downfall in the north. (We are in the west.)

Uther Pendragon and Excalibur (or some other sword - i'm not a weapon nut)
We open the story with the death of my father, Uther Pendragon, last king of Britain. Actually, let's move on from the details of his death - they are too... painful to bear thinking about. Let's just keep in mind that i had nothing whatsoever to do with his demise.

Merlin and Excalibur
Now, to the pressing matter of my legacy. Apart of being the heir to the last rightful king, i also pulled a magic sword out of a stone. Only the legitimate ruler could achieve that, both because Merlin the Wizard said so, and because i was the first to have a go at it, and i am the legitimate ruler. So there.

Me and Excalibur
Incredibly, the other leaders of Britain defied me and set up their own petty kingdoms. I'm stuck with a few grunts in Cornwall. I'll have to convince the other rulers to bow to me. The magic sword will come handy there. Well, if it were magical. Turns out Merlin was stretching the truth a little, and the sword no longer has any magic. Bummer. I'll hang on to it for the time being, anyway.

Cornwall. It's so...small.
As i already mentioned, i'm currently in Cornwall, where i grew up under a foster father. His son, Sir Kay, doesn't mind getting his hands dirty, so he gets to lead my army.
Cornwall is conquered so quickly that i didn't have time to finish a battle painting, but it looks like we'll get one soon:

What a one-sided account!
Now, it may look like helping King Mark would be the right thing to do, but there's the matter of Sir Kan. Sir Kan has long been my enemy, telling lies about my character and deeds wherever he can. He even insinuated that i had something to do... no, let's not spread his falsehoods for him.
King Mark is known as a generous man, and i fear he may have taken Sir Kan as a guest. If that's the case he has no doubt fallen victim to Kan's silver tongue and instigated all kind of treachery to leave King Idres no choice but to attack.
I make my decision by conducting a auspice with a wise duck in a nearby pond:
King Arthur: "Quack if Sir Kan and King Mark are responsible for the conflict, and roar if they are not"
Wise Duck: "Quack"
There you have it, just as i feared.
I march for King Mark's army, but winter interrupts. After dwindling my thumbs for a few months, my men finally decide it's not too cold for fighting anymore, and we meet King Mark in battle:

The battle happened mostly in the woods, so it was hard to make a proper painting. This will have to do for now. Don't ask me which guys belong to us - Sir Kay handles those matters.
The battle is won by superior tactics: For every enemy weapon, one of our soldiers is ordered to impale itself on it, making it thereby useless and its wielder easily dispatched by our superior numbers.

A glorious victory!
While King Mark has been slain in battle, Sir Kan appears to have fled just in time. The rascal. His whereabouts soon become obvious, however, as another scandalously slanted news report reaches me of Sir Kan's schemings:

Somebody (Kaaan!) really has a bone to pick with poor King Idras. He even gave me a proper magical sword for killing King Mark!
Comments and suggestions regarding strategy are welcome, but remember: I am the king! I decide what's for dinner, and i'll have the head of whoever suggest Brussels sprouts.

Misunderstood king Idreas reigns in the south, while devious king Bertram and Sir Kan plot our downfall in the north. (We are in the west.)