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Issue 4

South Saxon Slaughter!

Dear Gildas,
                I can barely contain my Saxon delight at another glorious victory over our less handsome and inbred cousins, the south Saxons.
                Fresh from our victory at Bassa's ford we advanced deep into enemy territory, singing gaily (steady!) as we went. Across the road was another rabble of southerners, even worse than the last lot. We weren't going to waste any time with this lot, we wanted past and onto the rich pickings further down the road.
               An ambush of enemy skirmishers wasn't going to delay us, our rearguard of bows quickly put them to flight. (although 3 snake eyes in a row ensured they didn't run that far!).
               Prince Oswald, quickly gave orders to his troops to reform into better formations, and sent them towards the enemy.
               Advancing down the road towards Thegn Hussa and his Duguth was none other than Prince Tubbs himself, recognisable from the massive ginger minge he has covering his face.
               Staying in line the enemy contacted my advanced units. One unit of geoguth, so eager to get into the fight continuously went manic, but just couldn't get by anyone to get into the fight.  Meanwhile at the front, Ginger wazzock had challenged brave glorious (kind to animals) Thegn Hussa. He must of thought he could of repeated his luck at Bassa's ford, but not this time. Hussa quickly wounded him, and although receiving a flesh wound (tis nothing!!) finished off the opposing ginger nut.
               There is not much more to tell, apart from then on unit after unit of southern traitors fell to my lads. The whole army was destroyed apart from some skirmishers and a lone horseman.
               So great was the carnage that we were slowed down by all the dead bodies. The ravens will feed well today.
                I hope this serves as a warning that that King Offa (known as feck to his friends) and his saxons will soon rain(as in piss) all over this land soon to be called England ( or Saxonia).
             

 Bard Wellus Hunguss
 

Issue 3

A Proclamation

To be posted throughout the lands of the Southern Britons

 I, Tella O’Deeds, Irish historian, poet and advisor to the court of Ambrosius Maximus, powerful warlord of the Southern Britons and ruler of the lands as far as the eye can see, do give warning to the Saxons of the East. The noble Ambrosius, whose name will be forever linked throughout the land with the sweet pudding served at the lavish banquets held in his court, is aware of the strife between the Saxons. He warns that the Britons will not sit idly by should the war between the Saxons spill into the lands owned by him or to the lands of his neighbours. Beware Saxons should you incur the wrath of Ambrosius.

 To the Glory of Ambrosius Maximus

And more from our reporters at Bassa Ford

From King Offa's Bard

This is the REAL events. My brave thegn Hussa took up the enemy's challenge.
They as was expected choose to be deceitful and cowardly and sent forth someone who had overdosed on weetabix.  Not to be downhearted, Hussa met him eye to eye ( well more like eye to navel!) and bought time for the rest of my army to come up. 3 rounds he lasted before falling victim to the enemy's mighty chopper. But fear not, tis not the last we have seen of him, as ala Flash Gordon he lives to fight another day.

My units quickly took to the river and started to cross. The enemy's undisciplined rabble rushed towards us seemingly eager to die. Mighty Prince Oswald charged with his household troops into Tubbys men and after 2 rounds put them to flight where we hacked them done to a man. Two of the enemy's standards were taken.

Once their general was dead, most of our southern cousins thought wisely to flee. Some other peasants not worth mentioning were cut done in the rout also. We allowed the brave unit of farmers left to live, we were glad the rest of their army was not made of the same stuff they were.

 

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                                                                                                                          Issue 2

Civil war breaks out!

Surprisingly the first two conflicts of the season involved internecine strife. Romano British warlords dancing around each other at Fort Guinnion, while The North Saxons invaded the territory of the South Saxons.

Fort Guinnion

In Northern Britain Ambrosous the Hairy One  (AKA Graham R) sought to invade his weakened neighbour. However, he didn't count on the valiant Arthurius (AKA Dave W) who rode with his army to support the defenders of Fort Guinnion . Ambrosous's Saxon allies were dragged away by Arthurius's cavalry whilst the bolt throwers from the fort peppered the aggressors battle line. The clash of the main battle line was inconclusive as Arthurius's saxons made a skilful feigned retreat confusing their attacking cousins. 

Others described the battle as little more than a Roman dancing lesson. Nil points all round.

In the end it was an inconclusive clash with no great loss on either side. So the champions of Romano Britain live to fight another day.

Saxon Strife

(From our correspondent in Tubbsville)

Tubbs, son of Tubbs (the bast!$&) strode into the Ford at Bassa and proceeded to beat hell out of another Saxon prince (whose name is not for mentioning – King Offa (AKA Andy) or something like that) as both their Saxon armies raced to the river.

 

In the way that Kermit the Hermit had foreseen Tubbs allowed his bodyguard unit to be sacrificed so that the invaders would be filled with over-confidence and would rush further into his father’s (Tubbs the bas!$&) territory.

 

Tubbs and his standard bearer Gonzo (and virtually every other soldier in their army) legged it away as quickly as possible and went to set a trap on the Old Roman Road (see scenario 11).  Here they would meet with the Thegn Animal and the rest of their Saxon Moppett extended family and would be victorious – or so says Kermit the Hermit.

More objective observers report that King Offa crossed the river and wounded Cerdic (AKA Tubbs) causing some considerable panic in the South Saxon army. The rest was mopping up, although miraculously all the wounded heroes appear to have recovered from their wounds. Sorcery clearly at play but what else can you expect from barbarians.

 

A mighty victory for the North Saxons. Whilst the South Saxons regroup a valiant band of defenders are sent out to delay King Offa at the Roman Road.

 

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 Issue 1

Woe is the land of Britain. Abandoned by the Romans, fought over by many races and would be kings. The warlords that have taken the place of the Romans are beset on all sides. Picts in the north, Saxons in the East, Scots/Irish from the west and even frog eating Bretons from the south.

The Bards Chronicle will bring all the news from our network of bards throughout the land. The raids, the battles and the personalities as they happen. As bards we owe allegiance to no one, although all contributions are gratefully accepted in recognition of our work.

Text Box: About Bards
In our cultures, the Bard/Filidh/Ollave is inviolate. He can travel anywhere, say anything, and perform when and where he pleases. The reason for this is, of course, that he is the bearer of news and the carrier of messages, and, if he is harmed, then nobody finds out what is happening over the next hill. In addition, he carries the Custom of the country as memorized verses...he can be consulted in cases of Customary (Common) Law. He is, therefore, a valuable repository of cultural information, news, and entertainment. 
 
 

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