The Testiad, Book IV, Hold the hill.

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend 
The brightest heaven of invention, 
A table for a stage, ancient wargamers to act the parts 

And bystanders to behold the swelling scene!

Sing O Muse, tell us of Ancient Testes, King of Lesbos.

Who trusted in his ally, a pajama wearing fellow.

Whose dice were small.  As they say in Thebes,

Beware of Greeks rolling sh*te dice.

Testes, King of Lesbos, a man advanced in years and marked as fated (no saving throws for this old lad)  The mission was to hold the hill, but half of our allies failed to show.  Even the elusive Patroclitorus was there ready for action, a true Prince of Lesbos.

No sign of Pajama man!

Opposite came the blood thirsty enemy, led by men who were cunning and who had wisely sacrificed to fate, for their dice were formidable, and they had forces that outnumbered us.

Would this be the day Old Testes met his Fate?

We place on the hill line as Defender's.  The Attacker's then match us.

Patroclitorus on our far right flank.

And Testes on the left  leaving our centre to our bold ally Mudduwata

First blood to us as we charge down at them.

But that flank I'd vulnerable.  Testes breaks an enemy unit but loses two of his own.

And miracles do happen, Patroclitirus holds the line against overwhelming numbers.

The central fight goes badly too as we are shoved back.

And my last picture of the game as Patroclitorus still stands.  

The game ended with almost a draw in terms of tokens.

Good fun!