Of King Testes I speak, swollen and Proud after Victory,
He advances on the Greeks, Mighty King of Tumesces.
But the mist comes down, and it's all a bit of a cock-up.
Oh sing ye muses, shall he be victorious, or is he yet fated?
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| The field of mist |
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| And as we deployed we realised that the mist had messed with us. |
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| A cautious central advance for the Sea Peoples as we attacked the Greek flanks. |
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| And I have to admit that the heroes shooting reflected the Iliad quite nicely. |
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| Gradually we closed in. Not too impetuous but then again Testes is an old hand at this kind of job. |
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| The Greeks were waiting g for the mist to lift. It didn't. |
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| Meanwhile the Sea Peoples bullied the flanks. |
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| Finally Testes charges in. |
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And my dice were enough to win big occasionally as well as stave off defeat repeatedly.
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| The centre of both lines breaks into small groups melees |
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| And it's all pretty evenly matched although Testes is wounded with a spear up his chitterlings. |
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| The Greek chariots shooting is pretty great. |
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| Bur tge Sea Peoples use the open flanks to support with light chariots and javelinmen. |
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| The end of Pajamarama's hopes, as the Sea Peoples bite at both his flanks and the centre Melee sees him held. To be honest it was a brutal fight that went both ways. |
Fated Testes wins again though wounded. I shall field him as a level 2 hero in the next game to reflect the spear to his chitterlings. I fear for his future.
