With that complete, I thought I would present a few pictures and my prologue to the game...
|Mayor Sapo Ranocchio|
|The Town Cannon|
|The Town Militia|
A week or so ago, Ranocchio had a shock. He was advancing in the direction of least threat, when he came across the worst kind of Ferach general. One with something to prove to his fellows... While he feared death, like any self-respecting Todoroni he feared the pain of Ferach torture more and quickly submitted to the command of his 'superior'. He was now marching in the direction he least wanted to go in: toward Catalucia.
Antoine Pas-de Cheval, had a lot to prove. His fear of horses meant he did much of his commanding on foot. His fear of horses also meant that most other Ferach leaders refused to take him seriously and much preferred to mock his attempts to achieve anything remotely like a victory on the field of battle. But although he was hardly a tactical genius, he was persistent. His efforts against the dogmen of Ostaria had done little except reduce his forces to well under a third of their original number. On the plus side, his Commander-In-Chief had been the victim of an 'unfortunate accident', so he was now very much in control.
He had heard much of the glory to be had in Catalucia, so Antoine gathered his army and headed in that general direction. A present his army consisted of a unit of Line Infantry, the remains of a Light Infantry unit and some L'Esprit du Garde Heavy Cavalry, who should really have known better then to follow an Elf who was scared of their preferred means of riding into battle.
|Elf Line (I'm subbing in some Lights to make a full unit)|
|Chassuers a Pied|
|L'Esprit du Garde|
Antoine was nearing Catalucia when he spied some Todoroni going in what was clearly the wrong direction. Plus, it looked like they mostly consisted of militia, which pleased Antoine as he needed some peasants to get shot instead of him and his Elves. It didn't take much persuading to convince them to come with him.
But more good fortune was just round the corner, soon after crossing the border, he made contact with another Ferach force. Not that that was the fortunate part. What was fortunate was that the light infantry orc sniper assumed the Elf on the horse was the commander, and the one talking to him on foot was not. A few seconds later, Antoine was now in command of an additional two units of Line Elves, a unit of Lancers and a proper cannon.
As he marched deeper into Catalucia, he felt there was nothing that could stop him achieving fame and glory...