This time the shaky Saxon alliance would be playing some of the Celtic fringes. Mike hadn't any club-mates on the opposite side, so Scrivs simply allocated us opponents. The free tables were Cat Coit Thingumyjig, which I'd already played on, or the river table. So to the banks of the bonny Glein I was sent.
Now, I don't mind this scenario, but I do seem to have played it rather a lot and generally it seems to revolve around who can fail the fewest Warband tests and thus hold the banks.
I was to be playing Pete who had a Scottish army, featuring many and varied conversions and stuff from his bits box. His Welsh allies had Numidian legs apparently. Anyway they looked rather splendid. Pete also had boats with him. Boats that he had made and was very proud of. So I took several pictures of them. I also had a bonus ten free slingers in my force for this game, so I would have the chance to see if Scrivs was right about needing more skirmishers. The bonus models I used were Scrivs' ones that I'd thrown downstairs the night before. I think he gave them me to make me feel bad.
My plan was to push forward on the left using skirmishers to screen my advance and look to grab and hold the ford using my Gedrith. I intended just to contest the bridge, which would be enough (if the Gedrith did their job) to snag me a win.
Meanwhile the boats zoomed upstream and disgorged a pair of Scottish units on my side of the river. I wasn't expecting that!
Finally, as the game drew to a close Pete failed a Warband test (his first failure of the game) and the unit he had holding the bridge charged in pursuit of a small unit of my skirmishers. The result was they were left side on to my unharmed Geoguth, with inevitable consequences.