Homebrew Rules

Tuesday, 23 April 2024

The home front

There’s not much wargaming or painting going on over here at the moment, and god knows when my 6mm Baccus Lancastrian army will show up, so I’ve decided to close up shop for a couple of months while I generate a few things to write about (if Stew can do it so can I). 

If nothing else I should have a few ECW battles and an airship mission or two to kick things off again when I return.

As an early retiree on a limited income (cue the playing of a very tiny violin) I sometimes have to make difficult decisions on how to spend my hobby money. This month (in a spend I shall have trouble categorising for the wargaming census) I err spent it on a couple of birds…

Literally.

Meet my two new family members, Bancroft and Makepeace. 

Bancroft & Makepeace. Hanging out with chickens can be very restful. 

They’re a pair of fancy pants chucks, Bancroft is a Brahma and Makepeace is a Favorolle - not that you’re especially interested I’m sure. 

Makepeace doing a runner after taking a dump in my welly.


Being French they immediately went on strike over the lack of adequate wi fi in their enclosure, so no eggs of note so far.

Les Poulets avec les gilets jaunes. It’s a French thing.

Hopefully they won’t start blocking access to the garden or burning tyres.

Have a great summer everyone. 

Toodleooh.




Friday, 19 April 2024

Gas bags over Lovitznia

As I revealed in an earlier post I have a bit of a “pash” for airships and especially fantasy / steampunk ones. Since Christmas I’ve been running a smallish campaign covering the 1890´s aerial conflict between the two Eastern European Imaginations of Maltovia and Lovitzna so I thought I’d bore the arse off everyone with a few piccies and a brief description of what’s what. If nothing else it’ll be a break from the ECW. 

Variety. 

You know.

Spice of life and all that.

Anywhoo…

The two countries (Maltovia and Lovitznia) were borrowed from my Penguin paperback copy of Capt W.E. Johns “Biggles Goes To War”. I was a big Biggles fan when I was little, which probably explains a lot.

Maltovia and Lovitznia’s border is long and difficult to traverse. In the south the two countries are separated by a high mountain range and in the north the border is marked by a thirty mile stretch of the river Dniepr.

In 1888 the Lovitznian High Council agreed the funding and construction of the Lovitznia Maltovia Friendship Bridge and by mid 1891 where my campaign begins it has finally been completed.

Not long after the bridge is finished the Maltovian government receives intelligence that the Lovitznian army is conducting “manoeuvres” within striking distance of the crossing. Reconnaissance by the Maltovian’s sole Aeroleve confirms the situation. The Lovitznian ambassador is summoned but denies any ill intent on behalf of his country. Maltovia begins to mobilise its small and ill equipped army and hurriedly arranges the purchase of a single outdated Montgolfier class cruiser recently decommissioned by France. Within days of its arrival it is pressed into service on a desperate mission.

The Maltovian high command concludes that only way to halt a Lovitznian invasion is to take away the ability to cross the Dniepr in any numbers. The shiny new bridge would have to go.

On June 4th 1891 the two machines of the Maltovian airforce took to the sky and headed east, the mew cruiser laden down with a clutch of bombs and the escorting aeroleve carrying half a dozen rockets. 

The rules used were my favourite Galleys and Galleons, modified for hexes and with the combat system changed to better suit my needs. So barely Galleys and Galleons at all come to think of it. 

The Montgolfier Class Cruiser (left - painted in Maltovian colours) leaving a cloud bank at high altitude and heading east at a tear arsing 40kmh. On the right is the Maltovian aeroleve (body of a small airship but fitted with wings to aid lift) and its battery of six forward firing rockets.

Seems the Lovitznians have also been shopping for an air force. This patrolling Danube class vessel could put a spanner in the works!

“And there’s more” - as Jimmy Cricket used to say. An ex Austro Hungarian Pfeil class vessel comes in as a Lovitznian back up.

Over the target. The Maltovian airforce scores two bomb hits on the bridge. Not enough to destroy it on this occasion but enough to prevent its use until its repaired. On the right the aeroleve fires a rocket (and misses).


The aeroleve attempts to pop a cap in the Lovitznian’s ass again (as I believe my American cousins might say) and misses (once more).

Now that the gloves have come off the Lovitznian airforce responds in kind. But un obligingly doesn’t miss.

Stat card for the Maltovian cruiser. Red dice indicates activation limiting damage and the two home made counters show damage to the engines and the command crew.

Job done, both Maltovian vessels high tail it for the exit and slip away without any further damage. I think it’s fair to say the Lovitznian Embassy won’t be hosting any more “cocktails and canapés” friendship nights in the near future.

Toodleooh. 


Sunday, 7 April 2024

The king is dead long live the err…

Woe woe and thrice woe. 

Erm… alas and alack…etc.

I think this pamphlet produced in Birmingham probably explains it all. 



In other news the positions of major garrisons in Spring 1943 is shown below. The Parliament expanded its holdings in the North West and the Royalists pushed north east to establish a chain of allied settlements between the midlands and the other Royalist powerhouse in York.



Royalist recruitment has picked up and revulsion over the kings death during Parliaments brief custody has led to a number of political splits within its higher echelons. Since the Royalists now have a martyr for the cause, the main question amongst many of parliaments grandees is what to do with the Monarchs body?


Rupert and the Generalissima are determined that Charles’ death will not be in vain. The Royalist forces have suffered two major defeats but now have enough recruits and arms to make another effort. As spring gave way to early summer, camp fever began to swell within the royalist ranks forcing Rupert to march out of Birmingham at the head of a significant host. Parliaments leading generals hurriedly convened in London with but one question on their lips. Where could he be headed?

Toodleooh.

Space Nazis next methinks.