Many moons ago, Two hardy souls in the Leeds region set upon a mighty quest; each to build a Dogs of War army long after Games Workshop had given up on them as a viable state in the game once called Warhammer.
Long each toiled, in ignorance of the other's efforts and struggle, but in time their paths crossed, and they knew of each's self appointed task. Each took their own route to their desired path, one using almost exclusively Games Workshop to create his soldiers, the other, any manufacturer who took his eye. Each admired the others work from afar, but considered that theirs was the true path, and lo it came to pass that they spoke of the question of who would rule triumphant being settle uponst the fields of battle.
Many moons more passed. And much talk was had, but no battle arose. In time Games Workshop more than just forgot its' past, it destroyed its' present too. And Warhammer was no more.
In time this spurred the generals on, for lo, Kings of War stepped up to take the mantle of Warhammer and provide a realistic prospect of facing their armies off across the scorched fields of combat. And so it came to pass that two mighty armies....
Also many moons ago. Well, three anyway.
Yes so, cod-fantasy twaddle aside, Myself and Matt finally arranged a game of Kings of War between our Dogs of War armies, a.k.a Kingdoms of Men and assorted allies. The oft discussed 'Dog-off' happened nigh on three months ago, but I'd sat on the report through writers block/gaming apathy until now. I can't as a result be too exhaustive on the details of the battle; but I can provide a ton of pretty pictures...
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My deployment |
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Matts, he had a lake to contend with |
The battle was Pillage based, and three treasure markers would be the focus of the battle. We each set up our battle lines, naturally featuring many arrayed hordes of pikemen.
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Some of Matt's classic metals and converted plastics |
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For my part, Perry's take the place of rare GW mini's |
With battlefield essentially divided into two halves by the lake the game boiled down into two separate battles, not least as we both deployed our allied forces facing one another. Ogres and their allies for me against Undead for Matt.
A major face off on my left would develop between the various human knights and pike units. This would last all game and swing between the two of us.
On the opposite flank both sides proved incapable of delivering a telling strike, and mixed fortune led to a long grinding match despite committing relatively few troops.
In the centre the gigantic megabeasts eyed one another up but kept a wary distance from one another. My cannons were doing sterling work but gaps were starting to show in my line, at this stage I assumed Matt was going to walk me over.
But things were turning on the left as I managed to outflank my enemies.
Simon the Giant turned from Nethermaul the Dragon to attack more delectable targets.
Though not successfully. Now I could generously suggest my centre was being held by the mansion, but otherwise I was a split force.
Still on the left I was down to mopping up a handful of troops. Meanwhile Nethermaul made merry with my Cannon.
Somehow, the cannon survived, and the dragon headed elsewhere, needing to wrest the objectives from me.
At this stage the end of the battle was in sight, and I held two of the three objectives. The desperate attack of the dragon should have worked; but my men stood firm.
Whilst on the now bleak right flank only my troops remained standing. I was on the back foot, but for Matt time had run out, and despite his every effort, I held more objectives and could claim the win!
A real close battle with some inspired and frustrating performances all round. I think tactically I conducted myself well enough against and opponent who probably bought the more honed fighting force. It was a spectacular looking game with Matt's army being a joy to look at. Sadly the table got a little untidy and some of the photos are a little sullied as a result.
I have no doubt there will be a rematch, probably around the time of the next blood moon!