It’s Day 3, 0600 hours, and we have another twenty hours before any reinforcements are due. Before we dive in, let’s look at the events on the real 12th of May. (As ever, my source for the historical context is … Continue reading
It’s 5:00 a.m. on Day 2. Let’s have a look at the historical context before we dive in to today’s play. The arrival of III Bn, 1st Fallschirmjäger Regiment (it’ll be here in an hour) turns out to have been … Continue reading
And we’re off. I’ll be playing in 25-hour increments, which neatly meshes with the four-week timeframe for this AAR. After some late voting at Bay12, here are the totals: – 2 – 2 – 1 My usual tiebreaker, parvusimperator, picked … Continue reading
Welcome to Winter Wargaming, and Breaking Fortress Holland Part III. This map depicts the whole invasion of the Netherlands. Our path runs along the northern branch of the large, branched arrow, the fourth large arrow up from the bottom: note … Continue reading
This is, obviously, some alternate history. See the commentary post for more. The sounds of revelry blanketed the fields south of Syderskogholm, at times almost seeming to echo from the mountains to the south. The army had returned victorious over … Continue reading
Sif opened her eyes, a sense of wrongness gnawing at her. High overhead, the moons shone amidst a blanket of stars, their light filtering through the branches. Falthejn was sitting up in his bedroll, keeping watch toward the hedges. They’d … Continue reading
She had another choice. Falthejn’s warning about magic stuck with her. Even with all the risks, the life of a magiker seemed good enough. If he had told her the truth about her chances, she had a chance to do … Continue reading
Sif kept to herself, sitting across the clearing from Alfhilde and Hrothgar. She’d spoken a little with all of the others about little things, and played with Jakob a little bit before the baby had gone to sleep. She wasn’t … Continue reading
The rest of the day passed uneventfully. The terrain grew rougher, the trees more twisted, and the soil more rocky as they went. They were in the worst of it, as Falthejn remembered from the march down, and as Hrothgar … Continue reading
“Why else?” Alfhilde said. “If your fort can’t be held, you leave it.” “Do the aelfr think the ontr that dangerous?” Falthejn said. “It’s true that they knew more of the world than we do. Their maps show the deserts … Continue reading
