|Anxious Britons watch from the walls of Linnius.|
According to the Dux Britanniarum campaign game, this is crunch time, big time. The Britons lose, the province belongs to the Saxons and the Britons fall back to Caer Lerion. So all to play for.
|The two armies face off.|
|The Saxons advance|
|The British hold their ground and wait for the inevitable.|
|The British left flank holds. For now.|
Besides, I had a fat fistful of boar-suited (Saxon) cards, and no Carpe Diem. So I waited, and let the scrap on the left play itself out. Which it did, but slowly. Until. finally....
|I draw a Carpe Diem.|
Nothing venture, nothing gained.
I rolled a 13. Phew. About time my luck with dice turned. Looks like all that running up that hill paid off for Aelfric and the lads.
Now let's tot up my attack dice.
- 8, 6 and 6 for the elite and warriors
- 2 for Godric
- 2 for Beornwulf
- 5 for Aelfric - 3 + 1 for the oratory + 1 for being a Master of Arms (which I actually remembered!)
- 1 for the unit facing a unit of a lower standard
- and a few for the boar-suited cards I played.
|A few dice (not counting the ones for my cards)|
|The remainder of the British flee|
the field, actually in surprisingly
Wisely, after one unit in the battle broke, and another retreated, breaking the shieldwall, he chose to make an orderly (well, as orderly as possible) retreat, which probably saved him a lot of casualties, and the result was only a +2 win to me.
... I do have a province to call my own.
Watch out for the second part of the IC narrative tomorrow.