Padre
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Tilea's Troubles Part 57 is up! The vampire Biagino begins his new work, for the 'other' side!
https://youtu.be/KAIPLt4CjEU
https://youtu.be/KAIPLt4CjEU
Tilea IC2401 (Campaign#8)
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Lands Annex
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Marvellous storytelling as ever Padre, a delight to come back to after being stuck in RL for longer than I'd normally like!
symphonicpoet
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Enjoying this top to bottom Padre. Thank you!
Padre
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And a big thank you to you for saying, Symphonic.
Tilea's Troubles, Part 58, is now available. Antonio Mugello imparts more of what he has learned in the second part of his letter to Lord Lucca of Verezzo.
See https://youtu.be/n5n9HRJAYAY
Some images from the video ...
Tilea's Troubles, Part 58, is now available. Antonio Mugello imparts more of what he has learned in the second part of his letter to Lord Lucca of Verezzo.
See https://youtu.be/n5n9HRJAYAY
Some images from the video ...
Padre
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The new Tilea's Troubles video is up.
Remas has come under Morr's thumb! Not the old Morr, the new Morr!
https://youtu.be/1_6CWYe67ng
Some images ...
Remas has come under Morr's thumb! Not the old Morr, the new Morr!
https://youtu.be/1_6CWYe67ng
Some images ...
Padre
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Part 60 of Tilea's Troubles is now up - the prequel to a big battle report which I am very excited about.
(Meanwhile, in the 'present day' of the campaign, I am frantically painting for a new, forthcoming battle. Even more exciting!)
See https://youtu.be/0OEvLMItqJ4
Some pics ...
(Meanwhile, in the 'present day' of the campaign, I am frantically painting for a new, forthcoming battle. Even more exciting!)
See https://youtu.be/0OEvLMItqJ4
Some pics ...
Padre
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Tilea's Troubles, Part 61 is here.
It is a big battle report in which a massive army of ogres take on a Tilean alliance army. Hard fighting indeed!
https://youtu.be/6yFQO_E8nD0
Some images ...
It is a big battle report in which a massive army of ogres take on a Tilean alliance army. Hard fighting indeed!
https://youtu.be/6yFQO_E8nD0
Some images ...
symphonicpoet
Moderator
That was indeed a beast of a battle. Almost felt like two different battles that happened to be in the same place at the same time. Nicely done as always, Padre!
Padre
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I know what you mean. That can happen on a big table, with big armies.
Tilea's Troubles Part 62 has two stories, both about religious movements. One is schismatical, while the other is as heretical as you can get, being a mockery of religion itself! And boy do they hate each other!
https://youtu.be/51tPMeHQS5Y
A couple of images ...
Tilea's Troubles Part 62 has two stories, both about religious movements. One is schismatical, while the other is as heretical as you can get, being a mockery of religion itself! And boy do they hate each other!
https://youtu.be/51tPMeHQS5Y
A couple of images ...
Padre
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Thanks Eric, for saying.
Part 63 is a short, dramatised battle report of a relatively simple game. I have mastered GMing (I think) but not commanding on the tabletop. My poor NPC realms!
https://youtu.be/ac4FDMAlAwU
Part 63 is a short, dramatised battle report of a relatively simple game. I have mastered GMing (I think) but not commanding on the tabletop. My poor NPC realms!
https://youtu.be/ac4FDMAlAwU
Padre
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Halflings make their first appearance in my campaign. Of course, their little part of the world is a pleasant looking place. I would love to sup a pint with them! Part 64.
https://youtu.be/FjhQ3l3Zd7k
Some pics ...
https://youtu.be/FjhQ3l3Zd7k
Some pics ...
igirisujin
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Another wonderful piece of story telling. I hope that the halflings don`t get slaughtered.
Padre
Member
Thanks for saying, igirisujin. I know how you feel, worrying for the little guys.
I managed to get this one done a little quicker than usual.Tilea's Troubles, Part 65 is done. Angelo da Leoni, the famous Reman maestro's latest (weird) war-machine is revealed, and some politics is discussed, a tangle of secular and religious, but Machiavellian either way.
See https://youtu.be/9aUGzmW2evE
A picture ...
I managed to get this one done a little quicker than usual.Tilea's Troubles, Part 65 is done. Angelo da Leoni, the famous Reman maestro's latest (weird) war-machine is revealed, and some politics is discussed, a tangle of secular and religious, but Machiavellian either way.
See https://youtu.be/9aUGzmW2evE
A picture ...
Padre
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Part 66 is now 'up'. Dwarfs, mercenaries and ... more mercenaries! Well, it is Tilea.
https://youtu.be/GlWRyOmDO_E
https://youtu.be/GlWRyOmDO_E
symphonicpoet
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^Hey, if the Tilean princes can convince other people to fight their wars, more power to them.
Padre
Member
We'll get a first, proper look at the Bretonnina mercenaries in episode 68. Meanwhile, back to doing goblin voices! (I'm dreading the appearance of Skaven in the future, as I still can't decide how I am going to their voices!)
Part 67 of Tilea's Troubles is now 'up', featuring some old characters (Pooshin Cotchwallop & Frokit Anglegrinch). Please see ...
https://youtu.be/PvKriQ3ka-U
A pic from the video ...
Part 67 of Tilea's Troubles is now 'up', featuring some old characters (Pooshin Cotchwallop & Frokit Anglegrinch). Please see ...
https://youtu.be/PvKriQ3ka-U
A pic from the video ...
igirisujin
Member
The machinations of ogres and gobbos. Great stuff!
Padre
Member
Thanks igirisujin!
For those of you following the 'present day' edge of the campaign stories (which the videos are still years behind), I have decided that in order to save (lots of) time, I am going to start putting the new stories straight onto my Big Small Worlds website, and linking to them in the forums I frequent!
So, here's the latest story, being a prequel to a battle report ...
bigsmallworlds.com
And (edit) now I know how easy it has become, here is the story pasted straight in. Hurray!
Trappings! (Prequel to the Battle for Eclano)
Scalea, in the realm of Portomaggiore. Late Autumn, IC 2404
It had been hard riding for several days now, despite the fact that they had not ventured particularly far, nor had they strayed beyond the realm of Portomaggiore. But they had covered a lot of ground, attempting to ascertain exactly what was happening and where, while keeping out of trouble all the while. The enemy, an army of Sartosan pirates, had landed at Scalea, in strength far outnumbering the force garrisoned in the city of Portomaggiore. They had then divided in order to attack both Scalea and Eclano, perhaps greedy to maximise the loot they could take. Both areas were home to a good number of rich estates and prosperous villages. Obviously, the Portomaggioran garrison, a substantial force raised by Lord Alessio to defend the realm while he marched north against the vampires, could not stand idly by while this rape of the realm occurred, but nor could it expect to succeed against such superior numbers if it too divided itself. So it was that while the bulk of the garrison sallied out to defeat that portion of the enemy that had descended upon Eclano, hoping thus to save at least a part of the realm from the pirate’s depredations. Meanwhile, Filippo and his pistoleer company were among several companies of light horse ordered to keep a watch on the other enemy force at Scalea.
On their journey, they had stuck as best they could to wooded areas, where they might better conceal themselves, then used their native knowledge of the land to ensure that while they could survey the enemy sufficiently well to ascertain the true situation, they were less likely to be spotted. This is why sergeant Filippo was accompanied by Tino – a Scalean by birth, who knew the land like the back of his hand!
“How close do you think Lord Alessio is?” enquired Tino.
Filippo was surprised it had taken until now for Tino to ask this question. It was currently the most common query in Portomaggiore. He supposed Tino thought he, as sergeant, might have a little more insight concerning the matter than the street gossips.
“I know not,” he admitted. “But if he is close, then the Sartosans will pay dearly for their crimes.”
Everyone knew Lord Alessio’s army was marching home, and despite have fought all the way to the far north, deep into the vampire’s realms, suffering significant losses from battle and disease, it was likely still to be a substantial force, for it had begun its march far larger than the garrison. Still, whatever did return with Lord Alessio, howsoever reduced in strength, when combined with the garrison force the resultant army would surely prove more than capable of defeating even a horde of Sartosan raiders. The garrison itself had several veteran regiments – most famously the resplendent foot soldiers of the ‘Sea Guard’ and a sizeable mercenary dwarven company led by the renowned warlord Girseack Irongrim – while every man in Lord Alessio’s marching army was by now surely a hardened soldier, having gone to a very hell and back in the last year. Fighting pirates would surely seem to them like a holiday sport compared the horrors they had experienced?
“If you had to guess though?” pressed Tito.
“I cannot pretend to know,” Filippo said. “But I reckon the Sartosans think he’s close.”
“Why so?”
“They could have attacked city as soon as they landed,” said Filippo. “It would have been a hard fight, likely a long one too, and they would have suffered in the taking of it, but the gains would have been considerable – not only would they have gotten the golden riches of the city, but afterwards they could have plundered the entire realm at their leisure, the garrison having been destroyed. But no, instead they immediately went for easy targets, dividing their strength to do so, despite the city garrison. They’re in a rush. They want their plunder quickly, and without too much of a fight. That way they still have their full strength should they need to fight their way out of our realm.”
The riders were galloping towards the Villa Corealle, where it seemed the southern contingent of the of the enemy’s army were presently concentrated. As they drew near, they grew a little less cautious, realising that the Sartosans’ lack of horse soldiers meant even if they were spotted, they could likely escape with little loss, perhaps even with ease, although the enemy’s long barrelled handguns remained a worry. And there was a chance that the Sartosans had looted the local stables to mount themselves.
Apparently, Tino was not convinced by the sergeant’s answer.
“All that could be true, sergeant, I grant you, but not certainly. What if the pirates know Lord Alessio is still far from home, and they’re only attacking Scalea and Eclano to lure the garrison out of the city? Or perhaps they don’t care where he is, happy to throw the dice for a chance to win a richer prize. If they can fight the garrison army in the open, then there’s no need to assault the walls, and they might gain victory quickly and easily. That done, they can loot the entire realm, the city included.”
“O’ course,” exclaimed Filippo. “And that’s why we’re here! If this lot make a move to support their mates in Eclano, we have to get word as quickly as possible to Lord Nero. He’ll then decide how best to respond before the garrison is forced to fight on the Sartosans’ terms.”
“How to respond?”
“Aye,” said Filippo.
“You mean he’ll have time to turn about and run back to the city walls, while Scalea and Eclano burn.”
“Better than the city falling.”
“Better for them in the city,” said Tino. “Not for them out here.”
Filippo had momentarily forgotten that Tino was Scalean.
“All is not lost. Lord Nero might have a trick or two of his own. And Lord Alessio could be close. Maybe we just have to spin out time a little; keep the Sartosans busy marching back and forth, until they can be defeated.”
“It’s too late for tricks now, the raping and pillaging has already begun. Why didn’t Lord Nero lure them to the city?”
“And how could he do that?” asked Filippo.
“I don’t know – I’m not a general. He could have feigned surrender? Offered them a bribe? Made the city look weak? They’re all games to spin out time too, which don’t involve the suffering of Scaleans.”
“Look here, it ain’t mine or your place to question. We follow orders, yes?”
A flash of anger washed across Tito’s face. “Seems to me that a people’s obligation to obey a lord lasts no longer than does the lord’s power to protect them.”
Tito was wandering into dangerous political territory, voicing ideas normally restricted to the musings of radical philosophers. It was a new side to Tito’s character that the sergeant had never glimpsed. But then, thought Filippo, Tito’s homeland (and presumably his family) had not previously been attacked while soldiers of Portomaggiore were given orders to do nothing more than watch. Nevertheless, such talk was not to be encouraged. Indeed, another sergeant might consider even its mere utterance punishable.
“And it seems to me, Tino, that you should remember it is the Sartosans who are in the wrong here, not Lord Alessio. He‘s not here to give the orders, and why? Because had he not personally driven the foul undead back north, there to annihilate them, then all of Portomaggiore, even the whole of Tilea, would have descended into hell. There’s your lord’s protection.”
“Aye,” said Tito, apparently unconcerned about his brush with treacherous sentiments. “There is that!”
They rode on in silence, neither willing to explore the matter further. After another hour, utilising Tito’s knowledge to navigate a circuitous route through a quiet valley, and having slowed to a cautious pace, Tito announced they were close to the Villa Corealle. Moments later he brought his mount to a halt.
“There!” he said quietly but clearly. “On the other side of the trees.”
Filippo peered through the foliage, and his eye was caught not by buildings, but by movement, in the form of a marching body of men.
“Well, that lot are not looting right now,” said Filippo. He looked up to find the sun, but cloud and canopy thwarted him. “What with our meandering path, I’ve lost my bearings, but I think they’re heading north-west.”
“That they are, sergeant,” said Tino. “On the road towards Eclano.”
Filippo narrowed his eyes and scrutinised the enemy.
They were clearly seamen, armed with pistols both large and small, and blades of umpteen kinds, but having not one piece of armour among them. Formed in somewhat ragged ranks and files, they were obviously unconcerned about soldierly postures and dressings.
Continued (due to 10000 character limit) below, somewhere(!)
For those of you following the 'present day' edge of the campaign stories (which the videos are still years behind), I have decided that in order to save (lots of) time, I am going to start putting the new stories straight onto my Big Small Worlds website, and linking to them in the forums I frequent!
So, here's the latest story, being a prequel to a battle report ...
Tilea campaign part 41
Trappings (Prequel to The Battle for Eclano) Scalea, in the realm of Portomaggiore. Late Autumn, IC 2404 It had been hard riding for several days now, despite the fact that they had not ventured pa…
bigsmallworlds.com
And (edit) now I know how easy it has become, here is the story pasted straight in. Hurray!
Trappings! (Prequel to the Battle for Eclano)
Scalea, in the realm of Portomaggiore. Late Autumn, IC 2404
It had been hard riding for several days now, despite the fact that they had not ventured particularly far, nor had they strayed beyond the realm of Portomaggiore. But they had covered a lot of ground, attempting to ascertain exactly what was happening and where, while keeping out of trouble all the while. The enemy, an army of Sartosan pirates, had landed at Scalea, in strength far outnumbering the force garrisoned in the city of Portomaggiore. They had then divided in order to attack both Scalea and Eclano, perhaps greedy to maximise the loot they could take. Both areas were home to a good number of rich estates and prosperous villages. Obviously, the Portomaggioran garrison, a substantial force raised by Lord Alessio to defend the realm while he marched north against the vampires, could not stand idly by while this rape of the realm occurred, but nor could it expect to succeed against such superior numbers if it too divided itself. So it was that while the bulk of the garrison sallied out to defeat that portion of the enemy that had descended upon Eclano, hoping thus to save at least a part of the realm from the pirate’s depredations. Meanwhile, Filippo and his pistoleer company were among several companies of light horse ordered to keep a watch on the other enemy force at Scalea.
On their journey, they had stuck as best they could to wooded areas, where they might better conceal themselves, then used their native knowledge of the land to ensure that while they could survey the enemy sufficiently well to ascertain the true situation, they were less likely to be spotted. This is why sergeant Filippo was accompanied by Tino – a Scalean by birth, who knew the land like the back of his hand!
“How close do you think Lord Alessio is?” enquired Tino.
Filippo was surprised it had taken until now for Tino to ask this question. It was currently the most common query in Portomaggiore. He supposed Tino thought he, as sergeant, might have a little more insight concerning the matter than the street gossips.
“I know not,” he admitted. “But if he is close, then the Sartosans will pay dearly for their crimes.”
Everyone knew Lord Alessio’s army was marching home, and despite have fought all the way to the far north, deep into the vampire’s realms, suffering significant losses from battle and disease, it was likely still to be a substantial force, for it had begun its march far larger than the garrison. Still, whatever did return with Lord Alessio, howsoever reduced in strength, when combined with the garrison force the resultant army would surely prove more than capable of defeating even a horde of Sartosan raiders. The garrison itself had several veteran regiments – most famously the resplendent foot soldiers of the ‘Sea Guard’ and a sizeable mercenary dwarven company led by the renowned warlord Girseack Irongrim – while every man in Lord Alessio’s marching army was by now surely a hardened soldier, having gone to a very hell and back in the last year. Fighting pirates would surely seem to them like a holiday sport compared the horrors they had experienced?
“If you had to guess though?” pressed Tito.
“I cannot pretend to know,” Filippo said. “But I reckon the Sartosans think he’s close.”
“Why so?”
“They could have attacked city as soon as they landed,” said Filippo. “It would have been a hard fight, likely a long one too, and they would have suffered in the taking of it, but the gains would have been considerable – not only would they have gotten the golden riches of the city, but afterwards they could have plundered the entire realm at their leisure, the garrison having been destroyed. But no, instead they immediately went for easy targets, dividing their strength to do so, despite the city garrison. They’re in a rush. They want their plunder quickly, and without too much of a fight. That way they still have their full strength should they need to fight their way out of our realm.”
The riders were galloping towards the Villa Corealle, where it seemed the southern contingent of the of the enemy’s army were presently concentrated. As they drew near, they grew a little less cautious, realising that the Sartosans’ lack of horse soldiers meant even if they were spotted, they could likely escape with little loss, perhaps even with ease, although the enemy’s long barrelled handguns remained a worry. And there was a chance that the Sartosans had looted the local stables to mount themselves.
Apparently, Tino was not convinced by the sergeant’s answer.
“All that could be true, sergeant, I grant you, but not certainly. What if the pirates know Lord Alessio is still far from home, and they’re only attacking Scalea and Eclano to lure the garrison out of the city? Or perhaps they don’t care where he is, happy to throw the dice for a chance to win a richer prize. If they can fight the garrison army in the open, then there’s no need to assault the walls, and they might gain victory quickly and easily. That done, they can loot the entire realm, the city included.”
“O’ course,” exclaimed Filippo. “And that’s why we’re here! If this lot make a move to support their mates in Eclano, we have to get word as quickly as possible to Lord Nero. He’ll then decide how best to respond before the garrison is forced to fight on the Sartosans’ terms.”
“How to respond?”
“Aye,” said Filippo.
“You mean he’ll have time to turn about and run back to the city walls, while Scalea and Eclano burn.”
“Better than the city falling.”
“Better for them in the city,” said Tino. “Not for them out here.”
Filippo had momentarily forgotten that Tino was Scalean.
“All is not lost. Lord Nero might have a trick or two of his own. And Lord Alessio could be close. Maybe we just have to spin out time a little; keep the Sartosans busy marching back and forth, until they can be defeated.”
“It’s too late for tricks now, the raping and pillaging has already begun. Why didn’t Lord Nero lure them to the city?”
“And how could he do that?” asked Filippo.
“I don’t know – I’m not a general. He could have feigned surrender? Offered them a bribe? Made the city look weak? They’re all games to spin out time too, which don’t involve the suffering of Scaleans.”
“Look here, it ain’t mine or your place to question. We follow orders, yes?”
A flash of anger washed across Tito’s face. “Seems to me that a people’s obligation to obey a lord lasts no longer than does the lord’s power to protect them.”
Tito was wandering into dangerous political territory, voicing ideas normally restricted to the musings of radical philosophers. It was a new side to Tito’s character that the sergeant had never glimpsed. But then, thought Filippo, Tito’s homeland (and presumably his family) had not previously been attacked while soldiers of Portomaggiore were given orders to do nothing more than watch. Nevertheless, such talk was not to be encouraged. Indeed, another sergeant might consider even its mere utterance punishable.
“And it seems to me, Tino, that you should remember it is the Sartosans who are in the wrong here, not Lord Alessio. He‘s not here to give the orders, and why? Because had he not personally driven the foul undead back north, there to annihilate them, then all of Portomaggiore, even the whole of Tilea, would have descended into hell. There’s your lord’s protection.”
“Aye,” said Tito, apparently unconcerned about his brush with treacherous sentiments. “There is that!”
They rode on in silence, neither willing to explore the matter further. After another hour, utilising Tito’s knowledge to navigate a circuitous route through a quiet valley, and having slowed to a cautious pace, Tito announced they were close to the Villa Corealle. Moments later he brought his mount to a halt.
“There!” he said quietly but clearly. “On the other side of the trees.”
Filippo peered through the foliage, and his eye was caught not by buildings, but by movement, in the form of a marching body of men.
“Well, that lot are not looting right now,” said Filippo. He looked up to find the sun, but cloud and canopy thwarted him. “What with our meandering path, I’ve lost my bearings, but I think they’re heading north-west.”
“That they are, sergeant,” said Tino. “On the road towards Eclano.”
Filippo narrowed his eyes and scrutinised the enemy.
They were clearly seamen, armed with pistols both large and small, and blades of umpteen kinds, but having not one piece of armour among them. Formed in somewhat ragged ranks and files, they were obviously unconcerned about soldierly postures and dressings.
Continued (due to 10000 character limit) below, somewhere(!)
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symphonicpoet
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^Bravo Padre! That seems like the best way to do it, honestly. Drive us over to your blog. 