WHFB: Conclusions, Pizza, & Cats

So this is how it stood at the end of the game.

My COK were slightly harmed, my Silver Talons returned to the table, Spitty the Hydra was stil around as were a residue of RXBs. But the Empire artillery was intact as was a substantial number of Halberdiers and Hippygryphs.

So it was a marginal victory to Richard:

• My set up was great, his sucked;
• My first flank move was very good;
• I failed to capitalise on that by throwing in the rest of my army;
• Which meant in the second turn onwards his artillery became more important, probably decisive;
• His dice rolling started off bad and got better, mine was the reverse;
• By having my COK and Eric stand still, I sucked up his PV for his knights, BUT his artillery could, and did shell me to bits.

So, as usual, caution got treated with contempt.

I should have gone hell for leather and stuff it all down his throat ASAP. As advocated by Black Jack.

Rich brought me some of his home grown chillis, small, butI thought they might be potent.

The chicken and chilli pizza. I ended up putting 4 of Rich’s chillis on it, just as well I stopped there. It made us go bright red and sweat a lot.

BlackJack obviously wrote me off and simply fell asleep.