Colours 2025

well we did it again and what a great day it was too. The armies of good and evil faced off against eachother under the shadow of the Lonely mountain. It was a very close run thing again, but like the book, the forces of the Free peoples triamphed...just.

There were less people to help run the game this time, but the decision was made to shorten it slightly and run it at a more leisurely pace. This suited me as was still learning the rules.

Where is Bilbo?

The battle in full swing. It was so nice to meet and chat to people about the game and figures. Lots of people asked what make the orcs were, but of course there was no short answer to that one. It was also nice to meet and chat to gamers that had seen this blog and come along to see me. That was a real treat for me and made all this hard work worthwhile, thankyou.

Bard and the Men of Lake town hold the left spur of the mountain.

The wolves and Wargs pour onto the plains and surge up the mountain. The Men of Lake town brace themselves for the baying waves of razor sharp teeth.

Bard and his banner men.

 

Picture by James Morris.

 I had the last minute idea of taking my hood along for a laugh. I made this thing back in 1994 from an old blanket. It is crude but did remind me of Lake town. In fact, I'm sure it helped to influence some of my hood colours for the units when I was painting them. It was quite hot work by the end of the day, but it was nice to dig it out again after all these years.

Picture by James Morris.

Beorn tearing into a host of goblin Warfare riders.

It was interesting to see the different outcomes of the two games. Bard managed to survive this second battle, but the greatest warrior of the age, Dain, was cut down fighting Bolg in single combat.

Thorin Oakenshield managed to reach an exhausted formation of Dwarves and bring them back into the fight. Now that the Dwarves were steady again, Thorin threw himself at the huge goblin and finally brought him down. Dain had been avenged at last.

It was a great ending to a great day. By the end of the day I actually felt like I had fought in the battle myself. I was knackered, who knew a woollen hood could weigh so much after five hours.