A Message from Our Overking:
“In this grave hour, perhaps the most fateful in the history of the Overkingdom, I send to every household of my underlings, both at home and in other pocket universes, this message, spoken with the same lack of regard for each one of you as if I were able to cross your threshold and commander the services of your spouse.
For the forty-third time in the lives of most of us, we are [dramatic pause] at war.
The task will be hard. There may be dark days ahead, and war can no longer be confined to the end of a landsknecht's pike, but we can only do the right as we see the right, and reverently commit our cause to the Sun Lord Invictus. If one and all we keep resolutely faithful to it, ready for whatever service or sacrifice it may demand, then with the World Turtle’s help, we shall prevail.”
The playtest gauntlet has been tossed and all able-bodied men of lead in the Cantons are mustering to the deafening rhythmic beat of the drums of war. You might remember that I have been working on sections of the humbly-titled CompleteGuide to Fantasy War.
The fine (if deranged and sybaritic) Emperor Don of our northern neighbors, the Brazos Evil Empire, has mobilized his forces for a couple months of fighting out a border war with my fledgling abstract mass combat rules and campaign rules. The expected grand finale will possibly be a face-to-face battle royale at the second New Braunfels mini con we are chit-chatting about for late April or May.
To commemorate the war we have jointly see up this new blog to chronicle our machinations.