Last evening, I war-gamed a round of WoE at a friend’s house. I used my newly minted Olympians; my foe was some nicely painted Wood Nymphs–weird but nicely painted. It was a rather original scenario–the entire Woodland Nymph war-band was on “Ambush” oders to begin the game. My muscle bound and multi-faceted Olympians were the invading force coming into “Woodlandia” on one road in a long column, seeing nothing, knowing nothing, except that I was going after a magic mushroom sited all the way diagonally across the terrain. Apparently, it was the source of, well, what made people “happy”? Needless to say, I immediately felt like I was on a “search and destroy” mission a la Vietnam. The nymphs were hidden just like the Viet Cong I chased after. I don’t know which was the more frustrating chasing after real live guerrillas or sniffing out Wood Nymphs on a beautifully designed and heavily-wooded terrain landscape. I had the power and numbers, to be sure; my foe held the element surprise throughout. I have to admit that I was not having fun plodding through the gorse until my Cyclops showed up on the board (for the first time ever). He made my day in what turned out to be a rather sanguinary stalemate. We’re talking about ranged attacks (boulder heaving) and H-T-H (which I would imagine involved using anything he could get his brutish hands on). He wound up giving my demoralized Olympians something to cheer about, taking down their highly-pumped and lethally designed champion Mano o Mano; and then essentially halving a large archery force that previously had decimated my Harpies with two stunning boulder barrages in back-to-back salvos (he’s a Mod 2.) Time ran out before final resolution could be achieved, but everyone was impressed with the Cyclops, owner, game master, and opponent. I gotta come up with a name ’cause wherever I go with this force I am taking my robust and spell-happy wizard (seer) and ???, my trusty Cyclops, ’cause we don’t need no stinking’ Lord or Hero with him board! Naturally, I overstate the case, but you get my drift?
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