Quar stuff

 

Man is it cold around here.  Colder than a brass toilet seat on the shady side of the iceberg.  There was like one week of Fall, where the weather was nice.  Now wet and cold.  Cold like the heart of a tax collector.  

I was gonna work on some terrain in the garage, but I wimped out as it was too cold in there.  Instead, a little voice sounded in me head and said "You know, you only like need like 3 more miniatures painted up to complete that third squad."  Another voice chimed in "throw in a Sharpshooter and an itsy-bitsy AT gun?"

"Deal!" They both said at once.  And what I was doing was decided without me.  Just like most of my activities.

Quar Stuff

Of course it's Quar stuff.  Why would it not be Quar stuff?  It's all I do these days.  I CANNOT be distracted.

Coftyr Rhyflers

These 3 cuties complete another standard squad.  But what squad of humanoid Anteater-ish things would be complete without a specialist?  "It wouldn't be complete" is what you would say.  So we'll add a Sharpshooter.

Coftyr Sharpshooter

All of my Sharpshooters have a snazzy hat and gauze wrapped around the scope for some reason.  This gives me 3 Coftyr forces of around 300 pts all painted.  Which nicely matches the 3 Crusader squads of around 300 points that are also all painted.  Funny coincidence that.

Say Hello to My Little...

With the Playtest rules for Tractors (tanks) being released for This Quar's War: Clash of Rhyfles, it seemed time to upgrade.  The Coftyrans have the only Anti-tank / anti-infantry gun so far in the form of a small thing officially called "RCO m60" which is short for "Royal Coftyran Ordnance Field Howitzer Model 60."  

Basically, it's a mini howitzer, on some sort of track system, with a comically small shield.  

I played around with the basing, adding in a LOT of brush, like these guys had set up in a thicket and tried to do some camouflage.

"I am in a thicket,
Trying to trick it,
cus I'm gonna stick it,
right up his..."

Fence Fail

In Quar battlefields I have been using my ACW/AWI worm / split rail fences, because it's either those or some Dark Ages wattle type fences.  I wanna get away from those to dispel the "this Quar's American Civil War" appearance.  Who knew that yet another type of fence would be needed?  sheesh.  It's starting to seem like one NEVER has enough of the right terrain.  

I had all this balsa wood from a previous stupid purchase just lying around, so I thought I would give it try and construct my own.  I know what kind a fence I wanted.  I didn't want a typical fence that has vertical posts and horizontal beams which seem easy to make and that probably why everyone does that.  I wanted all the fence boards to all be vertical, so it matches the trench boards and that's how my fences look at home.   How hard can it be? 

I made these:

I also messed up the paint job some.

And I hate them.  I just couldn't get the amount of detail I wanted into the balsa wood, and it was becoming obvious that to get the look I wanted I would have to cut out all the individual planks and them glue them down.  Which seemed like a LOT of tedious work, which is probably why no one does it this way.   So I scrapped the idea.

Time to rely on the tried, tested, and true problem-solving technique for any problem.  Used by governments, husbands, dictators, and churches.  Throw money at it.

I bought these from the internet, and fit the bill nicely.

The right height

They're about 5" long and I bought 13 of them (5x13 = 65" or about 5 feet).  I'm happy with them.

Distraction

I hardly ever get distracted.  But there are two things that I can never resist: strawberries dipped in chocolate and new dark ages mass combat rules.  

I picked these up through a pre-order because they were all over the internet and looked really good.  Having a read through and trying to not think too hard about all those dark ages troops that I have, just waiting to be played with....

These aren't written for the dark ages specifically but one of these tool kit rules that let you re-create battles where units engaged in hand-to-hand lead by heroic leaders.  

Time to Eat

Here in America, it's the week of Thanksgiving.  When we all try to be appreciative.

I appreciate you reading.

I double appreciate you writing a comment.

And till Next time.

Mainly Vet Con AAR, mainly Quar

 (scratching my head and thinking)

 "What was I doing again?"   "Oh yeah!  Writing the best damn wargaming blog on the internet!"

Except for all those other ones, which are equally as good.

Fine.  They're BETTER even.  Go read all those why don't you.  OH you do?  Well, good, you should.

Good blogs probably wouldn't go a whole month without posting, except of course when they do.  Like I just did.  Here's a mega update, but mainly a Vet Con AAR, and mainly Quar. 

 VET CON AAR

Every time I go to a convention, I think I should try to be a good blogger and take pics of ALL the games.  I start off well enough, but then I get distracted and stop.  Unless I'm standing right there next to it then I don't see or hear it, just like small dogs and miracles.    

Vet con ran Friday night through Sunday, and that lends itself to a fine structure...

FRIDAY:

Broke free early on the Friday afternoon from my home life, and safe in the knowledge that my in-laws had come town to help my wife with the children, I prepared for a holiday weekend of gaming with no responsibilities other than driving safely (and I barely did that).

I had brought my Quar stuff for a Friday game but the nice man I was supposed to play could NOT break away from his own responsibilities, so instead I jumped in a game of Gunfighters Ball (a Cowboy game) hosted by the Mr. DP who was running the con... 

along with socializing and saying hello to people, I'm a regular chatty Cathy at a wargame convention.

My two bandits making off with a wagon

I named myself the King of the Banditos as my two bandits actually stole a wagon and got it off the table while everyone else was getting shot or throwing dynamite and getting themselves blown up.

Gunfighter's Ball is a fun game.  When you get shot you draw a damage card, and I swear every other card is getting shot in the ass or balls.

SATURDAY:

Most of Saturday was spent playing a Bolt Action 3rd edition tournament.  3 games, each about 2.5 hours.  Tournaments can be nerve racking if one trying to do well.  Fortunately for me this was not the case as I just wanted to learn the game better.  It was nerve racking for me because I did not have a 3rd edition rulebook nor a 28mm WWII army.  I didn't have the rules because despite ordering them in JULY from Osprey. and them being released in September, apparently the books from Osprey were somehow delayed, and delayed again.  Even while I'm writing this sentence I still don't have my book. 

As for the army, I know all about how these WWII types operate and saddled up to one and said "Hi. My name is Stewart, and I'm you're new best friend.  SOOOoooo, got a spare army?"  And he did.  Mr. R kindly lent me a Soviet army that was very beginner friendly. 

In actual fact, I had arranged with the Organizer Mr. SM ahead of time to borrow an army.  That morning, he did have a spare army but also said "that man over there also has like 4 armies that he said people could borrow, try him."  Mr Said that it was nice for him because he had all these armies that hardly ever see the table, and it was nice to see them used.  I said, "well, as long as you understand that I'm one doing YOU a favor then we're all good."  No, I didn't say that for reals. 

Nothing says WWII like Hedgerows.
Hedgerows and machinegun noises.

The red bobbles are pins, so you can tell that I'm doing really well.

In my last game, I played Mr. SM and his British Commandos.

The BA tournament was super friendly, super fun, laid back.  Lot's of people were still learning the 3rd rules so I didn't stand out too much with all my nagging questions.  

And then, because it was too early to go home, I once again played a game of Gunfighters Ball in the same scenario.  I loudly announced that last game I was the King of the Banditos and to watch my example.  After lecturing everyone that no one should be throwing dynamite, the game began where I was the first cowboy shot dead.  

Strangely, all pictures of this game are lost. 

OTHER GAMES: 

Before we get on with Sunday, here are some pictures of other games that I did manage to photograph...

A 54mm WWII game that everyone seemed to enjoy

Star Wars

Some AWI

I know, it's such a lack luster effort.  There were others, LOTS others, I just didn't take pictures of them.  I'm just not naturally inclined to take a bunch of pictures unless it has something to do with me.  Because I selfish. I never share my french fries.  

Lots of pics of Sunday though, because on Sunday I hosted two games of Quar: Clash of Rhyfles.

Sunday is Quar day

To refresh your memory as it's been a month, a Quar is a Humanoid Anteater-ish thing in WWI-ish tech.  Like so:

Some recently painted Quar.
Over exposed, as I was playing with the setting...

I set up a scenario for 5 players, where 3 payers would play the crusaders, and their job was to assault across a river and take the center ground of the two players playing the royalists.  The scenario ran in the morning through afternoon, and again late afternoon till evening.  

Table Set up.

Each player had a 300-ish point force of 11 miniatures (so 600 pts on defense vs 900 pts on attack). 

Just a closer look.

The game was just kinda but not really, but just barely; local enough tothe Developers of Quar miniatures and Rulebooks, so the guys who are Zombiesmith, Mr. JQ and Mr. AB, came up to have a look-see and have a chat.  Which was very flattering.  I mean for them, because how often do you get to meet a famous blogger like myself with an international blog read by a dozen people?  

I pretended not to be starstruck.  It's rare you get to meet the people who make the stuff that you enjoy so much.  Mr. JQ and Mr. AB were very nice and we go to get in some good chat when I wasn't distracted by actually having to run the game.  

Mr. JQ pinned a Crusader badge onto my collar.  It felt like being knighted.  

I didn't get any pictures of us together.  Which is unfortunate because it would have made me a very minor celebrity in some very small circles.  Very-very small circles, more like dots.  But still, my wife thought it was cool when I told her all about it.  Repeatedly.  

Some Cadier (Horse equivalent) are tethered by the bridge for some unknow reason.

Me in the purple shirt.
Pointing with intention.

The Coftyrans are defending the bridge.

In the evening game, One of the local players, Mr. NB, brought his newly painted 
Arnyaran faction to try out.  We swapped out one of my crusader forces for his force.
The Tractor (tank) was just for fun looks.

Two lone Royalists try to hold out.
Can you be lone if there are two of you?

Trying to get across the river

At one point, it felt like it was getting really late.  "Man, it feels late.  What time is it anyway?"  "6:30?!!"  "We all need to man up, my children aren't bed yet so I can't go home."  

Quar moving through the woods.

Some Crusaders trying out the bridge.
because crossing rivers is for suckers.
Why get your feet wet AND be shot at?

We were the last game to wrap up and we few players closed out the convention.  

So Vet Con was a great success.  Lots of fun, and in typical convention fashion you see a lot of people you seem to only see at conventions.  I made some new gaming friends, I sold everything I placed in the Bring and Buy so had enough cash to pay for all my drinks.  

Monday is Veteran's Day

Woke up early, put flowers on my father's grave who served 20 years in the navy, and then off to a parade.  My older children were marching in the local parade as part of Scouts.  It was cold, wet, and raining.  

Question: What does an almost middle aged, kinda out of shape, definitely hung over, father do in a cold, wet, and raining parade?

Answer:

He carries his 4 year old for 2 miles.
Not all heroes wear capes, but I bet they all have sore backs.

After we got home and put on warm dry clothes, my oldest son (6 years old) demanded that since I was gone all weekend playing games with other people that it was now his turn to play.  So out came his favorite game King of Toyko. 

Where he beat me three times.
He can barely read but he knows what ALL the cards do.

Thanks for reading.
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Till next time.