We had a great four-way free-for- all game of Silver Bayonet on Tuesday.
My Spanish having their first outing.
As this was a once-off game, I chose scenario three, which features the ever-so-charming Troll on the Bridge—who, by the way, was not exactly a fan of gym memberships. To spice things up and keep the players on their toes, I decided to introduce not one, but two trolls—because why not double the trouble and the grumpy commentary? Each troll had its own quirks, like one who hoarded amber fluid (that obviously needed rescuing) instead of gold, making tactical thinking a must to avoid his belching ambushes. Players had to face these rotund ruffians one at a time, channeling their inner strategists while trying not to trip over their own feet in the chaos. Only after they managed to outwit both trolls—while possibly negotiating for a drink or three—could they finally liberate the hoard, which hopefully was more nectar of the gods. This led to a nail-biting climax, as they raced against time, their own questionable battle skills, and an unusually persistent urge for an amber fluid and chardy break.
Russians to my immediate left. At this stage they were on my side.
Rob’s Russians in front of me about to become pin cushions.
The French skulking behind terrain.
After I had pin cushioned the troll my Russian “friend” finished him off and stole the points!
A Russian Orthodox patriarch bites the dust
Rob’s Russian commander goes down.
The second Troll and my pioneer eye each other off across the bridge.
WTF! My Russian ally pinches my victory yet again. Time to consider which Russian I should be allied to!
To make matters worse he takes out the pioneer as well!
The French seize and objective but don’t have anyone that knows how to use the swivel gun.
Another great game (accept for my alliance with Palmer).
The end result was Palmer on four, Guru on three, Rob on two and Drew, visiting home from Thailand on one.