Mars is dying...

Mars is dying...

Not through fault or neglect or wicked reason, not even because of the Gods; though some would say this is so. Mars is dying because it is old.

For time beyond count, our world has floated with the orb of the sun god, basking in the everwarmth that it provides, the Martian brothers sailing around giving constant company.

The Ancients warned the death of Mars might be so. Long, long ago; before the Storm. It is said the Storm lasted for an age or more: I for one, do not believe this to be true even though the clan elders warn me against foolish words.

There are still some Ancient writings in the deep deserts for those who wish to learn and are willing to brave sandstorms and the creatures that live there. Most of our knowledge from before the Storm comes from stories told around the clan fires, told again and again, embellished ever so lightly with each clan teller so who knows what is true and what is not.

With each storm season, the Ancient houses and temples disappear and reappear so fast that is easy to loose them completely, Gods know how large their cites were or what final secrets they contain. Three whole clans have been lost searching for the chief city with no sign or call from them these long years past.

But now we have new troubles and concerns. The Earthers have come to Mars: to steal and pillage what they can and to take it away to their blue world. Curse them to the Gods! They have no right, no honour and no need to be here. Like parasites they come here destroying whatever they touch and leaving mayhem in their wake.

They must be sent back across the sky ocean to their blue world.

They must be stopped.

It must happen now!

Saturday, 6 August 2016

8:30 to New Victoria AAR:

The 8:30 en route to New Victoria after dropping some supplies off at the British outpost at Kingston Plains has been stopped by a landfall at the entrance to the Albert Cutting.

The coolies on board were sent out to try and remove the debris before carrying on with the journey and the camel corp (sans camels) used the remaining baggage on the train to erect some hasty defences in case of Sky Martian attack.

And of course, true to form, the Sky Martians make an appearance around the cutting and rapidly dispatch the coolies clearing the debris.

A small unit of the camel corp line the front barricade while others went to the telegraph station to alert all outposts of the Sky Martian attack. Sky Martians swarm down the cutting towards the barricades but under heavy fire from the revolving cannon at the telegraph station.

The Sky Martians take heavy casualties but manage to kill the defenders at the barricade.

Meanwhile, another clan of Martians eventually break their way into the lower portion of the telegraph station and burst upon the camel corp at the top but not before a British column arrive; led by no-other than Captain Softlove and his companion in danger, Sergeant Ruffbrute, and start to inflict a heavy toll on the Martians.

The mounted camel corp on the desert floor charge some Martians who, in their previously unknown fear of camels, retreat but then through either a prompting by the gods or some other means they turn and return the charge and create havoc.

But the stalwart thin red line behind give fire and manage to see them off.

The Martians, seeing defeat close at hand retreat but not before destroying the train engine and leaving the column in disarray.

A close call indeed for the British and without the quick arrival of Softlove, who knows what might have happened. Fortuitous to say the least...

Diary of Archibald Harris-Hampton...

Sky Martian attacks in recent months are becoming ever more frequent. There even seems to be an element of luck in the way the Sky Martians are able to find, and descend on targets so quickly. Maybe there is more going on here than meets the eye...

Game was played using the Rifles and Spears variant of M+T, thanks again to Happy Wanderer!