Going Medieval

Ripped from the headlines (in a way).

Recorded for posterity.

The timetable. No lollygagging.

The Game Kings undertake the venerable Strategy & Tactics "The Crusades", a graduate level seminar boiled down to Game Night dimensions by blame game. Here the Franks, Normans and other assorted gemanic warlords enter from Byzantium (now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople).

We can see the levant is totally unprepared for the onslaught of the infidel. Cover those ports!

And now the knights are afloat, meanwhile bearing down by land on Antioch.

Napolean would approve. Time to order pizza. A shout out to Pizza Luce and their delicious Ruby Rae upside down pizza, delivered to our undisclosed location during the blizzard.

First blood is drawn as Antioch tumbles like an overloaded serving tray in the first siege turn.

And just like that the Siciliani are slicing through Palestine for the Holy City.

Treachery carries the day and, as it turns out, the game. Jerusalem falls with wailing and knashing of teeth not to a prolonged and bloody siege but a fifth column. The true cross is seized. Visions are had.

In a final insult to the Caliphate a poorly defended Damascus falls by cruel attrition.

And so it ends. Insha'Allah and Deus Veult!