From the personal writings of Allan Quartermain: “And so I lay awake, smoking and reflecting on many things, but, being of a practical turn of mind, chiefly on how civilization is only savagery silver-gilt. It was a beautiful moonlight night, and, notwithstanding the mosquitoes, and the great risk we were running from fever from sleeping in such a spot, and forgetting that I had the cramp very badly in my right leg from squatting in a constrained position in the canoe, and that Good who was sleeping beside me was snoring horribly, I really began to enjoy myself. The moonbeams played upon the surface of the running water that speeded unceasingly past us towards the sea, like men's lives towards the grave, till it glittered like a wide sheet of silver, that is in the open where the trees threw no shadows. Near the banks, however, it was very dark, and the night wind sighed sadly in the reeds. We reached the trading post shortly after, and who was standing there but my old friend Umslopogaas, the legendary and fierce Zulu warrior poet. Uncompromisingly honorable, extraordinarily eccentric and relentless in battle he was a force to be reckoned with, a titanic power to behold. He was armed with his famed axe Inkosi-kaas so I knew this was no chance encounter . . . as I docked, he held up his hand in greeting and handed me a sealed letter from "The Government."
Mycroft Holmes "The Government" (second from left) discussing the next steps in the "War of the Witches."
My Dear Quartermain,
I am still grieved by the loss of your son Harry to small pox. I would not write to you if it wasn't urgent with the Empire and all of Africa at stake. We have located Professor Nightengale's location and I am asking you a personal favor to retrieve him and bring him to the nearest port as he is urgently needed in England. We have gotten word from Astragard through our French allies that the Witch King has "mysteriously" disappeared. Be careful my old friend, we also have reports that "The-thing-that-should-never-have-been-born" is now in . . .
Always your obedient servant,
"We are both old Allan, but we both love Africa and this Witch King must be stopped. We will rescue the professor."
"How did you know the contents?"
"I have my ways."
I sighed, smiled at Umslopogas, and went to wake up Good.
Guess who is Quartermain in this installment? (You always play better with a hat!)
Wow. What a bloody game. This game had more casualties than any other game we have played. We used the scenario "Death at your Heels" from In Her Majesty's Name and decided to use a dinosaur. Starting in turn 2, the dinosaur move 1 D10-2 inches after the movement phase. Any figure on a parallel line with the creature was a dino snack. A challenging scenario: do you stop and fight the other company? Do you run? If you run will the other company shot at you? If your engaged and the dinosaur catches up . . .
This was a nerve wracking scenario and one Quartermain barely survived.
This Kikuanua Veteran Warrior was definitely the hero of the game!
Now, where is the Witch King?