One of the most ominous phrases that exists in todays modern English lexicon is "Hold my Beer..." as nothing EVER good comes afterwards. How did this phrase become so cursed? Well it's all the fault of this fellow, Gert a Dacian mercenary fighting for one of the Successor states against the Seleucids. One day, while Gert was well into his cups in camp there was a commotion outside of camp. Rising unsteadily to his feet Gert was heard to say "Hey hold my Mead, I got this...."
by mead-based bravery, Gert strode confidently out of camp ready to
take on anything the Seleucids wanted to throw at him. Unfortunately
for Gert the consumption of gallons of Mead actually impacted his
judgement (something I must say has never happened to any challenge
participant) and he was shall we say a bit over confident when the
source of all the commotion turned out to be a really pissed of armored
it to say the contest was a bit one sided and poor Gert was literally
stomped into the ground like a human nail. Gert's bad luck was so
complete that now the mere utterance of the phrase "Hold my Mead" or
it's more modern counterpart of "Hold my Beer" is a harbinger of
characters in our little morality play are all in 28mm scale. Gert is a
Dacian figure from Warlord and the War Elephant was supplied by
Sergeant Major Miniatures.
Points might be 20 for the four figures and I'll leave it to Curt to score the Ellie.