Another Day At the Office.

As his steam hansom turned towards the Hounslow Heath Airship station gates, Captain Forsythe turned his head to look towards the mooring towers and their enormous adjacent hangars. A scene empty of activity now, but within the hour the HMD Devonshire would be lifting away, set on the heading he had only been given verbally by the Admiral. Once over the open sea he could open his sealed orders and start to plan his route.

 As usual, the Marine guards refused to let the Hansom inside the gates, so he dismounted in order to present his papers to the officer who stood waiting. Having confirmed his identity, he was escorted into the Incendiary Room where another officer asked the usual questions about lucifers, pipes and firearms. It was of course nonsense to suggest he of all people would risk taking such items on board a Hydrogen Dirigible, but these questions had to be asked. His next destination was the base armoury. There he was issued with the standard Lee-Armstrong .40 calibre Pneumatic Pistol. Although lethal at up to 50 paces, this low powered weapon was incapable of penetrating the thin metal skin of the Gondola. This made it the ideal weapon for dirigible crew as its use presented no threat to the gas bags.

Finally he walked out onto the vast open space where the HMD Devonshire now floated at anchor. Moored by the nose and secured by cables, it swayed gently in the wind. The hydrogen umbilical was still attached, allowing a final top up before departure. As he arrived at the base of the steps leading up to the control cabin, he noticed a dozen or so red-coated faces looking down at him from the passenger compartment. Once they were airborne he would visit them and find out who or what he was carrying this time.

He stepped onto the Bridge to the sound of a rating piping the usual greeting and the other three officers present turned and saluted him. Lieutenant Commander Smith and 1^st Lieutenant Jones he knew well, but the young 2^nd Lieutenant standing there was a new face. He stepped forward nervously and said “2^nd Lieutenant Atkinson reporting for duty as ordered, Sir.”
He offered a sheaf of official looking papers that Forsythe took before passing them to Smith.
“Welcome aboard Atkinson, is this your first commission?”
“Y-yes Sir” the young Lieutenant stammered.
“Well young man, let us suppose I tell you we are ordered to travel to Helsinki with all haste, what method of propulsion would you use and why?”
The young Lieutenant coughed nervously and said, “Well sir, I would fly out over the North Sea using the steam boilers, timing our arrival over Danish coast for about 20 minutes after dawn. I would then engage the Ether Engine and proceed at flank speed until we were over open sea again, or the standard 20 minutes before dusk and at that point I would return to steam engine power. The Ether Engine gives us a significant speed increase which allows us to cross other countries airspace unhindered or in an emergency, but it is also a drain on our batteries and leaves a luminous trail which is clearly visible from the ground at night. During daylight the trail isn’t visible from the ground, so our progress would not observed”.

“Very good” said the Captain, “In that case Atkinson, you can take the first watch as navigation officer. Set course 180 magnetic until further notice. Number 1, assuming our passengers are all aboard, you can lift immediately.”

Out over the Channel, with Brighton just a smudge on the horizon, Captain Forsythe sat in his cabin and opened his sealed orders. Inside was another sealed envelope and a single sheet of paper with the Admiralty crest at the top, and on it the handwritten order - “RND Devonshire is to proceed to the Malta station at best speed. Once there you will refuel and open the second envelope for further orders. Signed, Admiral J.P Pettigrew. Imperial Service Department”.

Obviously it was going to be one of those missions, so maybe now would be a good time to see just who these passengers were ……

It's taken a couple of weeks, but finally my latest company for IHMN is ready to be unveiled -

The Pygmies of Kitara

Led by their mystically empowered Witch Doctor, these dark-skinned pygmies of the jungle have again become a significant menace to European control of the African hinterland. The threat has further increased now that they are often accompanied by a gigantic white man wielding a 2-headed axe. They raid farms and attack parties of settlers and merchants of all races indiscriminately, and have become a serious hazard in the region.

Until the 16^th C the Empire of Kitara dominated a large area of Central East Africa. Archaeological discoveries made at Bigo bya Mugenyi, the capital of the empire, and Ntusi in Uganda, reveal rich deposits of an urban centre dating to around 500 B.C. The historical Kings of Kitara came from a dynasty named the Bachwezi who’s origin is shrouded in mystery and legend, so much so that many traditional gods in the successor kingdoms of Buganda, Ankole, Toro, Rwanda, Karagwe and Burundi name Bachwezi as one of their many tribal Gods.

 

The Kitarans were always a small people with their tallest individuals seldom exceeding 60 inches in height, and legends tell that despite having access to magical powers, they were no match for the much taller Luo Peoples from the North. Forced from their fertile grasslands, the Kitarans moved into the dense bush and from there they waged guerilla war using poison against the incomers while their Priests turned their minds to the further development of mental powers.

In 1891 Lord Dudley-Devenish, 6^th Duke of Borcetshire, sent his 21 year old son (Thomas Henry Richard Ulysees) to Africa in search of a cure for his Gigantism. An hereditary family trait, many Dudley-Devenish’s died very young as they grew beyond the point that the human body can support. Already 6’11” tall at just 20 years of age, Lord Devenish was determined that his eldest son would not suffer such a fate, and scoured the world for a cure. Hearing of the Kitarans and their limited height, he decided that they might have a cure that would stop Thomas’ growth.

Making contact was difficult at first, but the sight of young Thomas with his white skin and enormous height was a revelation to the Kitarans and he was welcomed as a new God. After a few months living with the tribe, Thomas had indeed stopped growing and a combination of native drugs and a vigorous outdoor life has led him to developed amazing physical abilities and become a fearsome warrior. At the same time however, his intellect seems to have declined and under the influence of the Kitaran Witch Doctors he has developed a fanatical hatred of outsiders and the new science that failed to help him.

His status as a living, breathing God of War has encouraged the Kitarans to step up their attacks on the hated Luo and any who use modern technology in an attempt to recover the ancient Kitaran lands. While Thomas no longer shows any affinity towards his family or other Englishmen, he is often accompanied by one or more black Panthers that attack his enemies with as much ferocity as their master.

Work in Progress

I got seriously sidetracked this week.

It started OK, with the completion of the first couple of figures for my next company, but then I started a discussion on the Lead Adventure Forum about large aerial craft (Zeppelins) in the IHMN world and that lead to a good few hours research into their development and use up to 1919. Questions about how they would feature in the lead to an interesting post by one of the game authors, and has generated some ideas about a scenario for the future.
The discussion can be seen here - http://www.lead-adventure.de/index.php?topic=66898.0
Looking ahead, we have a game lined up for this coming Friday, so hopefully I will have my first detailed AAR next week.

The other distraction was my laptop power supply going flash-BANG ! over the weekend, which explains this delayed posting....

Some Interesting Additions

No IHMN game this week or last, but I have still been busy.
First we have Frau Wissman. Wife of our commandant, trend setter amongst the resident German community, and a lady with deep concerns about the welfare of the children of the Askari troopers in the service of her husband.
She takes regular trips into the bush to visit native villages, and concern has been raised about her safety while away from the more settled areas of the Colony.


The other new addition is this stockade/native camp.
Only the pallisade and bushes are fixed, so a variety of native huts or other items can be positioned as desired





I'm quite pleased with it for a first attempt. The Pallisade is about 30-35mm high so representitive quite a solid defensive structure.

Defeat for the German Imperial Forces !

Having been drive off by the RN a few weeks ago, D'astardlee and his men have crossed the border into Imperial German territory in their search for loot. News that an important artifact from the period of Empire of Kitara was being held at a mission station reached them so they set out to recover it for their own profit.

Table at the outset

German Imperial Intelligence got wind of this attempt to steal the artifact, so Wissman himself lead his Askaris and his best technical aparatus stop D'astardlee and his men.


Yes, our club has Ladies who play IHMN

This time however, D'astardlee's men were a more experienced group equipped with Hunting Rifles and this caused Wissman's lightly armoured Askaris problems from the outset.

Entering from the left of the table, they moved quickly to grab the cart containing the artifact and moved it towards the exit. D'astardlee's men moved around the mission (towards the bottom of the picture above) and from there caught the Askaris in a crossfire. Wissman and the Arc weapons went round the top of the table and were very effective once they started shooting, but elsewhere on the table the Askari's were outshot by the range and power of the hunting rifles.

 

Wissman and his surviving troops beat a dejected retreat, made more bitter by the need to send a report back to Berlin explaining the loss of an important artifact.