A walk around early modern Trumpton

Travelers noted a remarkable resemblance to Leipzig

 The Town walls

The walls of Trumpton are in a state of lamentable decrepitude.  They may appear imposing from afar, but they have been left to crumble in many places.  As the war and investment appear inevitable, the townsfolk are working to restore what they can.

 

The Gates

The finely appointed Camberwick gate is the finest of the four late medieval entrances to the town.  It has a continental style, the rich golden stone stands in contrast to the rather grimy and mostly collapsing town walls.  The arms and motto of the town are emblazoned here;

 nugas non tantum omnia sunt Deo

all are mere toys without God

The Inns and Hostelries

The Cripple and Bastard – by the Guild Church of St Brian Canto.  The headquarters during the early stages of the war, and during the sieges of the town

The great fat Big Bear – by the London gate.  The secret meeting place of the Trumpton divines during the reign of Bloody Mary

The Withered Spoon – by the Water Gate.  A dirty, dingy hole with the foulest ale in the whole county - for the meaner sort in the Borough

The Turk’s Arse – not to be confused with the Turk’s Head in Camberwick Green – by the Mill Gate.  A most peculiar place

 

Forlorn Hopes

 Turn 1

Trumpton  There was an uncomfortable night both inside and outside Trumpton.  The townsfolk were elated at their deliverance from the assault, but they remained under siege.  How could the siege be broken, without throwing away the Trained Band?  After much deliberation, it was decided that the 'fresh' members of the Trumpton Horse must mount a 'Forlorn Hope' against the Cannon; formerly the 'not so loud Brenda.'  

At dawn, the attack would be launched.

Chigley   His Lordship slept badly, and was deeply troubled by the loss of Clutterbuck and Sneed.  Should the siege continue?  The walls were being battered, but could the town be taken?  Could that fox, Snort, be trusted after the misfire yesterday?  He was woken by the sound of alarm, alarm...

Turn 1

Chigley - Roaring Doris fird and scored a hit near the artillery, killing a crew member.  The cannon scored  another hit on the now crumbling Camberwick gate.

Trumpton - the Trumpton Horse 'Forlorn Hope' stormed forward - taking fire and surviving on their second bound - and rolling on the second D6 enough to enter the Chigley redoubt.  The Chigley gunners sensibly fled, being true sons of Pippin Fortress and seeking the safest outcome...

However, the Petard failed to explode???

Turn 2

Chigley - the Camberwick Green Coats gave fire, having decided not to budge from their trench.  A misfire on the party popper!

Trumpton - a roll of 5 and the Petard exploded - demolishing the rediubt and 'Not so loud Brenda'.  In the noise and confusion of the dawn raid, the Forlorn Hope retired to the walls of Trumpton.

Turn 3

Lord Belborough decides to retire back to Pippin Fortress and assess the situation after this rebuff.  The good burghers of Trumpton celebrate their success, and look to the crumbling Camberwick gate with some unease... and they await news from Treddles Wharf.

Summary

The siege of Trumpton

Battle Record Chart – Trumpton 

Name	Strength	P M  C	Efficiency Factor	Dead	Captured	Report
Trumpton Horse	5	/ /     5	1	0	0	Forlorn Hope
Trumpton Trained Band	9 + Chaplain	6  3  /	1	4		The Mayor killed with them
Guild of St Brian Canto	8	8	1
Cannon	3		1	1	Cannon

 Battle Report Card – Chigley

Name	Strength	P M  C	Efficiency Factor	Dead	Captured	Report
The Lobsters + Trumpton Horse	15	/ /     9 +	2			Not at the Camberwick Gate
Whitecoats	15	5  5  /	2	7		Sneed killed
Camberwick Green Coats Sappers and Miners	10   6	5 5	1	1		Clutterbuck killed
Roaring Doris  Culverin Firelocks	5   5 5			2		Destroyed

 P = Pike + Ensign/commander

M= Musket

C = Cavalry

Keep your Powder dry!  There were five party popper misfires, so keep your powder dry.

Late at night, the Reverend Munnings and Raggy Dan praise the Lord of Hosts.  The Lord is a God of battles, the Lord is His name.

But the multitude of your enemies will become like fine dust,

And the multitude of the ruthless ones like the chaff which blows away;

And it will happen instantly, suddenly.

From the Lord of hosts you will be punished with thunder and earthquake and loud noise,

With whirlwind and tempest and the flame of a consuming fire.

And the multitude of all the nations who wage war against Ariel,

Even all who wage war against her and her stronghold, and who distress her,

Will be like a dream, a vision of the night.