1750: Grenouisse At Bay

Had you been the proverbial fly on my wall recently, then beside gnashing of teeth and pulling of hair, you would also have heard the scratching of quill upon parchment. Well, okay, actually the squeaking of pencil and fine liner pen upon heavy duty translucent paper and the thrubbing of an eraser as it eventually was called upon to rub out all the pencil marks. “Gosh,” I thought as I finally finished this stage, “what do you call all those tiny scrubbly bits of eraser that end up on the floor?”

“Wherefore art thou making such noises and leaving such a mess?” I hear you ask? Well, the time has come for another episode in the Wars of the Faltenian Succession (interlopers section), in which those ragamuffins from the regular Ayton group merrily invade my little universe with their strange armies of mercenaries and have a bit of a tour around the countryside before the mighty scrum that the Ayton weekend always is.

Having already ruined the economy of Granprix with their post-match demands, carved up most of the Dark Continent (so-called simply because I’ve shed so little light on it so far), kicked the Grenouissians out of the popular nightspots of Pescadrix and sent them packing, accidentally invading a neutral country in the process, the time has come to shift focus and impose this bothersome conflict on yet another unsuspecting host.

Map of Borgenmark

Welcome to sunny (well, occasionally) Borgenmark, land of the free. Well, land of the quite heavily taxed, actually, there are all those roads and pensioners to pay for. © Henry Hyde 2016

Welcome, then, to Borgenmark, home of the… well, I’m still working that out actually, but they’re jolly nice people, thoroughly democratic and run by an Elector rather than the monarchical model that surrounds them. They have a very twiddly coastline (I’m hoping for an award for that), and a landscape that ranges from flat-as-a-pancake plains to oh-jeez-don’t look-down Alpine peaks. Somewhere between Phlegmark in the west, Polstovia in the east, Schwitz to the south east, Gelderstaad to the south west and Grenouisse to the south, there’s bound to be trouble. Make no mistake, I know these blokes and there’s no way they’re going to just sit and wave at one another when there’s a chance of a bloody good fight.

I’m about to start colouring in the map, naming places and so on, so that our belligerents – about whom, more anon – can start trying to advance along national borders they think are roads and slogging up precipitous slopes that they have underestimated by a factor of 10.

Tally ho!

 

9 comments for “1750: Grenouisse At Bay

  1. April 27, 2016 at 5:57 pm

    Swarf, I suspect, H, is the name for those bits of rubber. As previously discussed, your map is a work of art – all the best with your invasion plans!

    • henryhyde
      April 27, 2016 at 7:18 pm

      Swarf! Of course! (And it makes me think of Swarfega…) Thanks for stopping by, Christopher.

      • April 27, 2016 at 9:23 pm

        You’re welcome! As for Swarfega – Dad often had a jar of that in his garage. I always thought it should have been edible, in fact, I wish I had an excuse to go and buy some right now. Not to eat though. That’s be stupid. Wouldn’t it?

  2. Der Alte Fritz
    April 19, 2016 at 7:40 pm

    The version of the map posted on TMP today is downright gorgeous! We like. We like.

    Jim

    • henryhyde
      April 19, 2016 at 7:46 pm

      Thanks Jim. 🙂

  3. Tim Hall
    April 13, 2016 at 12:10 pm

    Nice “Guide” reference, should I be calling you Slartibartfast from now on?

    • henryhyde
      April 13, 2016 at 2:50 pm

      You can call me whatever you like, Tim! 😀

  4. Conrad Kinch
    April 13, 2016 at 7:24 am

    Beautiful map Henry. Do you find drawing a map by hand a different experience to using a computer?

    • henryhyde
      April 13, 2016 at 9:17 am

      Yes, absolutely. I’ll always use a hand-drawn map as my starting point – and occasionally my end-point too. I find it immensely satisfying and therapeutic.

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