Duffer's Rescue

This is a collection of photos from the Duffer's Rescue game. A detailed account of events is also available.

The forces assemble.

Duffer, caught on patrol not two weeks ago, is being held hostage in the small fort.

Pathan sharpshooters practice every Sunday afternoon.

The forces of oppression gather.

Free tribes of the hills are ready to defend their homes and fields. Especially the opium fields.

Traitorous dogs in ferengi service advance into the bush.

Sailorboys and Egyptian auxiliaries set out.

The Imperialist Pigs start their march.

Egyptians (actually East Africans, but did you really expect the Imperialists to know the difference?) spread and scout.

The redcoats advance.

Camelry scouts ahead.

We're British, we'll use the road like civilized people.

Surprise! First ambush of the game!

Unfortunately, sheikh al-Garth's plan did not quite work.

Camelry rides to the rescue.

And receives fire from another unit of brave Pathani tribesmen.

Unfortunately, the brave African lads prove a bit too tough to handle.

Sheikh al-Garth has some explaining to do!

Run away! Mommy mommy!

Let's hide in that bush!

The redcoats spread out.

Brave Baluchi mercenaries emerge from hiding and fire a deadly surprise volley -- missing with all shots! Allah is not with us today!

Duffer is being tortured. The ordeal is inhuman even the khan can not bear to watch.

The British, on the other hand, have no trouble hitting on their return volley. Ouch!

Not looking good for the defenders of homeland...

Another surprise in store for the infidel...

The sailors stop to finish off wounded natives.

More steadfast advance.

al-Garth manages to regroup and return for another shot at the ferengi.

One final shot... an untrustworthy dog had disappeared with the powder magazine rendering the ammo supply of the defenders untenable.

The final moments are close at hand...

Soon my friends, soon...

The final ambush. These guys even have ammo left...

Again, the tribesman accuracy is not all that it was hyped up to be.

Auxiliaries handle the left flank alone.

The British return fire is deadly.

Another grand volley with no hits at all...

A strange mixture of architectural styles, this small compound proved to be the focal point of the game.

Close range shooting. Despite appearances, both sides lacked the balls to charge.

The assault begins. African renegades rush in to stem the flow but to no avail.

The Red Wave is pouring over the hill.

In theory, it looks ok. In practice, the defenders are all out of ammo at this point.

Ok, one final shot.

The relentless horde advances... slowly...

The Africans beat back the remnants of al-Garth's troops.

The Baluchi rush in to help.

Furious fighting around the compound.

The situation was rather chaotic.

The Pathan leaders contemplate the fate of the captive. Note the torturer (the one in read pants).

Are we too late to help our comrades?

The khan is executing a clever tactical withdrawal.

Everyone's piling around the compound, the final moments are at hand.

In a brilliant display of heroism, the defenders of one of the houses rush out into the courtyard.

The lone scout harasses Baluchi sheikh.

For tonight we have some square dancing and family games in the courtyard.

I guess you could call that a flying carpet...

The torturer is left behind.

Baluchi lose their resolve and melt into the hills.

Even the sailors see some action.

Ok boys, it's over. Let's go home.

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	The forces assemble.
	Duffer, caught on patrol not two weeks ago, is being held hostage in the small fort.
	Pathan sharpshooters practice every Sunday afternoon.
	The forces of oppression gather.
	Free tribes of the hills are ready to defend their homes and fields. Especially the opium fields.
	Traitorous dogs in ferengi service advance into the bush.
	Sailorboys and Egyptian auxiliaries set out.
	The Imperialist Pigs start their march.
	Egyptians (actually East Africans, but did you really expect the Imperialists to know the difference?) spread and scout.
	The redcoats advance.
	Camelry scouts ahead.
	We're British, we'll use the road like civilized people.
	Surprise! First ambush of the game!
	Unfortunately, sheikh al-Garth's plan did not quite work.
	Camelry rides to the rescue.
	And receives fire from another unit of brave Pathani tribesmen.
	Unfortunately, the brave African lads prove a bit too tough to handle.
	Sheikh al-Garth has some explaining to do!
	Run away! Mommy mommy!
	Let's hide in that bush!
	The redcoats spread out.
	Brave Baluchi mercenaries emerge from hiding and fire a deadly surprise volley -- missing with all shots! Allah is not with us today!
	Duffer is being tortured. The ordeal is inhuman even the khan can not bear to watch.
	The British, on the other hand, have no trouble hitting on their return volley. Ouch!
	Not looking good for the defenders of homeland...
	Another surprise in store for the infidel...
	The sailors stop to finish off wounded natives.
	More steadfast advance.
	al-Garth manages to regroup and return for another shot at the ferengi.
	One final shot... an untrustworthy dog had disappeared with the powder magazine rendering the ammo supply of the defenders untenable.
	The final moments are close at hand...
	Soon my friends, soon...
	The final ambush. These guys even have ammo left...
	Again, the tribesman accuracy is not all that it was hyped up to be.
	Auxiliaries handle the left flank alone.
	The British return fire is deadly.
	Another grand volley with no hits at all...
	A strange mixture of architectural styles, this small compound proved to be the focal point of the game.
	Close range shooting. Despite appearances, both sides lacked the balls to charge.
	The assault begins. African renegades rush in to stem the flow but to no avail.
	The Red Wave is pouring over the hill.
	In theory, it looks ok. In practice, the defenders are all out of ammo at this point.
	Ok, one final shot.
	The relentless horde advances... slowly...
	The Africans beat back the remnants of al-Garth's troops.
	The Baluchi rush in to help.
	Furious fighting around the compound.
	The situation was rather chaotic.
	The Pathan leaders contemplate the fate of the captive. Note the torturer (the one in read pants).
	Are we too late to help our comrades?
	The khan is executing a clever tactical withdrawal.
	Everyone's piling around the compound, the final moments are at hand.
	In a brilliant display of heroism, the defenders of one of the houses rush out into the courtyard.
	The lone scout harasses Baluchi sheikh.
	For tonight we have some square dancing and family games in the courtyard.
	I guess you could call that a flying carpet...
	The torturer is left behind.
	Baluchi lose their resolve and melt into the hills.
	Even the sailors see some action.
	Ok boys, it's over. Let's go home.