These are armies made from cardstock. Unfortunately, I only have the Bufanoid Army available. And of these, one Spears stand was eaten by a gigantic cat.
Rising up from the murky swamplands, these humanoid toads use their brute strength to overcome primitive weaponry. Their stronghold is a ruined city, succumbed to the devouring swamp.
The Bufanoids, after viciously defending their swamp against the Queendom's entourage, proceeded onto dry land and were promptly squashed. It seems clear that the rider's maneuverability should leave them on the sides, while the spears and shooters remain in the center. The single warband is a weak point; they have been demoted to pond scum cleanup duty.
With the need to replace their warband, the Bufanoids drew up a shrewd contract with a piece of local fauna. The agreement concurrently removed the warband (and a rider) and fed the newest recruit; both parties left the table happy.
Granted strange bouyancy from weird occult pacts, the octopoid master corrals her alien troops into battle. Her stronghold is a mysterious coral-bound pool.
The armies here use figures from Eagle Games' Age of Mythology boardgame. I've been teaching my niece and nephew Hordes of the Things. So they can add HOTT to their list of fun things they did on vacation. As if inner tubing, catching fish, and fossil digging weren't exciting enough!
The Orderly Sons valiantly defended their stronghold (a gigantic fossil) from the Disorderly Sons.
The Disordely Sons may reconsider their kitchen-sink approach to units for any future campaigns.
A mighty Norse army, sorely defeated when the Orderly Sons pushed a behemoth back to squash the general.
