by New Edom » Wed May 30, 2012 10:19 pm
by The Cornellian Regency » Wed May 30, 2012 11:26 pm
by Cossacks » Thu May 31, 2012 12:59 pm
by Nordkrusen » Thu May 31, 2012 2:28 pm
by Nalaya » Thu May 31, 2012 10:08 pm
by The Cookish States » Thu May 31, 2012 11:20 pm
Sir, we have taken a rough roll call of our armies. Collectively our force is primarily infantry, with a strong artillery base. Our 72nd is en route as of now to raid Imperial camps and the bourgeois populace there as well. They shall instill fear to prelude the arrival of the Edomite force. Now, the numbers are enclosed in the letter behind this one.
Truly, Colonel Isaiah Media
72nd Volunteer Battalion
-1,200 Rebel Troopers
-750 Volunteer riflemen, guerrilla warfighters on horseback
-6 Cannons (8 pound)
1st Army
-7,300 Cookish Rebel Troopers
-12 Howitzers
-16 Cannons
-450 Cavalry
The "Volunteers" as they have deemed themselves are all veterans of the 1845 uprising, and are riding to the Imperial camps surrounding the capital in ten to twenty man groups and have only stated that they would "Raise Hell and lay brimstone". The rest of the 72nd has been put under the command of General Richmond of the 1st Army and is following the Edomite force to battle.
by Ossurwald » Fri Jun 01, 2012 4:34 pm
by Ossurwald » Fri Jun 01, 2012 8:49 pm
by New Edom » Fri Jun 01, 2012 9:43 pm
by Wolfmanne » Tue Jun 05, 2012 7:58 pm
by Wielkilas » Tue Jun 05, 2012 11:14 pm
by Nalaya » Wed Jun 06, 2012 10:29 am
by Cossacks » Wed Jun 06, 2012 5:35 pm
The Encounter at Ifluvium
Lieutenant Pahath-Moab was a young officer with a taste for the romantic and poetic, but at heart he was a true Baran, and so he was impressed by how orderly and neat and good the farm village he was approaching was. How excellent its mills, how pleasant the vine covered farm houses, the smell of the growing crops! The villagers had largely fled though there were a few about--he grinned as two of his troopers startled a fornicating pair from a hayfield, and he held back his laughter as some of the troopers chuckled and smacked their thighs with mirth at the sight of the man, trying to tug his shirt down, his backside moving as he tried to flee, while the girl for some reason ran like a startled rabbit right past them, clutching her shift and dress ineffectively to her front while her breasts tried to escape, and while her legs churned frantically, shrieking in the Imperial Provinces dialect. He snapped, "Sergeant, let's keep moving, this isn't the quarry we're after..." in fact he was thinking though, arses aside, that this might make a nice place to bivouac...he nodded pleasantly to an old timer who stared out of what seemed to be an inn by the sign and smells coming from it, but the old timer bowed and seemed startled as the fornicating couple. As they moved through the village they came round a large house--possibly the mayor's--and were about to knock on the door when to their astonishment a group of strange horsemen began to advance towards them through a field--and by the look on their faces were just as astonished as they were. For a moment it seemed impossible--the enemy was fifty miles away--but in a split second Pahath-Moab realized they were Cossacks. He realized that even as he was drawing his sabre that his opposite number was doing the same! "Forward lads!" he shouted--even as he heard a similar shout. What the hell, he thought madly, Is this man my doppleganger or something? even as he spurred his horse forward, a hiss of sabres all around him..
by New Edom » Wed Jun 06, 2012 7:37 pm
Avetisyan, a lean young man, cupped his hands and bellowed down, "Mghzavanjner! Allo the road!"
by Cossacks » Wed Jun 06, 2012 9:08 pm
by New Edom » Wed Jun 06, 2012 9:36 pm
by Nalaya » Wed Jun 06, 2012 10:21 pm
New Edom wrote:The Road to Cos
A lean faced bony featured officer wearing the red and blue of the 14th Hussars had halted his scouting party along the road when they were greeted thus, and he called out, "14th Hussars--who are you?"
"I think they're Nalayans, Sir." observed a fresh faced cornet. The Major's colour party snickered under their breaths.
"I'm sure they are, Mister Abiathar. Nevertheless we are going to observe military custom," said the Major drily as the Nalayans--if that was what they were--approached.
by Cossacks » Wed Jun 06, 2012 11:41 pm
by Anathaat » Thu Jun 07, 2012 1:19 am
by The Cookish States » Fri Jun 08, 2012 12:00 am
by New Edom » Fri Jun 08, 2012 5:11 pm
by Nalaya » Sat Jun 09, 2012 12:17 pm
by Ossurwald » Mon Jun 11, 2012 8:26 pm
by The Cornellian Regency » Tue Jun 12, 2012 8:31 pm
by The Shrailleeni Empire » Tue Jun 12, 2012 9:15 pm
New Edom wrote:Elizabeth Salt remarked, "It's amazing, isn't it, you rarely see modern troops that wear their 19th century uniforms and gear so well--they must drill all the time. Is this a guards outfit?"
Sif said to her, "This is a modern Shrailleeni Empire military parade. Like as in this is what they wear, this is what they use. This is it."
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