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Paddy the Scot

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Hordeland
Mar 2001 time: 14:33
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And so it was that Captain Emre and his troop were again encamped at the Ottoman - Austrian border.
The small village had played host to many such delegations over the centuries past. They brought forth warm food and hot drink. The Captain even allowed the taking of the local Grappa. A liquid of great fire.
Ahh, he thought, here they come. These Hussars sure do look the part in their uniforms.
The Hussar Captain dismounts with great flair.
Yet again Diplomatic words are passed along by both sides.
Papers and satchels are exchanged.
With this transaction completed, a toast to the two Lord of their fine lands is proposed.
The Austrian troop dismounts, and the various men take the small cups, the drink is taken and a cheer is raised by both sides.
Here the Austrians remount, and with the style of great horsemen, they wheel their horses and head back to their Lord.
Captain Emre looks to the sky, and ponders a this moment, this is becoming a regular occurance! My brother should be here with a small Inn.
With a sharp whistle, he calls his troop to order.
"Ok lads, lets us be off to Mostar again!"
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CerberusIV
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The no bombardment for ships is just one of those scenario specific changes. I guess it is to downplay naval warfare and to stop the AI in particular spending all its time bombarding coastal cities.
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CerberusIV
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Turn to Ghengis.
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The dispatches arrive in Berlin on a fine, sunny July morning. After their contents have been reported to the King fresh orders are given and a troop of Cuirassiers gallop west towards the Russian border.
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