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Donegeal
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Apolyton's Resident Law Enforcement Officer. Founder of the Glory of War, Champions of Apolyton!
Jul 2002 time: 05:23
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These frogs are proving much like the Americans. They don't stand a chance against us but somebody forgot to tell them. Maybe it was their tenacity or maybe it was the hope of my divison of Knights to be trained as Mounted Musketmen that caused a distraction, but our initial charge was thrown back.
To the left and right of me, I saw horse after horse go down. The damn frogs were going after our horses in the hopes of making us spearmen again to kill with their pikes. Their iron is strong and their stragety sound. Highly unexpected from a race such as the French. They caught us off guard and sent us off in retreat. However, our charge may not have broken the frogs at Rheims, but it did bend their Iron. They stood no chance against SMC Aggie's new plan of attack once he heard to their stragety. The city fell to the next two waves of attack.
SMC Aggie's pace for the war quickend so the French would remain off balance and be unable to react to our new tactics against their stragety. Lyons fell to us with nary a lost soul. So much for holding the high ground. Beascon and Amiens will fall soon and the discussion about what to do with Joan of Arc at that point will comence.
I hope that the French try to adapt to SMC new tactics. They will find they whatever they come up with will be useless against our new Mounted Musketeer units, or Cavelry as I have heard them called. It seems my time as First Knight is comming to a close. No longer will that title hold anymore than honor.
Press forward troops! For the Glory of the Banana and of the Empire!
With Honor,
Prince Donegeal of Piña Colada, First Knight of Apolytonia
Last edited by Donegeal on 30-10-2002 at 14:33
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Robber Baron
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Commonwealth of Commonsense
Jun 2002 time: 00:23
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This one's for donegeal:
Once their horses had been unsaddled and fed, the men gathered around campfires in the hills outside the beseiged city. Mountains loomed above them. It was rugged terrain, hardly fit for riding, and a grim backdrop for Apolyton's latest round of war. But the men were battlehardened. The city was already broken -- they sensed it. A few French swordsmen waited to meet them tomorrow, most of them mere boys and old graybeards. CIV-ilians were fleeing the city, refugees melting into the mountains.
After eating, the men cleaned their firearms, the new weapons that had made them devastating in war, the terror of the French. The experts among them, those who had most quickly learned the difficult skill of shooting from horseback, swaggered among the campfires, comparing stories, boasting of their kills.
Still, a respectful silence spread when the knights made their way to the fires. They were older, truly skilled -- figures of mystery and honor. Tomorrow, when the army marshaled before the city for the final charge, these men would be given first place among the ranks.
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Cidifer
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Cavalry is also used for helocopters if I'm not mistaken.
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