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Just as the Generalfeldmarschall was finishing singing the 17th round of his favorite military ballad about Hohenfriedberg, when he was apparently tripped by Helga's house cat and fell to the table hitting his head on a bowl of his favorite mustard!

He looked up just as he was slapped across the face by a pair of white gloves and heard some words mumbled to him about paying for his many drinks. He knew those gloves, they had the smell of surrender all over them, not the French kind, but an alpine kind. When his eyes came clear, he saw him....

"Oh! Zmy auld friend!" He said with a shitty grin. "Vhere have you been? How's ze Tinker Toy Brigade! Your uniform is very, very white! Fresh from being ze prisoner of the Ol' Boney I see!" As he tried to say a few more lines his Austrian friend walked away and threw a silver Thaler on Helga's bar.

The Generalfeldmarschall shouted to his old friend, who was almost out the door, "You remember vhen I took your Thaler's vith your plump Queen on zem after you surrendered your regiment to me at Leuthen before ze battle even began?" As the held up the Thaler and smiled, he saw his old Austrian friend stop for a second, shoulders tensed as a small grumble could be heard and then the great Austrian leader slammed the tavern door shut in one fail swoop.

A moment later the Generalfeldmarschall could hear some verbose swearing and the neigh of Sir Muddy's horse. "Oh I zee he ran into Sir Muddy!" he thought to himself, as he took the Thaler and slinked out the window while singing about Hohenfriedberg again, just as Sir Muddy came into the bar screaming about Hedonators and Maréchal Bardon.

Hurrah! Great to see you again Gary!

(Let the fun begin!) :frenchlol:

Author:	Gary McClellan [ Mon Aug 20, 2018 10:21 am ]
Post subject:	The Windbagfuhrer
The decrepit Austrian Feldmarshall walked into Helga's fine establishment, wondering if today would be the day. Actually, he wasn't wondering at all. The loud, raucous noise made it clear that his target was indeed within the confines of the Tavern, as usual. He certainly wasn't hard to find. A rather pathetic figure in an unkempt Prussian uniform dancing upon one of the tables, while drunkenly belting some bawdy ballad about Blucher's Breeches. "There he is," thought the ancient Feldmarshcall. "The Kartoffelsalatritter, Baron von Weisswurst...." The Marshal snuck up to the table. Actually, he didn't need to sneak at all. Der Alte Wind wasn't noticing anything other than his stein. He certainly wasn't noticing his inability to carry a tune. With a deftness shocking for one in his wizened condition, the Feldmarshall caught the Prussian's ankle in the hook of his cane and yanked. The Prussian fell down to the table with a loud thud, his head landing in a bowl of mustard. The Feldmarshall looked at him with disdain, and pulled a pair of white gloves out of his jacket. Stepping forward, he slapped the Prussian in the face, and said "The time has come for you to pay for your many words over the years." He left the yellow-stained gloves on the chest of the fallen Prussian and walked over to the bar. He left a silver Thaler with the face of the beloved Empress of his youth to pay Helga for whatever damage he'd caused and left.

Author:	Christian Hecht [ Mon Aug 20, 2018 1:49 pm ]
Post subject:	Re: The Windbagfuhrer
Gary McClellan wrote: "There he is," thought the ancient Feldmarshcall. "The Kartoffelsalatritter, Baron von Weisswurst...."

Author:	Richard Hamilton [ Thu Aug 23, 2018 11:10 am ]
Post subject:	Re: The Windbagfuhrer

Author:	SLudwig [ Thu Sep 06, 2018 7:14 am ]
Post subject:	Re: The Windbagfuhrer
Just as the Generalfeldmarschall was finishing singing the 17th round of his favorite military ballad about Hohenfriedberg, when he was apparently tripped by Helga's house cat and fell to the table hitting his head on a bowl of his favorite mustard! He looked up just as he was slapped across the face by a pair of white gloves and heard some words mumbled to him about paying for his many drinks. He knew those gloves, they had the smell of surrender all over them, not the French kind, but an alpine kind. When his eyes came clear, he saw him.... "Oh! Zmy auld friend!" He said with a shitty grin. "Vhere have you been? How's ze Tinker Toy Brigade! Your uniform is very, very white! Fresh from being ze prisoner of the Ol' Boney I see!" As he tried to say a few more lines his Austrian friend walked away and threw a silver Thaler on Helga's bar. The Generalfeldmarschall shouted to his old friend, who was almost out the door, "You remember vhen I took your Thaler's vith your plump Queen on zem after you surrendered your regiment to me at Leuthen before ze battle even began?" As the held up the Thaler and smiled, he saw his old Austrian friend stop for a second, shoulders tensed as a small grumble could be heard and then the great Austrian leader slammed the tavern door shut in one fail swoop. A moment later the Generalfeldmarschall could hear some verbose swearing and the neigh of Sir Muddy's horse. "Oh I zee he ran into Sir Muddy!" he thought to himself, as he took the Thaler and slinked out the window while singing about Hohenfriedberg again, just as Sir Muddy came into the bar screaming about Hedonators and Maréchal Bardon. Hurrah! Great to see you again Gary! (Let the fun begin!)

Author:	Sir Muddy [ Thu Sep 06, 2018 5:01 pm ]
Post subject:	Re: The Windbagfuhrer
Sir Muddy was just approaching the Tavern when he was was roughly brushed aside by an Austrian FM who was hastily exiting the Rhine. As he turned to identify his abuser, he was surprised by a high ranking Prussian who was climbing out the front window singing incoherently some Prussian gibberish. The tune did sound vaguely familiar but before he could remember the name of the tune, his thoughts were interrupted by a commotion behind him. Sir Muddy turned just quickly enough to see his horse deliver a well aimed kick to the Austrian FM that sent him to the ground with a decisive thunk. Sir Muddy looked sternly at his horse and was about to chastise him when Helga emerged from the Tavern with a bucket of the best English ale. Muddy thanked the Tavern maid and handed her a small pouch of the King’s gold; “let the ale flow until that gold runs out” he instructed her. The English FM turned and entered the Tavern.

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Author:	SLudwig [ Fri Sep 07, 2018 9:29 am ]
Post subject:	Re: The Windbagfuhrer
Good to see Sir Muddy adding his (and his horses) perspective!

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