Napoleonic Wargame Club (NWC)

It has grown late in the meuse tavern at the French end the celebrations remained cultured and mature albeit a little nosier than the norm

Marechal Knox surveyed the scene. One hand on his sword the other grasping his newly minted Marechal's baton.

Towards the allied end the Hanoverian table seemed to have a lot of diced up carrot on it. From where the Marechal did not know. The various members of this group were sprawled about, this way and that, the 3 bottles of Jager all drained.
The brigand Jones was asleep his head on the table. The Rat had also taken far too much Jager and the paint from his numerous drawings was spread across his uniform and face. This did not stop hm slurring some joke to the rest of his group. Der Wurger's songs had by now even managed to amuse the Prussians.

The British table was still rowdy with warm ale flowing. Muddy was regaling the rather poorly dressed British with tales of his victories and some disgusting joke about his horse that drew much laughter but was not audible to the Marechal.

In the darker brooding Prussian corner all was quiet as the formidable Prussians supped their steins with their usual sour looks. Except one mad gentleman whose eyes danced as he tried to get some life from his dark table, he wore all sorts of baubles of former rank on this uniform. "Ahh Ludwig mad as ever" the Marechal mused.

The Russian table was sadly empty.

Back at the French table the French officers all beautifully kept seemed excited. Shortly the main door sprung open and Pierre's entered bringing with him a bevy of beautiful maidens. These beauties cast their eyes to allied end of the tavern and turned up their noses at the poorly dressed Britz, the drunken Hanoverians and Dark uniforms of the Prussians.
Soon each one picked out one of the handsome French officers.

It then became clear to the Rat, as he lay under his table that he was right. They may all be Peacocks, but it would seem such fellows get the birds.

He then realised all French officers do indeed carry a large attractive baton, but it's clearly in their pants and not their backpacks.

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Marechal Knox

Prince d'Austerlitz et Comte d'Argentan
Ordre national de la Légion d'honneur

"What is history but a fable agreed upon"

Reveling in their beautiful, female companions, the French Marechalate decided to retire to more comfortable surroundings where they could demonstrate their non-battlefield prowess. Leaving the ‘Coalition Rabble’ behind, they quietly departed the tavern.

Hearing the door close behind LGA’s vaunted entourage, the Commander of the Hanoverian Brigade sat upright in his chair. The remaining patrons were astonished to observe that his brief nap seemed to have completely cured him of the inebriation that had induced it. Adding to this oddity was the fact that ‘The Rat’ immediately stopped slurring his speech, picked himself up from the floor, and sat down in a chair next to his Commanding Officer. ‘Der Wurger’ was still humming a tune, all the while grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

“Well, gentlemen”, said the King’s Dragoon Guardsman, “do you think they bought it?”

“Ja, Herr General”, replied the green clad Commander of the Hanoverian Feld Jagers. “Dey haff bought it, hook, line, und sinker.”

“Were you able to get the right girls”, asked the Hanoverian Commander as he turned to the Captain known as ‘The Rat’.

“Yes, sir”, replied ‘The Rat’. “I personally selected each of them for their beauty and”, he said as his grin widened into a broad smile, “their other ‘special’ characteristics”.

“And you paid them in advance as we agreed”, asked the Hanoverian Commander.

“Of course, sir”, replied ‘The Rat’.

“Excellent”, said the Hanoverian Commander. “Now who ever said that French Marechals could not be surprised?”

“Like taking candy from a baby, sir”, replied ‘The Rat’ as he poured a fresh shot of Jager.


Meanwhile, the next morning…

Marechal Knox slowly wakened from his slumber, the memories of his wild sexual adventures the night before bringing a smile to his face. What a night, he thought, that woman had to be one of the best I have ever bedded.

Coming fully to his senses, he realized that he was alone, his female companion having departed as he slept. Ah, c'est la vie, he thought. He reached beneath the covers to idly scratch an itch, and realized that the itch was really becoming most profound. Glancing beneath the covers, he was surprised to see several small, white dots moving around his most prized possession. Upon closer examination of his genetalia, he came to recognize them with horror for what they truly were……Crabs.

Mark very good

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Marechal Knox

Prince d'Austerlitz et Comte d'Argentan
Ordre national de la Légion d'honneur

"What is history but a fable agreed upon"

Fortunately for Marechal Knox the said beasts were indeed French in origin each wearing a tiny bicorn.

On observing a Marechal of the empire they snapped to attention (which caused not a little discomfort).
Marechal Knox pointed the door and soon they were gone on their way to Hanover for a black ops operation.

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Marechal Knox

Prince d'Austerlitz et Comte d'Argentan
Ordre national de la Légion d'honneur

"What is history but a fable agreed upon"

As always, it is a privilege, sir!

Haha, indeed the Prussians are in the brooding corner these days....or what's left of us....

The Mad Prussian sat in the corner and watched all of the dancing and tom foolery going on, all while sipping his Weihenstephaner Bier. He recalled the old days in the Rhine Tavern, when there wasn't so many French and brightly colored peacocks and there weren't drunk Brits abound. He had called for a few Austrian friends to show up, but all he got in response was they had gone summer camping in the Alps.

Sadly, he called over a barmaid and ordered another bier. A round for my fellow Prussians, all five of us....oh and some wine for the French dogs! After all it was their day....

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Generalfeldmarschall Scott Kronprinz "Vorwärts" Ludwig von Preußen
Kommandeur des Königlich-Preußischen Armee-Korps
Chief of Staff (CoS) of the Allied Coalition
Allied Coalition Webmaster & Club Website Support

Apparently the Marechal's eyes had gone bad, along with his other parts.. What he thought were tiny French Bicorns were in relality tiny Scottish Bonnets. He soon realized his mistake as the swarming host about faced and returned smartly to their point of orgin. The sound of tiny bag pipes blaring was just barely audible above the sounds of the Marechal's vigorous scracthing.

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Field Marshal Sir Edward Blackburn, 1st Duke of Aberdeen K.G.
85th (Buck's Light Volunteers) Regiment of Foot
16th British Brigade
7th Division
III (Peninsular) Corps
2nd Battalion, Coldstream Regiment of Foot Guards

I DON'T PLAY WITH ROUT LIMITING OR NME OFF

I suppose it is all a matter of preference and perspective.

I must say that I much prefer the way this post ended, as opposed to how it started.

Suddenly there was a bump at the Hanoverian table and General Jones awoke from his slumber bits of his beef pie attached to his face. He was disappointed to realise the whole response to the French ladies, who were of course personally vetted by Pierre, was just a dream. Like most of the Allied attempts to undermine the glory of France it was indeed pure fantasy.

The party at the French end of the tavern went long into the night the ladies returning to their hostels alone. The French were gentlemen and no immediate gratification was sort. Unlike the attitudes of the rabble also known as the coalition.

Marechal Knox left the tavern and rode off into the night on his magnificient black charger. The same mount snarling at Muddy's horse as it passed.

Marechal Knox had to return to the desperate fight on the heights above Paris against the redoubtable General Fredel!
Where his freshly minted Baton was at risk.

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Marechal Knox

Prince d'Austerlitz et Comte d'Argentan
Ordre national de la Légion d'honneur

"What is history but a fable agreed upon"

As dawn slowly broke, he stood up and decided that it was time to head home!

As he left the tavern, mounting his steed, he turned and said to anybody who might be listening.......

"I'll be back!" and rode off into the sunrise....................

Yes I forgot to mention the things I took with me.

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Marechal Knox

Prince d'Austerlitz et Comte d'Argentan
Ordre national de la Légion d'honneur

"What is history but a fable agreed upon"