After nearly six years of hard campaigning in North America, I was called back to jolly olde Londontown for a few months of sherry sipping, snuff sniffing, and tending to Madam's garden. [:I] But missing the smell of blackpowder in the morning, (it smells like victory you know), I now return to continue the good fight and enforce English law and order in His Britannic Majesty's colonies once again.
I therefore challenge any and all nose-picking, flea-bitten savages; all raggedy, bucktooth, kissing cousin Colonials; and all hanky waving, grandmother's cheap perfume smelling French(wo)men to engage in honourable combat in any of the three theaters of war as described in this brotherhood's charter.
I prefer battlefields of medium size and am flexible concerning gentlemen's arrangements in codes of combat. I do request at least three orders issued per week and a commitment to finish each battle to a conclusion.
As an extra incentive for you native barbarians in particular, I can say that taking one of my wigs is worth at least 20 Colonial or French scalps. For you blue or white coated chaps, here's a chance to capture and exhibit, and for large sums of money by the way, "Bartholemew the 1st's Guard Dog". Neither event will actually take place, but I do toss my riding glove down for all ranks to pick up. Any takers gentlemen?
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