Yes that is true General Moss. However I will remind you it is well known all French men are more skillfull than other nations with their Baton and 2 baubles
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| Author: | John Corbin [ Thu Jan 20, 2011 11:27 am ] |
| Post subject: | A Marechals baton |
The evening is clear but cold as a horse pulls up to the stables outside the tavern. He hands the boy a few coins and asks that his horse be quartered and fed. Laughter is heard from within the tavern. No doubt the allied officers are drunk again and dancing on the tables. Silly buggers, he thinks, they cannot hold their ale. Just as Major Jones finishes his speech, the Marechal walks in and orders a drink from the tavern keeper He looks around, the French occupy the tables nearest the fire. He recalls the many faces now long gone from the tavern. Eugene and Barrett, what scamps. His smile is short lived as he recalls the meeting he just had with the Emperor. The Emperor has expressed concerns about all the Batons he has "misplaced". The Marechal assured the Emperor that corrective measures were in hand. He walks over to Major Jones's table, a hush falls over the Tavern. Fireworks are expected..... "Well, well. Trying to dazzle the ladies with your fighting abilities are we?" as he glances at the Prussians. He removes a gauntlet, and places it on the table. "I believe you have something of mine and I want it back!!!" |
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| Author: | Andy Moss [ Thu Jan 20, 2011 4:59 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: A Marechals baton |
Big batons and baubles do not maketh the man. One has only to glance at the Top 10 players to realize that. Ah but I do miss Barrett I admit. He got married and a week later.....gone forever. |
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| Author: | Colin Knox [ Thu Jan 20, 2011 6:19 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: A Marechals baton |
Yes that is true General Moss. However I will remind you it is well known all French men are more skillfull than other nations with their Baton and 2 baubles
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| Author: | Bill Peters [ Thu Jan 20, 2011 7:44 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: A Marechals baton |
Well Herr Jones, are you going to pick it up or just let it lie there?  Frenchies. Will they never learn? |
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| Author: | MCJones1810 [ Thu Jan 20, 2011 11:46 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: A Marechals baton |
Although apparently lost in thoughtful reverie, the observant Hanoverian Major senses the purposeful approach of the French Marechal Corbin. After all, survival, when operating in open order, requires an acute sense of one’s surrounding. Enemy cavalry is always lurking just out of sight, waiting for the opportunity to ride under any unsuspecting Jager infantryman that they can catch unawares. As the Marechal begins to speak, the Major raises his eyes from his most recent victory to meet the gaze of this most determined, and respected, French soldier. “What, this?” the Major says as he nods to the object he holds in his hand. “I am not sure that it is fit to have at the moment. I fear that I have temporarily soiled this item, although that can be easily rectified.” The Major steps to a nearby table occupied by a fully inebriated Frenchman. Taking the Frenchman by the sleeve, the Major cleans the visceral goo of the newly departed insect from the good Marechal’s baton. “There now, much better!” While the deprecating action goes totally unnoticed by the affected Frenchman, it is not at all lost on his superior officer. Marechal Corbin’s eyes widen in temporary disbelief at the actions of this brash Hanoverian, before transfixing the impudent Major with a steady, baleful gaze. “I find myself currently under orders from Lt. Generaal Bijl to engage one of your good Colonels in mirrored battles upon the field of Austerlitz”, continues the Major. “My honor requires that I grant your Colonel one more week before claiming a victory upon both fields. Should he fail to respond to the Order of Recall, I will be free to take on a new engagement. I do understand your desire to reclaim this item, for I am sure that it was knocked from your grasp by the panicked Lt. Iniesta as he fled the field in abject terror at the thought of facing the forces arrayed against him by Generaal Moss and me. It was an unfortunate turn of events, from your perspective, to be sure. As I greatly respect your esteemed rank, I accept your challenge to meet on a mutually agreed field once I have carried out my current orders. In the meantime, I will promise to refrain from using your exquisite Blue Masher to dispatch errant insects lest I inadvertently scratch its intricately wrought surface.” The Marechal carefully eyes his misplaced baton as the Major deftly replaces it in his belt from which it was earlier withdrawn. “Now to the details of our encounter, or more specifically, the trophies we each hope to obtain. Since the Blue Masher is the object of your fervent desire, it will of course be relinquished back to your possession should you be victorious on the field. You must realize that I do this at great peril to my future career as the disposition of this item is not really mine to make. It is actually a trophy to be claimed by Generaal Moss as he was the ranking officer in our engagement and I have already claimed the good Lieutenant’s sword. There is a reasonable chance that I could be peeling potatoes for the Anglo-Allied Army for all eternity should I lose in our upcoming conflict. It is a risk that I am willing to take for the sake of both of our honors. Generaal Moss has always encouraged initiative so I would hope that he would be understanding in this matter. Feeling that it is not entirely fair to only risk that which is not inherently mine, I will additionally place my sword upon the altar of battle as well. Since it has never been touched by French hands in over ten engagements, I will leave it to you and the assassin Knox to argue over who shall claim it first.” “As I have placed two items in the balance, I would expect that you do the same. Should I somehow miraculously emerge victorious from our fray, I request that you provide me with another Blue Masher identical to this one. As is my habit, so long as you do not fling it at me while fleeing from the field, I will not accept your sword as a trophy of battle. Every sword that has honorably been offered to me to date has been returned to the vanquished officer. I only retain the weapons of those that flee the conflict without an honorable surrender. After all, we are all fellow warriors, and a true warrior will always need his sword for the next battle. The second item I would request in lieu of your weapon would be a large bottle of boot polish to replace the one that Oberst Peters has lost this day.” “If these terms of victory are acceptable to you, then we shall have a fine battle to come” says the Major as he steps back to the table and picks up the glove laid upon it by the redoubtable French Marechal. “One last thing”, he says as he holds the glove up for the Marechal to reclaim, “you will need this I think. It would not do for a French Marechal to get a blister.” |
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| Author: | John Corbin [ Fri Jan 21, 2011 7:40 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: A Marechals baton |
"A fortnight? I had heard stories that you shopkeepers were eager for battle. Perhaps they were just stories then." The Marechale waves a hand at Jones and says. "2 weeks then. Make sure you are there. I would hate to have to come get you from what ever bedchamber you are cowering in." "Did I see that Bardon fellow about? Perhaps I could entice him to drink with me at my table by the fire?" |
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| Author: | Jeff Bardon [ Fri Jan 21, 2011 8:58 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: A Marechals baton |
Marechal Corbin, Always a pleasure. I would be glad to join you. Now, what shall we talk about? The fellow you are planning to relieve of his sword seems a mostly aggreeable sort, if it weren't for an unfortunate propensity to try and shoot at our brave soldats. Good heavens. What is that in his hand? Yours? Goodness. It is said that there is one in every knapsack, but honestly, sir, you should not leave your baggage unattended. Cheers! |
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| Author: | MCJones1810 [ Sat Jan 22, 2011 1:55 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: A Marechals baton |
The Hanoverian Major stands in silence as the good French Marechal gets the last word and turns away from the table. Although in a different army, the Marechal does outrank him, and senior officers should always be entitled to have the last say. Satisfied that the confrontation is at an end, he turns back to the Prussian officers Ludwig and Peters. “Well, that was entertaining at least. There are many types of traps gentlemen, some more obvious than others.” Glancing toward the table where Marechal’s Corbin and Bardon are seated, “It seems that I may have managed to snare a French Marechal in mine. Of course, the key to any trap is having the proper bait” he says as he pats the Marechal’s Baton which remains securely tucked in his belt. “You see my good friends, there actually was a second inscription near the end that I failed to mention. It was written in French and therefore much easier to decipher than the other Latin text. It reads, Dearest John C - Hugs and Kisses -Nappy. I suspected that the good Marechal might actually want it back.” The Major picks up his glass from the table and downs the shot of Jagermeister contained therein. {Damn that burns! he thinks.} Recovering from the momentary pain, he turns to General Ludwig. “You really should consider giving me a medal you know. After all, I just saved your life” he says while gesturing toward the dead cockroach with his shotglass. “That bug was venomous I tell you.” He breaks into a broad grin. “Deadly venomous to be sure. Well, gentlemen, I certainly do hate to leave such good company, but I must continue my search for the French Colonel Russo so that I may conclude our current engagement and fulfill my orders from Lt. Generaal Bijl. I have two weeks it would seem, and I certainly would not want to be late for my party with Marechal Corbin. As upset as Generaal Moss would be with me for losing his prize in battle, he would be infinitely more upset if I fled the fight altogether. I am certain this holds true for Lt. Generaal Bijl as well. I doubt that he promoted me to the command of my brigade because I was timid.” As Major Jones heads toward the tavern door, he notices that most of the French officers seem to be congregated at the tables nearest the fire. {Odd, he thinks to himself, how will these pampered Frenchmen become properly acclimated to the cold if they persist in these actions? God help them if they ever invade Russia!”} |
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| Author: | SLudwig [ Wed Jan 26, 2011 8:44 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: A Marechals baton |
Kronprinz Ludwig looks over at Major Jones, "I do think I actually owe you a medal or two, but not for killing that bug." The Kronprinz looks over at the Frenchies by the fire, "See that Major, a tic on a ol' hound dog has more purpose! Those Frogs just don't like getting wet." "Another Jager Major?" The Major holds his mouth, as his cheeks puff.... "Ah you'll get used to it!" |
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