Napoleonic Wargame Club (NWC)

Sir Muddy and his fellow Allied officers and friends were still celebrating in the Tavern when a courier arrived from Austria. Sir Muddy set down his mug and accepted the dispatch. As he read the message, a broad smile appeared on his face. Raising his glass in the air, he proclaimed to the crowd, "Friends, Friends, this indeed is an occassion to celebrate. I have just received word that my fearless opponent, Marechal Rich Hamilton, has abandoned his attempt to reclaim his baton and has conceded in our fight near Eckmuhl (Hunting Davout). That would be TWO Marechals in one week! [:0] Helga, get another keg of ale and let the real celebration commence!" [:D]

The crowd of Allied officers erupted into near pandemonium. Ale flowed freely and the kitchen was working overtime to feed the celebration. The news of their second defeat left the French officers in a somewhat somber mood,[:(] but they did not leave the party, not when Sir Muddy was flipping the bill for the bar and kitchen. [:p]

FM Sir 'Muddy' Jones, KG
2nd Life Guards, Household Cavalry

P.S. My friends, I hope I don't come across as arrogant with these posts. I am only enjoying the role-playing and the hobby that I love. I thank all my opponents over the years for the hours and hours of fun that they have given me. Salute to All!

A rather haughty looking French Cavalry officer dressed in the uniform the 4th Chasseur a Cheval approached Sir Muddy’s table, he was young and had the swagger of over confidence. Colonel Knox like Marechal MacDonald was of Scots heritage he like the Marechal had shunned his bloodline for the pursuit of glory in the Emperors legions. Drawings his sword he tossed it on sir Muddy’s table knocking flying the numerous ales the British officers were downing. He then spoke with the hubris only a Frenchman could

‘put your hands on this Sir Muddy for if you have the courage for the fight it will be the last time you do, no allied officer has been able to take it from me in all my 11 fights and I dare you to try, I have 11 major victories from 11 outings including some esteemed officers, I am confident I can avenge our Marechal's defeats with ease…’

With that the arrogant young officer stood and glared at Sir Muddy, the other French officers in the tavern let out a cheer and everyone turned to Sir Muddy for his response. The famous allied officer was known for his taste for Marechal’s batons but would he clip the wings of this French officer with the undefeated record……


Colonel Colin Knox,
Baron de l'Empire
2e Regiment Gardes d'Honneur
La Jeune Garde
CO. 1er Brigade, III Division Cavalerie Legere, III Corps Armee du Nord
http://www.aspire.co.nz/colinknoxnwc.htm

Have they gone yet? Damned uncomfortable under this table...

Kolonel Sellick Davies,
III Bataillon Nassau-Usingen,
2nd Bde,

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<br />A rather haughty looking French Cavalry officer dressed in the uniform the 4th Chasseur a Cheval approached Sir Muddy’s table, he was young and had the swagger of over confidence. Colonel Knox like Marechal MacDonald was of Scots heritage he like the Marechal had shunned his bloodline for the pursuit of glory in the Emperors legions. Drawings his sword he tossed it on sir Muddy’s table knocking flying the numerous ales the British officers were downing. He then spoke with the hubris only a Frenchman could

‘put your hands on this Sir Muddy for if you have the courage for the fight it will be the last time you do, no allied officer has been able to take it from me in all my 11 fights and I dare you to try, I have 11 major victories from 11 outings including some esteemed officers, I am confident I can avenge our Marechal's defeats with ease…’

With that the arrogant young officer stood and glared at Sir Muddy, the other French officers in the tavern let out a cheer and everyone turned to Sir Muddy for his response. The famous allied officer was known for his taste for Marechal’s batons but would he clip the wings of this French officer with the undefeated record…… <hr height="1" noshade id="quote"></blockquote id="quote"></font id="quote">

As the ale spilled over the ends of the table, several Allied Officers jumped up and reached for their swords. Sir Muddy rose as quickly but only to stay his fellow officers. "Now gentlemen," he said, "let us not lose our heads." The good Colonel here has taken offense at our celebrations -- which are after all somewhat at the expense of his Emperor. His reaction is understandable and commended in some ways. But I also note that the young Colonel has had a few drinks and the liquor has probably clouded his judgment somewhat."

"My dear Colonel Knox, please return your sword to its proper place. We are gathered here in the Tavern to celebrate. We are not here to insult or seek a fight. There will be plenty of time for that. And considering the fact that your judgment may be impaired this evening, perhaps you might consider withdrawing your challenge -- with honor of course -- and think about it for a fortnight or more. Then, if you still desire to have your backside stomped by my horse, then send a courier to my HQ. Now is not the time or place."

"Oh, that reminds me; my horse has not been fed his snack of oats this evening and he does get onery if not pampered properly. Would you be so kind as to get the bucket of oats from Helga and take it to the stable boy out back?" I would be much obliged. And then, please sit down and enjoy the evening's festivities."

FM Sir 'Muddy' Jones, KG
2nd Life Guards, Household Cavalry

[:D][:D]

The French Colonel looked a little deflated and embarrassed at Sir Muddy’s words so he snatched his sword from the table top and snarled.

‘Sir Muddy when we fight I shall have your horse. As for feeding him I will leave him to swallow your misplaced pride as sustenance when my forces defeat you in the field of battle, my adjutant will visit your HQ in a 2 weeks time with our challenge’

The Colonel then seemed to cool a little realising his bravado and the wine he had drunk may have got the better of him

‘However sir you are a famous officer and spoiling your celebrations I do not care for, so allow me to replace the drinks that were spilt’

With that the officer signaled Helga with an arrogant wave of his hand, then he swung sir Muddy a salute and spun around and returned to the table of the nearby French officers. Where he was greeted with puffed up cheers and slaps on his back.


Colonel Colin Knox,
Baron de l'Empire
2e Regiment Gardes d'Honneur
La Jeune Garde
CO. 1er Brigade, III Division Cavalerie Legere, III Corps Armee du Nord
http://www.aspire.co.nz/colinknoxnwc.htm

NO! Say it aint so Rich! Not another baton for the Mud-ster.

Bill Peters
Armee du Rhin - V Corps, Cavalerie du V Corps, 20ème légère Brigade de Cavalerie, 13ème Hussar Regiment
HPS Napoleonic Scenario Designer (Eckmuhl, Wagram, Jena-Auerstaedt and ... more to come)

[url="http://www.fireandmelee.net"]Fire and Melee Wargame site[/url]

Alas it is so, but I put up a much better fight in this battle than our last...if I wouldn't have handled my cavalry so poorly I would have probably held him to a draw - which is no small feat when playing Ken. As it was I had to settle for a minor loss.

One day I'll get it back. [:D]

Maréchal Hamilton,
Duc de Barbancon
21st Division
VII Corps, ADR

1er Regiment Garde
Fusiler-Grenadiers

Sir Muddy,

I raise my glass, er glasses, well actually two glasses and a beer stein, in a toast to your accomplishments.

Somehow a song lyric comes to mind when reviewing your victories over the pride of the Corsican's army.

<i>So move it on over, rock it on over,
move over little dog, the mean old dog is movin' in</i>



One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer,

Brigadier General Jon Graswich
<font color="red">Commander Anglo-Allied Cavalry Corps
Anglo-Allied Army / KMA Webmaster</font id="red">



<font color="blue">Royal Horse Guards (The Blues)
<i>Honi soit qui mal y pense</i></font id="blue">

A grizzled <i>vieux mustache</i> looks up from his corner table, considers the frenzied cavorting of the Allied rabble 'round His Muddiness and beckons Helga over. After a brief conversation, Helga runs down to the cellar and quickly returns bearing a small keg of <i>amontillado</i> which she delivers to Sir Muddy's table, along with the following message: "Mssr. <i>Le Maréchal</i> wishes to congratulate you on your gallant victories over such worthy opponents and would like to present you with this small token of his esteem for your prowess. He wonders, however, if perhaps you would be so kind as to return these last two batons in exchange for the numerous swords he has collected from you."[;)]

Regards,

Paco

<i>Maréchal</i> M. Francisco Palomo
<i>Prince d'Essling, Grande Duc d'Abrantes et
Comte de Marseille
Commandant - Ecole Militaire
Commandant - Division de Cavalerie de la Vieille Garde </i>

As I lifted my poor drunken head from my own disgust I looked around me at this assortment of malediction and blasphemy, the swearing and the profane abuse of my sires name and the worthy homme that had carried his eagles to the far condors of the Empire are once again up held by none other then the braves of the brave one whom fears neither man nor God! I can stand once again and raise my fable sword towards him! Bravo, Bravo ma Mon ami tu ju!

Col de Art 6/3 II Corps AN Marbot CS

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<br />"Mssr. <i>Le Maréchal</i> wishes to congratulate you on your gallant victories over such worthy opponents and would like to present you with this small token of his esteem for your prowess. He wonders, however, if perhaps you would be so kind as to return these last two batons in exchange for the numerous swords he has collected from you."[;)]

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Ah, Marechal Paco. Alas, it is too late. Marechal Hamilton lost his baton and failed to retake it. It is now a permanent fixture in my sporting room. Marechal Mitchell has already asked for (and been granted) another contest to try to reclaim what he lost.

Perhaps soon I will take those swords back for myself. Until then, thank you for the drink.

FM Sir 'Muddy' Jones, KG
2nd Life Guards, Household Cavalry

I can not hold back my sword or my mouth (pen) for these Brit beat us like we were in Spain with there short fast games. One by one we hear of our Marshals and Guardsman falling to the weight of the English tough wagging and puff up gamesmanship. How many times the Emperor has told us are you afraid because he beat you! Alone and with out his aid! How many of these win and trophies are long fought campaigns. Where as the Guard of Old only went in when the battle was in doubt! Pardon ma if I sound abrasive but it worth knowing that these Garcons of Glory have fell on long and hard campaigns an not to some book worm or shop keepers quick game. The Guard is beat but never defeated! I now lay ma drunken and beaten head once again in my own filth. Pardon ma for a fool most sometimes speak also. Col Marbot 6/3 Cheval de Art II Corps VI div

Col de Art 6/3 II Corps AN Marbot CS

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<br />I can not hold back my sword or my mouth (pen) for these Brit beat us like we were in Spain with there short fast games. One by one we hear of our Marshals and Guardsman falling to the weight of the English tough wagging and puff up gamesmanship. How many times the Emperor has told us are you afraid because he beat you! Alone and with out his aid! How many of these win and trophies are long fought campaigns. Where as the Guard of Old only went in when the battle was in doubt! Pardon ma if I sound abrasive but it worth knowing that these Garcons of Glory have fell on long and hard campaigns an not to some book worm or shop keepers quick game. The Guard is beat but never defeated! I now lay ma drunken and beaten head once again in my own filth. Pardon ma for a fool most sometimes speak also.
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Fear not, Col Marbot, I prefer to play lengthy single battles or campaigns. M. Mitchell capitulated after more than 100 turns in HPS Waterloo; M. Hamilton nearly went the distance in HPS Eckmuhl (Hunting for Davout); M. Beacham and I battled long and hard in HPS NIR. All of my opponents were given the honor of choosing the field of battle. You will just have to continue beating your head on the bar... he he. [;)]

FM Sir 'Muddy' Jones, KG
2nd Life Guards, Household Cavalry

I rose up my drunken head once more to breathe in the smell of stale German beer cheap and heavy is that smell. When to my surprise that fat red coated General once more spoke of the demise of the brave! What no cheering from the turncoats of Holland and the rabble of Flanders! What no Cossack watering his ponies and the lovely Seine River or the sound of Prussian cannons in Meaux! Do I hear right, he speaks like a gentleman much like that Brit Russian commander that has beaten ma many times: that I do admire for his skills and his conduct.

Col de Art 6/3 II Corps AN Marbot CS

A more honourable and talented officer you shall not find amongst the Allied rabble. In the end it may take a midnight visit to Sir Muddy's mantle to get my Baton back.

For now, I shall take comfort in the abilities of Marechal's Lefebvre, Davout and Oudinot as we aspire to liberate Bavaria from the Hapsburg hoards.

Perhaps, if Marechal Palomo has room at his table, he could regale me in these tales of Sir Muddy's swords ! Helga ! open one of my bottles of Le Courvoisier, if you please !

En Avant !! En Avant !!
Vive L'Empereur !! Vive L'Empereur

Maréchal John Mitchell
Grande Duc de Rivoli et Comte de Bordeaux
Commandant Division Infanterie; La Veille Garde
105e Regiment d' Infantrie Ligne,
2e Brigade, 1er Division Infanterie,
I Corp, AdN