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Vlad Regular Grenadier
Vince Valentine Senior Grenadier (Leading)
T'was a warm summers eve as Vlad and I made our way to the docks of Britan. The breeze made the march along the road rater nice, and we expected little trouble.
Our mission, well, we had been commisioned to take safe delivery of a shipment of Tokunese silks. Specially selected for the Baron himself, this expensive silk would fetch a high price were it to be stolen and sold on.
As we reached the docks, all was quiet. We had arranged for the silks to be held in a pack horse, which was to be left just outside the boat.
After a quick scan of the docks area to make sure no undesiriables were lurking about, we located the horse.
Once checked and securely fastened, we began our march home, with Vlad holding the reigns tightly. After a good half hours marching, the quiet birdsong that had been the only sound was replaced by the sound of trees rustling.
That's when they revealed themselves....Loyalists!
We duly told them to sod off, but it seems they were not so easy to get rid of.....
After a few moments attempting to talk them down, they attacked, knocking me to the ground brutally! Vlad managed to dodge a heavy blow from one of them and took to the woods to compose himself. Heavily outnumbered and with no backup near, thing's didn't look good. After a brutal and bloody battle, they overcame him, but not before he'd given one of them a jolly good bashing! Rarr!
With us proud Grenadiers subdued, the loyalist bastards took their prize, the Barons silks.
It seems we were a little overconfident in our abilities, but next time we shal not be making the same mistake! Our cargo taken, we headed back to Cove, where our wounds were tended by the lovely Kelly.
Surely we grenadiers will not stand for this! Revenge shall be ours!
*Signed* Vince Valentine
Senior Grenadier
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