Revolting Peasants

Disaster has struck. The royal army is streaming back towards our capital. Word is spreading of a great defeat, which was only stopped from turning into a rout by the valiant delaying action of our Cossack hordes.

A punitive expedition, led by the king's uncle, Von Gapinderlinz, was dispatched to help quell the rebellion in Dreicoleur (and perhaps permanently place some land under Krussian protection while he was there). Unfortunately, he arrived only after the old order had fallen and had to face the brunt of the revolutionary armies himself.

Details of the defeat are scant. Few could be extracted from the old goat before he was hung by his scrotum over the city gates. The cur had the gall to return without victory or even a flesh wound.

Worse news follows. The rebels, spurred on by their victory are approaching the borders of Krussia. They claim they wish to export the revolution. We know that all they shall be exporting are fleas and lice.

Another uncle of the king has been given the opportunity to shine, or to join his brother on the gates. He is rallying the Royal army. Having broken the existing units of grenadiers to fill in the gaps in the musketeers lines, he has incorporated the Life Guard to take their place. These fearless troops are sure to stand better in the face of fire.

the end of an era

The nation of Krussia, once a sleepy idyllic place, is undergoing a transformation. It's citizens are learning drill, it's leaders tactics and strategy, its womenfolk, the thrill of a man in uniform. No more do its foundries produce bells and farm implements, but now they spew forth cannons and muskets. Bayonets too, as word has it that their foes are none too fond of the pointy end.

What event has wrought such events? What could motivate this peaceful land of farmers, clerks and pimps to embrace the gods of war? Only one land could have such and effect: Lichtengrein!

The comptroller general has decreed that Prince Rupert's vile nation, once a trading partner, has committed the deed of 'fashion crimes against humanity'. Cladding their armies in blue and yellow of the most vile shades, these people's are guilty of the basest betrayal(of aesthetics).

Mention too has been made of their allies Nordmark. None know what hideous shades these base criminals utilise, but that they have associated with Lichtengrein is crime enough.

Word has come also of a Bandit King Zels of Dreicolour. He has thrown over his lands' righteous rulers with his revolutionary armies of illiterate peasants, and now threatens his neighbors. He shall learn soon enough not to question the natural order of things...

For the moment the armies of Krussia train. Armed and clad in the surplus Russian equipment. No longer needed now that it has withdrawn from the Austro-Prussian conflict. Soon its armies will gain some real experience...

Welcome to Krussia.

Welcome to Krussia. We have new heraldry. A special prize to anyone who can correctly describe it. (eg. lion rampant above a silver chevron.)