The Eastern Frontier

The Royal army approaches our eastern frontier. Our trusty scouts have penetrated deep into Couchaffe and have tracked their army approaching.

Mixed reports are returning of its composition. One spy reported that it was composed of vast amounts of artillery, but he has since been revealed as a Dreikoller spy and dealt with. The balance of the other reports suggest a well mounted army. This would explain why our cossacks have been unable to find out many details. We will find out soon enough.

The King is not revealing the reasons for these border tensions, but has quashed reports that he is seeking battle meerly to get a measure of his rivals...

Little is known of our eastern neighbours, except for some of their official propaganda extolling their fondness for cheese and comfortable saddles. It is said that their king is a man of intellect who is immersing himself in this new fashion of learning and knowledge. If he truely is a man of reason, he will see the wisdom in offering no resistence to our forces.

Meanwhile, news has reached the court of a large clash in the unfortunate country of Lichtengrein. After being stopped by our Glorious army, the rebels decided that those colourful lands would be easier prey. Unusually for the rebels, they were right! Despite the protestations of fair prince Rupert, they paid scant regard to the rules of civilised warfare and soundly trounced his army. The fair prince has by all reports been badly shaken by the experience and is said to have petitioned the mighty emperor Sam for aid and clarification. He has also dispatched couriers to all the courts in the land with a view to agreeing a new treaty. It remains to be seen whether this Maroubra Convention will have any effect, and whether it will be respected by what pass for rulers in these parts, is anyone's guess.