Doctrinal revisionism

After much argument, discussion, consideration and meditation*, the noble Elector of Kruppfalz has issued a revised doctrine for his combined grenadier battalions.

While the practice of combining companies of stouthearted grenadiers into independant battalions is to continue on an ad-hoc basis, those officers who can be periodically expected to command such battalions shall be promoted to a new rank, Oberstleutnant, and shall be entitled to a permanent Fahntraeger, with their own personal standard to be displayed when in such command, in order to provide a rally point for their grenadiers and to encourage esprit de corps.

In a celebratory march, the newly minted Oberstleutnants displayed their new Fahnen -  visible nearest are the Wuppertal grenadiers, the Krup grenadiers, the Altenburg grenadiers, while leading the second column are the Alt-Knyphausen grenadiers, the Jung-Knyphausen grenadiers, and the Fahrenheit grenadiers.

A better view of the new flags:

The following day, the Graf von Krup issued a personal apology to the denizens of the Neumarkt suburb, and a solemn promise to rebuild the town hall, the church, the market, and recompense the proprietors of the Duck and Bill, and the Red Flag, for their losses. Rumours that Captain von Schloss has promised to marry the elder daughter of the proprietor of the Red Flag have been dismissed as "baseless, and besides he was drunk at the time"



* Not to mention losing 3 straight hands at the whist table to the Margrave of Wuppertal aka Minuet Moritz the Dance-master (to his friends).

Re-vision

Well in accordance with my esteemed peers* I have revised the header for my blog, to show my own version of the Erprinz regiment - in this case the Krup Erprinz Regiment, the Pfalzen Alt-Grenderie, with the Garde zu Fuss lurking menacingly in the background**

It did make me wonder, does everyone on this blog have a representation of this regiment? I guess to look at Charge! is to lust after them (in a plumbous sense).


*specifically Grand Duke Irwin-Amadeus II, Tyrant of Stollen;  Graf Ludwig von Altstein; and the King of Wittenberg, not to mention the estimable ruler of Saxe-Bearstein.

*Lurking with menaces being their speciality, particularly where local shopkeepers are concerned.

Torn from the Headlines (1)

Well sadly the wargaming table has been subject to a preemptive strike for the last month, and we have been unable to evict the occupying forces (my wife's dressmaking & tailoring, in this case), but campaign activities have progressed somewhat:

In the southeast, the forces Kruppfalz have riposted against Skyrian aggression (rather a pre-emptive riposte, as the Pfalzritter Allgemeine Zeitung reports it). The Skyrians however have rather trapped the intrepid Prinz Heinrich against the banks of the Moldau, and General Kirchwasser is reported to have hosted a magnificent banquet in anticipation of crushing the impudent Electoral forces at Sadbach.

Prince Heinrich was unavailable for comment, but while being refused, the intrepid PAZ reporter did notice a large case of genever being delivered to his tent.

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Far to the west, L'Observateur the bold Marquis de Rohan and his stout Arvergnian troops have joined hands with General Clinton's Colonian forces, and drunk the Moselle thrust their way across the Moselle into the Duchy of Pfalz-Sonderheim, pressing the Butcher of Bakersfields' Icenian forces, and their Teuton allies, back against the defences around the capital, Kleinschweinestallstadt.

Duke Hedwig (the soi-disant Butcher) in return gave a brief interview with Der Spiegel asserting that his position at Goedelesherbach was impervious to any attempt by the Transoceanic Alliance to turn him out of it. After brushing off his newest turquoise demi-jacket, he delivered a mercifully-brief bombastic speech asserting his expected extermination of any such attempt, in his customary quavering contralto, and promised rivers of blood.

So, two battles poised for resolution, and nowhere to play, alas.