The war between the Elector of Ardoberg-Holstein and his unruly neighbor King Louis Phillipe of San Maurice is well underway. The Electoral Army has crossed the border and captured the town of Cezanne. The Elector's bluecoats are stalwart in battle but untutored in the ways of the pleasure loving San Mauricians. After setting up camp, the rural bumpkins that make up the rank and file of the Electors army fanned out across Cezanne like so many tourists. Before midnight they had been shorn of their wages by the wily citizens of the town. Here we see an innocent soldier beguiled by a mysterious lady in one of the towns many taverns, while her accomplice waits in the background to play the role of enraged boyfriend.
nicely done, sir.
ReplyDelete-- Jeff
A lovely vignette and a 'full of character' anecdote!
ReplyDeleteSome form of -almost- bloodless guerilla... Hostile soldiery can be stunned with wine more easily than with a club, and without less of anger and retaliation...
The ranking chaplain of the invading army is preparing a hygeine pamphlet for the troops titled "How will we keep 'em down on the farm now that they've seen Cezanne?".
ReplyDeleteThe building is mine but the tables and tableware were made and the figures painted by Mike Covell, he who styles himself king of San Maurice. This is part of a larger tavern and Mike did the entire interior. I'm still going to invade him, though.