#7th cuirassier

[bantarleton]

Cavalry on cavalry action at the Battle of Waterloo: the British 23rd Light Dragoons charge against the French 7th Cuirassiers while the "Red Lancers" of the Imperial Guard attempt to regroup nearby.

(by Keith Rocco.)

[thehussargeneral]

Lasalle grins through his slightly watery eyes as he recognises Subervie.

Subervie! A coincidence indeed! Good to see you again, though it seems the afterlife has relegated you to the staff? Whatever, shit is weird here. Monsieur Bory, you are most welcome to... Investigate the trees or whatever, but I must warn you not to pass through the mist unaccompanied.

Now his expression turns serious again as that part of him that craves action becomes hopeful.

Now, serious shit.

I have never quite been able to count the number of men here, as each headcount and roster seems to fluctuate a little, as if some of them fade in and out of existence. However, I have approximately enough to reform some vestige of my 7th and 5th regiments of hussars. The men of the 10th who are here will have to fill those out, since there are not enough of them in isolation to create a third regiment and actually be able to call it one with any decency. A few cuirassiers have managed to find their way here, I am not entirely sure what to do with them, though it seems they have assigned themselves the task of protecting me without any input from anyone. It might be entertaining to have curved sabres found for them, though I am sure their generals would fucking kill me a second time if they saw it.

As for leaving... If there is a way in for you, then there must be a way out also. In experimenting with the mist, we have found that if sent with an order to proceed to a place, one is able to pass the mist into that place. This leads me to believe that I should be able to lead my men out of here if given a written order from a superior officer. Writing the order myself does not work, I have tried that. Just another fucking weird trip to Wagram and that fucking disembodied voice trying to talk to me. It even had the goddamn audacity to taunt me for trying!

We can mobilise at once, Du Prel tells me this camp is sentiently resistant to being struck, so it seems taking these tents down won't be necessary or even possible. Besides, we're fucking hussars, we don't need tents!

While moving the General's tents to a location further away from the horses, Du Prel and the soldiers assigned to the task had found tent stakes almost impossible to remove, and they seemed to almost actively resist being pulled up. Just this simple task had required a horse to be hitched up to each stake individually and sent off at speed to be accomplished.

Whether or not we will be forced to return to this place, I have not the slightest idea, seeing as we have not been able to leave for any considerable period yet. I would quite happily not return, but as we know sometimes what we want is not considered here.

So, gentlemen, the Brigade Infernale will live on!

ADC du Prel: The name might need some work, considering the circumstances...

I took a fortress with about this many men, you might remember, I can harass some fucking Void cunts with them!

Just as he was clearly on the verge of some sort of heroic rambling, Lasalle breaks into another sneezing fit. He excuses himself and steps outside briefly.

ADC du Prel: Cruel to do this to him, really. Shame on whoever or whatever thought of this.

Alright, maybe not at once. Perhaps I should wait for this bullshit to wear off first. Anyways, do you have any further questions for me? Otherwise, I have some for you.

General! lannes here! I’m sendin this urgent message courtesy of my adc accompanied by one of soults map guys

some shit’s coming over the horizon and we need to incorporate you real fuckin soon

you up for some scouting and harassing? We may have a literal army from hell along with the army from the void coming

The two adcs will brief you on whats goign on, sorry we can’t get you a proper report but shits heating up here!

— @armagnac-army

One ADC is dressed in the normal ADC uniform, and seems to be a chill looking hussar. The other is dressed in the yellow and blue of Soult’s staff, with curly hair, and he is intently staring at the trees.

The ADCs are welcomed by ADC du Prel, who leads them across the clearing to a tent oddly far away from the others. Should they ask why, they will be told about that magic force that has rendered the General temporarily allergic to horses. The General greets them warmly, offers them a drink, clears the empty bottles from the table and listens intently, trying his best not to interrupt with the occasional sneeze. Of course, horses and their hair cannot be totally escaped by a cavalryman among other cavalrymen. Thank fuck this is only for a day...

Army from Hell, you say? No matter, if it can be cut down with a sabre or shot with a pistol, it will be done! Same goes for these Void bastards! We will harass them all the way back to the depths if need be!

Now, gentlemen, you have my attention, or about as much of it as can be commanded at present.

He lights his pipe and leans forward. Du Prel sits down and retrieves a notebook and pencil.

[ @armagnac-army ]

[alexvanarsdale]

Here is Jacque's Captain. A large beefy fellow who is tough but fair. His horse is a kind mare who views the other horses of the unit as her herd. A motherly type. Both keep order and are frustrated by those trying to acting on impulse or without orders. The Captain will give you a dose of yelling but his horse will give you a sad look. The odd combination proves quite effective on the 7th Cuirassier unit.

[cuirassier]

Senior officer of the 7th Cuirassier Regiment, 1810s, Napoleonic France, plate by Carle Vernet

[armthearmour]

A helmet of the 7th Cuirassier regiment, French, ca. 1804-1809, housed at the Musée de l'Armée.

[snellyboi]

Snelly’s Shameless SPOP Headcanons: The Advisors at Bright Moon

Hello! This post is mostly just gonna talk about the Advisors that Glimmer has at her disposal. So, uhm...yeah. You can skip it if you want. Although, if you like the corny 80s names, some of these folks have them!

Financial/political advisors are important to a kingdom. You can’t run a kingdom if you haven’t got the coin or constitution. And Glimmer has one of the best.

Finara is an older woman, who has dedicated her life to the current dynasty since she was young. She’s always been particularly good with numbers, having mastered several forms of mathematics by age 12, and being particularly dominant in her class at Bright Moon’s Alchemical/Mathematical College. (Yes, alchemical, it was founded long ago when that’s what science was). She’s a fan of Glimmer’s policies, and always has her back fiscally. She’s also one of the more loyal advisors.

Legista is not necessarily an advisor in the traditional sense. A younger woman, she is the speaker of Bright Moon’s Parliament. The speaker, once chosen, is no longer allowed to vote or make decisions based on political views, and is typically just there to report the day’s doings to the queen. Typically they’re chosen from the upper house, the Burgesses, but Legista is one of only 5 speakers in Bright Moon’s history to be from the House of the Public. 

Gavella is one of 9 judges of Bright Moon’s ‘Esteemed Court’, the highest in the land, and is Glimmer’s legal advisor. If Glimmer ever, EVER wants to put a law through to Parliament, she has to go through Gavella first. Gavella has been the advisor since King Micah selected her many years ago. She’s middling in age, now, but she’s still the sharpest mind of all when it comes to the law. 

So those folks are important, but what about her Military Advisors? Well, those are just as important. 

Honorable, Field Marshal Spurra of Cand is currently the highest ranking person in the army of Bright Moon, bearing 4 (soon to be 5 due to the impending war) crescent moons. A wealthy land owner, she was purchased into a commission with the Cavalry, Bright Moon’s crown jewel, and served with the 7th Cuirassiers during the Second war of Alst, the battle of the Crimson Waste, the War of the Whispering Woods, and the First Plumero-Hordic War, making an astronomical rise through the ranks of Bright Moon, eventually ending the first Etherian-Hordic war as a general. She commanded troops successfully at the reoccupation of Plumeria...and judging by recent events, she may have to retake Plumeria again soon. 

Honorable, Grand Admiral Gannet of Pairn’s Shore is the primary naval advisor to the queen. He was instrumental in retaking Salineas, but also in several other naval battles, of course, aiding the Salineans. Gannet is the only reason that Bright Moon, a nation with a relatively small coastline, has any sea faring ships in its navy; originally the brother of King Micah, but being one year younger than he, he had access to extreme wealth, and married into a lordship, which gave him even more money. He expanded Bright Moon’s navy from a few schooners to several barques, men-o’-war, and even a massive, 5 gun decked ship, recently christened and completed, called the Queen Angella.

Honorable, Field Marshal Lloyd-Klaus, First Lord Warrel, Grand Champion of the Realm, more commonly referred to as Lord Warrel or Wartime Warrel, or affectionately Warrel the Warthog by his men. The head of the Infantry. he had an unremarkable life, as far as this sort of thing goes - born into nobility, commissioned in, and hey presto, his cleverness paid off. He was involved in every war Spurra was. He’s been around, too, preferring to lead from the front; his office chair is usually quite cold...

Honorable, General Juliet Marcomb, First Duchess Marcomb, Protector of the Realm serves directly under Warrel, but is in charge of the 1st and 2nd armies, the armies situated around the castle. In Warrel’s ill health and old age, she has taken over, and is expected to take the position from him...and least she’d better, or Warrel’s gonna be pissed.

Other members of Queen Glimmer’s Court exist, as well, but are a bit too miscellaneous to be grouped in with any of those. For example...

Ladies in Waiting, who happen to be Glimmer’s other friends. You see, Adora and Bow are great, but...I mean c’mon, they’re had to relate to after being brought up in a palace all your life! She has several ladies in waiting who grew up alongside her as daughters of nobles, including Abigail, Lynneta, Winnie, and Alma. They’re personal assistants and maids, essentially, but it’s a position with status; they can boss other servants about.

Adora, Queen Glimmer’s Housecarl. A Housecarl is a sort of bodyguard, and Adora, for now, fills that role, and fills it well!

Castaspella acts as one of Glimmer’s more day to day, personal advisors, but also doubles as a magic advisor. 

Beylock is about as cliche as a wizard can get. The robes with the smiling sun, moon, and stars on them. The pointy hat. The long beard. He’s her primary magic advisor, which is much better than Shadow Weaver doing the job, because he’s not some crazy manipulative nutcase.

Markalus, Lord of Guard, Head of the Life Guard, Marshal Apparent, the head of the royal guards essentially. Markalus was a graethite, but since the graethites aren’t a control cult, you can kinda just...leave if you want. This position offered more job security and money so he took it first chance he got!

Bow claims to be her ‘Aesthetic and image’ advisor. This is mostly an excuse to get to spend more time with her. He’s actually the Prince of Zolnesh, officially, and is in charge of Artillery and artillery development.

Are all of these people found in the court all the time?

No. Hardly. Most days it’s just Finara, Casta, and Adora. There are designated days for the others to arrive, though; Once a week she only meets her political and financial advisors, then one day of the next week she sees her military advisors, then one day of the next week she sees her other advisors, and on the last day of each month, they all convene, unless there’s an emergency. 

During times of war, she may meet with political/financial/magical advisors less in favor of more time with military advisors and princesses of the alliance, but in peace time, the schedule above is more commonly observed. 

[alexvanarsdale]

Jacque’s Bio. The rest of the characters will be coming soon.

[bantarleton]

Light Cavalry at Waterloo.

The 23rd Light Dragoons clash against the French 7th Cuirassiers while the much hated "Red Lancers" of the Imperial Guard attempt to regroup nearby.

The allied light cavalry were used to recover the British Heavies after their charge.

By Keith Rocco.

[thehussargeneral]

Lasalle stays a little further back, still smoking his pipe and occasionally turning around and sneezing violently once again. Bory will first speak to a man of the 7th Hussars.

A man of the 7th: I have been into the mist a few times, sir, both alone and with others. When I went with others...

He gestures to a cuirassier and another hussar further down the line.

A man of the 7th: I could hardly see them while we were walking through, sir, very thick, that mist. But when I came out on the other side, I was alone. Every time I've gone in I've ended up on the field at Jena, almost exactly where I took my last breath, but the mist moved so I had to go looking for it to get out again. I also think I'm invisible there, as I could trot right up to a Prussian without any reaction. I don't think they can hear me either, since I once tried asking one of our soldiers in the field for directions and also had no reply.

A man of the 7th: Most recently, the time I went in with those two, I think I was there about an hour. Mostly looking for where the damn mist moved to. Apparently on this side I was gone for about the same amount of time. This place might be weird but at least it doesn't break time, right?

A man of the 7th: It takes a while to get to the other side, but I couldn't tell you how deep it is, sir, it, uh... Messes with the mind, you could say. Completely ruins any sense of distance or direction. But you disappear from sight on this side almost immediately, it's so thick.

A man of the 7th: Ah, the voice... Yes, sir, it lacks characteristics entirely... At first I thought it was a woman's voice, but really it's just some sort of distorted thing you don't really hear but rather feel. It's very aggravating, though, it taunts you to turn back and then starts asking personal sh- questions that seem to be upsetting on purpose. It kept asking me how it felt to be trampled by my own comrades, even though I have no recollection of such a thing happening.

Bory will discover from interviewing these men that the mist is a disorienting place but does not distort time, and that any group sent in together thus far has ended up separated, unless any members of that group shared a place of death. The cuirassier, for example, was able to remain with General Lasalle when they passed through the mist, as he had also fallen at Wagram. No one is able to identify any attributes of the voice, as it seems to be a thing that infiltrates the mind rather than an audible sound. It is, however, aggravating and upsetting to everyone. No one has been lost to the mist, but there have been several close calls where the exit moved to a hidden place and was difficult to find.

You are most welcome to take your measurements, Monsieur Bory, but please do not enter the forest without an escort, or the mist without me. Ah, yes, there is one more thing you may want to know...

Lasalle will pull a compass from his sash and pass it to Bory. The needle spins uncontrollably without settling on any direction.

We think it is trying to point to the mist, but the mist is in all directions, so this happens. It works as normal on the other side.

General! lannes here! I’m sendin this urgent message courtesy of my adc accompanied by one of soults map guys

some shit’s coming over the horizon and we need to incorporate you real fuckin soon

you up for some scouting and harassing? We may have a literal army from hell along with the army from the void coming

The two adcs will brief you on whats goign on, sorry we can’t get you a proper report but shits heating up here!

— @armagnac-army

One ADC is dressed in the normal ADC uniform, and seems to be a chill looking hussar. The other is dressed in the yellow and blue of Soult’s staff, with curly hair, and he is intently staring at the trees.

The ADCs are welcomed by ADC du Prel, who leads them across the clearing to a tent oddly far away from the others. Should they ask why, they will be told about that magic force that has rendered the General temporarily allergic to horses. The General greets them warmly, offers them a drink, clears the empty bottles from the table and listens intently, trying his best not to interrupt with the occasional sneeze. Of course, horses and their hair cannot be totally escaped by a cavalryman among other cavalrymen. Thank fuck this is only for a day...

Army from Hell, you say? No matter, if it can be cut down with a sabre or shot with a pistol, it will be done! Same goes for these Void bastards! We will harass them all the way back to the depths if need be!

Now, gentlemen, you have my attention, or about as much of it as can be commanded at present.

He lights his pipe and leans forward. Du Prel sits down and retrieves a notebook and pencil.

[ @armagnac-army ]