#general cornwallis

[ms-march]

Turn OC Week: Showing Loyalties

To Go a Campaigning

May, 1780: Charleston, SC

Charleston reminded Adrienne distinctly of Boston. The slow carriage ride to Cornwallis’ headquarters felt eerily like the march to Boston’s port, it had been the first time she was ever escorted by soldiers. There were no soldiers escorting her now, but she could not seem to settle on if she wished there were or not. Adrienne reckoned the lack of a soldier’s presence was the only thing halting a mob descending upon her carriage.

The streets of the city were overcrowded at its high, or so John had told her once. Now it was more a land of ruins than a great port city with the Grand Houses her husband had described and the rare citizen walking the street had the same anger, same hunger, in their eyes as Adrienne had seen at Boston. There was a resentment here that unsettled her but not more than the British controlled harbor of warships. It was an odd feeling, being scared of them. She had never been on the other side of it before, and she found she disliked it with every fiber of her being. Perhaps that was why she jumped in fright when the carriage door opened. Even amidst the debris, Charleston was still beautiful in an oddly peaceful way like the calm after a storm.

The soldiers at the door looked at her warily before opening the doors of the grand house without a word, their redcoats clearly not protecting them any more than Adrienne’s carriage had protected her. The house appeared to be one of the only to have been spared cannon fire, and the grandeur did not surprise her from what she had heard of Cornwallis' tastes. The hall was paved with marble black and white tile, but was otherwise completely empty. It reminded her of Belvoir and was silent enough to hear a pin drop. The sound of meeting happening behind a closed door and her heels were the only sounds there to echo the corridor.

It was the emptiest headquarters she had ever seen.

The door from which the sound of voices drifted from opened, causing her to turn toward it only to be met with a familiar face greeting her.

“My Lady Fairfax,” Colonel Tarelton, in his full dress greens, spoke softly, “What a pleasure it is to see you, I hope the journey was smooth. To what does this humble office owe the honor of your visit?”

Once upon a time, those words being spoken with a smile on his face would have been normal. Now, the smile was malicious on his face, his eyes no longer kind and enthusiastic as they had been all those years ago in Philadelphia, but predatory. The papers wrote of the atrocities he had committed since they had first met. The war had touched him, he was no longer the straight laced boy of her godfather’s officer corps.

They called him Bloody Ban. No survivors.

“I come on the business of my family, Colonel.”

“Ah, on your husband’s business then?” He said, eyes darkening at the thought. “You must forgive the inconvenience we have imposed by the whole Mepkin business. This is war, I’m sure you understand.”

Adrienne would confess that traveling this far only to find they had attempted to burn Mepkin to the ground had been quite the inconvenience, but that was not her mission here.

“Mepkin may be repaired in time. I have come for an audience with General Cornwallis,” she responded, “It is the smallest of courtesies that I am owed in my status.”

“As a traitor's wife?”

“As the daughter of a Viscount.”

[thedivaking]

King George gets a taste of drama 👏

[johannesson]

I'm reading 'The Glorious Cause' and it's been a running detail that General Howe tends to take his time. He's in no rush, life's not going anywhere, for us anyway. smell the roses charlie, what's the big hurry So, when Cornwallis was taking Fort Washington in the middle of winter, when it's super cold and windy outside, and on the tail of the depleting Continental Army for a decisive confrontation, he stopped at a river. They would be able to cross it in about a day, or less, and the enemy is sitting ducks. Until Howe sends a message which basically says 'wait for me, i'll be there in a moment'

(“The dread had now turned ice-cold, and Cornwallis said, “Here? General Howe is coming here?” “Oh, quite, sir. The general has ordered you to remain at post here until he arrives. He is quite eager to accompany you on the chase, sir.” “When might the general arrive?” “Oh, um, any day now, sir.”... ...So, we shall sit tight and wait for General Howe. And he will arrive any day now.")

He arrived in a week.

Enemy's long gone, it's fuckin windy and cold and snowy. Cornwallis' own soldiers are tired, and he's so cold that he needed an extra jacket on top of the wool coat

("It took Howe nearly a week to fight the elements and his own habit of making a comfortable camp at every stop along the way.”)

Cornwallis, who wants to get this war done and go home :

(Excerpts from 'The Glorious Cause,' Jeff Shaara)

[patrick-ferguson]

Visiting the grave of Colonel Ferguson, according to tradition since 1815 and affirmed after King's Mountain's certification as a national park in 1930. Ferguson's body was said to have been abused by those troops who first found it, and he was also rumored to be buried with a mistress. The inscription on his grave contains the Coat of Arms of the Kingdom of Great Britain from 1707 to 1800, and the epitaph reads thus:

TO THE MEMORY OF COL. PATRICK FERGUSON SEVENTY-FIRST REGIMENT, HIGHLAND LIGHT ARTILLERY.

BORN IN ABERDEENSHIRE, SCOTLAND IN 1744. KILLED OCTOBER 7, 1780 IN ACTION AT KING'S MOUNTAIN WHILE IN COMMAND OF THE BRITISH TROOPS.

A SOLDIER OF MILITARY DISTINCTION AND OF HONOR.

THIS MEMORIAL IS FROM THE CITIZENS OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA IN TOKEN OF THEIR APPRECIATION OF THE BONDS OF FRIENDSHIP AND PEACE BETWEEN THEM AND THE CITIZENS OF THE BRITISH EMPIRE.

ERECTED OCTOBER 7, 1930

Photo: Justin Amick, 2024

[llyfrenfys]

See, I personally find this quest to find pagan/pre-Christian elements in Welsh/Irish literature quite unnerving - I don't know about anyone else.

There's something to be said about genuinely discovering pre-Christian elements in a narrative or story and that being where evidence and study has led you. But I see some people on this fruitless quest to find pagan elements in very Christian texts and sometimes it feels like if no pagan elements can be found, people start making stuff up out of whole cloth - and that can be very dangerous for already not-well known texts in minoritised languages!

There's already so much misinformation out there about Irish/Welsh texts and literature in general - so it hurts to see people carelessly adding to the misinformation either out of ignorance or lack of respect for the source material.

I promise you the source material being Christian doesn't ruin it - you can in fact, enjoy these myths without making them into something they're not!

[dreamconsumer]

Richard III (1452-1485) and his son and heir, Edward of Middleham (1473-1484).

[elden-hicks]

lol found my old screenshots of the non-feuding vv au with younger second gen

[lunaterre]

Truro and Falmouth has voted for Labour. I honestly wasn’t sure I’d see this happen after the past 14 years. It’s looking like Cornwall is changing its colours.

[unmotivational-motivation]

please, mr sunak!

gonna post some content about the uk gen election for some lols

so yeah, not a fan of communist revolutions (somehow they always produce two outcomes: authoritarian regimes and a stalin. you can fight me over this but tell me a communist revolution that had zero purges or "labour" camps. is it something to do with being anarchist leaning? possibly) but totally going to support this one if it comes true.

edit: it took an embarrassingly long time to find "encure". no you won't find it, but you'll be able to work out where it WAS

[poparthuriana]

For better or for worse, I have Cornwall Gang brainrot again, the sort where "What would Kahedin's taste in movies be?", "Does Isolde like poetry?", and "Would Tristan ever own a parrot?" suddenly seem like urgent questions.

(My answers, in reverse order, are "Not with proper planning, and he'd sort of hate it but become nauseatingly fond of it", "Yes, but probably not as much as Tristan", and "I have no idea.")

[abadarkade]

Spaced out in my civics today watching The Patriot only to focus back in on someone saying "general Cornwallis is coming!" was crazy because I dead ass thought Joey Richter was about to walk through the door in a lobster costume

[dracolizardlars]

Btw although I didn explicitly mention my new quest to see Every Cathedral my mum caught on and suggested we visit Exeter cathedral when we have a gig in Exeter soon. It begins

[lesbiansandgayssupporttheminers]

Shall we play a game of "how fucked is the rental market in your region"?

Cheapest flat to rent in Falmouth right now is £850 for a one bed. No parking, no bills. Pre covid, I was paying £550.

It's the only available one bed and the two beds start at about a grand.

Genuinely not sure how someone on an average salary is supposed to afford this, and genuinely interested with comparisons from elsewhere in the UK/the world.

[secretly-a-catamount]

The Crane Wives wrote all these songs about Annabel Blackthorn, they told me themselves

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in 1798 – Wolfe Tone’s United Irish and French forces clash with the British Army in the Battle of Castlebar.

The Battle of Castlebar near the town of Castlebar, Co Mayo. A combined force of 2,000 French troops and Irish patriots routed a force of 6,000 British militia in what would later become known as the “Castlebar Races” or “Races of Castlebar”. The long-awaited French landing to assist the Irish revolution begun by Theobald Wolfe Tone’s Society of United Irishmen had taken place five days…

[plumbogs]

on the topic of Capp family arranged marriages and infedelity, well. cornwall is doing fine.

Viola wakes up early and gets to soccer every day. She wants to get that athletics scholarship and become a sports star someday, despite being sortof in line to take over the family business. She's only like 13 or so, so the elder Capps probably all see it as a thing she'll get over.

After school she hits the treadmill. She's really focused on that body skill. She barely talks to her parents right now.

Cornwall still manages to gather for dinner. Even if he sleeps around, he still at least sort of seems to care about maintaining the facade of a functioning family. Regan was busy building some charisma for work...

all for nothing. This was, once again, a surprise for me. Well. At least the baby will have plenty of other Capps around this generation. I may need to actually add a second school. There's a LOT of babies right now.

and the rarely-mentioned dog has grown older...