PROLOUGE
*Translated from Scandinavian*
"My lord, if there was any a time to strike, it would be now. Both Napoleon and the Irish rebel leaders are ready, and the only other enemy we would have to contend with would be either Portrugal or Russia, both of which we have easily beaten in the past."
General Bjorn Karlsson smiled as King Olof II looked over the drawn-on world map.
"Again, what are the projected casualty's?"
Bjorn took out a peice of paper and put it on the table, reading it even though he had memorized it five times over. "Here they are. If all goes well, under a hundred of the Regulars, and even if the rebels had attacked with clubs, they would lose mabye a hundred."
The king looked over the paper, then the map again. Frowning, he looked up. "Fine. Go ahead with the plan. But if one thing goes wrong, you will have wished you never joined the Army."
Tell me what you think, and i'll put up the rest.
*Translated from Scandinavian*
"My lord, if there was any a time to strike, it would be now. Both Napoleon and the Irish rebel leaders are ready, and the only other enemy we would have to contend with would be either Portrugal or Russia, both of which we have easily beaten in the past."
General Bjorn Karlsson smiled as King Olof II looked over the drawn-on world map.
"Again, what are the projected casualty's?"
Bjorn took out a peice of paper and put it on the table, reading it even though he had memorized it five times over. "Here they are. If all goes well, under a hundred of the Regulars, and even if the rebels had attacked with clubs, they would lose mabye a hundred."
The king looked over the paper, then the map again. Frowning, he looked up. "Fine. Go ahead with the plan. But if one thing goes wrong, you will have wished you never joined the Army."
Tell me what you think, and i'll put up the rest.