By Daniel Fellows

The ambush was executed beautifully he thought, he would at least give the wretched Orcnar that credit. Apprentice Puppeteer Wyliams hurried through the trees with an unusually heightened sense of importance. It was the third time in as many weeks the platoon had fallen foul of that trick and always the same order arrived. If he were in charge he would have sent the 7^th, 8^th and 9^th Grenadiers to clear the woodlands instead of condemning his beloved 16th to their inevitable doom, he pondered that thought as he wriggled himself through a gap in the bushes.

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By Paul Quinn

My name is Lorengir and I am a chronicler. My life has been dedicated to the recording of the achievements of the Britanan Empire. I have seen many things in my time and my time has been long.

It was I who wrote of the founding of our Empire, the day the various tribes put aside their differences to better the lives of every one of them. The colours and banners from every clan created a sight that would never be repeated. The might of our Empire was unparalleled in our history and as the years passed by and the Empire began to outgrow the natural borders that surrounded it nothing occurred that I failed to note in the Book.

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By Paul Quinn

Although the sky was cloudless and bright the path that the Troopers of the 35th Regt of Foot marched down was as dark as the night. The blackness created by the canopy of trees was heavier than Sergeant Colyns would have thought possible and had an almost other worldly feel about it but he wasn’t prepared to detour his platoon from its set path for fear of delay.

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