IMPERIAL FIELD REPORT, 1856

[Froschli 838]

    Field Report regarding Prisoners of War

     

    1st Regiment, 2nd Brigade, Combat Academy, 1856

     

~ A depiction of the bandit prison, 1856 ~

 

Written by Lieutenant Thomas Galbraith, 1st Regiment 2nd Brigade, Imperial State Army

     

To the most honorable High Command of the Imperial State Army

 

 

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Rescue Operation

On the 6th of Harren’s Volley, 1856, the hills of the northern Crownlands soon became witness to a large-scale rescue operation led by the Imperial State Army. The Operation was officiated due to the fact that I myself had been captured by the same group of terrorists operating in the crownlands for most recent years, which also attacked the farmhouses north of New Providence and the Port infront of our homeland’s capital.

My fellow comrades of the Imperial State Army were alerted to the location I was taken prisoner to via a coded message hidden within a letter I had addressed to my mother after my capture. Soon the rescue operation was conducted by the 1st Regiment and the designated rescue-team was ordered to march onward.

After their arrival, they divided themselves into two teams. One stormed the frontal gate of the prison leading into the courtyard and swiftly dealt with the force of bandits present there, the second the stables. Soon both were met with a volley of arrows, which missed every soldier present.

Soon the rescue-team under the command of Ensign Madron marched forward and engaged a large group of bandits in front of them, while Lieutenant Primrose and Private Nick Windpelt took out the enemy’s archers upon the rooftops of the prison. After the row of bandits in the front as well as the archers were dealt with, the bulk of the following infantry advanced and met the enemy head on, decimating their main force defending the prison. After achieving this victory in the courtyard, the team split up and began searching within the inner prison for me.

Mere minutes later, one of the two teams advanced to my cell, took out the guard century and liberated me out of captivity. 

   

 

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Prisoner of War Treatment

During my captivity and subsequently as Prisoner of War my treatment was below adequate for an Officer. I was subject to a multitude of both physical and mental torture portrayed by the leader of the terrorist group, who went by the name of “War Axe”. It began with a swift and simple beating yet soon one of their ranks stood before me with a dagger in hand and requested information from me regarding troop movement in the north. 

I ignored the question of the terrorist and simply answered with a silent stare, which the man did not take lightly. I was met soon with the same dagger he had in hand, now cutting through my left eye socket. While the pain was agonizing and I yelled upon the top of my lungs, I was struck with a blunt object and soon fell upon the ground, unconscious. Though it was in no way or form the end of my torture.

Hours, or perhaps even days later, I was awoken by a loaf of stale bread and a mug of dirty water thrown into my cell. My eye was still aching, yet thankfully the bleeding stopped. After finishing my meal I was grabbed and brought to the courtyard of my prison. The sun stung my right eye and it was then when I heard a whisper followed by a chuckle, saying “Good Luck.”

Seconds later an old pitchfork was thrown before me and my captors marched to a type of vantage point from where they could observe me. I was at first confused and inspected my surroundings, hoping for an exit to be near. Yet all my hopes were swiftly dismissed as my eye found not an exit, yet a bull standing at the other end of the courtyard I was within. I then glanced at my red uniform and knew what these savages wished of me to do.

I picked up the pitchfork and awaited the charge of the bull, which soon came. I sprinted towards it likewise and threw the given pitchfork at the beast, managing to injure it, though to no avail as it soon rammed me into the air and allowing me to fall upon the hard ground. And by pure luck or a blessing of the Lord himself, the bull fell, be it by my throw or be it by the same diet the savages were feeding me.

After this endeavor, I was dragged and chained into my cell and subjected to further beating by two of the bandits. I was struck into my chest and stomach, yet soon a third entered, ordering the others away. I was soon again released of my chains and brought to a cell resembling less of a prison, though more of an Inn. Within it there stood their leader once more, grinning at me. The man chuckled and ordered his men to stand guard before my cell and to not let me out.

Soon the door to my ‘cell’ was struck open, yet instead of a bandit, before me stood one of my comrades in red, coming to my rescue.

 

May God save the Emperor.

     

    Signed,

     

    Lieutenant Thomas Galbraith

   

 

     

    [This report may only be found within the Imperial State Army’s Files]

[MapleSunflower 1889]

Dr. Primrose Gendik thinks Thomas Galbraith is a complete chad for the epic letter he sent during his captivity and his well-written reports. 

[Buffsanta 961]

Captain Hieran salutes firmly as he welcomes the soldier back, as his troops return to him unharmed

"Good. Wouldn't have expected any less from you old boy"

He commemorates James Madron for his diligence in the battle.

"Spiffing Job chaps, really. Perhaps a drink in the mess hall?"

[SimonItorp 124]

Isaac Obedia reads the report with a smile on his face. "I'm glad to have you on our side." He'd chuckle to himself.

[oryP 1068]

James Madron would respond. "Lacks to mention that I killed ten of those bandits, even at my age!"

[Zakajaervi 259]

Sir Solomon Obedia would look at the post he was mailed, reading it over carefully in his office. "So many dead bandits. A shame to see such potential squandered by my damned hands." He would pour himself a glass of whiskey, as he continued his original paperwork. 

[Ryanark 2738]

Prince Emiel recounts the precious time that he willfully dedicated to assisting in the rescue of Thomas!

[kazoo 587]

Guillaume reads the missive and would think of why he did not get mentioned after killing 3 bandits and saving the captured men. He would also think why he said a red comrade came to save him as his squad had only him and a single olog!