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Nervously, Lance Corporal Leopold "Leo" Addams approached the centre of his regiment's command. The Viceroy Lancers, 3rd (Southern) Regiment of Horse housed its brains within a striped blue and gold textile parachute, wherein Lord Franz Victor Grey oversaw the regiment's administrative and strategic affairs. They had been camped betwixt the Camelite regiments and the Monastery, towards the front of the encampment, throughout the siege. Being prepared as the front line of the breach assault, they were one of the first to receive the news from the Camelite scouts - the Kinshra were retreating, and Edgeville was burning.

The tent guardsmen, alert to trouble at hand, were stood to attention. Recognising the Lance Corporal from his many visits to the command tent, he was charged with reporting duty for the scouting squadrons, they did not request anything of him. Leo pulled aside the heavy, cobalt drape which concealed the tent's innards and entered. He stood into a room of hazard, with men dashing about preparing the command for battle. Lord Franz Victor stood centre in the room, with the others stood around the table before him. It was a comical sight, to be sure, the regiment colonel and his aides barking at the men suiting them, and the colonel barking tactical jargon at his aides. Before them, on the table, was an assortment of the regiment's various maneuvers with which all were well drilled and familiar. Nevertheless, that was not good enough for the Colonel. He would remind the men of their incompetence minutely, until they proved him wrong.

Bright eyed, red cheeked and bushy tailed, his dastardly imperialist mustache bobbing with every bark, Franz Victor was in the most jubilant of moods. At last, there was to be battle against the Kinshra, and he had an entire section of the army under his command. At last, he would be able to prove himself to his cousin, albeit distant cousin, the King. At last, it was to be Franz Victor's moment. Spotting Leo between gasps for breath and the bellowing of orders, the colonel ushered the Lance Corporal forwards.

"Well, speak, won't you! I assume you have something to say, Lance Corporal, why else would you be stood there, rather than at the post to which you were stationed erstwhile. Speak up, I can't hear a damn word you are saying, man! Are you a mouse? Shout, lad, shout!"

"We have received word from the Red Banner company, Lord Colonel, the Kinshra are in full retreat, and erstwhile Edgeville burns before our lines!"

"There'll be nothing erstwhile about Edgeville should I have anything to say about it. Dismissed! Gregory! My boots! Reynald, shift the men, I want our hoofs heading h'onward! We may catch the black guards, yet! Lance Corporal, alert everyone you see, this regiment is to be moving in less than ten!"

It was twelve minutes before the regiment broke camp entirely, though it was one of the first to do so. Within moments, her lines were readied, Franz Victor and his aides to the fore, the standard bearers lofting high the blue, white and gold banners of King, Saradomin and Country. Following shortly behind the Red Banner company, the Viceroy Lancers rode the blue tide into the burning stronghold. They were not a moment too soon, though perhaps a few late. Aiding the fire brigades, the men of the 3rd (Southern) Regiment of Foot led the charge against the flames to secure the town for their King.