Showing posts with label Militia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Militia. Show all posts

Wednesday, 6 May 2009

Alien Invaders in New Babbage!

Late last night a large explosion was heard not far from the Radio Riel Tower in in New Babbage.


Further investigation showed that Tomahna Hall had collapsed!


At the bottom of the large hole now occupying what was the hall were two metallic objects.


The night passed uneventfully but by the morning the objects where now standing


With two smaller little objects busily working away in the pit.


This evening new came over the wireless that they had started exploring the city.


Their numbers had also increased.

I can only hope that these are not an improved model of the aliens that invaded Caledon some years ago.

NEWSFLASH: There are now four confirmed beasties in New Babbage!

Saturday, 29 December 2007

The hussar uniform - finally!

Waaaaaaay back during the SLRFL events there was a little RP called the Neualtenburg War. As part of the activities, our beloved Guvnah commissioned me to create two uniforms for the Caledon Militia. One was the familiar Red tunic, the other was a blue attila favoured by cavalry units.

Earlier pictures may be found in the description of ranks here and in Ordinal Malaprop's recruitment kinoscope.

At the time I had held off putting it on sale until the war was over. But as with many of these things, the war so much as didn't happen as took too long to co-ordinate and people got sick of it and moved on to other things.

However, recent enquiries have lead me to finally finish the uniform in its glory.



Special thanks to Jaeger Edelweiss, former worthy opponent, for assistance with the pelisse.

Disclaimer: Pearse'd & Cut can not be held responsible for swooning, strutting or bravado that may result from the use of this uniform. Horse and Long Weapon not included.

Monday, 5 November 2007

Timely Sands runs out

This weekend while doing the blogrun, I was brought up short by an entry on Dr. Fabre's journal mourning the loss of Timely Sands.




This is the second time someone I've known is SL has passed away. While I didn't know her particularly well, I had spoken with her on a number of occasions during her stint as a spy during the Neulatenburg War.

Her enthusiasm was enormous and she was always polite and well mannered.

She'll be missed by those who ever had the pleasure to have met her.

Valé

Monday, 20 August 2007

Tentacles, Squamous, Elder Things, Kilts and "Broadly Offensive"

Miss Violet Schnabel had put together a lovely setting for the Lovecraft Ball, run by the Dark Victorian group. I managed to track down a couple of songs from the H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society (I need to get a copy of Shoggoth on the Roof) and started with those. On to some more familiar music with tracks ranging from Marilyn Manson, Sisters of Mercy, Inkubus Sukubus, VNV Nation, Mesh, Siouxsie and a variety of other things. Ensuing chat over the evening covered many strange things and may have proved that, apart from the assorted SAN(ity) jokes, that most Caledonians are in fact quite mad. Though Miss Schnabel's cousin Phineas may just be inebriated.


"Cthulhu Grove"


The glowing and amorphous Yog Sothoth (also known as Professor Avalanche)


The Great Race of Yith, with butterflies (normally known as Fuschia)


And I shall call him... Minithulhu.


Eldritch Emilly


Cthulhu in da House!

Later in the evening (and after a quick nap) My Dearest and I helped Her Grace of Loch Avie celebrate the completion of her Manor, Taigh Ròis (Gaelic for "House of the Rose").


The dance floor full of elegant ladies and charming gentlemen.

I danced with several ladies during the evening and witnessed the dubious charge the Vulgarian Ambassador, Barken Roff, made about Caledon being Vulgarian ancestral lands. I've heard this kind of waffle before and am soundly of the opinion that whether or not a country may have occupied a territory in the past, relinquishing that control centuries in the past forfeits your rights to claim it. Of course should the Vulgarians try to make good on their claim by force, Caledon's military defences will be ready and waiting for them.

Once Roff had stalked out in a huff, the evening continued pleasantly.

Finally the evening finished with the performance of Tartan For a Day, which saw the winner of an auction some time back allowed to perform as one of the troup of Little Eva and the Tartans.


Lots of tarting.. er tartan and very little else.


Joining the dance.


Lady Elytis after realising she was overdressed for the occasion.


Lady Whup Ass and Dr. Figaro get jiggy wit' it.


And at some point in the evening comparisons were made of the Tartans with the Mousketeers. Which of course produced Tartan ears.

A fun evening all round :-)

Tuesday, 17 July 2007

Eggasperating

Last week's roleplay for the militia, which started as a light-hearted disagreement about which end of a hardboiled egg should be opened at breakfast, was by and large a success. Sadly its culmination was the down point of the week.


Base camp for the Red Team in Loch Avie


Sergeant Hapmouche displays the correct way of eating eggs.

Saturday's wargame finale had many unforeseen problems which culminated in the Red team quitting the field halfway through. Tempers were high and tact was at a minimum and pompous self congratulation further exacerbated things.

Much of the complaint and issues with the Conflagration have been covered elsewhere (see here, here, here and here) but I know I was personally disappointed in the Red team's behaviour. I fully appreciate the reasons for leaving but I wasn't impressed.

That said I would like to extend my deepest respects to Alfonso Avalanche and Lapin Paris for their outstanding efforts during the week and for the trouble they took in calming hackles that were raised at the start and the end of events.

I suppose it really does drive home the point about RP that setting up combat within Caledon brings the fun crashing down. This may explain why so many of the Western RP sims seem riddled with bitchiness. It might be time to promulgate Lord Bardhaven's idea about the fictional Vulgarians. Which in itself reminds me of an Australian TV show's fictional country of Biddleonia that was created back in the 70s as a locale to transfer all the ethnic jokes to.

Saturday, 14 July 2007

Uuuulllaaaaa!

Disturbing reports reached me even before I had been able to arrive inworld: large meteors had apparent crashed into several places over Caledon. Large metal machines had climbed from their remains and started upon a war of destruction against the populous.


The crash site at Loch Avie.


Two of the aliens hover over Victoria City.

After having destroyed the encampment of the Blue Team in Tanglewood, the aliens were back for more destruction this time attacking the Guvnah's Mansion.


Myself, Major Vollmar, and Lady Amber repelling an attack.

Seeing them off from our beloved capitol they seemed to have discovered our teleport system and I received urgent reports that Eyre was under attack!


Colonel Somme and myself take up rooftop positions above the carriage house in Eyre. I found the chicken canon to be more effective that the rifle. I'm not sure how effective Colonel Somme's gun was but it looked impressive.

Lt. Colonel O'Toole managed to join us and sported his new steam-powered skyboard.


The hideous beastie flies at us to attack.

During this time several people were injured by what we can only assume was a heat ray or laser of some sort from the aliens. We repelled the attack and shifted the injured into hospital, only to receive fresh reports they had been sighted in Tamrannock.


Here I took to the skies trying to tackle them head on.

Not long after this I was brought low by a heat ray to the ornithopter. Thankfully my left arm withstood much of the damage and I only suffered burns to my leg.

Thankfully the Militia and other Caledonians were able to see off this invading menace. I believe we have the wreckage on on of the alien's crafts. We'll have to see what we can make of it.

Tuesday, 10 July 2007

Happy Rez Day to Emilly!

My dear friend Emilly or celebrated her 1 year anniversary of being a virtual addict of SecondLife.



Yours truly had the privilege to play some choons for the last two hours of the party, before having to dash off to deal with Militia business.

Tuesday, 3 July 2007

Rank insignia recognition

As a helpful reminder for the upcoming Militia wargames I'd like to present a refresher on the rank insignia for the Militia regiments.


Militia light horse uniform (The blue team. Boo Hiss!)


Militia Infantry uniform (The winning er.. Red Team. Huzzah!)


Sergeant


Colour Sergeant


Lieutenant (Note insignia now on uniform collar)


Captain


Major


Lieutenant Colonel


Colonel

There is talk of a lancer regiment and a dragoon regiment being formed. This on top of the Militia regiment, Highland regiment and cuirassier regiments already in existence. Which is exceptional work if you consider for a moment that there is possibly only one trooper among all of them.

Tuesday, 5 June 2007

Some notes on Military etiquette

Etiquette for the uninitiated, part II

The issue of organising something approaching military etiquette for a fictional country in an unspecified Victorian time period is something of a challenge. The Victorian era saw a large number of conflicts: the Boer Wars, the Mexican-American War, the Crimean War, the American Civil War, the Franco-Prussian War, the Schleswig Wars, the Zulu wars, the Maori Wars, the Sepoy Rebellion, the Fenian Raids, and the list goes on. British Intelligence Office Arthur Conolly is credited with describing the pan-European struggle for supremacy as The Great Game. From the time he first used it in 1829 to the vast destruction of the War To End All Wars uniforms, tactics and even countries has changed dramatically.

My notes in this piece are based on a time period around the mid 1870s and are heavily influenced by British military traditions. Since Caledon is the old name for Scotland that’s always been my starting point, but there is plenty of scope for diversity.

The basic structure for military units is as follows:

Private/Trooper
Corporal       Usually in charge of a Section or approximately 8 soldiers
Sergeant       Usually in 2nd in charge of a Platoon or approximately 10 soldiers
Sergeant-Major
Colour Sergeant

Lieutenant       Usually in charge of a Platoon or approximately 10 soldiers
Captain
Major       Usually in charge of a Company or approximately 100-200 soldiers
Colonel       Usually in charge of a Regiment or approximately 2-3 thousand soldiers
Brigadier       Usually in charge of a Brigade or approximately 3-5 thousand soldiers
Major-General
Lieutenant General
Field Marshall

Colour Sergeants were originally responsible for protecting Ensigns (which was a rank) who were in turn charged with carrying the Ensign (the Battle Flag, which gave its name to the rank). The flag was also known as the regiment’s Colours, hence the title of Colour Sergeant.

Uniforms
Originally rank insignia were worn on the collar. The newly created rank of Second Lieutenant, replacing the rank of Ensign that was abolished in 1871, originally had no rank marking. Lieutenants had a single star (or “pip”) and Captains had two.
In 1880 the British army changed its system and insignia were now worn on shoulder boards. In 1902 another raft of changes went through the services moving rank insignia from the shoulders to the cuffs and giving 2nd Lieutenants a single star. Both Lieutenants and Captains were given an additional star at this time increasing theirs to 2 and 3 respectively.

Purchasing a commission
The purchase of a commission varied depending on both the rank and the prestige of the regiment being sought. The more prestigious ranks commanding higher premiums. Being cashiered was considered a grave punishment, as the officer would lose the right to resell the commission he held. Officers’ ranks could be purchased up to the rank of Colonel. Promotion to ranks above Colonel needed a service history and favour from within. The purchasing of commissions was abolished in 1871.

Addressing a superior
As a matter of military courtesy, when speaking to a superior there are two differing forms of address, based on whether the superior is a non-commissioned or a commissioned officer. When addressing a non-commissioned officer, a positive response to a command from a Sergeant Major would be "Yes, Sergeant Major!" The proper positive response to the same command from a Lieutenant would be "Yes, sir!" or "Yes sir, Lieutenant!" The supposed difference between a non-commissioned officer and an officer is that of education, which is equated with social status as well as working class. When a non-commissioned officer receives the response "Yes, sir!" to a command, he is more apt than not to remind the soldier that he, the non-commissioned officer, is a "working man, not an officer.”

Saluting
While there are numerous theories about the development of the salute, the modern one appears to have started in the 18th century as noted by this extract from the Royal Scots Standing Orders of 1762: ‘as nothing disfigures the hats or dirties the lace worn more than taking off the hats, the men for the future are only to raise the back of their hands to them (hats) with a brisk motion when they pass an officer’.

Saluting should be undertaken intelligently and only when headdress is worn. Salutes should not be attempted in places where the presence of crowds or where the distance from the officer makes it impracticable to salute. All soldiers should salute with the right hand unless physically unable to do so, in which case they are to salute with the left hand. The junior member is to salute first and the senior member is to return the compliment.

Saluting ladies
All too often, the courtesy that should be extended to ladies is neglected. Proper military etiquette would dictate that any soldier or officer encountering a lady should touch the brim of his hat in the manner of a salute, or remove his cover in her presence. It is not necessary to exchange greetings or comments with the lady, but acknowledgement of the presence of those of the fairer sex to whom respect and admiration are due, without regard to their station in life. There is some dispute as to whether it is appropriate to greet ladies unknown to one, as it is improper for ladies to greet those strange to the lady unless requiring aid of some sort from anyone at hand. Of course many of the more Adventuress types of ladies will often introduce themselves directly without waiting for a mutual acquaintance.


The listing of ranks with titles
Should you be in the position to require to show a full formal rank and title it should be done in the following manner:
Your rank, Name (inclusive of title if applicable), and any post-nominals.

For example:
Colonel, George Featherington, Marquess of Vulgaria, NFI, WTF
or
Major, Dame Cybil Cruft, OMG

Remember that post-nominals are different to academic abbreviations. Post-nominals are always capitalized and written without full stops between the letters and should never be used in conjunction with Academic titles and degrees.


A Post Script to the first post.
It’s been brought to my attention that there may be some confusion as to what a Governor might be. To an American a Governor is a head of an individual State. To those brought up within the Commonwealth countries a Governor is a representative of the Monarch, while the head of an individual State or Province is a Premier. A Governor General (Similar in position to a Viceroy or a Lord Lieutenant) is one where a number of States have joined together to form a larger body, such as modern day Canada or Australia, though individual States will still retain own Governors.

Tuesday, 22 May 2007

Update of sorts

I've been so busy procrastinating it's a wonder I've had time to do anything.

While out and about earlier in the week I had bumped into a rather diminutive Professor Avalanche who seemed to have forgotten the rules about putting natural fibres into hot water.


Shrank in the wash

Friday saw The Duchess of Loch Avie hosting a Tournament in conjunction with the Torvaldland sim.

There had been a kissing booth set up as a further part of the ubiquitous RFL charity. While Miss Paris's ability to raise L$40,000 for a single kiss was impressive, Professor Avalanche's efforts with Mr. Margulis were the funniest.


Alfonso and Erasmus snog

Later that evening the Torvaldlanders put on an arena combat display.


Seated Guests. (photo by Gabrielle Riel)


The Tournament begins (photo by Gabrielle Riel)

There was supposed to be an open entry for the Battle Royale finale, but sadly axes for the non-Torvaldlanders had been forgotten.

From there Miss McAllister and I headed off to the Steelhead dance where they were having a Monty Python theme. It's still funny no matter how often you hear it :-)


Saturday morning the Militia was in attendance for the briefing on the invasion of Neualtenburg

Briefing the Troops


The cunning strategy revealed


The Caledon Air Corps get their orders

Saturday saw the final Caledon Ball for the season. And it had been almost a month since the last one had been cut so tragically short.


Dressed for the Ball

This night was the SL DJ debut of Red Caliber who did an excellent job. He ended up confirming what has now been decided as a requirement for Radio Riel DJs by having the sim crash. We're looking at working out how to crash the sim for Miss Figaro's debut :-)

Sunday I managed to get Miss Tombola aside and we took some pictures of our Girl Genius inspired AVs.


Agatha Heterodyne: Girl Genius


Krosp I, Emperor of Cats


Krosp and his Loyal Subject Agatha (well she feeds him)

I was quite happy with the photos. Well have to get a few more people to do AVs and do a whole cast shot. Lord Bardhaven would make a great stand in for Klaus :-)

And lastly I'd like to mention the work by Madcow Cosmos. I first encountered this talented gentleman over a month ago and since then we've discussed Avatar building on a couple of occasions.


Giant mechanical dragon.


Steampunk Godzilla thing


Bone dragon AV