Casey the Casse: a (humorous) Casse AAR

[Hooahguy]

i turned in my research paper today, i will update within 24 hours.

[Hooahguy]

After we arrived back in London, preparations for our invasion of Normandy began. We called it “Operation Underpeasant.” Bren Barae relied on using maps from our merchants, since he told us that he has never been to Normandy before, so he couldn’t make plans based on his observations of the land.

Some promotions were made. My friend was made the logistics officer, and another man from the unit was made the scouting officer. And I was made the troop overseer. When I asked the Bren what that meant, he said that I was to spend time among the troops, and make sure things are going smoothly between them. I'm still not sure what that means, but it can't be that bad.

A few weeks into training, several of the unit commanders approached Bren Barae. I do not know what exactly was said, but all I know is that Bren Barae was grim at the end of it.
He told me that some of our units did not wish to join us into Normandy, and for some reason, the Bren allowed them to return home.
While Bren Barae took it well during the meeting, he went berserk afterwards.
“How dare they do that! I led them into battle, I gave them land, spoils of war, and yet they turn their backs on me when I need them most! Now where will I get the men to replace them?”
Then one of the rookie aides spoke up:
“Well, I know of one band of fighters that may be useful. They are called “Kluddoboro.”


“These men are excellent fighters. They are loyal, fierce, and love to go on adventures; did I tell you when they chased a deer into northern Scotland because ‘it seemed like fun’? These men are perfect for the job.”

Our Bren thought for a bit, and then replied, “Well, they seem like a good replacement for the Botroas. But I don’t want them chasing any deer, got it?”

“Yes sir, I will tell them. Also sir, there are some other units of spearmen who want to take part in the campaign as well. They are not professional soldiers, but are very loyal. But it seems like they want to go to Normandy in search of gold.”

“Well, let them join us. Their manpower couldn’t hurt. And if they find gold in Normandy, kudos to them, for I couldn’t find any.”

“Sir, so you have been to Normandy before?”

“Uhhhhhh….. so, do we have room for these new recruits?”

“Yes sir, we do have room.”

“Ok then, make sure these recruits can fight, then we will prepare to board.”

A month later, everything was ready. We gathered two armies for this campaign: one under the Bren, who was with the Heir and the other army was under his son Mowg. Both armies were in separate fleets. Our army boarded at London, the other at Ratae. We soon met up outside London harbor, and then began our journey across the channel.


But all of a sudden, a huge channel storm brewed up, and sent us far off course, but we were fortunate to lose no men to it. A day later, the storm subsided. When all was clear, we tried to get our bearings. We began to travel west, not knowing where we were. Even the Bren was confused. Soon we came upon some wreckage. And then more wreckage. Then a lifeboat with six men in it appeared among the debris. One of the men on our boat recognized one of the people on the lifeboat as one of his friends, who was in the other fleet.

We pulled the men into our boat, and then asked them what happened.

“Everything was going chirpily until that dammed storm came upon us. The storm tossed us around like twigs. We lost all our ships and men, only a few men remained, who boarded this lifeboat, about seven of us. Mowg was among us. But then he began talking about how not everyone could stay on the boat and how only the strongest could stay on if everyone was to survive. To tell you the truth, he was acting pretty crazy. He began pointing fingers at those who should be thrown overboard and left to die and that’s when a huge wave crashed into us and capsized us. When we succeeded in getting the boat turned over and got back in, Mowg was nowhere to be found. And then you found us, and here we are.”


Bren Barae was stunned. The other army had been completely destroyed by the storm. His son was dead, the fleet was far off course, and his plan was in ruins. At age 50, the Bren had never been devastated more in his life.
Nevertheless, he said that the plan must continue. It was a bold move, so we kept following the coast, expecting us to find Normandy, but after two weeks, we could not find it. Because we were very low on fish and chips, we decided to land at the next available place.
We found a place and landed. We began marching, unit we came to a little sign:
“WELCOME TO GALAECIA: HOME OF THE IBERIANS SINCE 272”

Bren Barae stared at it with disbelief, and then tentatively said:
“Holy mother of god, we are in Iberia.”



NOTE: in about a week an interview with Thermal and me about this AAR will be featured at the TWC. stay tuned, ill be sure to post the link.