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Victory Looms
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Five men sat around the dark, misty room, smoking medieval cigars and dealing out cards. One was the leading Funnish general, Lord Raemond. He donned a full military apparel, and had the perfect, Stalinist moustache to match. Two of them were important Funnish advisors, who basically agreed to do whatever Mob said. They learnt from their predecessors mistakes. One was a strange man from a foreign country, known only as [REDACTED]. He seemed reasonably twitchy, and rightly so. Far away from home and in the middle of a war-torn, politically unstable country, his life was exactly guaranteed. And the fifth person had his signature greedy smile plastered across his face. Mob the Glorious.

The wiry foreigner coughed once, possibly to get Mob's attention (but more likely due to all the smog). "Ehm, Mob, do you want to get down to business now?" Mob looked hazily through his eyes, and gave the man a slight nod. Knowing his cue, the man reached under his seat and brought up a bulging sack. After heaving it onto the table, ducats upon ducats spilled across the table. The general and the advisors all stood up in shock, but Mob remained seated, his smile growing ever wider.

"Thank you, Fr""drick," said Mob, "When you go back to your master, tell him we shall pay him back for this once the Wodenburg cities are plundered and their wealth is ours." Mob nodded towards Fr""drick, who thanked Mob for the leave and quickly bumbled out of the room.

"Mob, how did you get all this money?" Asked the stunned advisor. "I have my contacts, L"renz". Now that the idiotic Albions have landed on the mainland, and there's only about 1,500 of them left, we shall overcome them easily. With the 300 ducats we received, our army will over double them, plus we will wield steel weaponry". Mob leant forwards on his chair and smirked.

"The Albions won't know what hit them".

EFFECT: 3,000 soldiers are bought using 3oo ducats received from a friend. They are currently marching towards Gateon Port, or wherever the hell the Albion military is now, and we will smash them. Do not do this roll without me

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