The Plains of Ghedo

The last assault from the penguin mafia could only be described as suicidal. Dalsworth later referred to it as "retarded". The Mob Penguins, after being severely routed on the Plains of Ghedo, ordered their greenest, wet behind the ears troops to attack. Scores of veteran divisions lay slain and strewn about the battlefield. So much so that the attacking wave had trouble crawling over them to get to us!

Echo dislodged her sword from the last attacking penguin on the field. She brushed her blood soaked hair from her face and smiled at the rest of us. It was finally over. Penguin Overlords intelligence collecting had once again paid off, and turned the tables on the nefarious penguin mafia. Romeisburning searched the area to harvest still beating penguin hearts for the "Blessings of Boris" ritual we would be holding later. Vulcant scanned the plains for items to hold his famous ARs and giveaways within the coming days.

I took the moment to collect my thoughts and contemplate the days events. My Knights had once again performed above and beyond the call of duty, as is usual. The rank and file preformed admirably, as expected, save one or two week and disappointing cases. Like garaafan who wet himself and turned tail at the mere sight of a penguin on the horizon. All in all it was a good day, we returned to camp for the festivities that were planned. I cannot help but think, though, about the fallen comrades and how taxing this war is on the soul. May the Thrice-Great Jick give me the endurance to run this race to its grisly finish.