Cheese Raid
The moon shines with splendor tonight. Not a single cloud to obscure it, illuminating the land with an eerie glow. On a lonely road leading to Vienna a caravan moves. Twenty caravan guards accompanied by ten halmarian hackapells guard a wagon that brings with it a delicious aroma. One young caravan guard talks to another:
"I don't get why we have to bring along these hackapells, it gets us lesser pay."
The other guard gave him an annoyed look, "these Union fellas seem to be particularly protective of whatever's in that wagon."
The caravan was not alone however; further up the dark road forty bodies move slowly under the grass. Silent as they were, Hershey was still irritated that his men keep giving noise in the form of stomach grumbling and the particular passing of the wind by his right hand man Gunther. He'll put and end to one of those noises tonight though, as the merchant caravan inexplicably comes closer to their ambush site. Hershey had his infamous war peasants form up into two groups of twenty men each positioned on the opposite side of the road.
The caravan was passing them now. Hershey let a third of the caravan get past them before giving the order.
"Now!" Hershey bellowed.
With that the surrounding grass suddenly came to life as bodies of armed men stood up simultaneously around the caravan. ten of each side held a long rope that crosses the road between them. They pulled together and tripped about four horses, all of them the hackapells. Hershey gave himself the satisfaction of slicing down the front legs of another horse of a caravan guard with his massive sword, Fafniel. War Peasants appeared and moved so quickly that they overwhelmed the caravan guards. The hackapells, managed to fire shots from their pistols, but only one war peasant fell while most hit the shields or nothing at all in the darkness. The six remaining hackapells ran away as fast as they can; leaving the caravan guards easy prey to Hershey's hardened peasants. In less then five minutes, those guards that remained were dead.
Hershey went up to the wagon and saw his hulking friend Gunther holding up the merchant above the ground with one hand.
"Uh, what should I do with this one boss?" Asked Gunther
Hershey looked directly at the merchant's scared eyes and spoke
"Now I bet you already know that we are Swadia's War Peasants, and I just can't let you tell that to everybody. What with that sparking a war and all."
"No! I don't know you!" replied the merchant in fear.
"Aw hell he's wetting his breeches." Noticed Gunther as he was admiring the gold bag tied on the merchant's belt.
"I can think up of someone else that's more gross." said Hershey to Gunther with smirk. Turning to the merchant, "You don't? Well now you know. Kill him."
With that Gunther squeezed the poor merchant's neck.
Hershey found all his war peasants staring at him and Gunther with nervous eyes. Hershey quickly changed the mood by bellowing out: "Alright boys! You hungry?"
With that the war peasants' mood changed. "Yes!"
"Well, I present to you, the finest cheese in the world, Halmarian Cheese!"
"Hurrah!"
With a lantern in his hand, Hershey lead his war peasants to the back of the wagon and took a look inside.
Inside the wagon the lantern illuminated, instead of packs of cheese, bearded faces. All of these faces had cheese crumbs on their beards as well as their bodies giving off a yellowish sheen, no doubt butter smeared all over them. Hershey and his war peasants rubbed their eyes. The cheese men inside were all smiling now. Hershey recognized the man on the middle of the butter smeared armed group.
"Furgilforson!"
"Hello Hershey. I'm BACK!"
Furgilforson quickly hefted and swung his giant sword Iselberg. It sliced through the cloth roof of the wagon and went straight for Hershey's head. Hershey managed to pull out his own sword and block it.