The Sexual Battles of the Civil War

[MtnAngelWV]

I reached out and took the papers the general offered to me. My given name is Charlotte Turner but for this mission I will be known as Katherine Belle. I am to go behind enemy lines to garner information regarding the Confederate forces. I have trained for this going on six months now. It took quite some time to convince the generals that I would be an incredible agent for the North.

My natural beauty and feminine wiles were my main weapons. I was also a skilled marksman, the art taught to me over the years by my father. After he was killed in battle I vowed to seek vengance against the Rebels that caused his untimely demise.

Dressed in a riding habit that consisted of cream breeches, unheard of for a lady, and a white shirt, I mounted my horse and set off for my destination. Another spy had wired the general that a battalion was forming in Savannah and would soon be heading north. I was to travel to Georgia to obtain the information needed to thwart their efforts. Soldiers were most likely to reveal their plans to a woman willing to share their boudoir. I would gladly compromise my body for the cause!



OOC: for anyone wanting to join, please refer to the OOC thread of the same name! Submit your character description there! Everyone is welcome! Thanks!

 

[Scruffy]

Maj. Leary

The summer sun was blistering as my men of the North Carolina 33rd accompanied me to Savannah. I had gotten my orders to leave the western fighting straight from Gen. Lee himself, which meant that something rather large was going to be happening.

My men were tired, but resiliant. We had had some victories over some of Grant's forces in Tennesee and I was convinced that whatever my new orders were it would carry a promotion with it.

Lieutennant Pearsall, my personal aide rode along side me.

"Major, we're a few hours ride from Savannah now. Shall we press on?"

"No, Tell the boys we'll be taking in a nights rest here. No sense running them all ragged to make it to the coast so I can check into a hotel early" I say, with no facial expression to infer whether I was doing this out of concern for the men or my own road induced tedium.

"Very good, Sir."

 

[The Author]

Clerval the deserter

I had been going through these woods for quite sometime. In the last few months, though, I had been spending most of my time in the wilderness, and I had gradually grown aware of how it worked, how it moved, sounded, looked and smelled.
I was at home here.

A house was on the hill, a rich plantation owner, no doubt. I wondered a bit, wondered if they were confederates or if they'd been overrun by Yankee forces. Either way, I could con my way in for a nice night of rest and a meal - if they were confederates, I'd give them the same old sob story, about my unit being wiped out south of here, and escaping only through having been dumped in the river in an explosion.
If they were yankees? Well, then I was poor farmer who'd been hounded by rebel sappers seeking a place to eat - yeah, they burned my farm up real good, sir. Shame. I'm a-looking fer Richmond, to find a boatride to my sick sister, yea yea, all the same.

Who was I going to be today?
"Don move!" A nervous, obviously female voice shouted at the top of the hill. A musket was trained on me as I turned around.
"Ahm just passin' through." I said.
"Confederate or Yankee?" She asked. I hoped she wasn't a good shot - there was no way of knowing who she was siding with.
"Just a farmer. My farm got cleaned out by some troops while I was out visitin' my poor sick mother." I said, hoping it worked
"Liah!" She shouted, firing the gun in huff and puff of smoke. Fortunately she wasn't a great shot and the gun was older than most. I dashed away, through the bushes and trees. Dogs could be heard off in the distance. "Damn!" I thought, crossing a shallow stream that only MIGHT throw off the dogs. I ran into the road, and was almost hit by a stagecoach. The driver stopped and peered over the side, sidearm leveled at me. It was a more accurate gun, and he wasn't likely to miss from this range.
"What in tarnation are you runnin' from, mister?" The man asked, a thick yankee accent permeating his voice.
"Rebs!" I said in my best Irish accent. "Th' rebels is comin!"
I noticed the US army patch on his shoulder. This was something official. I lept onboard as he gave me a hand up, and we were off like a dart.
"Wha's in th' steel box 'ere laddie?" I asked him, keeping up the charade.
"Important folks." He said....

 

[eepy]

Maddie

I sighed with relief when Major Leary gave the order to halt for the night. The days of marching had been hard... even harder than the many months I had spent over kettles of scalding water and soiled clothes.

The men were beginning to set up camp and settle down for the night. I knew that this was the time of day that they got especially lonely, missing the wives they had left behind. And the few women in the camp did not tend to be very tempting. The recruited nurses, laundresses and cooks were to be "over 30 and plain." I was an exception to the rule though... a charity case, really. Many times since my husband had died, and even before, soldiers and officers alike had tried flirting with me as the prospective of another lonely night had approached. I had always refused them and stayed close to the large, motherly head cook for protection, keeping my dignity and reputation firmly intact.

My need for money to pay for the medicine and doctors my young daughter needed, however, had overpowered my sense of propriety. Having overheard from gossiping women the high wages that a woman working as a prostitute could make in a camp full of lonely soldiers and officers, I had decided that the first man to flirt with me this evening would get what he was after... but only if the price was right...

 

[The Author]

A change in plans.

Onboard the Yankee stagecoach, I urged the frantic messenger to go faster, telling him that the rebs were right behind us. When we reached the peak of the next hill, he realized I was lying - he saw the rebels camped at the top of the next hill over.
"You're leadin' me into a trap!" He exclaimed, right before I shoved him over. I grabbed the reigns and brought the stagecoach down the hill.

After convincing the guards that I was not only the sole survivor from my unit, but I had also captured a stagecoach with important people on it, I stepped off and allowed the men to take two very frightened women from the coach - I chuckled when I thought about what such southern gentlemen might come to in conditions like these with captive beautiful women.
"Who's in charge 'ere?" I asked, reverting back to my southern accent.
"Majah Leary." The man said. "But we need you on th' front."
"Maybe you misunderstood...." I said, thinking quickly. "But ah'm not a soldier, ah'm a doctor."
"A doctor?" The man asked, surprised.
"Yes indeed." I said. "Doctor Frank Garrett at yaw service."
"We need some doctahs, somethin' bad."
"I'll get right on it." I said. "I know my way around a camp, I"ll see what I can do."

I kept an eye out. My plan from here was to get some information and exchange it for some favors in the underground railroad - north, always north - I reminded myself. This nation was going to hell in a handbasket, and I intended to be in Canada before it got there.

 

[SexyChele]

Gennie Hampton

I sit on the veranda overlooking the serenity of the back lawn. At least here the War has not yet invaded. As I fan myself from the incredibly oppressive heat, I read once more the brief letter that had just arrived that morning from Savannah:

"Dearest Eugenia,
I am a friend of your Aunt Beatrice, whom I know you have never known that well. She has taken ill, and it is suspected that she will not survive the illness upon her. It is therefore, with most humble sorrow that I ask you to please come to Savannah immediately to offer comfort and solace to your father's only sister.

As her only living relative, you must consider this to be your duty. I do pray you will arrive in time.

Respectfully yours,
Hannah Blakemore "

I had remembered hearing of my Aunt Bea as a young girl, but there had been differences between my father and her, and the two had never been close. I believe I only met the woman once, and she was rather nasty at that. But, still, she was family, and sick at that.

But to travel now! Why, our brave Confederate soldiers were doing their best to protect and fight for the Confederacy, but there were rumors that Yankee soldiers were roaming the countryside. Travel could be difficult at best.

I'm torn....feeling an obligation to this old woman on one hand, yet feeling nothing of kinship towards her on the other.

I call Sarah, my personal servant, out to me on the veranda.

"Yes, ma'am?" she asks.

"Pack up my trunk, Sarah, and your things as well. We leave for Savannah tomorrow morning. Have Jonathan make all of the necessary arrangements for travel. Have him see if trains are available, if not, then we will go by coach."

"But, ma'am, I's heard its powerful dan'grous travelin' now!"

"Don't be silly! There are many Confederate soldiers around who will gladly see to the protection of a lady travelling to her sick aunt's bedside. Now, go - there's a lot to do with packing and getting this house locked up. I don't know when I shall return."

As she leaves, I look at the letter once more. A feeling of foreboding overcomes me. Maybe I shouldn't make this trip? People were saying that Georgia was becoming too involved right now, Charleston was safe. I sigh, looking at the fragile flowers blooming around me, breathing deeply of their perfume on the hot, humid air. I rise up from the chair, and make my way to my bedroom, to oversee the packing for the trip.

Jonathon comes back later that afternoon and tells me the trains are reserved for only military travellers, but he was able to get passage on a coach for Savannah. Now, more irritated, I have Jonathan make arrangements for the trunks of clothing to be shipped on ahead of us, and then go to my room where I undress only to the barest of coverings and lay down on my bed to sleep. The deep humidity pervades the evening air, as I fitfully try to find some sleep before leaving in the morning.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Katherine Belle - Yankee Spy

The hard was rough and long but after three days I arrived at my destination. The papers I had been provided worked in the way they were intended. Each time I was stopped by the rebels I was allowed to pass. The cover story had been that I was attempting to find the slaves that escaped from my plantation in Atlanta.

The heat was sweltering as I walked into the river just outside of Savannah. I needed to refresh my tired, aching body and redress in more appropriate clothing. When I heard the approaching hoofs I jumped at knowing that I was unprotected. My pistol was lodged in my breeches on the shore. I swam to the brush along the shore and hoped that I would not be discovered.

 

[Adrian_Matthew]

A young man of the North Carolina 33rd. My family owned a large plantation, home to over 300 slaves. My father was ill and unable to fight, my brother had left and went to fight for the north. He was always the rebel in the family, I knew slavery was cruel... and I suppose it was probobally wrong, but none of that mattered. I was fighting for my home, I wouldn't abandon my family, leave my home. They'd destroy it, the slaves were all we had.

I'm 17, gonna be 18 tommorow (Don't worry moderators...) I worked to hard on the plantation right along with the slaves, ours weren't treated too harshly, especially now that father was sick. I left discipline up to Caleb, our black overseer who was now pretty much running the place, with a little direction from my mother Catherine. And hear I was fighting. I have sun streaked blond hair with dark green eyes, and deeply tanned skin from laboring in the fields.

 

[Destiny_Brent]

Another young man, also from the 33rd, he is an arogant asshole pretty much. He is about 6'2" and never had to work for anything a day in his life. he went into this thinking he'll be the most brilliant and heroic soldier in this war, we'll see how that pans out. His daddy, the governor, did get him up pretty high in ranks, and he was often the Major would send on duties, after Ltn. Pearsall of course. (Unless you want someone to be Pearsall then I can be him! Let me know Major ) He was the overseer of his fathers plantation back home, a cruel dictator over the slaves.




(Hey if we need any female characters let me know, I can manage a double duty of maybe a new nurse and all.)

 

[ariosto]

Because of her light draft and low silouette the screw driven 'Cherokee Rose' was one of the few blockade runners that could still slip into Savannah. The brown waters of the river swirled around the dark grey hull of the rakish ship as captain Girand looked intently into the murky light of dawn for the first sight of the town's
church spires...and there it was! The rising sun striking off Saint Johns.

"Fire a rocket Mister Davis, let 'em know we're here."

Jessie Davis the first mate knuckled his brow and went forward to attend to it. In an hour the Rose would be tied up on River street and the military factors would be all over her claiming and bidding for the enfields, bayonettes, cartridges and war goods she was carrying. Before noon though a sweeter and more gentle invasion would take place as those more interested in perfume and lace, bolts of mauve cloth and petticoats came aboard.
Brett fully expected to be dining on Bull street
with one of those lovely customers in a few hours.

 

[The Author]

There, in the camp...

Frank chuckled to himself. The pretty young thing there was tired of nurses wages, it seemed. He was looking for a nice time, so he checked his pockets. Empty as usual. He looked around, officer's tents, some seemed to be vacant, and no doubt they'd have a bit of cash in there somewhere. Of course, this would have secondary benefits - no doubt the officers would have told the girl things - information, information he could trade for help in the underground railroad. Yes, she would do just nicely, in looks and in what she knew.
He stepped into an officer's tent when no one seemed to be looking, and headed for the desk. Suddenly, he heard a man and a woman outside, the man chuckling and the girl giggling. As the tent flap flopped open, Frank dove under the makeshift bed, and he had hidden himself quite well by the times the lights came on. He hoped it would be the prostitute he'd seen earlier - if this officer told her some secrets, then he wouldn't have to pay for them - if it was someone else, say the officer's wife - well then, he'd probably tell her something too. Either way, things were looking up - so long as he didn't get caught. His mind raced, he hadn't heard the whore outside, so he didn't know who was in the man's bed, but he heard someone sit down. He quietly exhaled and got comfortable. "I might be under here for a while." He thought.

 

[Marigold]

Jo Bonner

I huddle before a campfire, staring balefully down at my feet, blistered and bleeding from the relentless marching. One of the young men beside me claps me on the back in a jovial manner. "Cheer up, Bonner!" he laughs, "Yer feet'll toughen up in no time a'tall!" I offer the fellow a weak smile in return and pull my cap lower over my face. Tomball, I think his name is. Private Tomball. I wonder what Tomball would say to me if he knew I was really a nineteen-year-old woman instead of the green boy they all assume me to be. Green, yes, but definately not a boy. I blink to hold back the tears of pain as I put my worn boots back on, borrowed...no...stolen from my twelve-year-old brother Caleb. How worried my poor mama must be about me, but I had to do this, I had to. None of my brothers had the balls to come fight, to come make the Yankees pay for Daddy's death. Calm down, Jo, they said. Daddy's dead. There's nothing to do but go on working the farm. Why don't you find yourself a husband and stop pestering us? My face twists in disgust. Find a husband, indeed. No, I came to fight, and the recruiting officers are so desperate they didn't look to closely at fifteen-year-old "Joe" Bonner. Nor did they ask too many questions. A grim smile settles over my face and I silently yearn for a battle, so I can spill the blood of the men who murdered my father.

 

[Adrian_Matthew]

I walked up towards the campfire tiredly rubbing my shoulder as I went. I was a little tired but sleep wouldn't come so I decided to head out and see what everyone was up to. Tomball and Bonner were allready out there.

"Hey guys..."

I sat down scratching my brow quickly as I yawned.

"So what's going on...?"

 

[Blackbich]

Willow Simmons

OOC: Sorry, I didn't know this thread had been started. I'll try to incorporate my character without stepping on any toes.

IC: I felt a wave of relief wash over me when I realized I had made it out of the county without being discovered. It had been easier than I thought. With the menfolk gone to fight with the Yanks, the only man to watch over us was the overseer. I just snuck out of the shack come nighttime. They never checked on the us after dark so I knew I'd have some kind of headstart. I had been on the road for three days, seemed like forever really. I am getting pretty hungry though, it's been at least a day and 1/2 since I've had food.

I suddenly think back to the hymns we used to sing in the fields. If the white folk had really known what that was all about we would have all been in some bad trouble. Those hymns had given me all the instruction I needed for running. I knew to travel at night, sleep during the day, stay off the roads as much as possible, walk in the middle of the creeks when you can, and always follow the 'north' star. Guess that water thing really works. I thought I heard some dogs about two days after I had left Johnson House but no one ever caught up with me.

Sally forged a travel pass for me in case I was stopped. I was confident that I'd be able to convince them it was for real. After all, even though I had been in the fields for over a year, I had been raised in the house. I can speak real prim and proper like and could act like a lady. Sure, I could make them think Miss Rebekah had really sent me to help her sister up north in Virginia if I had to.

I finally saw dawn on the horizon and began looking for some sort of shelter; a burned out house, cellar, anything along those lines. About 1/2 mile down the road, I found it - an abandoned shack off the main road. Before laying down to sleep, I once again prayed to both Allah and the white man's God that he see me safely out of Mississippi and up north where I could finally be free and do what I could to help the Yankees win freedom for the rest of my people. My last thought before drifting off to sleep was wondering how far I had to go until I was finally free.

 

[Marigold]

OOC: Reading back on things, I can see everyone else is past tense, which makes more sense, so forgive me skipping tracks this way, but I'm going to follow the crowd on this one...
Description: Jo is tiny, even for a girl. Barely five feet and 95 lbs, with hazel eyes and dark blond hair. Her face is delicate, but usually has a stubborn jut to it. All in all, she's a bad candidate to masquerade as a boy, but she's banking on the fact that mostly people don't see what they don't want to.

Jo Bonner

I glanced over at the other young soldier, who's name I either hand't caught, or had forgotten completely. I cleared my throat and dropped my voice an octave, even though it's not usually high-pitched, I figured it best to err on the side of caution.
"Nothin' much. I'm jest tryin' to keep my feel from fallin' ta pieces." This much was true, at least. Even now, the pain was enough to make my stomach lurch, and I set my tin plate of some sort of brown gravy with the occasional piece of beef or potato floating in it aside. Tomball laughed his loud laugh. "Damn, Bonner, iffen ya ain't gonna eat that, kin I have it? No need ta go wastin' perfectly good stew!" Stew? So that was what it was. "Go ahead, Tomball." I watched him scarf the greasy mess down and hoped I wouldn't vomit.

 

[Adrian_Matthew]

He chuckled a bit,

"Ya din work t' much at home or wha?"

I shrugged and took a bowl of stew,

"Ya prob'ly should eat tha'..."

Too late, Tomball allready was guzzling it down, I gave a quick look of disgust as the slop rolled down his cheeks,

"Man, it ain't a trough."

I shook my head and looked at her for a second shaking my head,

"Anyways, ya gotta keep yer strength up, and we ain't likely to get nutin' bettah."

 

[tmuyo]

derrick-- yankee lieutenant

i survey the dismal battle field we took from the rebs. we were still moving bodies and tending to the wounded. the smoke of the battle rises slowly and hangs in the air like a fog. the mornings air is still crisp and i feel a pang of sorrow when i hear how many we lost this time. i turn and speak to my men, wounded and those in health.

"today we had a hard won fight, and although we kicked those backward rebs home, we lost many a good man today. although the rebs thik they made us weaker with these quick attack onslaughts, but they're wrong," i start to raise my voice, "with each man of ours they take down it means we must take down five of theirs. we will kick these sons of bitches back to their homes and with their tail between their legs. we'll show the rebs what a damn yankee can do, we'll spill the fields with their blood and avenge our brothers in arms that we've lost today and every other day," i start to yell, "let's go get johnny reb and muder the bastard!!!"

my men as loyal as they are have gotten the only morale booster i can get right now. being on the frontlines is tough and although we are slowly taking this area back it can go to either side. i'll have to see if i can find some women to entertain them.

"for a job well done, i am taking the whiskey from the convoy, and we're going to enjoy the feeling of freedom, that which we will force these rebs to understand."

now i hear the shouts of the men i've come to hold so dear. these are the men that would follow me to hell and take on lucifer himself.

i go and speak with the quarter master about procurring and issuing some finer entertainment. with a nod and a smirk he leaves my personal quarters. i look to the only thing keeping me going. the letters from my wife. her descriptions of our twins as they grow. every night i read these letters, trying to imagine being home, working my crops and spending time with sharon, and the kids.

 

[Scruffy]

OOC: I was kind of assuming Pearsall to be a minor character and someone who would just be my go-fer so you'd probably would want to be your own man, but hey I'm easy going and if it works for you then I can get a new go-fer .

IC: With camp set up and the boys all retiring to do whatever it may be that enlisted men do when they aren't marching it was time for me to get some food, confer with my officers and see if I couldn't get a few hours sleep before we pressed on. I sat down in the one good chair I still had with me and took out some of the dried tobacco I still had with me. I emptied the contents of my pouch into the hand crafted pipe that had been in my family for so long, I searched my clothes for matches but found none.

"Pearsall! Pearsall" I waited for his reply

"Sweet sassafras that boy is never around when I need him"

Stepping out of my tent I began to look for someone to fetch me the things I needed from the supply seargent. I only found Throwoddy, the guard assigned to my tent.

"Private, where have the men gone?"

"W-well, sir" He stammered in his thick Carolina drawl. "Most of the boys have either tucked in for the night or are getting up to an awful whoop and holler playing games and the like"

"Yes, well, good." I replied. Then I noticed a sight that was most welcoming to my eyes. One of the women we kept on staff was in sight. What is her name, I thougt, Ah yes the widow of that poor Alcott boy.

"Oh Ms. Alcott" I cried hoping to get her attention as she walked past.

"Yes Major?" was her confident reply

"Could you be a peach and collect some things for me from the Supply Tent?I do hate to be a bother but I need matches and some kind of food for the evening." I said with a tired smile on my face.

 

[Marigold]

Jo Bonner

I watched Tomball eat the stew with something akin to horror, and when the fellow whose name I couldn't remember suggested I eat something else, I lost the battle to keep the bit of hard tack I had managed to choke down in my belly, and I stumbled off into the trees on feet that screamed with protest as I ran the short distance. To my eternal embarrassment, I wretched into the bushes. Some soldier I made. I'd have to be stronger, better than the rest of them if I was to survive. I heard Tomball's laughter follow me into the night as I knelt, holding my stomach. He said something to our other companion about kids. I'd show Tomball. I'd show them all. I'd be the best damn rebel the Confederate Army had to offer. I repeated this to myself over and over as the heaves abated, and I was left shaking and weak, but with a new determintion burning like liquid fire in my veins.

 

[SexyChele]

Gennie

I finally reached Savannah with a throbbing headache, only to discover there was no one to meet me. Managing to make it to the address given as my Aunt Bea's, I discovered the house full of people. I identified myself to a skinny, old spinster who introduced herself as Hannah Blakemore.

"Your aunt passed last night, Miss Hampton," she informed me, "it would have been nice had you been here."

Not at all pleased with her tone, I couldn't let that show through...

"Miss Blakemore, I assure you, I did everythin' in my power to arrive just as soon as I could. Transportation isn't like what it used to be before the War you know."

"Well, the undertaker is already here, but a coffin needs to be secured in this heat. Also, your aunt had told me that I would be, ah, compensated for my services for assistin' her during her illness."

My eyes narrowed at this bit of selfish news. I looked to Jonathan and asked that he speak to the undertaker about any details to be done. And then I told Miss Blakemore that as soon as the will was read, and I was aware of how much money my aunt had, I would be sure to compensate her.

Walking into the house, I was a bit taken aback by the smell of sickness and death. I had Sarah open the windows to try to air out the house, then went upstairs to rest.

After my aunt had been removed from the house, I began to think that I would need something in black to wear to the funeral. I had no intention on going into mourning, but I certainly had to wear something appropriate. One of the women had told me that none of the dressmakers had any fine material anymore - the damn Yankees had taken take of that. But I was told to go down to the river, that sometimes boats, blockade-runners really, often had merchandise to sell.

So, with a still throbbing headache, I had Sarah lace me into a mint green muslin dress with wide-brimmed straw-hat and set out to the river front. Of course this was no place for a lady to be, but under the circumstances, I had no choice.

As Sarah and I strolled past the boats, my parasol held high to keep off the scorching sun, I was directed to a ship called the "Cherokee Rose" - the captain had just arrived and had full cargo. It was easy to find the beautiful ship - it seemed as though every belle in Savannah were aboard. Well, not many of them would be looking for black, I imagined.

Sarah and I boarded, and I glanced admiringly at the many fine pieces of cloth on board. An emerald green silk caught my fancy, but finances had to be watched in these times. Finally, I located a length of black muslin that would serve my purpose. With Sarah carrying the piece, I sought out the captain to negotiate a price.

It was easy to find him - tall and handsome, if ever a man not to trust, this was he. Making my way towards him, I tapped him on the shoulder, and when he turned, I could feel his eyes raking over my form - from the dark curls of my hair, to my creamy shoulders and cinched in waist. Oh well, no matter...

"Excuse me, Cap'an Girand? I'm interested in purchasin' this piece of muslin, and would like negotiate a price with you if you have the time?"

Of course, not wanting to pay full price, I looked up at him from under my lashes and gave him my most brilliant smile.

 

[ariosto]

Savannah...on the Cherokee Rose

The lady in the mint green muslin dress, black curls and wide brimmed straw hat, looked awfully familiar to Brett. When she batted those long lashes he was sure of it.

"Why Jenny Dobbs!. It is you!...Have you still got that black silk kimona I brought you from Yedo?...Lord I thought Madame Pearl was going to tear it off your back!"

He put his arm around her shoulder and continued...
"How are all the girls at the Red Garter? Hell that was the whole reason I'd put into Charleston....yessir.
Now how about Opal and Fat Annie and...OWWWWWWW!!!"

A slap in the face and a dainty pointed boot in the shin stopped the captain from any more reminiscing.

Glancing swiftly around to see if anyone had overheard Gennie slapped him with her fan for good measure.

"I assure you Captain Girand that you are grossly mistaken.
How you could entertain such a vile thought is most difficult to believe.
Honestly!"

Was that a hint of a smile on her pretty red lips?

 

[Marigold]

Jo Bonner

Recovering from my social visit with the local shrubbery, I took myself off to my bedroll, bypassing Tomball and the others still huddled around the campfire. I saw the flash of a flask as it was passed from one man to the next, and knew that mischief would follow, more like than not. I rolled myself in my wool blanket and fell instantly asleep, even as the thought that I'd never be able to flitted idly through my head.

 

[Adrian_Matthew]

Adrian

I smiled a bit then watched as he ran off suddenly towards the woods, stumbling the entire way. Soon she was heaving into a bush, I chuckled slightly and shook my head.

"He'll toughen up eventually, can't be a boy for long in the army."

I glanced over as he straightened himself,

"You allright?"

 

[Thor's Hammer]

General Beauregard Thor

OOC: General Thor is a Major General in the CSA Army. He is tall, distinguished, greying, with piercing blue eyes. His uniform is of the finest material, soft grey, with glistening epaulettes of rank on his shoulders. His duties are varied; General Lee trusts him implicitly with the most delicate missions. He is nearing Savannah. The General wanted first hand feedback on the readiness of the new battallion. The Army of Northern Virginia sorely needed new blood. General Thor is cool, calculating, and known for his ruthlessness when the occasion demands.

IC: "Clip, clop,clip clop." The hoofbeats almost lulled one to sleep. The ride from Atlanta had been a long one, but the General was always in a hurry. As General Lee liked to say, "Thor, if we control information, we may yet win this war."

The horse was a fine white stallion, a gift from the General. General Lee's own fine charger, 'Traveller' had sired this magnificant animal.

A river wound its sleepy way beside the road. "What is that," I thought. There was a flash of white - or was it my imagination?" With my hand on my sword, I nudged my horse closer to the river....

 

[eepy]

Maddie

"Of course, Major Leary, I'll see what I can do," I replied, smiling extra sweetly. Heading off to the supply tent and the make-shift kitchen, I returned in a few minutes with a large basket loaded with a few matches and a meal of bread, cheese, some sort of stew and a fresh batch of coffee. Straightening my plain navy-blue skirt and trying to smooth my stubborn curls, I paused in front of the opening to the major's tent. Daringly, I opened the top few buttons of the bodice of my dress, exposing my smooth neck and delicate collarbones. "Major Leary, sir... I have the things you asked for. Should I... come in?" Waiting for his response, I crossed my fingers, hoping that this would be the opportunity I'd been wanting... surely the major would be able to pay me prettily for an evening of pleasure, and my darling Emma would be able to get the care she so desparately needed...