After the untimely reduction in production of our Alternative Protein Factory (dead hen in coop) Her Grace commissioned me to wage Unholy War against the masked denizens of the night. Full lethal force against the heathen forces was authorized and encouraged, due to us being greatly outnumbered. Only one man of fighting age in the castle, against a solid 4 or more raccoons...
Initial skirmish last night resulted in one casualty. A rooftop sniper was able to take out a scout shortly after sunset. Further skirmishes resulted in questionable results. It is possible that, assured of a quick victory, a premature celebration at the mead hall impaired our troops' marksmanship.
As a precautionary measure, a cunning trap was laid. From our rations we spared bread of corn, onions, and oily fishes. We placed this offering in the trap, and with the rising of the sun were heartened to find that our fiery eyed foes were considerably less intimidating when not veiled by night.
Initial skirmish last night resulted in one casualty. A rooftop sniper was able to take out a scout shortly after sunset. Further skirmishes resulted in questionable results. It is possible that, assured of a quick victory, a premature celebration at the mead hall impaired our troops' marksmanship.
As a precautionary measure, a cunning trap was laid. From our rations we spared bread of corn, onions, and oily fishes. We placed this offering in the trap, and with the rising of the sun were heartened to find that our fiery eyed foes were considerably less intimidating when not veiled by night.