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Post by Felicien Clermont-Montmorency on Jul 15, 2011 9:15:56 GMT -5
The pamphlet is current widely available in and around Night's Doorstep. It is pinned to inn doors, to notice boards, and available free in piles both in the streets and in several of shadier establishments for any who wish to take it
More reports from the front lines of the most pointless war in the history of a nation not exactly renowned for pointfulness. One can only presume the overall military strategy involves sending forth the spoiled brats of the aristocracy to incapacitate the Skaldi with laughter. Well, let's not knock it because it seems they've fallen back to a more effective sniggering position while our brave toffs celebrate their “victory” on the corpses of all the unnamed d'Angeline soldiers they so cheerfully sent off to die in vain. So raise a glass, my friends, for the forgotten of fate: let their sacrifice be remembered for its futility.
Anyway, the scores are in:
Alain de Mauvais met his match in a six year old with a rock, Guy de Mereliot was distracted by a pretty woman and fell off his own horse, and Landis de Verreuil misplaced one of his eyes on the end of a Skaldi's sword.
I don't know about everyone else, but I'm proud to be d'Angeline today.
I'll leave the rest of this tale to the bards and the storytellers who I'm sure will want to tell you about nobility, valour and courage.
But I do want to tell you this, my friends: war is bloody, death is ugly, no man's pride (not even a King's) is worth another man's life (not even a peasant's). The worst of peace is far better than the best of war. Think on that, and feel what I feel: angry and ashamed.
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