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| + | == 19th November == | ||
| + | === Summer Day -- [[Taselak]] === | ||
| + | ==== Kraken Snodaert ==== | ||
| + | Kraken went over the Battle reports and was shocked at the resources ding defeat their forces had sustained. The last five minimumeis of Battle were pure slaughter and exactly the kind of slaughter that had been planned to inflict on the ikkies, infantry cutting through skirmishing archers. 30 dead versus 300. This would not do. The hammer needed an anvil. Some solid units of high armoired infantry in stead of these soggy archers. He saw the wounded men four five nobles many more soldiers plod southwards Into Taselak for refitting. | ||
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| + | Underway to Taselak Kraken shares his thoughts with candidly with everyone. | ||
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| + | Lately I have been musing about the nature of fruit. Are we a banana? Soft I side and slimy of peel hoping to trip our enemies with our limpness, are we a coconut hard of head and shelll And tough the meat within. Or are we a prickly pear, butter of flesh and a sting to the touch? Are we a peach a berry squashed under foot? I hope we can be a pineapple grow upright instead of dangling to appease gravity. Alert and to attention. That way we could take And defend what we have gained. Let’s refit and make ourselves into the pineapple of my musings.... | ||
Revision as of 01:14, 20 November 2019
1st November
Summer Day -- Ikalak Prison
Kraken Snodaert
Kraken was Studying the ledger and the roll call. This mornings battle had been a mild succes even though they had to yield the field, losses were light and enough damage had been done. One wounded commander that could hopefully get out soon and not be captured. This would be a quiet week with hopefully a better and stronger army at the end of it. There was still no word of lady Scein and the others imprisoned during the battle of Neralle and its aftermath. Krakens bones chilled when he thought what they might do to their proud Dutchess...
4th November
Summer Evening -- Taselak
Kraken Snodaert
General Kraken took the roster of the commanders in Endelee, quatermaster Andre came in with that sullen look as he handed over the parchment.
How many missing?
About half, melord...
HALF?
Yes melord
So does that mean we expect to gain half a glorious victory?
Half of what melord?
Half a battle? Half the Glory? Or just defeat, plain and simple?
I suppose melord...
OK, Tell the men in Taselak they are expected in Endelee by sunup!
Very well melord, and the women what about the women?
Just get over to the city and tell everybody able to swing a blade or pole to bring it here, come morning, it is not that far, sleeping is for the dead...
Aye melord!
15th November
Summer Day -- Taselak
Armitage IV D'Anglos
Armitage raised her hand when she heard the noble speak
"If no other nobles are brave enough to attempt to rebuild our realm and regions, I will volunteer to be the Lady of that region."
19th November
Summer Day -- Taselak
Kraken Snodaert
Kraken went over the Battle reports and was shocked at the resources ding defeat their forces had sustained. The last five minimumeis of Battle were pure slaughter and exactly the kind of slaughter that had been planned to inflict on the ikkies, infantry cutting through skirmishing archers. 30 dead versus 300. This would not do. The hammer needed an anvil. Some solid units of high armoired infantry in stead of these soggy archers. He saw the wounded men four five nobles many more soldiers plod southwards Into Taselak for refitting.
Underway to Taselak Kraken shares his thoughts with candidly with everyone.
Lately I have been musing about the nature of fruit. Are we a banana? Soft I side and slimy of peel hoping to trip our enemies with our limpness, are we a coconut hard of head and shelll And tough the meat within. Or are we a prickly pear, butter of flesh and a sting to the touch? Are we a peach a berry squashed under foot? I hope we can be a pineapple grow upright instead of dangling to appease gravity. Alert and to attention. That way we could take And defend what we have gained. Let’s refit and make ourselves into the pineapple of my musings....
