I have a nice wife, a nice fief too, a castle on a hill with a magnificent view. I have fertile lands, and villages that thrive, hundreds of troops who somehow stay alive. My coffers are heavy, my warband is fed, my enemies see my banner and occasionally drop dead. I have horses and armor, silver and grain, a hall full of nobles complaining again. By every measure, I’ve won at this game. I’ve conquered, grown wealthy, and built up my name. Yet I stand on my battlements when the campaigning is done, watching the mountains fade with the sun. My wife is beside me. My kingdom is strong. My vaults overflow. But something feels wrong. I’ve everything a lord could possibly acquire… Maybe what’s missing another fief to desire. submitted by /u/t-o-m-u-s-a [link] [comments]
’Twas the night before Christmas and all through the village,
Were presents for peasants just ripe for a pillage!
There were arrows for Khergits and axes for Nords,
And little wee horses for little wee lords.
Some wax for the shaft of an axe not yet rubbed,
And butter for feasting, stacked tub onto tub!
The raiders they crept whilst the townspeople slept,
Past the end of the bed they silently stepped.
Of all their plunder they started to think,
“So many new skulls for a Christmastide drink!”
“Oh why do we celebrate this time of year?”
Some wonder “Just what is the reason?”
A man on the road whispered in my ear,
“It’s harvesting season...”
Submitted December 24, 2017 at 08:31PM by Wandering__Bard http://ift.tt/2zqiT57
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