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]
I had finally built my knighthood order into a respectable force, all outfitted with Noldor weaponry and armor. I took a group of them out in order to gain renown for the glory of my knights, and encountered a massive army of peasants. I had never seen a peasant army before, and thought it would be fun to fight. So I attacked.
As the battle began, it was only I and thirteen companions, and we rode about pelting the slow moving peasant horde with arrows. Eventually we ran out, and charged in. As my companions fell, my knights slowly came in. Eventually it was I and my knights in a horde of vile beggars, slashing everything in reach. After a long battle, multiple horses, and many dead peasants, we stood victorious: 100 men having defeated 1000. My armor was a lovely shade of red at the end.
TLDR: killed a bunch of peasants.
Submitted December 19, 2017 at 05:13PM by Halbeorn http://ift.tt/2BgP5xz
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