Heeeeeeeeeeeere's David!
Past and Present
Chapter 24
Michael was massively relieved at the continuation, but he noticed a different writing style immediately…
1011:
April 23: Hello, I am David Loarn, King of Scotland and Ireland. My father, Maelsnechtan Loarn, died just two days ago. On his deathbed, he gave me this diary, and told me to continue his legacy. I have spent all my time reading it, and I have been enthralled. I must say, I am also scandalized. In addition to reading, I have taken the liberty of excising parts that I deemed unsuitable, and what was left in was quite enough!
I am also shocked at how my father was when he was younger. For as long as I can remember, he was a broken man. He had little drive or ambition, and was only pushed towards any goals by what he felt was God’s guiding hand.
However, to the point, I have had to remove much was important, and I will discuss in brief important points of my father’s reign: When I was eight, my father had consolidated almost all of Eire, when I was ten, he controlled all of it. On February 4, 1083 my Father broke free of Scotland and crowned himself king of Ireland; as my father had always been loyal, the parting was amiable. However, two years later, war was declared on Scotland; on March 25, 1086, my father gained his second crown, pity he never could see his gains.
Despite this, my father was a coward at heart. He owned Ireland and Scotland, but refused to take England on directly. He merely took a bit at a time, nibbling at the edges; whenever a count or duke rebelled from English rule, he was always taken into Scottish arms quickly. Eventually, my father gained the dukedom of Gwynedd, but still he did not go after the Norman beast.
Reading this diary, I see that it was his blindness, and my witch of a mother that drove Maelsnechtan Loarn to cowardice. Reading what he wrote during his younger years; he was full of valor. I wish I could have been his son at an earlier point so I could have seen this lion. Alas, it was not to be.
Well, I will be the man my father was! I am going to give England a fright it has never known; let it feel Scottish force of arms. I am David Loarn, 29 year old king of Scotland, and I vow to leave my son another crown for his collection.
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I really hope that that was the last unexplained hiatus I have to take. Anyway, happy St. Patrick's Day, happy birthday to me, and happy hopeful continuation of this story.
Past and Present
Chapter 24
Michael was massively relieved at the continuation, but he noticed a different writing style immediately…
1011:
April 23: Hello, I am David Loarn, King of Scotland and Ireland. My father, Maelsnechtan Loarn, died just two days ago. On his deathbed, he gave me this diary, and told me to continue his legacy. I have spent all my time reading it, and I have been enthralled. I must say, I am also scandalized. In addition to reading, I have taken the liberty of excising parts that I deemed unsuitable, and what was left in was quite enough!
I am also shocked at how my father was when he was younger. For as long as I can remember, he was a broken man. He had little drive or ambition, and was only pushed towards any goals by what he felt was God’s guiding hand.
However, to the point, I have had to remove much was important, and I will discuss in brief important points of my father’s reign: When I was eight, my father had consolidated almost all of Eire, when I was ten, he controlled all of it. On February 4, 1083 my Father broke free of Scotland and crowned himself king of Ireland; as my father had always been loyal, the parting was amiable. However, two years later, war was declared on Scotland; on March 25, 1086, my father gained his second crown, pity he never could see his gains.
Despite this, my father was a coward at heart. He owned Ireland and Scotland, but refused to take England on directly. He merely took a bit at a time, nibbling at the edges; whenever a count or duke rebelled from English rule, he was always taken into Scottish arms quickly. Eventually, my father gained the dukedom of Gwynedd, but still he did not go after the Norman beast.
Reading this diary, I see that it was his blindness, and my witch of a mother that drove Maelsnechtan Loarn to cowardice. Reading what he wrote during his younger years; he was full of valor. I wish I could have been his son at an earlier point so I could have seen this lion. Alas, it was not to be.
Well, I will be the man my father was! I am going to give England a fright it has never known; let it feel Scottish force of arms. I am David Loarn, 29 year old king of Scotland, and I vow to leave my son another crown for his collection.
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I really hope that that was the last unexplained hiatus I have to take. Anyway, happy St. Patrick's Day, happy birthday to me, and happy hopeful continuation of this story.
