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Watching TV hovering above a giant vat of Bleech? ENGLISH please
Watching TV hovering above a giant vat of Bleech? ENGLISH please
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The wagon pulled up some distance from the trenches encircling Bern and a shadow leaped out. Running like the wind through the trenches, past soldiers who were still digging the final trench sections.
The shadow scaled the mighty walls and lept over the top.
Gerard, for it was him. Found himself in a open area just next to the wall.
Quietly, he walked towards one of the houses. He knew exactly what he was to do...
[Outside, trenches]
- I know that you do not give a damn for the honor of France. Foix began. And I definately know that you do not care about the honor of the fatherland either. But, you have things to fight for. You mercenaries, you have your wages to fight for.(cheers from the mercenaries) And you, the conscripts have your own life to fight for, and for the neighbours boy. Be brave, and fight for whatever motivates you. God sent us into this war, and then we will finish it too!
Foix drew his sword, and then:
- Fire! Someone in the ranks screamed. Look! Bern is on fire.
Foix turned around, a large plume of smoke rose in the air from within the fortress of Bern, and the glow of fire could be seen everywhere. Foix turned to one of the colonels:
- We will storm now.
- But sir, many of the troops havent prepared yet.
- I do not care about that either, colonel. We can either jump on this opportunity, or we can let it pass and be slaughtered anyway.
- Yes sir. The colonel said and turned one degree bleaker.
[Bern]
Guisan stood and looked out over Bern, a vast fire had erupted, swallowing much of the city, troops along the city walls left their positions to help stop the fire.
He swore at his misfortune, the french wouldn´t let this moment pass.
And they didn´t.
The gates were crushed under battering rams and french soldiers rushed in, although met by a hail of arrows from the swiss archers in the area, they continued.
A soldier flung out his axe, copping of a helvetians arm and sending him flying five metres to the right.
Within minutes, the city was french.
- Find Guisan, now! Foix ordered, sending troops too serch through the fortified city.
Foix lifted his sword and entered the closest building that wasn´t burning, it was empty, yet as he was leaving, he felt there was something wrong. Stepping back in, he searched through the building, with an increasing feeling that something wasn´t right.
He walked into a dimly lit corner, his hands touched something, a door!
Opening it, Foix stepped into a small chamber, where Two men were kneeling at the floor.
- Look, sir, he found us. There is no turning back now, is it? One of the men said.
- I... I cannot do this. Guisan sniffed, and let a dagger fall to the floor.
As Foix took one step closer, the aide picked up the dagger and pressed it into his own chest.
- Look sir, doesn´t hurt at all! he said before slumping over.
Foix stepped out into the dawn, one of his colonels approached.
- Sir, we couldn´t find him.
- I have, Foix said and wiped a small yet bloody dagger on his sleeve. We´re moving out, men!
As the sodliers left Bern, leaving only a small garrison behind, a dark figure sat on a horse not far away.
- You owe me one. The rider muttered, then spurred his horse.
Back in the smouldering ruins of Bern, a man peeked out of a house.
- You spared my life today, it was a mistake, you have signed your own death sentance, Foix...
The shadow scaled the mighty walls and lept over the top.
Gerard, for it was him. Found himself in a open area just next to the wall.
Quietly, he walked towards one of the houses. He knew exactly what he was to do...
[Outside, trenches]
- I know that you do not give a damn for the honor of France. Foix began. And I definately know that you do not care about the honor of the fatherland either. But, you have things to fight for. You mercenaries, you have your wages to fight for.(cheers from the mercenaries) And you, the conscripts have your own life to fight for, and for the neighbours boy. Be brave, and fight for whatever motivates you. God sent us into this war, and then we will finish it too!
Foix drew his sword, and then:
- Fire! Someone in the ranks screamed. Look! Bern is on fire.
Foix turned around, a large plume of smoke rose in the air from within the fortress of Bern, and the glow of fire could be seen everywhere. Foix turned to one of the colonels:
- We will storm now.
- But sir, many of the troops havent prepared yet.
- I do not care about that either, colonel. We can either jump on this opportunity, or we can let it pass and be slaughtered anyway.
- Yes sir. The colonel said and turned one degree bleaker.
[Bern]
Guisan stood and looked out over Bern, a vast fire had erupted, swallowing much of the city, troops along the city walls left their positions to help stop the fire.
He swore at his misfortune, the french wouldn´t let this moment pass.
And they didn´t.
The gates were crushed under battering rams and french soldiers rushed in, although met by a hail of arrows from the swiss archers in the area, they continued.
A soldier flung out his axe, copping of a helvetians arm and sending him flying five metres to the right.
Within minutes, the city was french.
- Find Guisan, now! Foix ordered, sending troops too serch through the fortified city.
Foix lifted his sword and entered the closest building that wasn´t burning, it was empty, yet as he was leaving, he felt there was something wrong. Stepping back in, he searched through the building, with an increasing feeling that something wasn´t right.
He walked into a dimly lit corner, his hands touched something, a door!
Opening it, Foix stepped into a small chamber, where Two men were kneeling at the floor.
- Look, sir, he found us. There is no turning back now, is it? One of the men said.
- I... I cannot do this. Guisan sniffed, and let a dagger fall to the floor.
As Foix took one step closer, the aide picked up the dagger and pressed it into his own chest.
- Look sir, doesn´t hurt at all! he said before slumping over.
Foix stepped out into the dawn, one of his colonels approached.
- Sir, we couldn´t find him.
- I have, Foix said and wiped a small yet bloody dagger on his sleeve. We´re moving out, men!
As the sodliers left Bern, leaving only a small garrison behind, a dark figure sat on a horse not far away.
- You owe me one. The rider muttered, then spurred his horse.
Back in the smouldering ruins of Bern, a man peeked out of a house.
- You spared my life today, it was a mistake, you have signed your own death sentance, Foix...
Le France
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Sultan Of Swing said:
You think that is funny? Then read 'I Claudius'
EDIT: Sorry if I sound angry or something
Well I might be a bit sadistic
Edit: I could have misinterpreted it as angry, but my paranoia didn't exceed me today
Edit: I could have misinterpreted it as angry, but my paranoia didn't exceed me today
A BIT!?Sultan Of Swing said:Well I might be a bit sadistic
There there, we all know that paranoia is horrible... Yet I do not suffer from it...Edit: I could have misinterpreted it as angry, but my paranoia didn't exceed me today
- What? Who was that? Are you looking at me? Why is that guy holding a knife? Oh goooooo-o-o-o-od....
Gerrrahhh! I am gone for three days, and there are like four updates, but if I check every day no update comes?! What is with that!
It means that our destinies are intwined, you will take my nuff and i will shoot youMr. Capiatlist said:
I didn't know you can own guns in Sweden. Ahh, isn't this nice; both of us in the MEZ (Mittel Europa Zeit)? We can actualy converse!Zuckergußgebäck said:It means that our destinies are intwined, you will take my nuff and i will shoot you
We can own them, but it is a long and tedious process to get them...
Once you actually get5 your hands on them, the target has veolved into something much more sophisticated than you, and the weapon has gotten antique, so you got to get a new one...
Once you actually get5 your hands on them, the target has veolved into something much more sophisticated than you, and the weapon has gotten antique, so you got to get a new one...
I have done some raserch, and I have found that Louis XII was very far from the beloved son of Charles VIII, first of all, he married into the royal family(he was a distant relative already, though). Secondly, he was involved in a rebellion against charles in the 1470:ties and finally intrigued his way into the throne.
This is not acceptable.
Thereby, I suggest the following scenario: The historical Louis XII dies young, as many children of the time did. Charles VIII marries a french duchess or whatever, who gives birth to a son named Louis after his grandfather. The mother dies in labour, yet the son survives.
Is this acceptable?
This is not acceptable.
Thereby, I suggest the following scenario: The historical Louis XII dies young, as many children of the time did. Charles VIII marries a french duchess or whatever, who gives birth to a son named Louis after his grandfather. The mother dies in labour, yet the son survives.
Is this acceptable?
I take your silence as a yes
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Charles brushed some dust of his clothes, he still suffered from attacks of nervousity(OOC: sp?) now and then. yet he was determined to live, at least until he had consolidated his reaalm for his son, he knew that he didn´t have much time left, and he didn´t want his empire to suffer the fate of so many else - namely falling as rival lords fights for the throne.
He walked into the throneroom, it was lage, and very empty.
Walking over to a small table, surrrounded by advisors - incompetent advisors, Charles thought. On the table lay a map of the known word, he put his figer somewere on the map and a loud gasp went out over the room...
Outside the throneroom, Charles bumbed into Louis.
- Well, father, what will happen now?
- They go. Nothing can stop us now!
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Charles brushed some dust of his clothes, he still suffered from attacks of nervousity(OOC: sp?) now and then. yet he was determined to live, at least until he had consolidated his reaalm for his son, he knew that he didn´t have much time left, and he didn´t want his empire to suffer the fate of so many else - namely falling as rival lords fights for the throne.
He walked into the throneroom, it was lage, and very empty.
Walking over to a small table, surrrounded by advisors - incompetent advisors, Charles thought. On the table lay a map of the known word, he put his figer somewere on the map and a loud gasp went out over the room...
Outside the throneroom, Charles bumbed into Louis.
- Well, father, what will happen now?
- They go. Nothing can stop us now!
Easy there, a maximum of one update per day...
'An update a day keeps the doctor away'
'An update a day keeps the doctor away'
Zuckergußgebäck said:Easy there, a maximum of one update per day...
'An update a day keeps the doctor away'
A very good rule I think I should adopt that rule in My AAR's..........
Wait I'm too impatient to do that. Ok Maybe 2 Updates a day MAX!
Thanks, Great reads so far.