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7/2/2025, 7:42:30 PM
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>>6268821
You decided to walk towards the mirror, entranced by the words of this woman. You walked towards this silver basin slowly, carefully, before watching in it's waters. And what you saw was more than surprising.
It was as if you felt a morning fog in a dark forest, in a climate of late autumn instead of spring. As instead of your doublet you felt on you the weight of a chainmail armor, no, of a scale armor. And you heard the footsteps of an army marching. It was not an army that you already saw, no, there were no knights in brightly coloured tabards, it was something else entirely. A mass of infantrymen in mail or scale armor, with oval shields and some strange helmets. The men wore short hair, shorter than what noblemen in your time would have, and many had impressive mustaches instead of being clean shaven. A rare group of men was on horses, one of them wore a crown and had a thick mustache and a commanding air. They spoke another language, not french, something close to the German dialects or what passes for a tongue amongst the Flemish. Many of them seemed tired. It was when javelins and arrows flew, even some stones hurled by slingers... Slingers... Who used slings. The mustachied man with a crown was screaming orders, the men in the column formed as savage men, perhaps sometimes more lightly equipped, charged them. Swords and spears clashed with shields, men screamed, pierced or hacked into pieces.
One of the men around the king hacked at his enemies, killing many of them with a prowess with the sword that was very impressive, almost as impressive as what you saw with Servmiabarel. This man screamed at one of the soldiers, a heavily armoured man in a line who looked to have noble bearing and a helmet one of many heavy troops who protected their sovereign against this ambush.
-Humbert !
He then pointed towards somewhere and told something in his tongue. But the name, Humbert, and the face of the man that you saw close. He was looking like you, not too much of course, but the high cheekbones, the blonde hair. Well, he had a mustache that fell on both sides of his head but he nodded at the indication of this great warrior. He reminded you of your father a little bit. Humbert... Humbert the throat slitter... The founder of your Dynasty ? May it be him ? The first man who held Villeroi as a fief ? He was with Charlemagne... was this king who was commanding his armies and now striking some scum who tried to unhorse him Charlemagne. No, Charlemagne had a beard, he was "l'Empereur à la barbe fleurie", the emperor with the flowered beard, wich meant the thick beard, according to the poets. Or had they lied ? The legendary warrior near him, someone addressed him as "Roland" even if it was strangely pronounced. Might it be Roland ? The Count Roland ? One of Charlemagne's paladins... And who were these knaves ?
>>6268821
You decided to walk towards the mirror, entranced by the words of this woman. You walked towards this silver basin slowly, carefully, before watching in it's waters. And what you saw was more than surprising.
It was as if you felt a morning fog in a dark forest, in a climate of late autumn instead of spring. As instead of your doublet you felt on you the weight of a chainmail armor, no, of a scale armor. And you heard the footsteps of an army marching. It was not an army that you already saw, no, there were no knights in brightly coloured tabards, it was something else entirely. A mass of infantrymen in mail or scale armor, with oval shields and some strange helmets. The men wore short hair, shorter than what noblemen in your time would have, and many had impressive mustaches instead of being clean shaven. A rare group of men was on horses, one of them wore a crown and had a thick mustache and a commanding air. They spoke another language, not french, something close to the German dialects or what passes for a tongue amongst the Flemish. Many of them seemed tired. It was when javelins and arrows flew, even some stones hurled by slingers... Slingers... Who used slings. The mustachied man with a crown was screaming orders, the men in the column formed as savage men, perhaps sometimes more lightly equipped, charged them. Swords and spears clashed with shields, men screamed, pierced or hacked into pieces.
One of the men around the king hacked at his enemies, killing many of them with a prowess with the sword that was very impressive, almost as impressive as what you saw with Servmiabarel. This man screamed at one of the soldiers, a heavily armoured man in a line who looked to have noble bearing and a helmet one of many heavy troops who protected their sovereign against this ambush.
-Humbert !
He then pointed towards somewhere and told something in his tongue. But the name, Humbert, and the face of the man that you saw close. He was looking like you, not too much of course, but the high cheekbones, the blonde hair. Well, he had a mustache that fell on both sides of his head but he nodded at the indication of this great warrior. He reminded you of your father a little bit. Humbert... Humbert the throat slitter... The founder of your Dynasty ? May it be him ? The first man who held Villeroi as a fief ? He was with Charlemagne... was this king who was commanding his armies and now striking some scum who tried to unhorse him Charlemagne. No, Charlemagne had a beard, he was "l'Empereur à la barbe fleurie", the emperor with the flowered beard, wich meant the thick beard, according to the poets. Or had they lied ? The legendary warrior near him, someone addressed him as "Roland" even if it was strangely pronounced. Might it be Roland ? The Count Roland ? One of Charlemagne's paladins... And who were these knaves ?
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