Opening post by XxoAeryoxX · #1
Let it be recorded that the heart, though smaller than a fist, has ruined armies more efficiently than winter; when I held my keep, I expected stone to be the whole argument, because a wall is visible and reassuring. Instead, Agincourt’s longbow stayed with me: its reach made the ground dangerous before defenders could answer. Reader, I look at my walls and think first of what can reach them; it cost me the easy comfort of believing masonry speaks last.[1]