Tiedot
- Luokittelu
- Kirjallisuus ja lehdet
- Perustettu
- 1.3.2007
- Tilastot
- Käyntejä: 1 150 (1.7.2008 alkaen)
- Koko
- 13 jäsentä
- Tyttöjä: 3 (24 %)
- Poikia: 10 (76 %)
- Keski-ikä
- 30,1 vuotta
- Otos: 12 jäsentä
- Tyttöjen keski-ikä: 24,7 vuotta
- Poikien keski-ikä: 31,9 vuotta
- Ylläpitäjä
- Samu_I
Jäsenet (13)
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"There is a way of battle. In the end the shield walls must meet and the slaughter will begin and one side will prevail and the other will be beaten down in a welter of butchery, but before the blades clash and before the shields crash, men must summon the nerve to make the charge. The two sides stare at each other, they taunt and insult each other.
The young fools of each army will prance ahead of the wall and challenge their enemy to single combat, they will boast of the widows they plan to make and of the orphans who will weep for their fathers’ deaths. And the young fools fight and half of them will die, and the other half strut their bloody victory, but there is still no true victory because the shield walls have not met. And still the waiting goes on.
Some men vomit with fear, others sing, some pray, but then at last one side will advance. It is usually a slow advance. Men crouch behind their shields, knowing that spears, axes and arrows will greet them before the shields slam together, and only when they are close, really close, does the attacker charge.
Then there is a great bellow of noise, a roar of anger and fear, and the shields meet like thunder and the big blades fall and the swords stab and the shrieks fill the sky as the two shield walls fight to the death. That is the way of battle."
Wyrd bið ful aræd. Fate is inescapable. - Bernard Cornwell "The Pagan Lord"
"There is a way of battle. In the end the shield walls must meet and the slaughter will begin and one side will prevail and the other will be beaten down in a welter of butchery, but before the blades clash and before the shields crash, men must summon the nerve to make the charge. The two sides stare at each other, they taunt and insult each other.
The young fools of each army will prance ahead of the wall and challenge their enemy to single combat, they will boast of the widows they plan to make and of the orphans who will weep for their fathers’ deaths. And the young fools fight and half of them will die, and the other half strut their bloody victory, but there is still no true victory because the shield walls have not met. And still the waiting goes on.
Some men vomit with fear, others sing, some pray, but then at last one side will advance. It is usually a slow advance. Men crouch behind their shields, knowing that spears, axes and arrows will greet them before the shields slam together, and only when they are close, really close, does the attacker charge.
Then there is a great bellow of noise, a roar of anger and fear, and the shields meet like thunder and the big blades fall and the swords stab and the shrieks fill the sky as the two shield walls fight to the death. That is the way of battle."
Wyrd bið ful aræd. Fate is inescapable. - Bernard Cornwell "The Pagan Lord"
http://www.bernardcornwell.net/