An Epic Paladin
Epilogue
A Time of Great Age History
This was a phase of a great aged olden times, where this chapter headed back unto a historical era. Though, history never was capable of sealing itself clearly to our existing epoch, no more than left few single ideas were presenting mystical tales behind which present humanity studied well to make it fit for human compassion.
This was an aged historical time...
A beginning where this chapter started, located in a chronological site, an Ancient European site, the Holy Roman Empire.
Back in history itself, approximately an era of 1555; there were two potent countries in the Ancient Europe: the Holy Roman Empire, and states of the Germans. In Germany, numerous, indeed a countless number of peasants were sickened by the threats from the Roman Empire, thus they desired war against them.
Once upon a time, the Empire was physically powerful indeed, and presented an aggressive capacity unto the entire Europe itself, therefore there were much of enemies they battled, they faced the entire Europe for their pious glory, which they had conquered a great amount of land.
Since the Holy Empire had countless enemies blocking its passageway, they had to encounter greatly. One campaign was against an Italian force. Because having an awful atmosphere during the war against small Italian states, the Holy Roman force had lost a great amount of food, and men certainly. Therefore, the entire Empire suffered that one defeat and weakened an element of the kingdom.
Then, with its force weakened by the Italian force, the German peasants from states finally had an opportunity to encounter against the Empire.
A city of water, many nobles lived in states of Germany. Within, there was a grand, magnificent cathedral with glorious window shaped in religious tales and fine designs of beliefs. One day, there was gathered group of paladins and a principal of the gathering, and having a discussion while sealing every door, every light source, which leaving the entire room without a bright light; just a dark cloud over the horizon and smoky atmosphere located. They were having a talk regarding on their encounter against the opposing enemy.
While discussing concerning on their plots, someone slowly knocked onto the main door, from outside, with a physically powerful force. One within stated only paladin was allowed for this moment. The outsider answered that he was a paladin as well. Then, two within drew themselves onto the door and unlocked it, unsealing the door. The outside stood between the position if light and dark. They allowed him to penetrate within.
The bright sun light was blinding and breaking the air barrier of the smoky atmosphere. The entire was covered in gleam within after unsealing the door. The outer paladin penetrated onto the gloomy room along with the two paladins. He dressed normally, but differently to other paladins, since others were armed with armors, swords, and fine pikes while he was unclothed, unhand.
"Greetings, noble paladin." As the unarmed paladin entered, the principal welcomed and then continued unto his statement while emitting smoke excessively with a pipe of cigar. The principle himself was old indeed. "Perchance, with this dismay, perhaps you are not ready to conflict, no?"
"I beg your thousand pardons, sir." Sir Frederick nebulously stated in a monotonous tone. He dressed normally like a peasant with standard clothing while faced a group of armed paladins. "I presently just had gotten up not on time a bit."
"Well met then, paladin, it's been a while to meet one of your disgraceful kinds. Go back home, paladin. It is truly a malodorous blunder to proceed onto a situation that you do not be in the right place at. The confrontation is no place for you." The principal apathetically jeered while drew in smoke from the pipe and then exhaled from his terrifying foul odor in a lungful of air. However, the outer reluctantly accepted his words and wanting to join the gathering group. He then directly gawked right at the principle with a pointed finger right onto him and appeared that he had spoken, facetiously, that he will schlep a conquest for his condition. The principal hopelessly sighed and then questioned, "Well then, noble paladin, what's your name?"
His name was Frederick, Sir Frederick, he said. A courageous knight, he titled.
"Sir Frederick, noble paladin of the German's state. Don't be some pompous fool." He seriously stated with a vehement character and took a serious drew from his smoking pipe, and then he haphazardly blew a releasing, lengthy smoke onto Sir Frederick. "The conquest will be going halves onto our manors, not just your condition."
"Yes, right, of course." He sounded in an unvarying tone. And then Sir Frederick carelessly changed the matters of subject. "My haste like a lightning of the sky will bring a victory for us. I am here in your side. I shall roar like a tempest. The victory is already in my hands."
"You are excessively zany, yet you are indeed a narcissistic person." He rapidly expelled air from the harmed lungs after took an air from the malodorous smoke and tiresomely sighed once more. Then he questioned, "You are not a child, are you not?"
Sir Frederick gave no direct answer but a careless character shown. The principle drew a heavy draw from his smoking pipe, then slowly released and waiting for an answer. After a fairly long moment, he himself was careless then after the moment. He putted the patience aside and then continued onto his plans with his fellow paladins.
The fellow paladins wonderingly questioned to the head principle regarding on the plots against their opposing enemies. The principle had a hard head at first. Then he slowly took an additional, heavy drew from his cigar and laboriously released the smoke onto the shadowy atmosphere. Then, without explanation, he questioned for suggestions from anyone.
One paladin was summoned upon the stage. He explained the force should perform violence to a nearest enemy's campsite, thus the force can pilfer their supplies, station onto a resting area and restore oomph from stolen supplies, if the enemy successfully been kaput.
The old principle himself was taking the weight off his feet and drew another heavy smoke. He sighed and then at a snail's pace, released the malodorous breath of his foul-smelling air. He then questioned in a monotonous character, regarding information on paths, passageways unto their campsite.
The same paladin on stage answered. He gave details that two paths; one path, a flat, dried land without a tree, a path unto an undersized township, a very small village containing a small amount supplies and extremely inflexible to reach there. Though, still capable reach there with having a laborious approach. The other pathway was a straightforward thoroughfare to a black forest and capable reaching without using many supplies. He also explained during the advance unto the enemy's camp, the climate, and weather, present will be burning.
"By which road will be an excellent way to advance?" The principle asked.
He advised the principle to voyage unto the black forest road. After all, visibly shades could be calming the troop's morale he thought. The principle agreed.
"It is a straighten thoroughfare which stands onto the enemy's camp." The paladin continued. The principle continued listening while taking another draw from his smoking pipe. "Furthermore, there are countless, outsized black tress located within. Therefore, during our journey, the opponent will not be capable to distinguish our force despite the fact that we are traveling in surreptitiousness. As well, if we need additional supplies for causes or reasons, we can station within the deep forest, in calm atmosphere while in a burning day, next send a quantity of our men back to request and wait for reinforcement, since we are secreted with stealth, we have time for support if needed."
"Well known, noble paladin!" The principle immediately got up, released the smoke from his lungs onto the shadowy atmosphere; he had the minority coughs, and then gladly to see an eye to eye. "Your arrangement exceeds the enemy's!"
"Wait, your stratagem is not satisfying yet." Sir Frederick interfered.
"Why is it not agreeable?" The same paladin who suggested the plan aggressively questioned to Sir Frederick and then asked, "Do you have a better suggestion? Is my stratagem not good for you?"
"It is not excellent in this moment in time. But to a child performance, by all accounts it is to your liking. However, even a child himself can perceive unto the hidden shadow of yours." Sir Frederick smilingly jeered. The paladin angrily roared furiously and was belligerent against the apathetic kibitzer. "Perhaps you should be more facetious before your discharge the blunder you have released because your eyes are not impending regarding to the warfare."
"Principle, person in charge of our army, please follows my words!" He turned around at the face of the principle. Then, he fiercely pointed his index finger onto Sir Frederick. "I request this Judas to depart immediately!"
"Before so, the man himself has the right to counter words." He exhaled noisily at first. Then, he slowly stated while drawing another from his pipe and released lastly. "Sir Frederick, what's in your mind? Tell me, please give pleasure to everyone, and share it all to us, noble paladin."
"I recommend the entire armed force to progresses onto the other pathway. I assume it is most excellent if our force advances onto the other passageway, the vacuous plain of the dried land." He just schlepped in quick words.
That paladin began to maliciously chuckled and callously jeered at Sir Frederick.
"Won't the opponent be capable to distinguish us subsequently?" The principle asked.
"Well, yes of course. The opponent has eyes, indeed? They are not blind, as you know." Sir Frederick triflingly schlepped in speedy words once more and appeared careless. "We are proceeding to cross swords against them anyways. Won't they see us, no?"
Almost immediately that paladin began coldheartedly laughed at Sir Frederick in an out-of-control character. Soon, the entire collection of paladins joined the amusing instant.
"How many men do we have?" Sir Frederick converted the subject and then asked.
"Well then, what if we call for additional supplies for our troops?" The principle paid no attention onto his appearance and callously ignored while he questioned. "Are we capable of storing our troops in that location and our reinforcement?"
"You answer my question first before I express my idea."
"Who gives a concern regarding on your foolish expression?" He angrily questioned. "I am careless regarding on you; never mind of your recommendation! Our companionship will journey on the path to the black forest and it is our conclusion!"
"Wise choice, my principle, it is indeed for my duty to guild you into the most excellent pathway." The paladin who advised smilingly applauded and with pleasure, cheerily clapped with a snail moment for his very own pride. "Will Heaven's sun shines upon our victory, you will be this town's hero in a new day."
The plot was then chosen. The principle summoned a dismissal to all the paladins located. Every paladin bowed, stood straight ahead, and lastly placed a fist upon their heart as a fortune satisfaction. Then, they departed immediately, other than Sir Frederick. After he released his fist, he, without a friend in the world, dejectedly stood hopelessly meanwhile everyone were dismissing without an eye on him. At the same moment, the principle was summoned behind him.
"I beg your pardon, young paladin." The principle held his arms crossed. He gave his pardon unexpectedly however Sir Frederick was falling unto a dark hole such like having a lacking spirit, liveliness. The principle released and had free hands allowed. He placed one of his hands on Sir Frederick's shoulder and then stated, "As you know, I do not wish terror itself or hatred to release upon on this land. I wish our land can be equal and dwell in peacefulness. To do so, I must be wary of every corner. I must do things correctly and cast the wisest choice of every doorway."
"Perhaps you shall follow my words; I can earn our small lands onto a conquering summit." He immediately turned around and verbalized formidably with force. "My diplomacy and words are terrific and well to be heard. I will not fail you; I can bring it to glory!"
"Noble paladin, please now. It is grand, indeed, if you carry our lands to triumphant." The principle chuckled with a small amount of elation. "However, it is impractical, noble paladin. You can't just earn a conquest for our lands to a summit. Even a man himself with no equal cannot bring a conquest for either reason of Heaven's will or Hell's desire. Like yourself you are incapable as for that reason."
"Why is that not likely to be achievable? Are you saying that I'm weak?" In a burning anger, Sir Frederick asked belligerently and reflected that the principle was unwarily jeering and scoffing at him after hearing his reaction regarding on declining on Frederick's matter. Then, he continued aggressively. "Did you imply that I am not being worthy of our legions to a conquering summit so then you will not place my name onto our legions?"
"Not likely at all, paladin, I did not indicate a particular implication of such." He took several worries aback. The principle sighed. And then he continued, "At least, I am thankful because of your bravery, but not just conceal under a hidden shadow. You brought yourself high as a raising sun to express yourself. I beg your pardon from my selfish words earlier, but I must admit this clearly, you are indeed a strong paladin."
The principle leaned over; he was near Frederick's ears and then whispered something to him. Whatsoever it was, it willingly satisfied Sir Frederick and leaving him with a fantastic smile.
A Time of Great Age History
This was a phase of a great aged olden times, where this chapter headed back unto a historical era. Though, history never was capable of sealing itself clearly to our existing epoch, no more than left few single ideas were presenting mystical tales behind which present humanity studied well to make it fit for human compassion.
This was an aged historical time...
A beginning where this chapter started, located in a chronological site, an Ancient European site, the Holy Roman Empire.
Back in history itself, approximately an era of 1555; there were two potent countries in the Ancient Europe: the Holy Roman Empire, and states of the Germans. In Germany, numerous, indeed a countless number of peasants were sickened by the threats from the Roman Empire, thus they desired war against them.
Once upon a time, the Empire was physically powerful indeed, and presented an aggressive capacity unto the entire Europe itself, therefore there were much of enemies they battled, they faced the entire Europe for their pious glory, which they had conquered a great amount of land.
Since the Holy Empire had countless enemies blocking its passageway, they had to encounter greatly. One campaign was against an Italian force. Because having an awful atmosphere during the war against small Italian states, the Holy Roman force had lost a great amount of food, and men certainly. Therefore, the entire Empire suffered that one defeat and weakened an element of the kingdom.
Then, with its force weakened by the Italian force, the German peasants from states finally had an opportunity to encounter against the Empire.
A city of water, many nobles lived in states of Germany. Within, there was a grand, magnificent cathedral with glorious window shaped in religious tales and fine designs of beliefs. One day, there was gathered group of paladins and a principal of the gathering, and having a discussion while sealing every door, every light source, which leaving the entire room without a bright light; just a dark cloud over the horizon and smoky atmosphere located. They were having a talk regarding on their encounter against the opposing enemy.
While discussing concerning on their plots, someone slowly knocked onto the main door, from outside, with a physically powerful force. One within stated only paladin was allowed for this moment. The outsider answered that he was a paladin as well. Then, two within drew themselves onto the door and unlocked it, unsealing the door. The outside stood between the position if light and dark. They allowed him to penetrate within.
The bright sun light was blinding and breaking the air barrier of the smoky atmosphere. The entire was covered in gleam within after unsealing the door. The outer paladin penetrated onto the gloomy room along with the two paladins. He dressed normally, but differently to other paladins, since others were armed with armors, swords, and fine pikes while he was unclothed, unhand.
"Greetings, noble paladin." As the unarmed paladin entered, the principal welcomed and then continued unto his statement while emitting smoke excessively with a pipe of cigar. The principle himself was old indeed. "Perchance, with this dismay, perhaps you are not ready to conflict, no?"
"I beg your thousand pardons, sir." Sir Frederick nebulously stated in a monotonous tone. He dressed normally like a peasant with standard clothing while faced a group of armed paladins. "I presently just had gotten up not on time a bit."
"Well met then, paladin, it's been a while to meet one of your disgraceful kinds. Go back home, paladin. It is truly a malodorous blunder to proceed onto a situation that you do not be in the right place at. The confrontation is no place for you." The principal apathetically jeered while drew in smoke from the pipe and then exhaled from his terrifying foul odor in a lungful of air. However, the outer reluctantly accepted his words and wanting to join the gathering group. He then directly gawked right at the principle with a pointed finger right onto him and appeared that he had spoken, facetiously, that he will schlep a conquest for his condition. The principal hopelessly sighed and then questioned, "Well then, noble paladin, what's your name?"
His name was Frederick, Sir Frederick, he said. A courageous knight, he titled.
"Sir Frederick, noble paladin of the German's state. Don't be some pompous fool." He seriously stated with a vehement character and took a serious drew from his smoking pipe, and then he haphazardly blew a releasing, lengthy smoke onto Sir Frederick. "The conquest will be going halves onto our manors, not just your condition."
"Yes, right, of course." He sounded in an unvarying tone. And then Sir Frederick carelessly changed the matters of subject. "My haste like a lightning of the sky will bring a victory for us. I am here in your side. I shall roar like a tempest. The victory is already in my hands."
"You are excessively zany, yet you are indeed a narcissistic person." He rapidly expelled air from the harmed lungs after took an air from the malodorous smoke and tiresomely sighed once more. Then he questioned, "You are not a child, are you not?"
Sir Frederick gave no direct answer but a careless character shown. The principle drew a heavy draw from his smoking pipe, then slowly released and waiting for an answer. After a fairly long moment, he himself was careless then after the moment. He putted the patience aside and then continued onto his plans with his fellow paladins.
The fellow paladins wonderingly questioned to the head principle regarding on the plots against their opposing enemies. The principle had a hard head at first. Then he slowly took an additional, heavy drew from his cigar and laboriously released the smoke onto the shadowy atmosphere. Then, without explanation, he questioned for suggestions from anyone.
One paladin was summoned upon the stage. He explained the force should perform violence to a nearest enemy's campsite, thus the force can pilfer their supplies, station onto a resting area and restore oomph from stolen supplies, if the enemy successfully been kaput.
The old principle himself was taking the weight off his feet and drew another heavy smoke. He sighed and then at a snail's pace, released the malodorous breath of his foul-smelling air. He then questioned in a monotonous character, regarding information on paths, passageways unto their campsite.
The same paladin on stage answered. He gave details that two paths; one path, a flat, dried land without a tree, a path unto an undersized township, a very small village containing a small amount supplies and extremely inflexible to reach there. Though, still capable reach there with having a laborious approach. The other pathway was a straightforward thoroughfare to a black forest and capable reaching without using many supplies. He also explained during the advance unto the enemy's camp, the climate, and weather, present will be burning.
"By which road will be an excellent way to advance?" The principle asked.
He advised the principle to voyage unto the black forest road. After all, visibly shades could be calming the troop's morale he thought. The principle agreed.
"It is a straighten thoroughfare which stands onto the enemy's camp." The paladin continued. The principle continued listening while taking another draw from his smoking pipe. "Furthermore, there are countless, outsized black tress located within. Therefore, during our journey, the opponent will not be capable to distinguish our force despite the fact that we are traveling in surreptitiousness. As well, if we need additional supplies for causes or reasons, we can station within the deep forest, in calm atmosphere while in a burning day, next send a quantity of our men back to request and wait for reinforcement, since we are secreted with stealth, we have time for support if needed."
"Well known, noble paladin!" The principle immediately got up, released the smoke from his lungs onto the shadowy atmosphere; he had the minority coughs, and then gladly to see an eye to eye. "Your arrangement exceeds the enemy's!"
"Wait, your stratagem is not satisfying yet." Sir Frederick interfered.
"Why is it not agreeable?" The same paladin who suggested the plan aggressively questioned to Sir Frederick and then asked, "Do you have a better suggestion? Is my stratagem not good for you?"
"It is not excellent in this moment in time. But to a child performance, by all accounts it is to your liking. However, even a child himself can perceive unto the hidden shadow of yours." Sir Frederick smilingly jeered. The paladin angrily roared furiously and was belligerent against the apathetic kibitzer. "Perhaps you should be more facetious before your discharge the blunder you have released because your eyes are not impending regarding to the warfare."
"Principle, person in charge of our army, please follows my words!" He turned around at the face of the principle. Then, he fiercely pointed his index finger onto Sir Frederick. "I request this Judas to depart immediately!"
"Before so, the man himself has the right to counter words." He exhaled noisily at first. Then, he slowly stated while drawing another from his pipe and released lastly. "Sir Frederick, what's in your mind? Tell me, please give pleasure to everyone, and share it all to us, noble paladin."
"I recommend the entire armed force to progresses onto the other pathway. I assume it is most excellent if our force advances onto the other passageway, the vacuous plain of the dried land." He just schlepped in quick words.
That paladin began to maliciously chuckled and callously jeered at Sir Frederick.
"Won't the opponent be capable to distinguish us subsequently?" The principle asked.
"Well, yes of course. The opponent has eyes, indeed? They are not blind, as you know." Sir Frederick triflingly schlepped in speedy words once more and appeared careless. "We are proceeding to cross swords against them anyways. Won't they see us, no?"
Almost immediately that paladin began coldheartedly laughed at Sir Frederick in an out-of-control character. Soon, the entire collection of paladins joined the amusing instant.
"How many men do we have?" Sir Frederick converted the subject and then asked.
"Well then, what if we call for additional supplies for our troops?" The principle paid no attention onto his appearance and callously ignored while he questioned. "Are we capable of storing our troops in that location and our reinforcement?"
"You answer my question first before I express my idea."
"Who gives a concern regarding on your foolish expression?" He angrily questioned. "I am careless regarding on you; never mind of your recommendation! Our companionship will journey on the path to the black forest and it is our conclusion!"
"Wise choice, my principle, it is indeed for my duty to guild you into the most excellent pathway." The paladin who advised smilingly applauded and with pleasure, cheerily clapped with a snail moment for his very own pride. "Will Heaven's sun shines upon our victory, you will be this town's hero in a new day."
The plot was then chosen. The principle summoned a dismissal to all the paladins located. Every paladin bowed, stood straight ahead, and lastly placed a fist upon their heart as a fortune satisfaction. Then, they departed immediately, other than Sir Frederick. After he released his fist, he, without a friend in the world, dejectedly stood hopelessly meanwhile everyone were dismissing without an eye on him. At the same moment, the principle was summoned behind him.
"I beg your pardon, young paladin." The principle held his arms crossed. He gave his pardon unexpectedly however Sir Frederick was falling unto a dark hole such like having a lacking spirit, liveliness. The principle released and had free hands allowed. He placed one of his hands on Sir Frederick's shoulder and then stated, "As you know, I do not wish terror itself or hatred to release upon on this land. I wish our land can be equal and dwell in peacefulness. To do so, I must be wary of every corner. I must do things correctly and cast the wisest choice of every doorway."
"Perhaps you shall follow my words; I can earn our small lands onto a conquering summit." He immediately turned around and verbalized formidably with force. "My diplomacy and words are terrific and well to be heard. I will not fail you; I can bring it to glory!"
"Noble paladin, please now. It is grand, indeed, if you carry our lands to triumphant." The principle chuckled with a small amount of elation. "However, it is impractical, noble paladin. You can't just earn a conquest for our lands to a summit. Even a man himself with no equal cannot bring a conquest for either reason of Heaven's will or Hell's desire. Like yourself you are incapable as for that reason."
"Why is that not likely to be achievable? Are you saying that I'm weak?" In a burning anger, Sir Frederick asked belligerently and reflected that the principle was unwarily jeering and scoffing at him after hearing his reaction regarding on declining on Frederick's matter. Then, he continued aggressively. "Did you imply that I am not being worthy of our legions to a conquering summit so then you will not place my name onto our legions?"
"Not likely at all, paladin, I did not indicate a particular implication of such." He took several worries aback. The principle sighed. And then he continued, "At least, I am thankful because of your bravery, but not just conceal under a hidden shadow. You brought yourself high as a raising sun to express yourself. I beg your pardon from my selfish words earlier, but I must admit this clearly, you are indeed a strong paladin."
The principle leaned over; he was near Frederick's ears and then whispered something to him. Whatsoever it was, it willingly satisfied Sir Frederick and leaving him with a fantastic smile.
