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Testimonials:

The following selected quotes are taken directly from a few select personalities that have some familiarity with the true Medieval-Fantasy experience that is the Dark- Fantasy World of Medieval Steel. The names and locations have been omitted to protect the informants agains the “justice” that may arise, directly or indirectly, of any referenced allusions to those personalities of the Noble classes.

“It’s quick moneys, I’ll wager. C’mon. ‘ya needs the rent-moneys as bad as I do. We can do this thing...I’ll even wagers that you could buy that measly ‘ol (omitted)’s farm, marry that bitch of a widow... if we's a sucessful and all that… she’ll marry a hound of hell if the coin is right… she’s been suffering a’right since her husband kicked the pail, ‘ya know it as well as I does.

No nobleman claims tha’ place, it’s just sittin’ there. Lord (omitted) say he don’t like the place… say he would never goes anyways nears it…on account of it’s…of that time back… well, you knows about its, don’t ‘ya! ‘Ya was there! That’s why we’s need ‘ya. Ya know all about its!

…Naw!... that’ll be no problem; we’ll take ‘ol (omitted); he knows all about that kinda shit… I mean, he’s always a’prayin’ to that…. ‘ya know, that god…or demon…the birds, or whatever it is! He even gots real goods at healing the poor-folks, hereabouts… ‘ya know, with all that prayer-magic and stuff. The point is, he can protect us from...well, ‘ya know the whole damnable story. Oh! I’ll get ‘m to go along. No problems; he needs ‘ta pay the rent, too, ‘ya know. And he and his ain’t doin’ so good now that his Lord demanded that new tax, ‘ya know.

I’m telllin’ ‘ya, it’ll be fun... likes a huntin’ trip… only this times we won’t come back empty handed, like before. Damn Nobles been huntin’ everthing dry abouts here…. C’mon, we’d eat like kings we pull this off! We can even gets some chicken eggs, cheese, good white breads, and stuff. …apples, even! Ya’ whole family will eat like reals princes!

Real quicks-like; BAM!, we hits it, grabs the booty, and run like hell. Raiding, just like we’s been taught in the village militia. Only this times, we gets something out of it all, instead of thirst, hunger, and the bloody-shits!

Oh! Don’t be such a (expletive omitted). It’ll be easy. No problems, the place is just sitting there, waiting to be explored. Nothing living there, eithers I’ll bet. I’m saying theres all kinda stuffs – gold, gems, jewels -- just lyin’ all’bouts the place, awaitin’ to be plucked likes a ripes virgin.

Yea, we’s haves to go! We’ll do it!”

-- overheard tavern conversation in (omitted). Note: they were never heard from again!

“There are NO atheists in dragon-filled dungeons.”

Priest of (omitted), as quoted by (omitted) regarding the “incident” near (omitted).

“Why do I do it?... Well, we get lucky from time to time. We never really got anything good... only a couple of Silvers... and some rusted spear-points, once. All those storys about treasure hoards, magic items, as such… well, they are out there, I guess. Sometimes ‘ya get lucky… we’d heard of some Companies hittin’ it big...

Oh yeah, you have to accept the risk. All a part of doin’ the business, ‘ya know.

Wounds? Yea, I gots a few…here… (she shows us the numerous cuts, gashes, scars, sutures, burns, and …all on ONE arm). It’s the price ‘ya gots to pay… no getting’ around that, you want to live this life. Anymore, I just can’t imagine goin’ home.

Why’d I leave? That prick father of mine… ‘ya know what he DEMANDED of me… marry that son of a (long list of expletives omitted) pig-shit farmer. Just couldn’t stand the thought of him touchin’ me… of seeing him… dirty son ‘o a (deleted)…oh, forget it!. Father said it was a “respectable” match for a peasant-girl… serf-girl or not… I told ‘em all to get (another list of expletives and sexually suggestive acts involving various farm animals deleted in the name of decency).

I got-up an’ just run… from that damned village and all its kind. Never looked back…nope, no regrets at all.

--quoted from a 16 year old soldier of the (omitted) adventuring company at the Inn of the (omitted), near (omitted) shortly before leaving to explore the Dungeon of (omitted). Note: she lost a leg in that venture.

“Noble Warriors and Heroes? Yea, I journeyed with a few of ‘em a whiles back; cheats and liars, the whole god-damns bunch of ‘em. Nothing more than arrogant, conceited bastards; I’s tells ‘ya all about ‘em. Oh! They’ds make sure to have a pack o’ minstels and other such liars and kiss-asses all about ‘em to tells you about all theys “exploits”, and stuff like that. Lies, nothing but damned lies. I’ll tell ‘ya the truth... tell 'ya all about them. That’s all theys is; Liars and fakes.

They’ll stab ‘ya in the back and leave ‘ya for orc-meat in the blink of yer eye; then claim they tooks on the whole army. Never did see a bunch of cutesy fucks so quick to run when they can’t over-power ‘ya. They’ds never really faced a challenges in they’s whole life. That’s they problem, ‘ya know. Theys done nothin’ but lived the “good life”; collectin’ tha rents of all tha honest folks, hereabouts. Oh, theys real good at stomping theys serfs and such. Give ‘em a real stand-up and bleed fight! Somethin’ where they can’t hide behinds they's Levies and they's local village militias, all thems Vassals and such. Ha!. All primp and feathers, if ‘ya ask me; and I’lls tell ‘ya tha truth about the whole lousy bunch of thems lousy (the long string of redundant expletives, accompanied by a scene of mindless violence against nearby inanimate objects, better left un-described and unimagined, are omitted here for the sake of brevity).

They’re not worth a lousy half copper-piece from (omitted). I’d rather go adventurin' with a pack of cut-throat murders and thieves. Thems ‘ya can trust; theys got honor.”

-- quoted from a drunken Mercenary Soldier on campaign near (ommited).

“The ONLY ideal, viable tactical and strategic option that is guaranteed to give ‘ya a fighting chance in these situations is…RUN LIKE HELL (in the opposite direction).”

Nobleman (omitted), Knight of (omitted), quoted during the campaign of (omitted) regarding the bloody engagement at (omitted). Note: this engagement resulted in what was later described as a “victory”.

"yah, there is some things 'ya can do to win... tactic-wise, it's all mostly about luck, though. I know some of the Lords say it's all about strategizing and so forth. Most of 'em are just bluffin' 'ya. Most of tha' shit I've seen will tear 'ya apart in no times at all, even when 'ya gots yer own Company behind your back..

- -Yeoman Fighter, regarding his involvement in (omitted).

“Your ass is mine…You will not laugh, you will not cry…you will learn by the numbers, I will teach you!”

-- Yeoman Sergeant, Master of Drill, 3^rd corps, 5^th Regiment, 8^th Company, 4th Troop, as quoted during recruit spear-Training by Villein, Jester, into his Lordships (omitted)’s Noble Army.

“Th’ only certainties in this here world are deaths, taxes, excessive rents, bad harvests, random orc and goblin raids, plague and famine, illness, corrupt Nobles, over-priced beer and bread, …, and… (listed abbreviated) . And that’s only during tha' good seasons!”

--Peasant Serf; quote edited for brevity.

“Your destiny, oh, great and mighty warrior, is the most ignoble of deaths imaginable; you will soon be clutching your bowels as they spill-out into your lap, you will scream and cry for your mother... you will beg, you will plead… you will shed many bitter tears. But it will be for naught. Before you… evil and darkness, a hideous creature of unnamed cruelty… it lingers over you, savoring the delicious sweetness of your meat!”

-- Prophetess of (omitted) advising a young Adventurer regarding his planned expedition to (omitted). He went anyway!

“Eat, Drink, and be merry! You WILL die tomorrow.”

-- Captain of the (omitted) adventuring company, quoted at the Inn of the (omitted) addressing a newly hired security crew.

“Peasants…? Well, one must ‘break ‘em in’, you know. A right proper beating is all it usually takes. Whip one or two of the troublemakers and the whole village falls right into line, real pretty-like.

But, you gots to be vigilant all the time… you just can’t let-up your guard for a moment's peace. The whole lot of ‘em would steal the breath from their own mothers if you don’t watch them real close like. They have no respect for what is right property, you know. They don't...they just don’t like it… that fact that the gods declared some peoples to be better than THEY are. That is just the way things are… the way theys meant to be… some are MEANT to rule and the others to obey… its just that simple. But they are so damnable ignorant. And never satisfied for what we do for them.

Especially the right Serf. Always whining and cryin’ about this and that… wanting to hunt in MY forrest… No, no respect at all for their betters and what theys rightfull earned.

And no god-damned sense for priorities either. They’d eat their whole harvest in a fort-night if you didn’t beat ‘em right regular, just like a dog. Lazy drunks! That’s all they care for, really! Eating, drinking and whoring… they'd breed like the very damned rabbits of the fields if you didn’t force some morality down their throats. Just can’t keep their pants on, if you ask me. Then they have the gall to complain about the ‘excessive’ taxes and rents because they can’t feed their broods. Always demanding ‘relief’ of their due, rightly owed by their unworthy asses. No morals or sense of right religion, that’s their problem.

Well, we’re going to give them a proper respect for the right order of things, a’right!”

Lord (omitted) of (omitted) Manor, shortly before being torn-apart (literally) by an angry mob of his “subjects”.


Testimonials: The following selected quotes are taken directly from a few select personalities that have some familiarity with the true Medieval-Fantasy experience that is the Dark- Fantasy World of Medieval Steel. The names and locations have been omitted to protect the informants agains the “justice” that may arise, directly or indirectly, of any referenced allusions to those personalities of the Noble classes. “It’s quick moneys, I’ll wager. C’mon. ‘ya needs the rent-moneys as bad as I do. We can do this thing...I’ll even wagers that you could buy that measly ‘ol (omitted)’s farm, marry that bitch of a widow... if we's a sucessful and all that… she’ll marry a hound of hell if the coin is right… she’s been suffering a’right since her husband kicked the pail, ‘ya know it as well as I does. No nobleman claims tha’ place, it’s just sittin’ there. Lord (omitted) say he don’t like the place… say he would never goes anyways nears it…on account of it’s…of that time back… well, you knows about its, don’t ‘ya! ‘Ya was there! That’s why we’s need ‘ya. Ya know all about its! …Naw!... that’ll be no problem; we’ll take ‘ol (omitted); he knows all about that kinda shit… I mean, he’s always a’prayin’ to that…. ‘ya know, that god…or demon…the birds, or whatever it is! He even gots real goods at healing the poor-folks, hereabouts… ‘ya know, with all that prayer-magic and stuff. The point is, he can protect us from...well, ‘ya know the whole damnable story. Oh! I’ll get ‘m to go along. No problems; he needs ‘ta pay the rent, too, ‘ya know. And he and his ain’t doin’ so good now that his Lord demanded that new tax, ‘ya know. I’m telllin’ ‘ya, it’ll be fun... likes a huntin’ trip… only this times we won’t come back empty handed, like before. Damn Nobles been huntin’ everthing dry abouts here…. C’mon, we’d eat like kings we pull this off! We can even gets some chicken eggs, cheese, good white breads, and stuff. …apples, even! Ya’ whole family will eat like reals princes! Real quicks-like; BAM!, we hits it, grabs the booty, and run like hell. Raiding, just like we’s been taught in the village militia. Only this times, we gets something out of it all, instead of thirst, hunger, and the bloody-shits! Oh! Don’t be such a (expletive omitted). It’ll be easy. No problems, the place is just sitting there, waiting to be explored. Nothing living there, eithers I’ll bet. I’m saying theres all kinda stuffs – gold, gems, jewels -- just lyin’ all’bouts the place, awaitin’ to be plucked likes a ripes virgin. Yea, we’s haves to go! We’ll do it!” -- overheard tavern conversation in (omitted). Note: they were never heard from again! “There are NO atheists in dragon-filled dungeons.” Priest of (omitted), as quoted by (omitted) regarding the “incident” near (omitted). “Why do I do it?... Well, we get lucky from time to time. We never really got anything good... only a couple of Silvers... and some rusted spear-points, once. All those storys about treasure hoards, magic items, as such… well, they are out there, I guess. Sometimes ‘ya get lucky… we’d heard of some Companies hittin’ it big... Oh yeah, you have to accept the risk. All a part of doin’ the business, ‘ya know. Wounds? Yea, I gots a few…here… (she shows us the numerous cuts, gashes, scars, sutures, burns, and …all on ONE arm). It’s the price ‘ya gots to pay… no getting’ around that, you want to live this life. Anymore, I just can’t imagine goin’ home. Why’d I leave? That prick father of mine… ‘ya know what he DEMANDED of me… marry that son of a (long list of expletives omitted) pig-shit farmer. Just couldn’t stand the thought of him touchin’ me… of seeing him… dirty son ‘o a (deleted)…oh, forget it!. Father said it was a “respectable” match for a peasant-girl… serf-girl or not… I told ‘em all to get (another list of expletives and sexually suggestive acts involving various farm animals deleted in the name of decency). I got-up an’ just run… from that damned village and all its kind. Never looked back…nope, no regrets at all. --quoted from a 16 year old soldier of the (omitted) adventuring company at the Inn of the (omitted), near (omitted) shortly before leaving to explore the Dungeon of (omitted). Note: she lost a leg in that venture. “Noble Warriors and Heroes? Yea, I journeyed with a few of ‘em a whiles back; cheats and liars, the whole god-damns bunch of ‘em. Nothing more than arrogant, conceited bastards; I’s tells ‘ya all about ‘em. Oh! They’ds make sure to have a pack o’ minstels and other such liars and kiss-asses all about ‘em to tells you about all theys “exploits”, and stuff like that. Lies, nothing but damned lies. I’ll tell ‘ya the truth... tell 'ya all about them. That’s all theys is; Liars and fakes. They’ll stab ‘ya in the back and leave ‘ya for orc-meat in the blink of yer eye; then claim they tooks on the whole army. Never did see a bunch of cutesy fucks so quick to run when they can’t over-power ‘ya. They’ds never really faced a challenges in they’s whole life. That’s they problem, ‘ya know. Theys done nothin’ but lived the “good life”; collectin’ tha rents of all tha honest folks, hereabouts. Oh, theys real good at stomping theys serfs and such. Give ‘em a real stand-up and bleed fight! Somethin’ where they can’t hide behinds they's Levies and they's local village militias, all thems Vassals and such. Ha!. All primp and feathers, if ‘ya ask me; and I’lls tell ‘ya tha truth about the whole lousy bunch of thems lousy (the long string of redundant expletives, accompanied by a scene of mindless violence against nearby inanimate objects, better left un-described and unimagined, are omitted here for the sake of brevity). They’re not worth a lousy half copper-piece from (omitted). I’d rather go adventurin' with a pack of cut-throat murders and thieves. Thems ‘ya can trust; theys got honor.” -- quoted from a drunken Mercenary Soldier on campaign near (ommited). “The ONLY ideal, viable tactical and strategic option that is guaranteed to give ‘ya a fighting chance in these situations is…RUN LIKE HELL (in the opposite direction).” Nobleman (omitted), Knight of (omitted), quoted during the campaign of (omitted) regarding the bloody engagement at (omitted). Note: this engagement resulted in what was later described as a “victory”. "yah, there is some things 'ya can do to win... tactic-wise, it's all mostly about luck, though. I know some of the Lords say it's all about strategizing and so forth. Most of 'em are just bluffin' 'ya. Most of tha' shit I've seen will tear 'ya apart in no times at all, even when 'ya gots yer own Company behind your back.. - -Yeoman Fighter, regarding his involvement in (omitted). “Your ass is mine…You will not laugh, you will not cry…you will learn by the numbers, I will teach you!” -- Yeoman Sergeant, Master of Drill, 3^rd corps, 5^th Regiment, 8^th Company, 4th Troop, as quoted during recruit spear-Training by Villein, Jester, into his Lordships (omitted)’s Noble Army. “Th’ only certainties in this here world are deaths, taxes, excessive rents, bad harvests, random orc and goblin raids, plague and famine, illness, corrupt Nobles, over-priced beer and bread, …, and… (listed abbreviated) . And that’s only during tha' good seasons!” --Peasant Serf; quote edited for brevity. “Your destiny, oh, great and mighty warrior, is the most ignoble of deaths imaginable; you will soon be clutching your bowels as they spill-out into your lap, you will scream and cry for your mother... you will beg, you will plead… you will shed many bitter tears. But it will be for naught. Before you… evil and darkness, a hideous creature of unnamed cruelty… it lingers over you, savoring the delicious sweetness of your meat!” -- Prophetess of (omitted) advising a young Adventurer regarding his planned expedition to (omitted). He went anyway! “Eat, Drink, and be merry! You WILL die tomorrow.” -- Captain of the (omitted) adventuring company, quoted at the Inn of the (omitted) addressing a newly hired security crew. “Peasants…? Well, one must ‘break ‘em in’, you know. A right proper beating is all it usually takes. Whip one or two of the troublemakers and the whole village falls right into line, real pretty-like. But, you gots to be vigilant all the time… you just can’t let-up your guard for a moment's peace. The whole lot of ‘em would steal the breath from their own mothers if you don’t watch them real close like. They have no respect for what is right property, you know. They don't...they just don’t like it… that fact that the gods declared some peoples to be better than THEY are. That is just the way things are… the way theys meant to be… some are MEANT to rule and the others to obey… its just that simple. But they are so damnable ignorant. And never satisfied for what we do for them. Especially the right Serf. Always whining and cryin’ about this and that… wanting to hunt in MY forrest… No, no respect at all for their betters and what theys rightfull earned. And no god-damned sense for priorities either. They’d eat their whole harvest in a fort-night if you didn’t beat ‘em right regular, just like a dog. Lazy drunks! That’s all they care for, really! Eating, drinking and whoring… they'd breed like the very damned rabbits of the fields if you didn’t force some morality down their throats. Just can’t keep their pants on, if you ask me. Then they have the gall to complain about the ‘excessive’ taxes and rents because they can’t feed their broods. Always demanding ‘relief’ of their due, rightly owed by their unworthy asses. No morals or sense of right religion, that’s their problem. Well, we’re going to give them a proper respect for the right order of things, a’right!” Lord (omitted) of (omitted) Manor, shortly before being torn-apart (literally) by an angry mob of his “subjects”.