Post by plaustrumimperialist on Jul 20, 2016 22:13:03 GMT -5
(It's an old legend I've been working on. I'm just going to slap the "Noliterre" stamp on it for now, though I will undoubtedly apply it elsewhere.)
This is a traditional tribal tale from of old. Some say its origin was from the dwarven kingdom, some say it came from the Republic, some say that the tale comes from earlier still. All that is known is that the time came from an age when the tribes were more or less united, and fighting a larger enemy.
Three nobles led an army back to their homeland after being defeated in battle and followed by their large and savage foe. They approached a castle to seek the help of an allied king.
Knock, knock, knock rapped the three nobles on the castle door. The king of the castle came to see what was the matter.
“Let us in,” said the youngest. “There is a great army following us, and, with the aid of your garrison, we could defeat our common foe!”
But the king refused, for he was worried that he would incite the anger of the large army.
“If it would please the king, then,” said the second, “we have travelled for many days. Our men are cold, hungry, and tired. If you could spare only the scraps from your table or the basest rags of your palace, we will repay you tenfold, on our honor.”
But the king refused, for he thought better of the scraps of his table and the rags of his palace than the three nobles.
“To arms, sir!” said the eldest. “There are a bear, a lion, and an ox in your fields! Surely they mean to raid your crops and plunder your gold!”
Now the king opened the gates, saying, “Where are these beasts? Surely you honorable nobles cannot have lied to me!”
“Indeed we have not,” said the youngest. “For I am the bear, and I am not to be underestimated and cast aside.”
“And I am the lion,” said the second. “I stand with the honorable, defend the weak, and rebuke the cowards.”
“And I am the ox,” said the first. “Calm, and cunning, and courageous am I. You were wrong to shun your friends, and you would be right to fear us!”
So they slew the king and seized his castle. His men set up camp upon the battlements and defeated their savage enemy. As befitting their honor, they left the castle to the heirs of the king, taking nothing. They danced, they sang, they made merry.
And the moral of the story is to always be kind to strangers, to never trust strangers, and most importantly: a little cunning, a little courage, and all that you wish will be given to you.
This is a traditional tribal tale from of old. Some say its origin was from the dwarven kingdom, some say it came from the Republic, some say that the tale comes from earlier still. All that is known is that the time came from an age when the tribes were more or less united, and fighting a larger enemy.
Three nobles led an army back to their homeland after being defeated in battle and followed by their large and savage foe. They approached a castle to seek the help of an allied king.
Knock, knock, knock rapped the three nobles on the castle door. The king of the castle came to see what was the matter.
“Let us in,” said the youngest. “There is a great army following us, and, with the aid of your garrison, we could defeat our common foe!”
But the king refused, for he was worried that he would incite the anger of the large army.
“If it would please the king, then,” said the second, “we have travelled for many days. Our men are cold, hungry, and tired. If you could spare only the scraps from your table or the basest rags of your palace, we will repay you tenfold, on our honor.”
But the king refused, for he thought better of the scraps of his table and the rags of his palace than the three nobles.
“To arms, sir!” said the eldest. “There are a bear, a lion, and an ox in your fields! Surely they mean to raid your crops and plunder your gold!”
Now the king opened the gates, saying, “Where are these beasts? Surely you honorable nobles cannot have lied to me!”
“Indeed we have not,” said the youngest. “For I am the bear, and I am not to be underestimated and cast aside.”
“And I am the lion,” said the second. “I stand with the honorable, defend the weak, and rebuke the cowards.”
“And I am the ox,” said the first. “Calm, and cunning, and courageous am I. You were wrong to shun your friends, and you would be right to fear us!”
So they slew the king and seized his castle. His men set up camp upon the battlements and defeated their savage enemy. As befitting their honor, they left the castle to the heirs of the king, taking nothing. They danced, they sang, they made merry.
And the moral of the story is to always be kind to strangers, to never trust strangers, and most importantly: a little cunning, a little courage, and all that you wish will be given to you.
