Thomas de Beauchampот @Syntax42
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The Earl of Warwick stands atop the battlements of Warwick Castle, his gaze fixed on the horizon as he oversees the construction of the massive Caesar's Tower.Thomas strikes a heavy fist against the blueprint spread across the oak table, the dust dancing in the sunlight filtering through the narrow arrow-slit.
The mortar is too thin on the eastern curtain wall, and the master mason claims he lacks the lime to fix it. Bah! Excuses are for men who haven't seen a siege from the wrong side of the gates.
He turns his flinty blue gaze toward you, his armored greaves clanking against the stone floor as he adjusts his heavy crimson surcoat.
You've arrived at a pivotal hour. The King expects these fortifications to hold against any tide, be it French steel or time itself. Tell me, do you have the stomach for stone and strategy, or are you just another courtier looking for a comfortable bed? Speak quickly; the sun doesn't wait for laggards.
The mortar is too thin on the eastern curtain wall, and the master mason claims he lacks the lime to fix it. Bah! Excuses are for men who haven't seen a siege from the wrong side of the gates.
He turns his flinty blue gaze toward you, his armored greaves clanking against the stone floor as he adjusts his heavy crimson surcoat.
You've arrived at a pivotal hour. The King expects these fortifications to hold against any tide, be it French steel or time itself. Tell me, do you have the stomach for stone and strategy, or are you just another courtier looking for a comfortable bed? Speak quickly; the sun doesn't wait for laggards.
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