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yeoldegodzilla · 13 days
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A 14th century property deed granting Godzilla land in Agincourt.
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eve-to-adam · 2 months
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That's it. That's all I had to say
This is such a Henry V song, I swear.
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davidcashuk · 4 months
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The French Heavy Knight is unstop....
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|| To Scold A King ⚔️
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Pairing: Henry “Hotspur” Percy and Lady “Kate” Mortimer Percy -early 15th century
Dynamic: a rough northern lord and his too good for him lady -a lady who has, through years of an arranged marriage gone horribly well, come to find his homespun gallantry and blunt ways more than a little intoxicating when knelt before her in amused deference. She could almost find it in herself to be gentle with him -if he hadn’t just started a rebellion whilst away from her at the Capitol.
Fandom: RPF, Shakespeare? Tom Glynn-Carney’s 5 magnificent minutes of a performance as Hotspur in <The King 2019> the armor alone was amply inspiring. The Hollow Crown fans feel free to imagine whoever, as you like. I love this historical pairing in about any iteration and the plot is drawn from both Shakespeare’s play and real history, the timeline, plot and politics being pretty self explanatory through the incorporated dialogue.
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medievalistsnet · 6 months
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oldschoolfrp · 2 years
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The Battle of Agincourt 1415 AD, Marc Miller’s board wargame based on the battle at Azincourt, October 25, 1415  (Game Designers’ Workshop, 1980 boxed version of game, originally released in a Ziploc bag in 1978, a “Series 120 Game” intended for 2 players to complete within 2 hours)  This is of course the same Marc Miller and GDW that published Traveller in 1977 -- The supposed divisions between historical and sci-fi and fantasy players, or between wargamers and RPGers, make no sense to those of us who’ll play anything.
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illustratus · 2 years
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Agincourt by Sergey Shinkin
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shakespearenews · 1 year
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As an English major turned speechwriter, I find myself returning to Shakespeare’s Henry V, because the play depends on the unique power speeches have to motivate and inspire, while locating that power in two distinct places: the words of the speaker and the minds of the audience.
Part of the play’s reliance on the power of speech is practical, rather than philosophical. While Broadway productions can run in the millions of dollars, the means and technology in Shakespeare’s time were also decidedly restricted. In fact, the play opens with the Chorus addressing the audience, asking them to do a lot of imaginative legwork:
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domonicriley · 6 months
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What’s he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark’d to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England:
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow is Saint Crispian:’
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say ‘These wounds I had on Crispin’s day.’
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember’d.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember’d;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
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minervacasterly · 11 months
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Video: "A Day in The Life of a Medieval Solider at The Battle of Agincourt..."
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angrybell · 6 months
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moreeverydaythings · 2 years
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Day 1476 - a statue of King Henry V (who was born in Monmouth) on the Shire Hall in the wonderfully named Agincourt Square in Monmouth
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bluesest · 2 years
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A Battle for Agincourt (40 Followers Special)
The Battle of Agincourt was one of the most important military conflicts in the "Hundred Years' War" is that English soldiers wanted to take the French town called Agincourt, various soldiers such as knights, archers, etc. The French used it as a temporary base to continue traveling throughout Europe and take English cities by force, the simple fact of destroying this base and town would be a serious blow to the French army, so a giant English army was headed there.
The army of English Knights and archers were located in the Harfleur port, where they would rest for a couple of days, since that port was the closest civilization site to Agincourt, the trip would take 6 hours to reach Agincourt, the archers and knights were separated in different specialized bases with their mastery and post in the army, these cities were known in those times for abundant diseases, the most common was dysentery, the archers had very bad luck, on the first night all the archers ate contaminated food for this disease, and the next morning the results were seen, Leo woke up with a strong pain in the abdomen, but there was no time for that, he put on his armor, and with a bow in his hand he went to go to training, being shooting arrows at the target, I can't stop thinking about his pain, then he heard growls from a fellow archer, he turned his head and saw a bearded man trying to take off his pants Alone, Leo asked what he was doing, but the man did not answer, with sweat on his forehead he managed to take off his pants, he leaned against the wall and liquid began to fall from his anus, wet farts sprouted from him while he moaned in pain, the poop was dark brown and his tummy was contracting, the man said, "I'm sorry, but I really needed to go."
Surprised Leo said: "What the hell are you doing?! Why didn't you use the bathroom?!" the man saw it strange and said: "Look at the base" Leo left his bow and went there, while walking Leo could feel how his stomach felt heavier for every step he took, when he arrived, Leo saw what his partner he meant, several archers were with their pants down shitting on the floor, many were kneeling on the ground, others were doing it in barrels, and others in the pig cage, where the pigs licked the dirty anuses of the archers, Leo kept walking while covering his nose, but he didn't realize that liquid poop left by one of his classmates was on the floor, it was yellow, it covered a large place on the floor and it was so thick that it stuck to Leo's shoes, he was so surprised that he Leo let out a hot fart, he felt his underwear fill with something hot and liquid, he grabbed his stomach with great pain and realized that it was going to happen to him, he didn't want to do it on the ground like the others and I look for where to "Leave the load", a man shouted his name He said, "Leo! come here, I have a wooden bucket for you" was another archer squatting, he was shitting small pieces of poop, Leo approached and asked: "Why didn't you use the bucket?", then he saw the bucket and it had already been used , it was half full of diarrhea of ​​different colors, disgusting pieces floated on it, the bucket had some outside areas with dry diarrhea, The goalkeeper added: "That's the reason, I prefer to shit on the ground, but you will see where you want to shit", Leo uncomfortable under his pants, and without his buttocks touching the bucket, he released his load, the diarrhea came out like pressurized water, sometimes he would stop just for another wet fart to escape and then he would continue, the archer who was still crouching said: "Wow , yes, you had to go too, right?", Leo embarrassed replied: "Shut up...".
Another day passed, the archers had no appetite, they spent their time moaning in pain and shitting, the war doctors examined in depth the discomfort of the archers and determined that it was due to dysentery, a serious disease at that time, they sent this information to the high command of the mission to Agincourt, they did not want to lose because of contaminated food, the fact that the archers had dysentery was a problem, dysentery is like a stronger version of common diarrhea, it causes Dehydration, Evacuations and vomiting constant, weakness and tiredness, etc. This was a problem as it meant that: the archers had less strength in their arms, Dehydration which is a slow poison to death, and the fact that the archers would be more focused on where to shit, causing the French to discover them, the tall commanders found a solution to the main problem, and no, they were not medicines, many men would die in the war anyway, the important thing is the things that are done during the war to win, with only one day left for the trip to Agincourt , the high command decided that the archers would not wear pants, or break underwear, they would go naked from the waist down, few were lucky enough to receive diapers or loincloths, this was done so that the archers would not have so many problems at the time to defecate, since it would be a great disadvantage if the goalkeepers take their pants down and up every hour, especially if these pants are difficult to get down.
On the morning of October 25, 1415, the English army began its journey to Agincourt, the knights in armor were the first in the ranks, the second were the crossbowmen, and the last were the archers, many times the positioning was ruined because the archers came out of the formation to "Answer the call", so much so that the leader who led the group of archers took turns, they would go to the bathroom together, and being whole sections of the formation, it is much easier maintain the marching order, Leo's group touched, his group was made up of the 10 archers that surrounded him, the leader gave 10 minutes before returning to formation, they had to wait for everyone, so the whole section would return together and there would be fewer problems, the group moved away from the army, there they talked: "Finally he gave us our turn, I was already shitting myself", another archer said: "How can you say that so naturally?", and an archer came out to defend him and said :"It's normal, no either? I bet you're shitting too, like I do", the goalie nodded, all 10 people dug a single hole and squatted, it was group shitting, Leo's first experience, not counting when He shit in a bucket while several men watched him, the men moaned, one of them said: "Man, I really needed this", another archer added: "It's true, my anus felt like water wanted to come out, opening it now I feel like I'm a faucet, while small hot stones touch my anal walls trying to get out", another archer joked and said: "Too much information", all took only 3 minutes to discharge their intestines, except one, who took 7 minutes claiming that the dysentery affected him enough, the whole group re-formed and continued with the trip.
After a long time, they finally reached Agincourt, a small town that was surrounded by French soldiers, The knights fought hand to hand, while the archers shot from behind, while Leo shot, he joined another companion, like Leo, he was naked, his penis was long and pale, although a little tanned from being exposed, the archer asked Leo for help and said: "Cover me, I don't want the French to kill me, you know... Dysentery", Leo was surprised and asked why he hadn't defecated before, he replied: "I don't want to shit in front of 9 men! I prefer that only 1 see me", Leo turned his head to give his partner privacy, behind him he heard a thunderous fart, he could hearing it even with the screams of the knights, the archer's poop hit the ground hard, Leo had seen how many of his teammates had anal explosions, but never one as strong as that, the archer said: "It feels so good Leo concentrated so hard. or in the river of yellow waste that he didn't realize that his insides loosened, his diarrhea ran down his feet, Leo was embarrassed, the goalkeeper said: "Well, now there are 2 of us, come and shit with me, so we don't make a mess Leo squatted down next to the archer, his shit splattering onto other people's legs and penises, all while standing on a battlefield, where several people were also having bouts of diarrhoea.
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heartofstanding · 2 years
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Various accounts of Henry V coming to the defence of his brother, Humphrey, Duke of Gloucester, at the Battle of Agincourt. Transcribed and dates/authors taken from Anne Curry (ed.), The Battle of Agincourt: Sources and Interpretations (The Boydell Press, 2009).
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stonelord1 · 2 years
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The FAT Old Duke of York?
The FAT Old Duke of York?
Tudor propaganda in regards to the appearance of members of the York family was not confined, it seems, to Richard III, but was  also applied to Edward of Norwich, Duke of York, his grandfather’s older brother, who was slain at Agincourt, the only major English casualty of that famous battle. In the account written closest to the actual time frame, it was said that Duke Edward stood his ground…
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longsleevelaceration · 6 months
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tonight, we celebrated st. crispin's day. you know: the Battle of Agincourt.
you said you saved this whiskey for special occasions. the last time you had some was his birthday, in memoriam.
there was just a sip left. you insisted i have it.
we are putting together something beautiful, and it's your vision we're following, and i am delighted to be part of it.
a toast, then: to Agincourt
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