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[vox-anglosphere]

Young, ambitious Henry V nearly united England & France in 1420

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[bluesest]

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.

#Diarrhea #Farts #Coprophilia #Archer #Agincourt #Disentery #Armor

[hedgehog-moss]

I’m halfway through a French book about the Battle of Agincourt and I love how the author is keeping the suspense strong by sounding chivalrously worried about the English and how hopelessly outnumbered they are, then describing the battlefield like “While the English are starved and diseased and gross after their disastrous march through Normandy, our fresh and rosy French army looks simply dashing” and really piling on the details that will make the outcome all the more humiliating for us. It’s so funny. I wish school hadn’t spoiled me the Hundred Years’ War because if I were reading this unspoiled I’d be feeling so psyched right now, like aw yeah we’re definitely going to crush the English, it’s almost too easy! we should give their archers a ten minute head start, poor things! and really getting the full French-knight-at-Agincourt experience

#every time the author lets us spend a few pages with the english during the pre-battle preparations it's like #aw it's nice to let us see the losers' side so we can empathise with them. yes they really are pathetic and tired #anyway back to the french side oh wow another six thousand men arrived in the meantime? #come on that's just too many soldiers we won't need half of these

[sgiandubh]

'We few, we happy few, we band of brothers'

It is one thing to disprove and even despise The Shire and its netizens. It is a whole other affair to violently bash S's skills, based on absolutely nothing else than spiteful disappointment.

We are being told by Mordor's basement polymaths the man cannot act. It is probably by an unelucidated strike of luck or by charity that he was cast by *** to embody book boyfriend JAMMF, when he has only 5 (five) known facial expressions in his quiver. He was the weakest link of Season 1 cast: I suppose the BJ/Frank Randall 2-in-1 does have a fan club, after all. His acting is wooden. He has chemistry only with C and by Her grace only, because you know, gay as a bag of popcorn. He is a semi-literate hunk, with documented spelling problems. Even more so, when we conveniently toss aside the mounting hysteria during Quarantein Ha-wa-wee disgrace (hey Pooks and all the sock account Dobermans: I hope you remember your Twitter blaze of glory moment every single morning while brushing your teeth). And (also a favorite) he doesn't read, he doesn't prepare, he is sloppy, like that.

God forbid you'd try to set this colossal unfairness straight. You are automatically signed up to the Mommies for Sam Committee and labeled accordingly. Brainless victim (of what, since he is basically useless, but let's not embarrass ourselves with logic), unapologetic limerent inamorata, romantic whale, delusional rural shipper, conspiracy theory troll. Anything goes, really and we know the tune by heart, at this point in time.

Not so long ago, I was re-watching the oath sequence of (5.01) The Fiery Cross, for which I suppose all background/context is superfluous. The only clip I could find has appalling sound, but should still immediately take you back to the Return of the Kilt (starts at 0:56):

It immediately reminded me of this:

This is the extraordinary Henry V Saint Crispin's Day speech. Pure Shakespeare and unmatchable Olivier. It is also a well-documented kamikaze moment of the Battle of Agincourt (1415), when a heavily outnumbered English army defeated in an almost miraculous turn of events the French. Granted, the real speech must have been way more concise, but nevertheless a potent affair, with Henry's cunning use of rumors having it that the French would cut two fingers off each captured archer's right hand, to virtually neutralize them. And his army was, essentially, an army of longbows.

Whatever it was, it worked. It worked so well, that it even gave Winston Churchill the idea of asking Laurence Olivier to broadcast this speech for the BBC some time around 1942 and then make a movie of the whole play, in 1944. Again, context is important -it always is, by the way - and it sheds the right light on Olivier's performance. More than acting, it is damn effective war propaganda, a wonderful patriotic act and completely representative for the "we shall fight them on the beaches and we shall never surrender" spirit. It is also all about acting as summoning of energy: Olivier manages to channel Henry V, he is Henry V and this immediately gives an irresistible depth and truth to his performance.

For contrast, one could compare his version with Branagh's 1989 interpretation (https://youtu.be/y1BhnepZnoo), which I am not adding here for the sake of levity. The main difference is, for me at least, palpable: Olivier completely suppressed his ego, which I am afraid is something impossible to achieve for Branagh. His take on the speech aims to be more modern and natural, and yet it is still all about Branagh promoting his art. And we know it immediately. A fairly honest tableau vivant, but no depth and nowhere near as majestic as the other.

I am not saying here that S is on par with Laurence Olivier. That would really mean being a romantic whale and I am the one you start to get, I hope, acquainted with. What I am saying is that this guy you just love to humiliate and endlessly cackle about every single day God makes, really, deliberately knows what he is doing in there. I would bet handsome money on S carefully watching and re-watching Olivier's Saint Crispin's Day monologue, in order to prepare for that particular scene. The similarities are, to me, evident, as is the consistent hard work and - dare I say it?- massive talent. It's all about owning the scene and being in the moment. And it is arresting, at times.

All of this is not exactly some shipper far-fetched speculation. S wrote, after all, in Waypoints (and the reference is way too spot on to believe in a kind gesture of the ghostwriter) that he "devoured"

I see great things. I see a very gifted guy who has no ego (C was spot on and for an actor, that is a blessing) and also probably no idea of his (considerable) acting range. I also see a guy who, spare for OL, has been grossly, unfairly miscast and overlooked. And who was determined to take whatever was available or easy on the schedule, in order to remain relevant. I may not be a good client for his booze, but I would pay handsomely to see him in something along the lines of For Whom The Bell Tolls. Or even (if you want a more exotic but oh, so rewarding alternative) a still inexplicably missing Western adaptation of Bulgakov's Master and Margarita (probably not the best times for that one, but still: Bulgakov was, after all, born in Kyiv and not really a fan, to say the least, of tyrants). That's exactly how damn good he is.

How was it, Kidneystone BIF? Oh. "No boundaries. No respect. No class." Exactly, madam. You said it yourself.

#Youtube

[scotianostra]

On 22nd March 1421, Scottish army. under the Earl of Buchan defeated English forces at Bauge in Anjou, France.

Not heard of it? That’s because the history we were taught in school was all anglicized, oh we did get a wee bit about the 100 year war, mainly Agincourt, because the English won that day, or possibly Crecy, another victory for them, Bauge and many other times the English were gubbed are ignored.

Ok you might be wondering why I say a Scottish army, historians all say that the majority of the troops were Scottish soldiers, aye there was a few Frenchmen fighting on “our” side, but this was very much a Scottish victory over an English army.

This all goes down as part of the Auld Alliance, which was signed in 1295 by King John Balliol and Philip IV of France. The Alliance was renewed periodically after that date and by the 1410s it was very much “in play” as Henry V of England initiated the third phase of the Hundred Years War, often known to historians as the Lancastrian War.

In 1418, it was the French Dauphin who called on his Scottish allies for assistance in his efforts to curtail Henry’s depredations after the great battle of Agincourt in 1415. It had to be the Dauphin, or Crown Prince, who sought help from Scotland because the French king, Charles VI, was already showing signs of the mental illness that would eventually see him nicknamed Charles the Mad.

The French aristocracy had split into two factions with many supporting the Duke of Burgundy in his aspirations to take the throne, while many others stayed loyal to the King and the House of Valois, known as the Armagnacs. Increasingly it was the teenaged Dauphin, the future Charles VII, who made all the major decisions for the Valois regime and, faced with the Burgundy alliance with Henry V and the surrender of many of his own forces, he sent for help from Scotland.

The complicating factor at the time was that King James I of Scotland was still a prisoner of the English, albeit that he was part of the royal household of Henry, whom he greatly admired, and he would actually fight with the English army against the French in France in 1420. In charge of Scotland was the Duke of Albany, Robert Stewart, who had become regent when James was first captured by the English in 1406 while en route to France.

There had been no large battles between the Scots and the English since the Battle of Homildon Hill, or Humbleton Hill, in 1402 won by the English, but with England preoccupied with France, Albany no doubt felt it safe to respond positively to Scotland’s oldest ally. By 1419, there was also peace of a sort along the border with England so the Scots could afford to send an army of around 6000 men including men at arms, spearman and archers to serve alongside the remaining French royal army.

Henry V’s of England’s brother, Thomas the Duke of Clarence led 10,000 men south towards the Loire. They set about besieging the castle at Bauge when the Scots were garrisoned, they made contact with them the day before Good Friday. A truce was reached, lasting until Monday, so that the combatants could properly observe the religious occasion of Easter.

The English lifted their siege and withdrew to nearby Beaufort, while the Scots camped at La Lude. However, early in the afternoon of Saturday Scottish scouts reported that the English had broken the truce and were advancing upon them hoping to take them by surprise. The Scots rallied hastily and battle was joined at a bridge which the Duke of Clarence, with banner unfurled for battle, sought to cross. A detachment of a few hundred men under Sir Robert Stewart of Ralston, reinforced by the retinue of Hugh Kennedy, held the bridge and prevented passage long enough for the Earl of Buchan to rally the rest of his army, whereupon they made a fighting retreat to the town where the English archers would be ineffective.

Both armies now joined in a bitter melee that lasted until nightfall. During this time Sir John Carmichael of Douglasdale broke his lance unhorsing the Duke of Clarence; since that day the Carmichael coat of arms displays an armoured hand holding aloft a broken lance in commemoration of the victory. Once on the ground, the Duke was killed by Sir Alexander Buchanan. The English dead included the Lord Roos, Sir John Grey and Gilbert de Umfraville, whose death directly led to the extinction of the male line of that illustrious family, well known to the Scots since the Wars of Independence. The Earl of Somerset and his brother were captured by Laurence Vernon (later elevated to the rank of knight for his conduct), the Earl of Huntingdon was captured by Sir John Sibbald, and Lord Fitz Walter was taken by Henry Cunningham.

On hearing of the Scottish victory, Pope Martin V passed comment by reiterating a common mediaeval saying, that the Scots are well-known as an antidote to the English.

#scotland #scottish #france #england #100 year war

[evildevil42]

mann english archers who were captured by the french during the battle of agincourt woulda suucked if they were gamers. like they'd be bad at it

[ekebolou]

Been watching the wonderful Blumineck and started thinking about archery in the Kostas world. Like, the boys are learning martial skills, are they good archers? and the answer is NO. ARCHERY IS UNDIGNIFIED AND FOR THE POORS (in the Kostas world)

Is this a stupid attitude for the culture to have? Yes.

Are there archers in the military in Kostas? Yes, absolutely. Crossbowmen, in fact. Remember they've artificially halted their development of black powder weapons with the Ban (lol, just kidding, everyone is secretly violating the ban, they just can't use it in real battles).

Bows are sneaky. They kill an enemy from far away, quite quietly. It's all very contrary to warrior-ly confrontation. What's more, they're common - people use them to hunt, so every country bumpkin can in some sense use a bow. It's not cool.

This is very Agincourt, by the way. That's about the attitude. In a culture with a very unsettled (because coup) relationship between classes, it's unusual to have something persist, because it's unusual for the military and the nobility to agree. The military does usually default more towards the practical, and uses the shit out of whatever long-range weaponry they can sneak onto the field, but they also are buttering their bread with large groups of individuals meeting in hand-to-hand combat. An archer is of practical, tactical use, but your officers aren't learning that shit (some of them already know, of course, but it's not cool to admit that).

It's actually kind of an element of controversy that Prince Diarmaid is so into hunting. Because he likes bow hunting (there are guys out there with boar spears and crap, but that's a great way to start a succession crisis). So the double entendre about his 'hunting' being related to his sexual activities is a kind of weird way of excusing his interest in hunting (and exaggerates the degree to which he's out there actually fucking). BUT ALSO - the Capitol was originally a hunting palace. The royal family has a long history of being weird and into hunting, which of course means it's kind of their monopoly in the upper ranks. THEY get to hunt. YOU, wee baron, don't.

Again, doesn't mean nobility are out here never touching a bow. archery is too practical and useful (and fun) a skill to be neglected in a widespread way. It's just not cool. Bragging about or organizing social events around hunting/archery would be like bragging about being able to slice perfectly even slices of bread. Like, that's great, but why did you tell the court?

Midraeic tradition is entirely different - it's a point of pride going way back to their desert days to be good hunters and archers, but it's an element of their culture that has been worn down by disenfranchisement in Ainjir. So it's still very present in old art and writing, and in phrases passed down, but it's not widely practiced in the way it used to be. They're just gonna raise some goats if they want some meat, because wandering around on Ainjir land, alone or in armed groups, is a great way to get identified as a problem.

So neither Cole nor Nika are stellar archers. They don't have the specific skills and musculature that it takes to be good at it, and haven't practiced very much. The vast majority of archery in the military is crossbow use, but these corps of soldiers aren't very well respected. There are areas where horseback archery (like the place I forget the name of at the moment, where there's a kind of arroyo + flat dry plains environment) is well practiced and prominent, but this is a kind of special cultural enclave. Mostly, the Ainjir will turn to guerilla tactics that obviate the greatest benefits of archery, because mostly they're able to do that with their terrain (they got a lot of thick forests, hills and mountains that make sight lines sometimes difficult to establish) - except when it comes to Adineh. Which is why they're always such a threat.

#kostas stuff

[armthearmour]

Book Review: Welsh Soldiers in the Later Middle Ages

Published by Boydell and Brewer in 2015, Welsh Soldiers in the Later Middle Ages, 1282-1422, written by Adam Chapman, seeks to fill what the author perceives as a lacuna in the scholarship of the late medieval English military history. This lacuna is the role of the Welsh in the English army in the given period. This work seeks to answer several questions regarding the Welsh in English warfare: what sort of Welshmen became soldiers? How was Welsh society organized for war? What impact did wider political considerations have upon Welsh service in England’s armies?

Pursuant to this goal, the work is divided into two parts. The first part (which consists of chapters one through five) provides a chronological account of events beginning with the conquest of Gwynedd in 1282-1283 and ending with the end of the reign of King Henry V in 1422. The second part (which contains chapters six, seven, and eight) examines the organization of Welsh culture as it relates to war and the production of soldiers.

Beginning with Edward I’s Gwynedd campaign in 1282 and ending with the King’s death in 1307, the first of this work’s eight chapters examines the role of the reign of Edward I in bringing the Welsh under English influence and the role the Welsh themselves played in this process. In particular, the author pays close attention to the number of Welsh soldiers serving under Edward I even at this early date, finding that they played a substantial part in Edward’s armies even before the conquests began.

The second chapter continues with the reign of Edward II. Here, the author claims that Edward II was even more dependent upon his Welsh subjects than his father, citing the even larger numbers of Welsh soldiers serving in Edward II’s Scottish campaigns. The focus then shifts to the internal conflicts of Edward II’s reign, where the author continues to emphasize the importance of Welsh infantry in both the armies of the King and his enemies.

The third chapter concerns the third Edward and his campaigns in Scotland and France. Whereas Edward I had established a particular manner of military machine, which his son Edward II used throughout his reign, Edward III’s military career was characterized by refinement and reform of the old machine he had inherited. The author characterizes this period as a transition from the infantry focused army of Edward I to the mixed mounted archers and men-at-arms which Edward III would utilize most heavily in his war with the French. This change, Chapman claims, brought down the English reliance on Welsh troops due in large part to the Welsh economy’s inability to  produce large numbers of well furnished, mounted men.

Chapter four discusses the fomenting of rebellion in Wales between 1360 and 1400. Here the author argues that Anglo-Welsh relations had been molded by war, and that this informed the Welsh attempts at self-determination. The fifth and final chapter of this section  considers the reigns of Henry IV and Henry V, the second Welsh rebellion, and the resumption of the war in France. In particular, Chapman argues that the second rebellion “remilitarized” Wales, which led to a readoption of the infantry archer by Henry V for his Agincourt campaign.

The second section of the book focuses on military and social organization. Chapter six, in particular, considers military organization and obligation, focusing on the shifting military obligations of the Welsh to the English crown as the organization of the English army changed. Chapter seven discusses Welsh recruitment and deployment, once again paying particular attention to the changing elements of recruitment and deployment as the nature of the English army changed, but also discussing topics such as pay and other rewards for military service. The eighth and final chapter of the work considers the Welsh soldier and his equipment in terms of distinguishing him from his English contemporaries. This chapter also considers the particularly Welsh tactics employed by the Gaelic members of the English army. Finally Chapman synthesizes his information and arguments with a concluding chapter.

The main body of the text is followed by two appendices, the first of which provides charts concerning the size of English armies and the numbers of Welshmen whom the English crown recruited constituted them. The second includes a brief list of important Welsh figures and short histories of them. A useful glossary is included which covers technical terms in both English and Welsh. A bibliography which includes both primary and secondary sources is appended, before a final index to finish the work off.

The author relies primarily on period English sources for his arguments, leaning on exchequer, treaty, and patent rolls, as well as auditors accounts. The body of secondary scholarship cited by Chapman is substantial, however all of it is in English. In the main body of text, Chapman includes a large number of footnotes allowing the reader to source his information as well as providing additional commentary.

In all, this work is a valuable one which provides much needed commentary on the role of the Welsh in the English war machine. The prose is approachable, and the information is clearly laid out, but it is also well sourced, making this a useful book for individuals of all experience levels.

#book review #review #art #history #medieval #middle ages #england #english

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Five Fics Friday: Sept 16/22

Happy Friday everyone! It’s been a long week, so let’s just indulge in some fandom, no? Hope you guys enjoy the fics I’ve picked this week!

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#five fics friday #my fic recs #johnlock fic recs

[hashtagcaneven]

It's not going to be important for a while, but I want my readers to know that, as someone who regularly shoots with an English longbow, I shit on the Battle of Agincourt lovingly.

Fellow archers, please don't hate me I love you ヽ(゜～゜o)ノ

#30p #kuro irl #archery #history nerd

[nightbringer24]

Built three more models with all the plastic Perry Miniature bits I have.

Top is a lesser ranked man at arms, with full plate protection for this body and legs, with hounskull bascinet and maille aventail, while his arms are protected by padded sleeves and plate gauntlets. Made up of a torso from the Agincourt English Army and arms from the Agincourt French Infantry.

Middle is a drummer. Now, from the evidence I can find, these guys would have usually only worn civilian wear, don’t fully know why exactly but there’s that, but he’s got a bit more protection in the form a padded aketon and a baldric dagger. Torso and head are from the Agincourt English Army’s archers sprue, while the arms are from the Wars of the Roses Mercenaries Infantry command sprue.

Bottom is a trumpeter, same case as the drummer above with a padded aketon and dagger at his back (you can just see the pommel behind him). Torso is from the Agincourt French Infantry set, head from the Agincourt English Army’s archers sprue, and the trumpet is from the Wars of the Roses Infantry (bows and bills) command sprue.

Top guy works best as a sort of soldier of fortune/mercenary man-at-arms type of guy, though he is wearing a short jupon over his torso, so he could work as a lesser retainer for a lord. Musicians I’ll definitely do in livery colours for whoever their lord will be.

And again they’ll be used for models for the Adretian Empire in my fantasy story.

#ciaran builds #my models #perry miniatures #adretian empire #the swordwind rises

[rockyp77mk3]

English* archers at The Battle Of Agincourt by  Angus McBride.

I believe a good number were Welsh, revisionists can suck it.

[bluesest]

Una Batalla por Agincourt (Especial de 40 segidores) (Spanish version of"A Battle for Agincourt")

La Batalla de Agincourt fue una de los conflictos Belicos más importantes en la "Guerra de los cien años" se trata de que Soldados ingleses querian tomar el pueblo frances llamado Agincourt, varios soldados como caballeros, arqueros, etc. franceses la utilizaban como base temporal para seguir viajando por toda Europa y tomar ciudades inglesas por la fuerza, el simple hecho de destruir esta base y pueblo seria un golpe duro hacia el ejercito frances, asi que un ejercito ingles gigante se dirigia hacia alla.

La armada de Caballeros y arqueros ingleses se ubicaron en el puerto Harfleur, donde descansarian un par de días, ya que ese puerto era el sitio con civilización más cercano a Agincourt, el viaje tardaria 6 horas hasta llegar a Agincourt, los arqueros y caballeros fueron separados en diferentes bases especializadas con su maestria y puesto en el ejercito, Estas ciudades eran conocidas en esos tiempos por las enfermedades abundantes, la más comun era la disenteria, los arqueros tuvieron muy mala suerte, en la primera noche todos los arqueros comieron comida contaminada por esta enfermedad, y en la mañana siguiente se vieron los resultados, Leo desperto con un fuerte dolor en el abdomen, pero no habia tiempo para eso, se coloco su armadura, y con arco en la mano fue a ir al entrenamiento, al estar disparando flechas a la diana, no dejo de pensar en su dolor, luego el escucho gruñidos por parte de un compañero arquero, giro su cabeza y vio a un hombre barbudo tratando de quitarse sus pantalones, Leo pregunto que estaba haciendo, pero el hombre no contesto, con sudor en la frente logro sacarse su pantalon, se arrimo a la pared y empezo a caer liquido de su ano, pedos humedos brotaron de el mientras el gemia de dolor, la caca era de color marron oscuro y su barriga se contraia, el hombre dijo:"Lo siento, pero enserio necesitaba ir".

Leo sorprendido dijo:"Pero que carajos haces?! por que no utilizaste el baño?!" el hombre lo vio extraño y dijo:"Mira la base" Leo dejo su arco y fue hacia alla, mientras caminaba Leo podia sentir como su estomago se sentia más pesado por caca paso que daba, al llegar, Leo vio a lo que su compañero se referia, varios arqueros estaban con los pantalones abajo cagando en el piso, muchos estaban arrodillados en el suelo, otros lo hacian en barriles, y otros en la jaula de cerdos, donde los cerdos lamian los anos sucios de los arqueros, Leo siguio caminando mientras tapaba su nariz, pero no se dio cuenta que piso caca liquida dejada por uno de sus compañeros, era amarilla, cubria un gran lugar en el suelo y era tan espesa que se pego en los zapatos de Leo, fue tanta la sorpresa que a Leo se le escapo un pedo caliente, el sintio como su ropa interior se llenaba de algo liquido y caliente, agarro su estomago con mucho dolor y se dio cuenta que a el le iba a suceder, el no queria hacerlo en el suelo como los demas y busco donde "Dejar la carga", un hombre grito su nombre, el dijo:"Leo! ven aqui, tengo una cubeta de madera para ti" era otro arquero en cunclillas, estaba cagando pequeños trozos de caca, Leo se acerco y Pregunto:"Por que tu no utilizaste la cubeta?", luego vio la cubeta y ya habia sido usada, estaba media llena de diarrea de diferentes colores, trozos asquerosos flotaban sobre eso, la cubeta tenia algunas zonas exteriores con diarrea seca, El arquero añadio:"Esa es la razón, prefiero cagar en el suelo, pero veras tu donde quieres cagar", Leo incomodo bajo sus pantalones, y sin que sus nalgas toquen la cubeta, libero su carga, la diarrea salia como agua a presión, aveces paraba solo para que escape otro pedo humedo y luego seguia, el arquero quien seguia en cunclillas dijo:"Vaya, si que tenias que ir tu tambien, no?", Leo avergonzado contesto:"Callate...".

Otro día paso, los arqueron no tenian apetito, se la pasaban gimiendo de dolor y cagando, los medicos de guerra examinaron a profundidad los malestares de los arqueros y determinaron que era culpa de la disenteria, una enfermedad grave en esa epoca, enviaron esta información a los altos mandos de la misión hacia Agincourt, ellos no querian perder por comida contaminada, el hecho de que los arqueros tuviesen disenteria era todo un problema, la disenteria es como una versión más fuerte de la diarrea comun, causa Deshidratación, Evacuaciones y vomitos constantes, debilidad y cansancio, etc. Esto era un problema ya que significaba que: los arqueros tenian menos fuerza en sus brazos, Deshidratación que es un veneno lento hacia la muerte, y el hecho que los arqueros estarian más concentrados en donde cagar, haciendo que los franceses los descubrieran, los altos mandos encontraron una solución al problema principal, y no, no eran medicinas, muchos hombres moririan en la guerra de todos modos, lo importante son las cosas que se hacen durante la guerra para ganar, al tan solo quedar un día para el viaje hacia Agincourt, los altos mandos decidieron que los arqueros no llevarian pantalones, ni rompa interior, irian desnudos de la cintura para abajo, pocos fueron los afortunados de recibir pañales o taparrabos, esto se hizo con el fin de que los arqueros no tuviesen tantos problemas a la hora de defecar, ya que seria una gran desventaja que los arqueros se bajen y suban los pantalones cada hora, especialmente si estos pantalones son dificiles de bajar.

En la mañana del 25 de Octubre del año 1415, El ejercito Ingles comenzo su viaje hacia Agincourt, los caballeros de armadura eran los primeros en las filas, los segundos eran los ballesteros, y los ultimos eran los arqueros, muchas veces se arruinaba el posicionamiento debido a que los arqueros salian de la formación para "Responder el llamado", tanto era asi que el lider que dirigia el grupo de los arqueros hizo turnos, irian al baño juntos, y al ser secciones enteras de la formación, es mucho más facil mantener el orden de marcha, toco el grupo de Leo, su grupo estaba conformado por los 10 arqueros que lo rodeaban, el lider dio 10 minutos antes de regresar a la formación, tenian que esperar a todos, asi toda la sección volveria junta y habria menos problemas, el grupo se alejo del ejercito, alli conversaron:"Finalmente nos dio nuestro turno, yo ya me estaba cagando", otro arquero dijo:"Como puedes decir eso con tanta naturalidad?", y un arquero salio a defenderlo y dijo:"Es normal, no? apuesto a que tu tambien te estas cagando, como yo lo hago", el arquero asintio con la cabeza, todas las 10 personas cabaron un solo hoyo y se pusieron en cunclillas, era cagar en grupo, la primera experiencia de Leo, sin contar cuando el cago en una cubeta mientras varios hombres lo veian, los hombres gemian, uno de ellos dijo:"Hombre, de verdad necesitaba esto", otro arquero añadio:"Es verdad, mi ano se sentia como si agua quisiera salir, al abrirlo ahora siento como si fuera un grifo, mientras pequeñas piedras calientes tocan mis paredes anales intentando salir", otro arquero bromeo y dijo:"Demasiada información", todos tardaron solo 3 minutos en descargar sus intestinos, excepto uno, que tardo 7 minutos alegando que la disenteria lo afecto bastante, todo el grupo volvio a formarse y siguieron con el viaje.

Luego de mucho tiempo, al fin llegaron a Agincourt, un pequeño pueblo que estaba rodeado por soldados franceses, Los caballeros lucharon cuerpo a cuerpo, mientras los arqueros disparaban por detras, mientras Leo disparaba, se junto con otro compañero, al igual que Leo, el estaba desnudo, su pene era largo y palido, aunque un poco bronceado por estar expuesto, el arquero pidio a Leo ayuda y dijo:"Cubreme, no quiero que los franceses me maten, ya sabes... Disenteria", Leo se extraño y pregunto porque el no habia defecado antes, el respondio:"No quiero cagar enfrente de 9 hombres! prefiero a que 1 solo me vea", Leo volteo su cabeza para darle a su compañero privacidad, detras de el escucho un pedo estruendoso, pudo escucharlo incluso con los gritos de los caballeros, la caca de el arquero impactaba con fuerza en la tierra, Leo habia visto como muchos de sus compañeros tenian explosiones anales, pero nunca una tan fuerte como esa, el arquero dijo:"Se siente tan bien", Leo se concentro tanto en el rio de desechos amarillos que no se dio cuenta que sus entrañas se aflojaron, su diarrea corrio por sus pies, Leo estaba avergonzado, el arquero dijo:"Bueno, ahora somos 2, ven y caga conmigo, asi no hacemos un desastre", Leo se puso en cunclillas a lado del arquero, sus mierdas salpicaban hacia las piernas y penes de las otras personas, todo esto mientras estaban en un campo de batalla, donde varias personas tambien tenian un ataque de diarrea.

#Diarrhea #Farts #Coprophilia #Archer #Agincourt #Disentery #Armor

[kimbap-r0ll]

The middle finger thing is a fun story! (I love Merida!!!) The story the anon was talking about is the Welsh capturing English archers in the Battle of Agincourt of 1415! Sadly, it’s not the birth of the middle finger. Historians trace it all the way back to Ancient Rome…

Ooh this is interesting, I never knew that! I'm a history person, so these kinds of random facts (?) make me happy whenever I run across them. I learned Latin for a bit and I know that we had to learn about Ancient Rome too, yet I'm a bit disappointed I never knew about this haha (though I found out how to swear a bit in Latin?).

Either way, thank you for letting me know anon!

#personal #history #ask box #anon

[lightdancer1]

Older style histories sometimes talked about 'cultural ways of waging war' which have only been partially true:

In the ancient world military organization was somewhat more diverse than it is today. This is not really a case of 'every nation its own method of war' so much as 'use what you have where you are because the world is much smaller and it requires an outside context problem to break inertia.' The plentiful supplies of wood and animal life around them meant that the Nubians, unlike the Egyptians, were able to focus much more on archery and when this worked well it worked to Agincourt proportions, when it didn't it worked very, very badly indeed. The ultimate conquest of the 25th Dynasty was built on hitching the traditional massed archery methods to that of the huge Egyptian-style army of infantry, cavalry, and siege engines to take cities.

It took a long time to get to that point not least because the Pharaohs were utterly willing to put to the sword anyone who tried it too soon for their liking.

#lightdancer comments on history #against eurocentrism #nubian history #egyptian history #military history #black history month