[i]"The young King Tyros, having conquered all of Umbria, uniting its people, called together a massive force. 30,000 men, ready to fight and die for their king, something unseen since the conception of this great country. Today would mark the day that a once warring nation, united under one banner would stave off the shadows of the imperial's wing. Today Umbria marched to war, in what would be known as the great... the er... the... hmm..."[/i]

Thallus slowly twirled the ink dipped quill in his hand, mulling over the proper words to use on the parchment. "Ay suppose...this would be something of a...revolution? No...more like a crusade... its definitely a war, the laddie certainly made that one clear..." Placing the quill down at his side, he set the parchment on his lap as formulated the sentences in his head. Pulling a wooden pipe from his pocket he put it in his mouth, clamping it in place before grabbing a vial from another pocket and filling the pipe with tobacco. Afterwards he grabbed another vial, this one filled with dried cinder leaves, he ground them between his fingers before tossing them in the bowl, small sparks ignited the load and allowed him to pull in a few puffs so that it could cherry. So engrossed was he in this process he barely noticed how the low din of the troops suddenly turned into war cries as the army began its forward march.

"Ay, looks like its time to go," picking up the reigns he spoke to his ox, "off we go Benjy! HYAH!" He whipped the reigns and the ox groaned as it slowly began pulling the cart alongside several other supply wagons.

"Long journey ahead boys!" he said to no one in particular, "who wants to sing a song?!"

[center][i]In the merry month of June, From my home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted,
Saluted me father dear, Kissed me darling mother,
Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born,
Cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin,
In a brand new pair of brogues, go rattling o'er the bogs,
Frightening all the dogs, On the rocky road to Dumnonia.

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