Extract from A Compilation of Władysław Warneńczyk, Pt. CLXII41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmQfbwuH9jL
Recorded on the sixth day of Borës, the twelfth month of the year four hundred and ninety-one41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBeBUyRUMMZ
I was hardly sane when I came up with the suggestion that we should divide our forces to lure away Radilov but it was the only thing that came to mind. More often than not, when you are of my age, one would exercise caution. I had all the time in the world to strategize and plan the placements of my troops. I have lived six decades. It would not have hurt to live another few minutes to think. To think compactly and objectively, not fluidly and recklessly. I saved plenty, but I could have saved plenty more. I chose to fight that battle like a game, like how it was when I faced our southern neighbors, the Bohëmer.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSzxCBRtoF7
It was the year you were born. I was thirty-nine. But it would be another fifteen years before we met. As the Commander of the Southern Armies, I found myself leading an expeditionary force of twelve thousand tasked with an invasion. If that did not signify the stupidity of the king whose family I fought so hard for to be restored to their throne, I fear nothing would. But that’s a tangent and a half. Soon, this meager force was deployed and I followed my orders to the bone. Days later, quite unsurprisingly, we were surrounded in the Moraweviner Valley. What do you do in that situation but to retreat? No, instead, the king decided to dispatch a force of his own thirteen times the size of mine intending to reinforce my rear when he could have done so from the beginning. Nevermind that, my new orders were then to hold my ground and hope that the gods sail down from their heavens to save my backside. The casualties we took from that opening battle meant that we had to retreat nevertheless, and I was berated for my unseemly performance. Yet somehow, they did not have the gall to remove me from my post and I tried again three years later. I had learnt not to heed those idiots who knew nothing about war and marched down that same valley victoriously.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUM8qlVrydm
I thought I had learnt from them, but instead, I became the fool. I can confidently say that whatever was thrown at me could have been deflected from its path. I know, because I am here, alive. I cannot say for certain whether they will survive the idiocy of their general but it is for certain that I was foolish.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi1MxB3vAcX
— Jacek Florian41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf79WE8SbaE
