Hey Friends,
The once fair city of The Shuddering Wood has been reduced a few smoldering piles of rubble (and a perfectly healthy stable.) My warriors, and the many brave souls you sent fought with courage and slew many 'err they embarked with quiet courage into that great night. We will little note what I say here, but we cannot - we must not - forget their sacrifice, or deafen our ears to their cry which echoes from eternity itself to our own minds and hearts today. That cry is: "let not my death be in vain, Numenor!" Count me not among those who shall forget what they died for, nor count me among those who forget an ugly face when I see it. Gather your armies, soldier, and make 'em big. The clock is ticking on these six names:
-Ro_Kung, who attacked from his city -Revenger-, shall himself feel revenge, the likes of which, english or whatever language 'ro_kung' is shall has no measure.
-Arminius, who attacked from both Marienburg and Konigsburg, may have chosen of his own free will to attack, but is now destined to meet doom most foul.
-*, who is too uncreative to think of a real name for his village.
-Raul, who attacked with his village For U.A..., is guilty not only of attacking and killing innocents, but also of using unneccessary ellipsis, a grammatical error for which there is no remission.
Friends! I say you now! What hope has the elm should the roots cry 'enow?' To whom shall the fields turn should the farmer fold his hands to rest? In the same way, we also have come to a world which shall reward us not but sorrow should we, in our weariness of doing good, turn our attention to lesser matters. The gauntlet has been cast and we will not be found among the wanting! Call every man! Make ready your machines of war! Up your crops to 10 or thereabouts! The winter is long and the night, it is dark, but the faint beginnings of a warm wind of the east cools our brow, and the sun rises!