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<blockquote data-quote="The Patriarchy" data-source="post: 22656" data-attributes="member: 162">[ATTACH=full]2691[/ATTACH]21st of January, 867 - Doublady Market, on the road to LitoměřiceAs we journeyed through the marketplace of Doublady, fate threw me into an unexpected test of mettle. A gathering crowd cheered wildly as a muscular man challenged all comers to a martial contest. His boasts were loud, his chest bare and scarred, and his stance exuded a confidence that made me hesitate. Yet, a tug of pride and curiosity pulled me forward. I thought, perhaps, that a touch of strategy might be enough to best this brawler.In truth, the fight was brief. My attempts at clever maneuvers fell short under the force of his raw strength. Before long, I found myself tossed aside, feeling the sting of defeat both in body and spirit as the crowd laughed and coins changed hands. My muscles, better suited to drawing a quill than wielding a weapon, ached from the contest, and yet... it served as a reminder. I am no warrior, nor should I seek to pretend otherwise. I may win no favor through feats of arms, but I am still bound for Litoměřice, where my mind and words may prove far sharper than my blade ever could.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="The Patriarchy, post: 22656, member: 162"] [ATTACH type="full"]2691[/ATTACH] [I]21st of January, 867 - Doublady Market, on the road to Litoměřice[/I] As we journeyed through the marketplace of Doublady, fate threw me into an unexpected test of mettle. A gathering crowd cheered wildly as a muscular man challenged all comers to a martial contest. His boasts were loud, his chest bare and scarred, and his stance exuded a confidence that made me hesitate. Yet, a tug of pride and curiosity pulled me forward. I thought, perhaps, that a touch of strategy might be enough to best this brawler. In truth, the fight was brief. My attempts at clever maneuvers fell short under the force of his raw strength. Before long, I found myself tossed aside, feeling the sting of defeat both in body and spirit as the crowd laughed and coins changed hands. My muscles, better suited to drawing a quill than wielding a weapon, ached from the contest, and yet... it served as a reminder. I am no warrior, nor should I seek to pretend otherwise. I may win no favor through feats of arms, but I am still bound for Litoměřice, where my mind and words may prove far sharper than my blade ever could. [/QUOTE]

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