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I should hope that true!

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Knight and Squire Oaths in the Teeth of the Storm The storm had not yet spent its wrath. Ronan and Tomas sat upon the rough‑hewn bed in Kaylen’s chamber, the torchlight wavering against the stone as though the very walls breathed with unease. Outside, thunder rolled like distant drums of war, and lightning cast pale, fleeting ghosts across the narrow window slit. The air smelled of damp wool, smoke, and the salt the wind had carried inland from the

Picture of Drew and his pet Spider! 😁

So does this qualify as political?

Drew saw a spider in the corner and said, “Listen, buddy… you stay on your side, I’ll stay on mine.” The spider nodded— and then started slowly crawling toward Drew like, “Actually, I’d like to renegotiate our contract.”

Is that why your keeping track of the spider in the conner of the ceiling?

Wayne Perkins, guitarist who nearly joined Rolling Stones, dead at 74

Well happy Birthday Drew!

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Two boys were arguing over the last strip of bacon. One said, “If you were a true friend, you’d let me have it.” The other shrugged, grabbed the bacon, and said, “I am a true friend. That’s why I’m saving you from heartbreak… this piece is perfect.”

It was 94.6 F/36 C and it isn't even spring yet that happens on Friday.

Bucket read your mail.

Were burning up here!

Aloha All 😃

Have any of you seen the man from high castle?

The hour of decision indeed draweth nigh, for England standeth upon a knife’s edge. King John hath squandered the last shreds of goodwill that clung to his crown. His fleet lieth shattered by storm, his coffers hollowed by years of misrule, and the people—long burdened by his greed—now murmur openly of betrayal. Nor is the memory of his brother Richard’s ruinous crusading forgotten, for the Lionheart’s debts still gnaw at the bones of the realm. Beyond the northern fells, the Scots stir with old hatreds newly awakened. Across the narrow sea, the French sharpen their blades, eager to claim a kingdom weakened by its own sovereign. And within England herself, barons whisper treason in the shadows, weighing whether loyalty to a failing king is worth the price in blood. In such a tempest, the fates of Kaylen, Ronan, and Tomas hang by a slender thread. Each path before them is fraught with peril. The Scots thirst for vengeance. The French hunger for conquest. The Crown’s future is as uncertain as the shifting winds. Yet it is in such bleak hours that true mettle is revealed. Whether they stand as shields against the coming storm, or are swept away by it, shall soon be known. The realm trembleth, and all who dwell within it must brace themselves—for the trials ahead shall test not only swords and strength, but loyalty, courage, and the very soul of England.

Thank you for reading the road ahead so clearly. Kaylen feels the shape of what is coming, though even he cannot yet see its full measure. Tomas and Ronan have trained their bodies and steadied their hearts, but the trials before them will ask more than skill — they will demand conviction, sacrifice, and the courage to stand by the choices they make. In binding themselves to Kaylen and to the Baron, they have taken on a burden that is larger than their own beliefs. Loyalty, once spoken, carries a man into storms he would not have chosen alone. They will learn what it means to follow a leader not only in triumph, but in the hard, gray places where right and necessity no longer walk side by side. The realm truly stands at a crossroads. The King’s departure has bought Thornmere a breath, not a future. Whether the Scots return, or whether new dangers rise from within the kingdom itself, the next turning will test every oath these young men have sworn. Your insight into their path gives the story a deeper echo.

Thornmere’s peril was but the first rumble of a greater storm. The Scots withdrew, aye—but not in defeat. They gather strength in the high glens, their clans stirred by vengeance for the blood spilled upon Thornmere’s ridge. Their eyes have not forgotten the men who stood against them. Yet even as that northern threat smolders, the realm itself is shaken. The King’s fleet lies broken by the wrath of the sea, and beyond the Channel the French sharpen their blades. Within England, rebellion spreads like fire through dry heather, for many lords have grown weary of King John’s broken oaths. Thus the kingdom is beset on all sides—Scots in the north, French in the south, and treason in its very marrow. How can such a weakened land withstand foes both within and without? That is the crucible now forming. As for Kaylen, Ronan, and Tomas—each shall be drawn into the coming trials in ways they cannot yet foresee. Their courage will be measured, their loyalties strained, and the choices they make may shape not only their own fates, but the fate of Thornmere itself. The path ahead is dark indeed, and the cost of survival may be dear. The hour of testing draws near for all.

You speak true: the trials that await Kaylen, Ronan, and Thomas will press them harder than any storm or skirmish that has come before. The realm falters, loyalties shift like sand in a gale, and the battles rising on the horizon will demand more than strength of arm. They will test resolve, brotherhood, and the very marrow of each man’s spirit. How they endure—and what the cost will be—is the heart of the tale yet to unfold. I’m grateful you’re walking beside them as the shadows lengthen.

Your words strike true, and I thank you for them. England stands upon a knife’s edge in this tale—King John weakened, the realm shaken by storm and treason, and the shadow of France stretching long across the land. It is in such hours that men are proved. Kaylen, Ronan, and Tomas have indeed weathered their first trials, yet the greater test lies not only in the battles ahead, but in what those battles carve into their spirits. Steel may be mended; a man’s heart is slower to heal. Whether they survive, and what sort of men they become if they do, is the journey yet unfolding. I’m grateful you’re walking that road with them.

How many Chapter you got Gary?

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