So now that things have settled down enough for me to focus on writing I'm going to attempt to start doing weekly posts now.... We'll...just see about that...
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"So... you're stating that the sheriff of Lanark shirked his duties and didn't get killed by Wallace?"
"That's right." The scottish possessed cat absentmindedly licked its paws before continuing, "The sheriff of Lanark ran off became a cooper, the word just spread like wildfire that Wallace cut him down."
"So after that what happened?"
"Eh, generally everything else in the history books is right, more or less. He had victories and defeats, more or less as they said....mmm.... there were more English archers at Falkirk making the number of English closer to 4000 than 3000, and that was a rout for the scotts. Other than that, Wallace was captured and executed by being turned over a turncoat in Scotland soon after his return from Rome, and to his...rather brutal death swore no oath to Edward."
"So he did go to Rome?"
"Aye. He did. I followed along because he was one of the more interesting folks at the time and place and I had nothing better to do. He couldn't see me, some people thought I was the shadow o' death though."
"And what were the results?"
"Well Rome didn't want anything to do with the war and chaos, so they kindly apologized and he stormed out and back home after visiting the french one last time to ask for aid again."
John yawned and finished off the cup of whiskey before stretching. "An that's all for tonight. If you want more stories come back in a few days." With that he wandered off into the fog, purring drunkenly and swaying a little, leaving me to think about my next sets of questions.
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