@Arete
wow
how dare i meme in a bastard game
@Marshal, son of the southern seas:
I, Arete, child of the stars themselves, servant of the Kingdom of Adiart, defender of truth and hope, do hereby challenge you to a duel.
For too long, we have allowed you to turn us on each other. For too long, we have allowed you to dishonor the kingdom, to take on the appearance of a member of the Blue Dragon while in secret you conspire to bring down our downfall. For too long, we have allowed you to take innocent lives under the pretense of treason.
That ends today.
I have sworn a sacred oath to safeguard the ideals you toss aside as meaningless, and I shall not allow you or your co-conspirators to intimidate me out of pursuing what my soul knows is right. This is what I was chosen for, and this is what I choose.
It has long been said that the true measure of virtue is the willingness to lay down one’s life for their ideals. And perhaps I shall give up my life for this. Yet I would rather lay down my life for my kingdom – as Hector, as Beowulf, as Lorenzo tried to – than to allow your poisons to fester in this court for even another day. Will you have the courage to face me, Marshal, or will you perish with your cause?
Ancestors guide me to carry out my judgment swiftly. Fill me with your strength, that I might defend the honor of this kingdom. Fill me with your courage, that I might protect our kingdom unfalteringly. Fill me with your wisdom, that I might dispense of the traitors, and the traitors alone.
May the gods in their wisdom choose the victor.
Vita, sine honore, inutilis est.
I challenge you to an honorable duel at dawn.
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OOOOOOOOO
This is what I call spicy 
Also, idk if you should have lock up the thread to send that message, but it’s pretty impressive
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Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?
Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name
When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?
But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?
That villain cousin would have killed my husband.
Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring!
Your tributary drops belong to woe,
Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.
My husband lives, that Marshal would have slain;
And Marshal’s dead, that would have slain my husband.
All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?
Some word there was, worser than Marshal’s death,
That murd’red me. I would forget it fain;
But O, it presses to my memory
Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners’ minds!
‘Marshal is dead, and Arete–banishèd!’
That ‘banishèd,’ that one word ‘banishèd,’
Hath slain ten thousand Marshals. Marshal’s death
Was woe enough, if it had ended there;
Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship
And needly will be ranked with other griefs,
Why followèd not, when she said ‘Marshals dead,’
Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both,
Which modern lamentation might have moved?
But with a rearward following Marshal’s death,
‘Arete is banishèd’–to speak that word
Is father, mother, Marshal, Arete, Amy,
All slain, all dead. ‘Arete is banishèd’–
There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,
In that word’s death; no words can that woe sound.
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I’m pretty sure they’re actually gonna fight to the death considering arete said “at dawn”
arete are you going to insta gladiate marshal tomorrow or are you actually going to fight him to the death