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Foolish mercenaries were given a sack of silver and a map by a monk in a Flemish monastery and told to fight in the Palatine. A wrong turn near Marseilles—

"Marseilles is nowhere near Flanders nor the Palatine, Honey. It's on the Mediterranean."

—near Paris and ended up someplace that really doesn't look like Heidelberg. At least as they understand it.

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Daz wrangled up the armor and the coach, and found us the underpass. Iray put up the bounce plate things. Photoshop and NIK, Jr. did the finishing.

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"That's it? No stories about fey or evil witches?"

"You know I can't do fey stories anymore. Maybe if you dealt with the fact that you have PTSD from the whole thing we could—"

"I don't have PTSD. I'm just a little bit traumatized."

"A lot traumatized. PTSD is a real illness. You can't—"

"Can we argue about this in bed and not on your blog?"

"Fine. Can you not interrupt my stories with facts?"

"Facts aren't your strength."

"If I didn't think you were perfect, I wouldn't put up with this."

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There was a good story behind this, but I'm going to try to convince Madeline that her PTSD is real and then do stuff I promised not to put on my blog.

Description
Foolish mercenaries were given a sack of silver and a map by a monk in a Flemish monastery and told to fight in the Palatine. A wrong turn near Marseilles—

"Marseilles is nowhere near Flanders nor the Palatine, Honey. It's on the Mediterranean."

—near Paris and ended up someplace that really doesn't look like Heidelberg. At least as they understand it.

————

Daz wrangled up the armor and the coach, and found us the underpass. Iray put up the bounce plate things. Photoshop and NIK, Jr. did the finishing.

—————

"That's it? No stories about fey or evil witches?"

"You know I can't do fey stories anymore. Maybe if you dealt with the fact that you have PTSD from the whole thing we could—"

"I don't have PTSD. I'm just a little bit traumatized."

"A lot traumatized. PTSD is a real illness. You can't—"

"Can we argue about this in bed and not on your blog?"

"Fine. Can you not interrupt my stories with facts?"

"Facts aren't your strength."

"If I didn't think you were perfect, I wouldn't put up with this."

—————

There was a good story behind this, but I'm going to try to convince Madeline that her PTSD is real and then do stuff I promised not to put on my blog.