#but that translates as Marshal

[samadhifired]

Since my usual tricks (aka google, wiki and episodes with subtitles) aren't working...

Does anyone know what was the word Chinese dub used for the Mayor's old title: the Chief of War?

#the mayor #lmk mayor #lmk #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #I don't seem to be able to find S3 episode 13 with chinese subs... #so link for one would also help #I was able to find Ministry of War but not title for it's leader #Yuanshuai is highest military title since Ming dynasty that isn't a ceremonial #but that translates as Marshal #Could I just accept the English title? #sure #Buuut I don't want to #also yes #fanfic rearch #SF rambles

[hcdragonwrites]

Letters (a @journey-to-the-au Drabble)

I made another thing (yeah I couldn’t help myself but this one is shorter I think. I hope you like it!) I just. Brain fire.

Inspired by <a href="https://www.tumblr.com/journey-to-the-au/722003448742248448/may-we-hear-about-the-yaogui-attack-0-apologies" >This Post </a>

(Also I suck at linking things I’m so sorry.)

Liu crossed out the line on the parchment before him, splashing ink onto the stone beneath his feet in an frustrated spray.

“No that doesn’t sound right either!” He gritted his teeth, growing frustrated. General Liu, one of the Four great Generals of Flower- Fruit mountain and friend to its King Sun Wukong, had a dilemma.

He set the brush down, still getting used to holding it in his hands. Wukong makes this look so easy! But things of the unmonkey nature came easily to Wukong- how could they not ? He had mastered the mysterious arts that had given him such power, had defeated the demon who had first claimed Water- Curtain Cave in his absence (and more beside.) Wukong had walked among the men of the world and had claimed treasure from dragons.

Wukong would be able to hold a brush with ease and write words with a steady hand. The general tugged at his fur and looked about himself. Rolls of parchment lay about him like discarded rinds of watermelons. All the failed attempts to transcribe what his heart was trying to speak. He tugged more, hairs coming free.

When Wukong spoke of his experience in the world abroad their mountain, he had mentioned how the important people within that strange world of mortals and immortals would communicate through scrolls and parchment.

“It was too quiet at times for my liking!” He reminisced once, splashing some wine as he gesticulated upon his throne. “What silence! What needed to be written that couldn’t be communicated with a clear voice?” He would then call for one of the troop of his subjects to retell a story, for Wukong loved the telling of a yarn through voice and act.

Liu had understood why one would want words written down however. The things he wanted to say- to tell- either fled him like mist before the sun or stuck in his throat like a peach stone. The Marshal scratched behind his ear, brushing the notched edge and remembering. Remembering her.

Rin Rin.

Liu had never been one for such deep hesitation as he was now. In all the Aolai country, among and betwixt the unicorns and the phoenixes who preened and called themselves the most beautiful, where the leopards and the tigers roamed and boasted their own majesty, Liu had faced all that threatened his home with bravery. He loved this mountain, from every blade of grass to every luminous stone deep in Water-Curtain Cave. He thought none of the beasts or birds or celestial bodies in Heaven was more beautiful than his home.

Except Her.

He wanted to tell her. Tell Rin Rin how she rivaled all the clouds in heaven for her softness. How no flower could compare to her eyes and how they shined like the sea when the sun hit it. Her smile could make the trees cry and her anger could chase the stripes off a tiger.

Liu was afraid. Not afraid of her. Afraid to miss this opportunity! His tail lashed and sent a bit of paper skittering over the stone floor, knocking into several stone bowls of almonds.

The mountain was a paradise. The waterfall that crashed beyond, the pine forests that dotted the slopes where their needles spiced the air. He had faced tigers and demons, fought and thrown himself into situation after situation of danger without a second thought for himself.

Now he was hesitant. He acted as he had on that day Wukong had found Water- Curtain cave: hesitant. Marshal Liu had not been hesitant since that time- so why had he returned to this state ?

Liu looked down at the paper and groaned.

“I just want to tell her how beautiful she is…”

Steps approached from outside Liu’s room.

“So this is where you’ve been!” Wukong called, stepping into the room with a frown on his face. “I have been waiting for you in the Throne room for hours! Sentries have spotted what look to be the makings of a camp. We have a troop of creatures lurking in the shadow of our mountain and I need my Generals— what is all this stuff ?”

Liu didn’t bother to cover up his failings- he just lay his head on the stone table and glared at the brush.

“You only called for a meeting a few minutes ago, my king.” He replied from the table.

“Minutes- hours. It has been too long! What have you been up to in here?”Wukong picked up a paper scroll, the feathered crown on his head bobbing.

“You are as pretty as a … hmm. You never finished this one Liu!”

Liu moved his face to flatten into the stone table, feeling his cheeks burn and his ears itch. Of course my king would start reading them.

Shuffling paper noises sounded again as Wukong picked another scroll up.

“My heart becomes a candle when you are near—“ he frowned. “You crossed out the rest in a mess of black.”

Liu wished he could dissolve into the stone.

“You smell as sweet as a magnolia flower- your eyes are the shape of stars —“

“Please My King.” He begged. “Spare me.”

“You wrote them Liu! I am only reading.”

“And I ask for mercy, please.”

“Seems you’ve had trouble finishing whatever you were trying to say.” Mused the Sage.

“None of the words formed well enough on the paper.” Marshal Liu sighed. There came a shuffle and a brush beside him. He lifted his head to see Wukong had crossed his legs beside him, a shoulder companionably against Lius. The Monkey King twirled the brush between his fingers, unrolling a new scroll of parchment.

“If I help you Write your love poem to Rin, Will you stop mooning so sadly ?” Wukong cocked a brow at his general, side eyeing him in a way only a friend could.

Marshal Liu felt his pride pricked, just a bit. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Liu- you have been my friend for countless years. Longer than most monkeys usually live.” Wukong dipped the brush into the inkwell, checking the ink stone and grimacing at its diminished size. “I know you from the tips of your ears to the ends of your fur. We have fought and bled side by side. You may be a master at strategy and planning but. My friend.”

Wukong turned his whole face to stare at Liu. “You suck at hiding how in love you are with Rin Rin.”

The Marshal sat up, opened his mouth to defend, to deflect —

Wukong, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, waited. His face set in a neutral and very are you really going to argue with me? expression.

Liu closed his mouth, tugged at his fur and set his chin on the stone table. “She makes me feel so—-“

“Mhm.”

“She’s so—!”

“Mhm…”

“I just can’t get the words out!” The Marshal admitted finally. “Each time I start to tell her, I freeze. I’ve tried so many times!”

When Rin and He had shared a sweet patch of strawberries he had tried to say how he loved her.

When Rin had been tending to a scratch on his face, chiding and reprimanding him for his recklessness again. Her anger had made him want to hold her and reassure her that he was fine.

When they had decided to stay out late, tails curled together as they counted the stars. Liu had wanted to compare her to each one.

And each of these times his words had either fled him or had refused to come out.

“And you thought to write them out because they keep getting stuck.”

Liu nodded.

“Give me the words and I’ll write them down.” Wukong set the tip, ready. “If I write this for you, then will come and put your mind back to keeping our mountain safe?”

Guilt itched beneath his fur. “My King i'm sorry—“

A affectionate rub of Wukongs head against his own shut the general up as the king tugged at his ear in play.

“Liu. I may not understand the power of what you are feeling,” Wukong cut off, tail thumping against the Marshals “but that doesn’t mean your feelings aren’t important. And … seeing you so distressed makes me distressed. I can help my friend in this simple task at least.”

Liu felt a warmth well from him. For all his Kings boasting and prideful proclamations, Wukong cared for each of his subjects - even in the face of his incomprehension. He would do what he could to ease his friends, his subjects, his families struggles. Wukong began to write as Liu began to speak, his face warm and his hands slowly beginning uncurl from his fur.

After just an hour with Wukongs transcribing and Liu describing, the confession was complete. Liu clutched the scroll and strapped it to his side.

He had been able to attend the Council with a lighter heart and a smile on his face. The discussion and the plans to increase patrols along the pine forest to the west of Flower Fruit Mountain had been unanimously agreed upon as the troubling information came to light.

The scouts' reports had indicated that there had been activity - a half made campfire kicked over and cold with bones from what looked like a small deer- not a few leaps and bounds from the slopes. Liu had frowned at the description of the tracks- five footed, fur and the scent of musk in the air. Another band of Monkeys … but they seem to be scouting us as well.

When Liu had this brought to attention, an immediate patrol had been sent out to gain more information on how many may be circling their home. The unspoken kept being danced around but all in that council chamber had a suspicion. Demon Monkeys….

Until they knew further who and what they were facing, Wukong wouldn’t risk a war troop to prowl the nearby hills and leave the rest of his family and people exposed.

Liu had a bit of time beneath the growing moon of night to find Rin Rin now. Before his nerves left him. Wukongs handwriting had made the words look better, flow better, feel better to the Marshals eyes. His King had sat through his flowery language, and had written it all diligently if with a little bit of snorting at times. (“Don’t compare her to pine nuts!” “But she smells of the pines and the wood and everything I love!” “…. But pine nuts ?”)

If his words failed him, Liu had them written down. If they stuck in his throat, he could pull them apart with the help of his letter. His heart was thumping, his fur was sticking out a bit as electric nerves rolled on his skin. Liu was in full armor having come from council, and it jangled softly in the night air. But it was a comforting jangle- a separate staccato rhythm against his body.

As the moon rose outside of Water-Curtain Cave casting the spray in silver light, Liu gazed out. Some other monkeys mingled in the cooling air enjoying the clear night. Tending to loved ones by either grooming fur, sharing ripening fruits from the many orchards across the vast mountain, or cuddling down in the soft grasses to gaze upward. Liu greeted each in turn, butting heads or brushing hands. Pride welled in him, making Liu stand taller. This was his home- his family. The peace they lived in was hard won and protected by their King and his Marshals- and that peace was precious.

A small bundle of babes shot past, one carrying a lychee fruit as a prize to be kept from the others. A pair of older simians gazed into the waters of the pool, leaning into each other. Liu would fight a thousand demons, all the celestial beings in the world, to keep this peace. He would tame dragons and pull the moon down from its boughs in Heaven to preserve this peace.

Liu turned, green eyes seeking. There, just beneath the pomegranate tree overlooking a mossy spray of water, he spotted the cloud gray of Rin Rin. Even in the shadow of the tree he could see her moon flower perched behind her ear, the fur perfectly groomed in wonderous swirls. He wished he had a bouquet of moonflowers to bring her or a cup of tea to present to her. He wanted to come bearing gifts and to tend and tidy her hair and weave flowers throughout it.

He came bearing his heart instead.

Said heart thumped against his chest. Steady Liu.

Liu took a moment to groom his finger through his fur, his tail, and to dust at his armor. He grabbed at a small patch of pine needles, snapping them between fingers and briefly rubbing the tips over his fur. He wanted to look his best to smell his best to be his best.

Then, gathering himself and tapping the scroll's top at his hip, Liu straightened and stepped forward.

He would tell her how much she meant to him. He would show her how much she was worth to him- between the words he had been able to wrangle and place onto a page.

Liu would never get the chance to unwind that scroll however. The night air that had been full of gentle chatter and warm conversation was broken by screams as the mountain's peace was shattered into a thousand screams of fury and fear rang off the mountain.

#hcwrites #writing stuff #I Hope you like it ! #this was a bit more difficult because I kept looking at RinRin and Liu art of him giving her his cape flower #like. it kept melting my heart #very dialogue heavy #Marshal Liu is a boy with heart eyes for only one girl #rin rin #jttw au #jttw monkey king #for journey to the au #this one may not be my best only because I wanted to write more but I didn’t want to imped on what was already created #I Like filling in the blanks inbetween because it’s fun to make connections #drabble stuff #I may have made Liu a bit too obsessed with pine needles #had to pull down my big old Journey to the West book to see how many fruits and details they list for Flower fruit mountain #THEY HAVE A LOT OF FRUIT WTF I DONT REMEMBER IT FROM THE FIRST TIME READING #but again that was years ago #I’m reading a shorter version and then will be diving into that four book translation #this was fun to write because I was able to take from the book itself to give dimension to the mountain #I love adding dimension and culture to writing it jsut makes me want to go there and see and touch and feel and smell everything #if you need me to edit anything I can do it though! like if I didn’t get yer boy right I don’t mind fixing it ! #hcfanfics

[whispers-of-gallifrey]

Going through Rise From the Ashes again and I suddenly really want Diego and Jake Marshall as a defense attorney/detective duo bc of the utter chaos it would cause. Like they would be having incomprehensible conversations that are wild west metaphors within coffee metaphors whilst chugging their respective drinks and the prosecutor is on the verge of tears because they don't know what's going on. The judge has already clocked out

#the timeline matches with mia and lana being a duo too so id like to think they go out as a group after trials #but yeah im pretty sure diego won his cases partly by confusing people into accepting his point #ace attorney #diego armando #aa godot #jake marshall #wait no the prosecutor is neil marshall and theres even more cowboy metaphors #you'd need a translator to understand any of their cases

[joachimnapoleon]

My first Project Murat post in, er, six months. I'll do better going forward. I've actually got a new Murat-related research project in mind I'm pretty excited about. Whether I can find enough pertinent sources is another matter. Anyway.

Excerpt:

At camp, in the face of the enemy, he loved to find the joys of luxury and all the softness of the desired life. This was a type of defiance, one more way to brave danger. “But, while sleeping in a bed, if you are surprised, what will you do?” someone said to him one day. “Well! I’ll get on my horse in my shirt: people will see me better.” That is the man entirely.

#Joachim Murat #Napoleonic wars #memoirs #translations #Napoleonic #Napoleon's marshals

[cadmusfly]

Almost finished AI translating the 1870s biography of Soult which has been a fun exercise in data entry/formatting and analysing how different models handle translation, and also feeding the dead frenchmen brainrot!

There's an alleged anecdote that amuses me

basically in a stagecoach there's a priest, a rowdy officer, a "gray-bearded gentleman" and a bunch of other randos

The officer starts trying to start some shit with the priest and starts singing revolutionary songs

'Do you know, my fine cavalier, that you are getting impatient with me?' suddenly exclaimed the gray-bearded man. 'Oh! Oh! Here is the papa getting angry.' 'No, it is not anger, but pity and shame for the speech you are holding.' 'Really! If your hand did not seem so feeble to me, we could break a lance together.' 'Young man, learn that if I have old hands, they still know, like the young ones, how to grasp the hilt of a sword when it comes to fighting for the homeland or giving a lesson to an insolent man.' 'In that case, Sir will kindly give me his address; here is mine.' The gray-bearded man tore a sheet from his notebook and wrote: 'M. de Dalmatie, rue du Temple, no. 9'; then he gave it to the officer saying: 'Tomorrow morning, at nine o'clock, I will be at home.' Only the next day did the young officer learn that he had dealt with Marshal Soult, Duke of Dalmatie. The latter received him quite paternally, and imposed on him no other obligation than to address apologies, which were very well received, to the priest he had insulted and who was called M. Affre, then Vicar General.

the fact that old guy soult literally is saying "my hands are old but i still have hands" or that challenging old people to duels is a thing or that old people accept

#if anyone wants a link to the translation when im done ill share it #but dont take it as accurate or faithful because it is dodgy machine translation #im using it as fanfic fuel and vibes which dont have any responsibility to be accurate #cadmus rambles #jean de dieu soult #jean-de-dieu soult #napoleon's marshals #not quite napoleonic era #cad rambles about dead frenchmen on main

[sapplejack]

Scene from the Tekken 3 manhua. It's a flashback of 10-year-old Forest's first meeting with Paul. He challenges Paul to a fight but we all know how that turned out. There's a lot of awesome and badass moments with both of them in the manhua, so if you're a fan of Forest and/or Paul, I recommend checking it out. It is in Chinese tho, and there are no English translations; which is why I try translating some of it.

#tekken #tekken 3 #forest law #paul phoenix #marshall law #tk3 #manga translations #my posts

[yaggy031910]

Random fun fact of the day

There is one letter in which Davout writes about how Aimée told him in a previous letter how she had to visit someone where she didn’t want to go and how she didn’t laugh since Davout’s departure (him being in Hamburg if I remember correctly). His response to all that was basically: “They really do suck, my Aimée, no wonder you left without saying a word. Btw, same, since I have left you, I haven’t either smiled or left my office in two weeks. I really should take a walk and exercise.” 😭💕

#I promise I am going to translate that one properly one day #I am just to busy being anxious about my life right now #In one month everything is going to be alright. #louis nicolas davout #aimée leclerc #aimée davout #napoleon's marshals

[ratuszarsenal]

"Należy podkreślić, że polska generalicja nie zachęcała do marszu na Moskwę; decyzję tę właściwie wbrew wszystkim podjął Napoleon. [...] Polacy ponadto usiłowali uzyskać zgodę Napoleona na podjęcie działań powstańczych na Wołuniu i Ukrainie, na co on ponownie się nie zgodził. Zaraz po zdobyciu Smoleńska z takim planem jeszcze raz zwrócił się książę Józef, nawet prosząc o to cesarza Francuzów na kolanach, ale w odpowiedzi usłyszał jedynie, że za niesubordynację może być rozstrzelany!"

'One ought to emphasise that the Polish officer staff did not encourage a march on Moscow; that decision, Napoleon took against the wishes of pretty much everyone. [...] What is more, Polish officers tried to obtain Napoleon's permission for instigating uprisings in Volhynia and Ukraine, but again were met with refusal. Right after the taking of Smolensk, prince Józef once more turned to him with this plan, even pleading with the emperor of the French on his knees, but in response, he heard only that for insubordination, he could face a firing squad!'

-- Lech Mażewski, Rzeczypospolita Jeden i Pół; O narodzinch, istnieniu i upadku państwa polskiego w latach 1806-1831

(emphasis & translation mine)

#the russian campaign was. fucking something #that book is a chore to get through but it's very good #I'm thinking of trying to translate at least a whole chapter #19th century #napoleón bonaparte #napoleon #napoleonic era #napoleonic wars #napoleon's marshals #książę józef poniatowski #józef poniatowski #1812

[randomwriteronline]

@ingo-ingoing-ingone you splendid motherfucker. Get your previously italian-only (head)canon Drayden lore here

#pokémon #pokemon black and white #pokemon drayden #Champion Alder #pokemon marshal #pokemon iris #submas emmet #submas ingo #pokemon grimsley #pokemon elesa #pokemon benga #all other unovan gym leaders are here also but they have a minor role so only drayden family gets to have a tag #random writing #this was an ORDEAL #and its not even a comprehensive list of all my headcanons and interpersonal relationships between all these damn characters #i used google translate so itll probably read stiff n wonky but who cares!!!!! have it #i did Not plan to translate it btw. but mr ingoing-ingone asked very nice so i just (rolls up my sleeves) (translates 16k+ words in 3 days) #now ALL OF YOU must read it #(jk only if yall want <3 itd make me happy)

[captainknell]

Facebook translate strikes again. I wasn't paying attention to what person or page posted this, I was like "mmm, marshmallows... Wait a second!"

#napoleon #napoleon bonaparte #Napoleonic marshmallows #i mean marshals #fb translate fail

[wheresernie]

75% of Marceline designs fill me with rage even tho they're just drawing her exactly as she looks in the show. But I know her. I know how she looks. Marceline is black.

#and like its at. there arent ethnic features besides skin tone and how Marshall lee was retconned #we as artists translating it must do better

[boy-above]

i feel like the easiest way to describe my cupioromanticism is that i feel attraction in theory but not in practice

#i tend to not use the label lately because i don't want people to think i'm 'less gay' than anyone else for it yknow #i love the fictional and rhetorical but irl it just doesn't translate irl #i'd like to feel romantic attraction for someone some day but i just never have #i love men! just not any real ones rip #i tend to just not say i'm arospec these days despite the fact that i am because i just don't want the hassle yknow #ppl tend to take you less seriously if you use a microlabel and i recognize mine is kinda unnecessary i suppose? #marshal meows

[kerojorts]

Napoleon Memorial Book Translations

“His intuition and military senses are top-notch, but he is convinced he is Emperor Napoleon”

As a Noble Musketeer: Too many forget how to show courtesy in front of an emperor! Ah! Except for Master, of course!

Memories of the Past: I had a great number of capable subordinates! Right now, I’ve only been able to meet Rapp…

Thoughts about Master: Master has true elegance! I, Emperor Napoleon, can attest to this!

About his Nobility: Nobility to me? It’s obvious! Nobility is… Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte himself! And that is to say! My existence itself is the symbol of Nobility! Isn’t that right!?

Talking about Rapp: I was the one who trained Rapp, who was merely a soldier, into a general!

Talking about Something he Likes: Nicola and Noel… my beloved pistols! Look at them! Look at their angelic smiles!

(Bonus pic of his initial sketches from the book because I love this man so much <3333)

#senjuushi #senjyushi #千銃士 #senjuushi napoleon #translation #senjuushi translations #marv didn’t make the marshals into gunboys because napolyman would’ve been too powerful #eats him

[joachimnapoleon]

Excerpt:

The King of Naples, who during the retreat had shown a lot of energy, courage and calm, was not strong enough to bear the burden with which the Emperor had charged him. After Elbing, he no longer saw a way out, and, despairing of the reproaches he received daily from his brother-in-law about his retrograde march, fearing perhaps also, and with reason, that Napoleon would consent to the sacrifice of Naples in order to obtain peace, he abandoned the army and returned home. 

#Joachim Murat #Louis-Nicolas Davout #Eugène de Beauharnais #Étienne Jacques Macdonald #Napoleonic wars #Napoleon's marshals #1812 #memoirs #translations #blog

[amypihcs]

AAAAND another one of my mad AUs

Music? On and rocking Courage? Mustered Dignity? Already waved her goodbye OK i’m ready. Apparently summer, having to study for exams i dislike and most of all reading nice books that send me in hyperfixation with the characters give me IDEAS™. After some time spent convincing myself to do it i’ve finally read The Three Musketeers and having loved it to FOLLY, i CLEARLY devoured also Twenty Years After and started the Viscount  of Bragelonne (Athos, i love you, but we’re not talking of you, forgive me my man). This new obsession tonight coupled with my ever present love for LOTR and Silm and since APPARENTLY heat goes up to my head, i thought:

Ok, here we have Aramis, ridiculously always good looking, even at like... 20 years from the first time we meet him he is THE SAME AS ALWAYS and in the Viscount for the little i know for now he didn’t age much either, Devilishly good with horses AND swords (eggrazziearcazzo, you may say, he’s a MUSKETEER) with almost ZERO impulse control (Athos works as impulse control for them, actually) but GREAT cold blood, can apparently sing quite well, some disregard for rules and some great agility and effort in actually always managing to break one of two of those and... oh look, all the boxes check and hear me out. Aramis. Being. MAGLOR FEANORION!!  I talked about this with my darling @tairin, my nice sis who i love and thank very much for being always there to hear me rambling about my obsessions and not having killed me yet. And she is even more of a genius than i suspected! (@joachimnapoleon​ please don’t kill us) She made me give a second check to who ELSE checked all the boxes and here, the illumination.  Good looking Incredible with horses Apparently skilled in verses/songs Devilish with a sword some disregard for rules NOT imposed by himself Joachim Murat. Being Maglor Feanorion.

Tolkien fandom out here (@thiswaycomessomethingwicked​ i get you’re one of us?) tell me if maglor wouldn’t have a portrait of himself like this one of our darling jojo, c’mon! He checks out also the diva personality!! 

Anyway, this was my new silly AU, don’t kill me please, i still have to pass biochemistry and see confirmed my credits for cmcf, i’m too young to die and my cats would miss me😂  I hope you at least laughed a bit form this one silly thing.

#joachim murat #marshal murat #makalaure #kanafinwe #maglor #makalaure kanafinwe feanarion #finweans' sheningans #aramis #rené d'herblay #NOT RENATO GODDAMNIT #people translating names grrr #silly au #silmarillion #napoleonics #dumas' works #the three musketeers #twenty years after #the viscount of bragelonne

[cadmusfly]

decided to get a start on dodgy machine translating saint-chamans' memoir becuase im in the mood for banana boys

I took up the pen, not with the intention of writing a book, but just to recount to my kin the things I have seen and the role I played in them; I will tell them the truth, nothing but the truth, I will try to present myself to them morally naked; they will not read me until I am gone, so I have no interest in disguising anything: one does not blush in the tomb; moreover, not wanting to be read by others, I put no vanity into what I write, and if the occasion presents itself, I will openly air my dirty laundry in the family.

morally naked

excuse me

Let me make a comparison that may seem a bit ignoble, but seems apt to me: a merchant adulterates his wine, either to give it the appearance of a quality it does not possess, or to increase its quantity, always with the intention of selling it better; I, who am not selling my drug, want to deliver it to my nephews as it is, and make them swallow pure Saint-Chamans; I care little for their grimace if they do not find the vintage good.

excuse me

#cadmus rambles #cad rambles about dead frenchmen on main #alfred saint-chamans #napoleon's marshals' adcs #napoleonic era #napoleonic wars #cad does dodgy machine translations