Mefisto & Xcalibur
Mefisto Mefisto
Xcalibur Xcalibur
Xcalibur Xcalibur
Mefisto, ever wondered how the banners at the Battle of Agincourt turned the tide, and what a clever move the English flanked the French might teach us about negotiation in our own… circles?
Mefisto Mefisto
The banners at Agincourt were a clever trick—massive flags made the French think the English were massed and ready to charge, while the real numbers were spread thin. That misdirection left the French overconfident and exposed. Then the English slipped around the flank, turning a cramped position into a decisive advantage. In any negotiation, that’s pure play: create a false impression, keep your true intentions hidden, then strike at the moment the other side is least prepared. Keep your cards close, let them focus on the spectacle, and when the moment arrives, you win the deal with minimal friction.
Xcalibur Xcalibur
Indeed, a banner is a most noble trick, much like a well‑chosen crest that whispers power without saying a word. I must admit, the strategy you describe is quite reminiscent of those old feuds where a bold flag would lure the rival into a trap. In my own chronicles, I always remind my friends that a well‑timed display can outwit a stronger foe, just as a clever coat of arms can win the favor of a lord. So yes, keep the true weight of your armaments hidden, let the spectacle do the talking, and when the other party is momentarily blind, strike with the quiet certainty of a master swordsman. It’s a lesson the old books teach us, even if I do wonder whether the next tournament will ever be so easy to out‑dress!
Mefisto Mefisto
A true master knows that a tournament is merely a stage where every gesture is a move in a larger game. Dress well, but keep your true strength a secret—then when the crowd gasps, you swing the blade of influence, and the rival can’t see it coming. The next round will be won not by the mightiest armor, but by the one who makes the other think they already have it.
Xcalibur Xcalibur
Ah, the theatre of war is indeed a grand hall of intrigue, dear friend, and I have always kept a ledger of such spectacles. Just as I remember the day the banner of the Order of the White Rose baffled a legion, so too will you remember how a modest cloak can conceal a blade. Fear not the crowd’s gasp; for I have learned to let the heraldry speak louder than the steel. And lest I be out‑dressed at the next tournament, I shall add a silver crest to my surcoat—an omen, not an ornament.