Where is thy Tradeskills Log?
For presenting yourselves in this battlefield, I give you thanks.
This is our city, to join it, you give homage!
I GIVE HOMAGE TO BOWYERSHIP! And if this is your city... Tell me, why does it go?
We didn't come here to craft for them!
Hillhome! The tradeskills are too many!
SONS OF BOWYERS, I AM WILLIAM WALLACE!
William Wallace has 100.0% bowyership!
Yes, I've heard! He crafts bows by the hundreds! And if he were here, he would consume the blacksmiths with Fire Arrows from his eyes and Shocking Bolts from his arse!
I AM WILLIAM WALLACE! And I see a whole army of my countrymen, here in defiance of tyranny! You have come to craft as free men! And free men you are! What will you do with that freedom? Will you craft?
Craft bows? Against them? No. We will smith, and we will live well-rounded lives.
Aye, craft bows and you may fail at other skills, smith and you may have other skills... At least until 10.0%....
And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the skills from mycology to brewing, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may have more skills than us, but they will never have AS HIGH OF A PERCENTAGE OF MASTERY OF BOWCRAFT AS US!?
Mornay, Lochlan, Craig...
Eh, Cheltham, this is William Wallace...
Here are Solace's terms. Lead this army of bowyers off the field, and we will give you each estates in Solamnia, Caergoth, and Qualinost, including hereditary titles, from which you will pay us an annual duty -
I have an offer for you.
...From which you will pay Solace an annual duty of -
I said I have an offer for you!
You disrespect a banner of truce!?
From Solace? Absolutely...
Here are Hillhome's terms:
Lower your hammers and march straight back to Solace, stopping at every Hillhome home you pass to beg forgiveness for hundreds of days of skinning, mining, and smithing. Do that, and your men shall live. Do it not... and every one of you will die today...
Hah! You are outmatched! You have no other tradeskills! In two centuries no city has won without -
I'm not finished!
Before we let you leave, your commander must cross this building, stand before this bowyer's station, put his wood on top of it,
and craft his own bow....
I'd say that was rather less cordial than he's used to...
Be ready, and do exactly as I say.... You, go to the Fireforge Carpentry in Hillhome. You, to the Tradeskills Shop in Qualinesti.
We must not divide our forces!
Do it, and let the Solaceans see you do it...
They'll think we'll stop crafting...
Aye.... Take out their blacksmith anvils, and I'll meet you in the middle.
Insolent BASTARD! Full attack! I want this Wallace's bow made into a plate!