"Cleric Halsey. The third Noble shall escort thee to the Castle." "An escort is not required, Leader." "Ser Jun, ensure no material reaches the enemy's grasp." "By your command, it shall be done. Good tidings upon thee." "Aye, and to thee too, wielder of the rifle." -- "I require a direction, machina." "Travel thirty thousand metres, Make a turn right, 50 degrees on thine compass." "Which shall take us to...?" "The shipbreaking docks in the Aszod badlands. The only remaining extraction point on this landmass. The enemy's aerial attacks have destroyed many forces on their way there." "Aye, shall not have been a Noble mission, t'were it a simple task." -- "Maria above... We can traverse it, sir!" "...Nay, it cannot be done. Not on foot." "Leader, you lack the adequate munitions!" "...Isaac Newton hast given me an idea." "I have heard thee, Leader. Strike them greatly, lord." "Thou art now solitary, Noble. I shall see you in the afterlife." ... "A fissure to our east. Let us make haste." -- "Thou art a sight for sore eyes, Spartan. Lady Halsey made me certain you could be trusted for this task." "Nay, 'twas not but I." "Their memory lives on." ... "Warship! Headed for our vessel! Fourth Noble, I require fire on the enemy or we shall never vacate this well of gravity." "Thine exit window shall be had, Captain." "Captain to the Bridge, the shore party hast acquired the package." ... "Aargh!..." "Who shall taste steel next?!" "Gah! I am prepared for God, but you shall meet him sooner!" -- "Officer, embark our vessel, we must depart immediately!" "Nay. I have the trebuchet. Good tidings, m'lord." "Good tidings to you, Spartan." ----------- *MEETING POINT OMEGA* _THERE SHALL BE ANOTHER TIME_ "Spartans do not perish... they are merely lost in the fog of war...?"
"Dids't thou call for a most warty Boar?" "My good Hammer of Foes, I didst not think that thou would arrive at mine manor?" "Thou knowest our creed: Collective Deliverance"
The scroll recounts only "contrition", praytell what is meant? "Tidings humænity: Holdeth we contrition in of being ill-born foreign creatures. Holdeth we contrition in of being emigres to thine lands. And indubitably holdeth we contrition in of the ruin of our wretched armada at the hands of thine chivalric order!" "Hail!"
Have haste with thine ears. Pastures of the twenty-third are hot with blood. Verily, I say unto you, advancement is not wise. Our Lord's judgement suggests abort.
@@kyleknight9686 Verily, ye tidings be met. Lord Johnson, the decision rests with you! "Behold, we proceedeth with our attack. Soldiers, make ready thy martial arts!"
@@khajiitimanus7432 He be but John, Petty Officer of the Naval rank, masterly lairde. Sergent-at-Arms Avery, Son of John is indeed the Masterly Lairde's elder.
*beginning of the level metropolis* Female marine: "Thine beast heaved fro. Ballista's, Greek Fire, none of thy seigecraft felled the beast". *Master of Arms Johnson arrives" Johnson: "Where hast your band tarried off?" Female marine: "They fell in battle, milord" Male marine: "And so be it may us if we do not retreat!" Johnson: "Art thou wounded?" Male marine: "negative milord!" Johnson: "Then lend me your ears lad!" "During mine years as a squire, each merry band was given two cudgels and a stone. And thy merry band had to equally appropriate the stone! Cheer up lad! Thou art a fortunate squire!" Female marine: "The scarab is of grave danger yet". Johnson: "dragons have been slain yet. Scarabs are no different. Join with the Master Chief, he is an experienced knight". Cortana:. "thy gift of a battering ram is most appreciated. Thy Lord fails to tribute myself such treasures". Johnson: "I know what miladies appreciate".
Location: The Consecrated Burg of the Covenant, High Charity Date: Ninth Age of Reclamation "One? is thine mind unclouded?" - Prophet of Truth" "Mine mind is certain. 't was entitled 'The Pilgrim of Autumn'" - Arbiter "What misfortune opposed the vessel from meeting the same fate as the rest of it's companions" - Prophet of Mercy "The ship took flight upon the scorching of it's world's heavens but mine body pursued alongside all comrades sworn to follow thou" - Arbiter "When thou first beheld Halo, were thine eyes unsighted by it's majesty?" - Prophet of Regret "Unsighted?" - Arbiter "Incapacitated? Benumbed?" - Prophet of Mercy "Nay!" - Arbiter "Then why, pray tell, did thou thereafter allow humanity's vandalism of sacred Halo?" - Prophet of Truth "Hierarchs noble, assuredly thou perceived that upon the leech's hostility-" - Arbiter [Uproar from crowd] "Serenity shall presume in this court post-haste" - Prophet of Regret "Thine attention's placement on the leech was appropriate but now, I ask, speak plainly of the Demon dubbed Meister Fief" - Prophet of Truth "Upon mine recognition of the Demon's campaign, not one measure was available to me" - Arbiter "Noble Prophet of Truth, the Inquisition at present has concluded, mine judgement dictates tis blasphemer be burdened as an illustration" - Prophet of Regret "Thine abilities are instrumental to the Covenant divine; nonetheless, thine assay of the hallowed ring was a most prodigious foundering" - Prophet of Truth "Nay 't was heresy." - Prophet of Objection "Mine crusade in opposition of humanity shall resume" - Arbiter "Nay, it shan't" - Prophet of Truth [Arbiter is escorted from the hearing] "Holy pilgrimage shall be undertaken, though thou shan't presume thine feet will carry thou, for thine sins burden thou a weight too heavy. Thou shan't be waited upon" - Prophet of Truth
Squire: "And of enemy's catapult over yonder?" Sir Knight Johnson: "Thou played a hand of ye' Gauntlet. Thy enemy is mischievous, nor feeble. Be still, ye Master may guide you." Lady Tana: "Many blessings for thine ballista. Ye olde Jester carries offerings, nay."
Thou art a crazy fool. Wherefore dost thee always jump? Someday thee're goeth to land on something as stubborn as thee, and me dost not deal with bits and pieces. -Sir Avery Johnson of The Hood
“Hark! When thy jointh the Calvary thy needth not nay fancieth of chariots, thy had not but 2 score of lumbar, and a hunk of masonry for the entireth of companies! And we needth all partaketh in thi holiest of masonry!” “Foresoth, What Beith of the enemies accursed siege tower?” “We havth all readth yon stories, thy be mighty as the strongest of towers, but nay are they without folly! Stay in proximity to Master Fief, tho shall knowth the corse!” “Blessings upon Ye, for thine chariot, alas my noble protector fails to grant me even the most basic of dowries!” “Ho, thy knowith what the fair maidens relish!”
This is a great bardcore song, it isn't just a direct note for note copy of the original with synthesized medieval instruments, it changes aspects to suit the authentic medieval style
"I thank ye, sir knight, for thine armament. Alas, mine own escort doth fail to provide such tribute" "Foresoth, I posses most wonderous knowledge of the madens' desires!
"Dearest crusaders of the human persuasion, we doth regret our foreign heritage, we doth regret forcing entry into thy home, we doth utmostly regret our loss of warships at thy hands HUZ-ZAH!"
Tis the legends of those whom came afore. In time afore time, there were the Forerunner and the dark plague that swept the lands wiping out all life. But, when all seemed lost, the Forerunner guided arcane dark magic to wipe the worlds clean. Now, we are warring against the crusade of the Covenant, invaders from far off reaches. Our lands burn. Harvest, Onyx, Reach. All are lost. But in one final effort, a legendary hero emerges, clad in green armor and golden visor. He is man's last best hope. He campaigns across the lands, and takes the fight to the Covenant's holy relic, Halo. After besieging the Covenant's relic, the Spartan would fight to safeguard Mombasa, and ruin another Halo ring. The Spartan and his companion fought against the plague in the Covenant's holy city of High Charity, until it twas to collapse. The Spartan left behind his most trusted companion to sabotage the city from inside making her a vow he knew he must keep. The plague spreads through Mombasa, and the Spartan is tasked to use the vile relics to conquer the plague. And is lost at sea. The Spartan and his heroism are lost to duty, yet remain unforgotten.
*Tartarus:* "It is simple, human, taketh the relic in thy hand, and doeth as instructed." *Oracle:* "Please sir, do take caution, this knight is delica-" *Tartarus:* "One more word out of you Oracle, and I'll rip thine eyes from their sockets." "which is nothing compared to the torture I have planned for you." *Arbiter:* "Tartarus, halt!" *Tartarus:* "Impossible." *Arbiter:* "Put down the relic." *Tartarus:* "And disobey our own noble lords?" *Arbiter:* "There are many things that our lords do not yet understand about the Halo crusade." *Tartarus:* "Take care Arbiter, what you speak is heresy." *Arbiter:* "Is it? Great Oracle, what is the Halo crusade?" *Oracle:* "Collectively-" *Tartarus:* "Not another word shall you utter oracle!" *Johnson:* "Verily I do protest, do not disturb the lantern." *Johnson:* "If thou wishes to keep ones brain encased in thy helmet, thou shalt order your men to halt!" *Johnson:* "Alas great sire, doeth thy bidding." *Arbiter:* "Oracle, what is the Halo crusade?" *Oracle:* "A last resort to end the plague and eliminate potential hosts of the plague. My lords designed it many millenia ago." *Arbiter:* "And what happened to them?" *Oracle:* "They, along with all life on this sphere, were eliminated to destroy the plague, as planned." *Arbiter:* "Our lords have betrayed us."
_I may hath post this scroll on the previous edition of this fine melody, but mine greatest wish is to share mine writings with the whole of the kingdom!_ *Lady Cortana:* "Pray tell…what is this unknown thing?" *Vile Gravemind:* "What am I? I am but a collection of all of thine past misdeeds." *Maester Fief:* "Please calm thyself. I'd prefer not to upset this unknown beast." *Ser Thel 'Vadamee:* "Mine mortal foe who hath tarnished mine honor!" *Vile Gravemind:* "This knight is partially a contraption, and remains steadfast. This lord is pure flesh, but is an apparent fanatic and misguided in his views." *Ser Thel 'Vadamee:* "End mine life or free me from thine grip, vile beast. Mine time is valuable, and I wish it not be wasted with idle conversation." *Vile Gravemind:* "There hath great quantities of conversation. And how I hath listened! Through uncut stone, metallic ore, and the ages. Now hark as I begin the conversation!" *MMCDI Penitent Tangent:* "Good morrow! I am MMCDI Penitent Tangent. I am the Monitor of Heaven-Bound Ring V." *Priest of Regret:* "And I, good sirs and fair maiden, am the Priest of Regret, a leading member of our holy council... one of the three leaders of our most righteous religious unity!" *MMCDI Penitent Tangent:* "A Reclaimer? Present before me? Praise be! There is still much to be accomplished. If thou would be so kind, we must make haste and ensure this ring’s task is performed if we are to ensure the eradication of this local plague!" *Priest of Regret:* "Please do not leave mine presence, my dearest congregation! My sermon's delivery is of the utmost priority!" *MMCDI Penitent Tangent:* "Falsehoods! This heaven-bound ring hath had its hypothesis tested I.II trillion times and successfully executed once. It awaits to be used at a moment’s notice." *Priest of Regret:* "While our Lords were wise and infallible, their Oracles that hath been left are as valuable as rotten apples! Their knowledge of our highly revered Great Journey is that of a newborn babe!" *MMCDI Penitent Tangent:* "And _thou_ hast the knowledge of a newborn babe of containment! Thou hast shown the purest ignorance of tasks even a mere child could perform!" *Vile Gravemind:* "The crystal ball's 'containment'..." _huff!_ "And the elderly priest's 'Great Journey'... are no different. Thine Priests have falsely assured you that your damned soul will be saved from an existence puppetted by the Devil, but thou shall not find the salvation thy seek herein this ring. The architects who constructed this location were aware of its devastating prowess. Do not be hasty in assuming their reasoning, or every soul shall be lost once more." *Maester Fief:* "This beast speaks truths. Halo is a tool of destruction. Thine holy ones have made a grave and egregious error." *Thel 'Vadamee:* "Thy foolishness and lack of faith hath caused the senseless destruction of a most sacred piece of mine religion, mine mortal foe. Thou shall not harm another." *Vile Gravemind:* "If the truths I speak will not be heard by thine ears, then thine eyes will reveal it. If we make haste, the inevitable can be delayed, but thou must find the key. Thou will investigate one potential hiding place, and thou shalt make inquiries in another location. Destiny hath us come together as mortal enemies, but this heavenly body will forge us into a lifelong fraternity."
"þi mistaketh is seeing spartans as equipmentr'ys of se ingraft soldi'ry. Mine own spartan's art Mannkinne's next in our destiny as a raceth. Doth not und'restimate θose folk. But moste of al, doth not und'restimate hine."
Genuinely surprised Marty hasn't shown up to leave a comment of satisfaction and approval. The only reason logical is that he hasn't seen it yet since I know he'd approve if he had. 😆
Take heed! Whence I was a young man our armies had not such beloved battle wagons, we procured sticks, two sticks and a boulder, the latter, for gods sake ‘twas shared communally. -Sir Avery, Son of John
Lorde Hood, Admiral of thee fleet: "Master of Chief, would thee care to share thine intensions for stowing away below thee enemies' barge?" Master of Chief, Spartan II of UNSC: "Sire, bringing to completion this macabre quarrel."
Sir Chief shalt taketh this battlewagon, rolleth across yonder bridge and smite any foul beast that dost standeth betwixt he and the Prophet of Regret. Thou shalt pull thyself together! For thou art going with him!
Thy are only accustomed to the fifth tale of the green knight, for you hath to lay thine finger on RB to overturn thine siege machine in foregoing legends. I commend acquiring the collection of the sir master chief, for it also contains the tale of the noble knights in the lands of Reach.
-Sólo había un barco. -¿Uno?, ¿estáis seguro? -Si, era un buque Inglés. -(golpea el trono) ¡Por qué no fué destruido con el resto de la flota! -Le perseguí pero huyó. -La primera vez que vos visteis Gibraltar quedasteis cegado por su magnificiencia. -¿cegado?. -¡Anonadado!, ¡Estupefacto!. -No, -¡Y aún así lograron eludir vuestros barcos, desembarcar en el peñón y contaminarlo con sus sucias pisadas!. -Honorables Nobles, comprenderéis que cuando la peste apareció... (Abucheos de fondo) -Habeis hecho bien en centrarte en la peste. Pero este germano, este Hesse-Darmstadt. -Para cuando comprendí lo que planeaba el germano, fué demasiado tarde. -Habéis sido un gran instrumento para la corona, pero vuestra incapacidad para proteger Gibraltar ha sido una ofensa. -¡Es mas es una Herejía!. (Más abucheos de fondo) -Continuaré mi campaña contra los ingleses. -No, no lo hareis. (Tercios proceden a llevarse al capitán)
I've heard a couple these, and while a lot of people are joking, it really stands as a testament to the strength of the compositions that, even with a nearly completely different set of instruments they retain their feeling.
I have been Roland, Beowulf, Achilles, Gilgamesh. I have been called a hundred names and will be called a thousand more before the world goes dim and cold. I am a hero. She has been nameless since our birth, a constant adversary caring for nothing but my ruin, a sword drenched in my blood forever, my greatest and only love. She is the dark one, the enemy and lover, without whom my very existence would be pathetic and vulgar! Our relationship is complex and perhaps eternal. We met once in the garden at the beginning of the world and, unaware of our twin destinies, we matched stares across a dry fountain. And I recall her smiling at me before she devoured the lawn and trees with a translucent blue flame and tore flagstones from the path and hurled them into the sky, screaming my sins. I powder a granite monument in a soundless flash, showering the grass with molten drops of its gold inlay, sending smoking chips of stone skipping into the fog. She splinters an ancient oak with a force that takes my breath and hurls me to the ground. She lea% [leaves?] CONNECTION TERMINATED
Wiki bought me here as they lists this as the 1st Bardcore song. I would say Alina Gingertail has been doing medieval covers before it was cool. Great work by the way.
"Have thee been made aware, yon Arbiter, of the knighthoods' of honour'd Sanghelios' intentions to forfeit just responsibility- to quit the High Council- over this... _exchange of hats?"_ "Lord, we hath forever been your appointed guard." "These are tasking times, o Arbiter."
"Lo, Ser Avery, Son of John, when shalt thee appeal me a tale of thou great escape?" "Forgive me Serjeant, tis of utmost secrecy." "Hah! Bite thine arse! Thou shalt relinquish the thought of calibrations to thou trebuchet-" "He appears to exude an air of excitement. Perhaps thine King, Lord Hood, hath not bequeathed unto him an invitation."
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"M'lord, I asketh for thy blessimg to leaveth the castle"
"What art thy intentions, Chief Master of Arms?"
"To return thine Covenant's petard"
"I give thou mine blessing."
"Hold, Sir John. I knoweth what thou art scheming, and t's witless!"
@@he110me Harken! Stayeth h're
@@corpsebrood6669 "Alas, I find'th lunacy agreeable."
Blessing granted
*ship full of plague rats arrive in Venetian ports*
Lord Arbiter: "What is it? More Saracens?"
Master Fief: "Worse"
A horde of lepers
Who cares about Flood, when you can defeat
p e s t i l e n c e ?
The plague.
I'm your like #1000, grats
You predicated the surge of halo 3 rat memes
"Your inability to safeguard Halo was a colossal failure."
"Nay, it was heresy."
I will continue My campaign against the humans
No you shall not
Ere the Great Journey shall begin. In lamentation, the weight of your heresy will stay your feet. Thence you shall be left behind.
I love how this is literally just the quote from the game hahahaha
Hey, would you look at that ! most of the covenant dialogue can go untouched
“Pray tell, for if thou should miss?”
“I shan’t.”
had me rolling
Thump*
In regards to the circumstance in that he is a stone, thy flight was fair
Lady Cortana: You look fair.
Meister Fief and Admiral: Much obliged milady.
and Sir Johnson*
@@reviveempires Man-At-Arms Johnson.
Meister Fief has me fucking rolling, good show
Sir John CXVII and Sergeant-at-Arms Johnson
CaptainMarvell92 Returns Sergeant at Arms, Avery, Son of John
Master Chief is the Green Knight of the Arthurian legend
Fuck Yeah! Sir Gwain 117, The Green Knight, Master at arms.
So hes gonna fuck with Gawaine before threatening to chop his head off?
How can we make the story of halo parallel with Sir Gawain's tale? Brainstorm people
@OSAZEE LEGEMAH Good tidings sir, I bid yee good fortune on the morrow and for all the days ahead!!
my god...
Sir John 117: "I require a blade"
Sir Avery, son of Johnson: "right this way"
Haha the name was The funniest
Would he be Sir John CXVII or IIVII?
@@keatonkitsune8131 hahahaha
@Wuanslm also could it be John II
Shouldn't it just be son of john?
*"I do not keep the quiver full, O'John. Thee must scour for munitions on thine journey."*
😆
"I shall require a Bow"
"Come hither"
Damn Lord Keyes doesn't keep the quiver full
The best quote here.
Thou must aquire missiles to launch from thine Bow
"Brute Ranks! Mine own liege, the foe doth outnumb'r us thrice ov'r!"
"Alas, We art hath met with an coequal field"
Nice
Gold
"All cruisers, fire at your own preference! Roast their animalistic posterior!"
"O I know what the maidens desire"
"I am much obliged for thy gift of a catapult, yon Fief never once bought me such"
"Verily shalt I say, I doth know the way to a women's heart"
Maidens desire shining armour.
The maidens covet plate! Verily!
LMAO
50.000 pounds of wood and iron of pure dIIVINe intervention. BAck in are day we had to use a rock and a stick and we had to share the rock
"Waketh me... when you needeth me''
-Mine oafish son upon finishing a single hour of farmland work, in all likelihood
😂
Nice
Aye, wha’ a wanka
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"Cleric Halsey. The third Noble shall escort thee to the Castle."
"An escort is not required, Leader."
"Ser Jun, ensure no material reaches the enemy's grasp."
"By your command, it shall be done. Good tidings upon thee."
"Aye, and to thee too, wielder of the rifle."
--
"I require a direction, machina."
"Travel thirty thousand metres, Make a turn right, 50 degrees on thine compass."
"Which shall take us to...?"
"The shipbreaking docks in the Aszod badlands. The only remaining extraction point on this landmass. The enemy's aerial attacks have destroyed many forces on their way there."
"Aye, shall not have been a Noble mission, t'were it a simple task."
--
"Maria above... We can traverse it, sir!"
"...Nay, it cannot be done. Not on foot."
"Leader, you lack the adequate munitions!"
"...Isaac Newton hast given me an idea."
"I have heard thee, Leader. Strike them greatly, lord."
"Thou art now solitary, Noble. I shall see you in the afterlife."
...
"A fissure to our east. Let us make haste."
--
"Thou art a sight for sore eyes, Spartan. Lady Halsey made me certain you could be trusted for this task."
"Nay, 'twas not but I."
"Their memory lives on."
...
"Warship! Headed for our vessel! Fourth Noble, I require fire on the enemy or we shall never vacate this well of gravity."
"Thine exit window shall be had, Captain."
"Captain to the Bridge, the shore party hast acquired the package."
...
"Aargh!..."
"Who shall taste steel next?!"
"Gah! I am prepared for God, but you shall meet him sooner!"
--
"Officer, embark our vessel, we must depart immediately!"
"Nay. I have the trebuchet. Good tidings, m'lord."
"Good tidings to you, Spartan."
-----------
*MEETING POINT OMEGA*
_THERE SHALL BE ANOTHER TIME_
"Spartans do not perish... they are merely lost in the fog of war...?"
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This is actually cool
i'd say 'cleric' does not aptly replace the title 'doctor' in this case
“Nay. I have the trebuchet” lmao
Trebuchet, the superior siege weapon.
"A quaere m'liege, suppose'th thee miss" - Maiden Cortana
"I shant" - Lord Superior
''Meister Fief.''
"Lord Commander"
This just sounds so cheerful.. Like when you start a new adventure in a game and you're just a noob that doesn't know what's coming for you.
Reminds me of when I first started watching Hunter X Hunter
Loll yess
"Dids't thou call for a most warty Boar?"
"My good Hammer of Foes, I didst not think that thou would arrive at mine manor?"
"Thou knowest our creed: Collective Deliverance"
i love this
lol a warty boar!!! Im sunk
The scroll recounts only "contrition", praytell what is meant?
"Tidings humænity: Holdeth we contrition in of being ill-born foreign creatures. Holdeth we contrition in of being emigres to thine lands. And indubitably holdeth we contrition in of the ruin of our wretched armada at the hands of thine chivalric order!"
"Hail!"
"Contrition is a name, Sir knight. The name of one of the Covenant's zealous cardinals. He rest within yonder vessel, and hast signaled for aid."
Have haste with thine ears. Pastures of the twenty-third are hot with blood. Verily, I say unto you, advancement is not wise. Our Lord's judgement suggests abort.
@@kyleknight9686 Verily, ye tidings be met. Lord Johnson, the decision rests with you!
"Behold, we proceedeth with our attack. Soldiers, make ready thy martial arts!"
Sergent-at-Arms Avery, Son of John: O' I knoweth what ye faire maidens covet.
Best one so far.
@@khajiitimanus7432 He be but John, Petty Officer of the Naval rank, masterly lairde. Sergent-at-Arms Avery, Son of John is indeed the Masterly Lairde's elder.
@@MrMobiusfan i edit it, thanks
"In me day, whole tribe had rock and 2 stick, tribe had share rock!" -Old timer Jo-ho of the berry tribe
They say 12 long nose die in holabunga, there no be 12 smoke hut. GRUG NO BELIEVE HOLABUNGA
The Berry Tribe reigns supreme over weak apple tribe.
You guys are slowly curing my depression. . . Please continue.
@@gwaldar7300 long nose tribe say, they out 109 tribes.
Long nose tribe say, they no control Cave paint, Grug no believe, what long nose tribe say.
sounds like something ancient Grug Wojack would say
"Were thoust so easy..."
Weir est sai Easei
*Werst it nay nought easy.
Plough yay
“Sir Chief, might I inquire as to why you are on that steed?”
“My liege, I am attending a jousting tournament”
"Dost thou know how costly thine equipment be?"
"Speak ye that to the Covenant."
*beginning of the level metropolis*
Female marine: "Thine beast heaved fro. Ballista's, Greek Fire, none of thy seigecraft felled the beast".
*Master of Arms Johnson arrives"
Johnson: "Where hast your band tarried off?"
Female marine: "They fell in battle, milord"
Male marine: "And so be it may us if we do not retreat!"
Johnson: "Art thou wounded?"
Male marine: "negative milord!"
Johnson: "Then lend me your ears lad!"
"During mine years as a squire, each merry band was given two cudgels and a stone. And thy merry band had to equally appropriate the stone! Cheer up lad! Thou art a fortunate squire!"
Female marine: "The scarab is of grave danger yet".
Johnson: "dragons have been slain yet. Scarabs are no different. Join with the Master Chief, he is an experienced knight".
Cortana:. "thy gift of a battering ram is most appreciated. Thy Lord fails to tribute myself such treasures".
Johnson: "I know what miladies appreciate".
Once more unto the breach Master Chief!
This is genius
The male marine should be saying 'Nay milord!'.
Miladies appreciate chain mail
Master Chief: *runs out from a corridor with a sword*
Grunt: "HE DOTH BE OMNIPRESENT!"
Elite: "Worteth worteth worteth!"
best commemt
Grunt: "Heh, heh, heh . . . slay."
Location: The Consecrated Burg of the Covenant, High Charity
Date: Ninth Age of Reclamation
"One? is thine mind unclouded?" - Prophet of Truth"
"Mine mind is certain. 't was entitled 'The Pilgrim of Autumn'" - Arbiter
"What misfortune opposed the vessel from meeting the same fate as the rest of it's companions" - Prophet of Mercy
"The ship took flight upon the scorching of it's world's heavens but mine body pursued alongside all comrades sworn to follow thou" - Arbiter
"When thou first beheld Halo, were thine eyes unsighted by it's majesty?" - Prophet of Regret
"Unsighted?" - Arbiter
"Incapacitated? Benumbed?" - Prophet of Mercy
"Nay!" - Arbiter
"Then why, pray tell, did thou thereafter allow humanity's vandalism of sacred Halo?" - Prophet of Truth
"Hierarchs noble, assuredly thou perceived that upon the leech's hostility-" - Arbiter
[Uproar from crowd]
"Serenity shall presume in this court post-haste" - Prophet of Regret
"Thine attention's placement on the leech was appropriate but now, I ask, speak plainly of the Demon dubbed Meister Fief" - Prophet of Truth
"Upon mine recognition of the Demon's campaign, not one measure was available to me" - Arbiter
"Noble Prophet of Truth, the Inquisition at present has concluded, mine judgement dictates tis blasphemer be burdened as an illustration" - Prophet of Regret
"Thine abilities are instrumental to the Covenant divine; nonetheless, thine assay of the hallowed ring was a most prodigious foundering" - Prophet of Truth
"Nay 't was heresy." - Prophet of Objection
"Mine crusade in opposition of humanity shall resume" - Arbiter
"Nay, it shan't" - Prophet of Truth
[Arbiter is escorted from the hearing]
"Holy pilgrimage shall be undertaken, though thou shan't presume thine feet will carry thou, for thine sins burden thou a weight too heavy. Thou shan't be waited upon" - Prophet of Truth
The only thing was that he wasn't yet the Arbiter, but Fleet master Thel' Vadamee, at the time of his trial.
I'm convinced the Halo theme is a tune much older than the game. Even in its natural form it plays like a medieval tune of several medieval genres.
"Bet thou sticketh it not." - Lady Cortana
Squire: "And of enemy's catapult over yonder?"
Sir Knight Johnson: "Thou played a hand of ye' Gauntlet. Thy enemy is mischievous, nor feeble. Be still, ye Master may guide you."
Lady Tana: "Many blessings for thine ballista. Ye olde Jester carries offerings, nay."
"Aye, I am well wise of the likings of the ladies."
"I, prithee, am a monument to all thine sins"
…but this actually makes sense for the gravemind to say...?
Every time he assimilates a Medieval Times, this is what happens.
Thou art a crazy fool. Wherefore dost thee always jump? Someday thee're goeth to land on something as stubborn as thee, and me dost not deal with bits and pieces.
-Sir Avery Johnson of The Hood
I enjoyed playing this on my Charlemagne Box back in the year 800
"I desireth a weapon from thy arsenal."
"Mine weapons are located in this direction, thou must follow behind me!"
It's STILL missing the whole Dun dun dun DUNNNNNNNNN dun dun dun DUNNNNNNNNN part before the main melody
that's the Mjolnir Mix
@@nohomobut7642 you are EXTREMELY wrong about that foolish sir
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no homo, but Mjolnir mix is literally just the halo 2 them, which is a remix of the halo 1 theme.
@@trevordillon1921 mjolnir mix is overrated imho. Yea it's cool but I think Halo 1 and 3 version of the theme is superior
@@Jormyyy mjolnir mix *is* the halo 2 version
"I wouldst be thine father, but yon hound bested me over the portcullis"
Ser Johnson
“Hark! When thy jointh the Calvary thy needth not nay fancieth of chariots, thy had not but 2 score of lumbar, and a hunk of masonry for the entireth of companies! And we needth all partaketh in thi holiest of masonry!”
“Foresoth, What Beith of the enemies accursed siege tower?”
“We havth all readth yon stories, thy be mighty as the strongest of towers, but nay are they without folly! Stay in proximity to Master Fief, tho shall knowth the corse!”
“Blessings upon Ye, for thine chariot, alas my noble protector fails to grant me even the most basic of dowries!”
“Ho, thy knowith what the fair maidens relish!”
This is a great bardcore song, it isn't just a direct note for note copy of the original with synthesized medieval instruments, it changes aspects to suit the authentic medieval style
"I thank ye, sir knight, for thine armament. Alas, mine own escort doth fail to provide such tribute"
"Foresoth, I posses most wonderous knowledge of the madens' desires!
"Dearest crusaders of the human persuasion, we doth regret our foreign heritage, we doth regret forcing entry into thy home, we doth utmostly regret our loss of warships at thy hands
HUZ-ZAH!"
Tis the legends of those whom came afore. In time afore time, there were the Forerunner and the dark plague that swept the lands wiping out all life. But, when all seemed lost, the Forerunner guided arcane dark magic to wipe the worlds clean.
Now, we are warring against the crusade of the Covenant, invaders from far off reaches.
Our lands burn. Harvest, Onyx, Reach. All are lost. But in one final effort, a legendary hero emerges, clad in green armor and golden visor. He is man's last best hope. He campaigns across the lands, and takes the fight to the Covenant's holy relic, Halo.
After besieging the Covenant's relic, the Spartan would fight to safeguard Mombasa, and ruin another Halo ring.
The Spartan and his companion fought against the plague in the Covenant's holy city of High Charity, until it twas to collapse. The Spartan left behind his most trusted companion to sabotage the city from inside making her a vow he knew he must keep.
The plague spreads through Mombasa, and the Spartan is tasked to use the vile relics to conquer the plague. And is lost at sea.
The Spartan and his heroism are lost to duty, yet remain unforgotten.
"Guardsmen to the bridge! Master Chief Petty Officer John hath betrayed us. Smite him where he stands, brothers."
"Sire... Finishing yon battle."
Lord Hood: Mæster Fief, what art thou doing ‘pon that Covenant caravan?
Mæster Fief: M’Lord, finisheth this quarrel.
*Tartarus:* "It is simple, human, taketh the relic in thy hand, and doeth as instructed."
*Oracle:* "Please sir, do take caution, this knight is delica-"
*Tartarus:* "One more word out of you Oracle, and I'll rip thine eyes from their sockets." "which is nothing compared to the torture I have planned for you."
*Arbiter:* "Tartarus, halt!"
*Tartarus:* "Impossible."
*Arbiter:* "Put down the relic."
*Tartarus:* "And disobey our own noble lords?"
*Arbiter:* "There are many things that our lords do not yet understand about the Halo crusade."
*Tartarus:* "Take care Arbiter, what you speak is heresy."
*Arbiter:* "Is it? Great Oracle, what is the Halo crusade?"
*Oracle:* "Collectively-"
*Tartarus:* "Not another word shall you utter oracle!"
*Johnson:* "Verily I do protest, do not disturb the lantern."
*Johnson:* "If thou wishes to keep ones brain encased in thy helmet, thou shalt order your men to halt!"
*Johnson:* "Alas great sire, doeth thy bidding."
*Arbiter:* "Oracle, what is the Halo crusade?"
*Oracle:* "A last resort to end the plague and eliminate potential hosts of the plague. My lords designed it many millenia ago."
*Arbiter:* "And what happened to them?"
*Oracle:* "They, along with all life on this sphere, were eliminated to destroy the plague, as planned."
*Arbiter:* "Our lords have betrayed us."
"Verily do I protest, do not disturb the lantern."
I'm losing it right now.
We've been fopped, backstabbed, and quite possibly bamboozl'd
_I may hath post this scroll on the previous edition of this fine melody, but mine greatest wish is to share mine writings with the whole of the kingdom!_
*Lady Cortana:* "Pray tell…what is this unknown thing?"
*Vile Gravemind:* "What am I? I am but a collection of all of thine past misdeeds."
*Maester Fief:* "Please calm thyself. I'd prefer not to upset this unknown beast."
*Ser Thel 'Vadamee:* "Mine mortal foe who hath tarnished mine honor!"
*Vile Gravemind:* "This knight is partially a contraption, and remains steadfast. This lord is pure flesh, but is an apparent fanatic and misguided in his views."
*Ser Thel 'Vadamee:* "End mine life or free me from thine grip, vile beast. Mine time is valuable, and I wish it not be wasted with idle conversation."
*Vile Gravemind:* "There hath great quantities of conversation. And how I hath listened! Through uncut stone, metallic ore, and the ages. Now hark as I begin the conversation!"
*MMCDI Penitent Tangent:* "Good morrow! I am MMCDI Penitent Tangent. I am the Monitor of Heaven-Bound Ring V."
*Priest of Regret:* "And I, good sirs and fair maiden, am the Priest of Regret, a leading member of our holy council... one of the three leaders of our most righteous religious unity!"
*MMCDI Penitent Tangent:* "A Reclaimer? Present before me? Praise be! There is still much to be accomplished. If thou would be so kind, we must make haste and ensure this ring’s task is performed if we are to ensure the eradication of this local plague!"
*Priest of Regret:* "Please do not leave mine presence, my dearest congregation! My sermon's delivery is of the utmost priority!"
*MMCDI Penitent Tangent:* "Falsehoods! This heaven-bound ring hath had its hypothesis tested I.II trillion times and successfully executed once. It awaits to be used at a moment’s notice."
*Priest of Regret:* "While our Lords were wise and infallible, their Oracles that hath been left are as valuable as rotten apples! Their knowledge of our highly revered Great Journey is that of a newborn babe!"
*MMCDI Penitent Tangent:* "And _thou_ hast the knowledge of a newborn babe of containment! Thou hast shown the purest ignorance of tasks even a mere child could perform!"
*Vile Gravemind:* "The crystal ball's 'containment'..." _huff!_ "And the elderly priest's 'Great Journey'... are no different. Thine Priests have falsely assured you that your damned soul will be saved from an existence puppetted by the Devil, but thou shall not find the salvation thy seek herein this ring. The architects who constructed this location were aware of its devastating prowess. Do not be hasty in assuming their reasoning, or every soul shall be lost once more."
*Maester Fief:* "This beast speaks truths. Halo is a tool of destruction. Thine holy ones have made a grave and egregious error."
*Thel 'Vadamee:* "Thy foolishness and lack of faith hath caused the senseless destruction of a most sacred piece of mine religion, mine mortal foe. Thou shall not harm another."
*Vile Gravemind:* "If the truths I speak will not be heard by thine ears, then thine eyes will reveal it. If we make haste, the inevitable can be delayed, but thou must find the key. Thou will investigate one potential hiding place, and thou shalt make inquiries in another location. Destiny hath us come together as mortal enemies, but this heavenly body will forge us into a lifelong fraternity."
Nice. Best one yet :)
@@anxiousearth680 You humble me, my lord!
Lady Cortana: "Halo, it did be at an end."
Sir John: *"Nay, I dost believe that we have only just gotten commenced."*
"þi mistaketh is seeing spartans as equipmentr'ys of se ingraft soldi'ry. Mine own spartan's art Mannkinne's next in our destiny as a raceth. Doth not und'restimate θose folk. But moste of al, doth not und'restimate hine."
Nice.
Genuinely surprised Marty hasn't shown up to leave a comment of satisfaction and approval. The only reason logical is that he hasn't seen it yet since I know he'd approve if he had. 😆
When the strings came in @0:45 it a little bit Journey of the Sorcerer, for a moment. Don't panic!
Me: Halo can't sound more ancient and medieval than this.
LjB0: Squire... Get me my lute.
"can thou telleth me what thou is doing in thy castle?"
"M'lord, finishing this battle."
"thy soared in the air quite lavishly, for he be a boulder"
"Knights, to the helm. The Master Fief has become one of ill mind. Down with him, men."
i just wanted to see if friendly fire was possible
RIP shipmaster Keyes
"I needeth ein weapon"
The Gravemind's dialogue wouldn't change
Lady Cortana: You look fair.
Meister Fief and Lord Admiral: Much obliged.
The "Press X to flip siege engine" comment is just unmatched
"I thank thee for thy gift of a trebuchet, my good sir has yet to grant me such gifts"
"Verily doth I know what the ladies desire"
First! Love that you started these remixes, and hope you'll continue!!
fitting how a franchise that treats its Sci-Fi like a fantasy would sound like Fantasy when given a medieval spin
Bruh how!!! The flute part goes even harder than in your first video. Incredible
‘tis unwise to swear an oath to a maiden if thou’st knows thine cannot fulfill it.
“Sir John, behold! We must make haste!”
“Nay, we shall battle.”
Take heed! Whence I was a young man our armies had not such beloved battle wagons, we procured sticks, two sticks and a boulder, the latter, for gods sake ‘twas shared communally.
-Sir Avery, Son of John
Lorde Hood, Admiral of thee fleet: "Master of Chief, would thee care to share thine intensions for stowing away below thee enemies' barge?"
Master of Chief, Spartan II of UNSC: "Sire, bringing to completion this macabre quarrel."
“Waketh thine when you ma’am needeth me”
Sir Chief shalt taketh this battlewagon, rolleth across yonder bridge and smite any foul beast that dost standeth betwixt he and the Prophet of Regret. Thou shalt pull thyself together! For thou art going with him!
the flute solo in this is super metal
Hark to the tale of Sir John the Lucky and Lord Thel the Vengeful.
“How much time was lefteth?”
“Thou don’t want to knoweth”
The perfect mix between Halo and Crusader kings 👌
That feel when your DM is just barely hiding the fact that his "campaign" is actually just that of Halo 3 in medieval style
"lay thine finger on ye letter X to overturn thine siege machine"
Thy are only accustomed to the fifth tale of the green knight, for you hath to lay thine finger on RB to overturn thine siege machine in foregoing legends. I commend acquiring the collection of the sir master chief, for it also contains the tale of the noble knights in the lands of Reach.
I just Want to say Thankyou!
thank you for making this.
Ship Mate: Lord Ship master, thine Covenant Flotilla outnumber us a great plenty!
Lord Ship Master: Then it shall be square; Burn their peasant farms!
God damn, the flutist's on fire.
"Chief Master of Arms, might I inquire what thou art planning on that vessel."
"Milord, ending this quarrel."
Thank you sir for blessing me with this masterpiece
"Pray thee tell, what art thou?"
"I? I be thine throng of sin"
Captain: "Sir Masterchief, thoust mind telling me what thou is planning over there?"
MS: "Gaming M'lord, for the holy land"
Lady of Cort’ana: Watch thy head, for thou is two us in here!
-Sólo había un barco.
-¿Uno?, ¿estáis seguro?
-Si, era un buque Inglés.
-(golpea el trono) ¡Por qué no fué destruido con el resto de la flota!
-Le perseguí pero huyó.
-La primera vez que vos visteis Gibraltar quedasteis cegado por su magnificiencia.
-¿cegado?.
-¡Anonadado!, ¡Estupefacto!.
-No,
-¡Y aún así lograron eludir vuestros barcos, desembarcar en el peñón y contaminarlo con sus sucias pisadas!.
-Honorables Nobles, comprenderéis que cuando la peste apareció...
(Abucheos de fondo)
-Habeis hecho bien en centrarte en la peste. Pero este germano, este Hesse-Darmstadt.
-Para cuando comprendí lo que planeaba el germano, fué demasiado tarde.
-Habéis sido un gran instrumento para la corona, pero vuestra incapacidad para proteger Gibraltar ha sido una ofensa.
-¡Es mas es una Herejía!.
(Más abucheos de fondo)
-Continuaré mi campaña contra los ingleses.
-No, no lo hareis.
(Tercios proceden a llevarse al capitán)
excelente.
I love the edit of master fief playing the luth 😂👋
I've heard a couple these, and while a lot of people are joking, it really stands as a testament to the strength of the compositions that, even with a nearly completely different set of instruments they retain their feeling.
“Nay m're prophets! nay m're lies! We art his shall! We art his legacy! We art THE BANISHED”
Lady Cortana
“Do not make thy fair lady a pledge, of which thou doth not keep”
the return of the chief
Hark the knowledge I Bequeath on to thee squire, If thou art to fancy a woman be certain of her spheres
I need this in the background of my Age of Empires games
I have been Roland, Beowulf, Achilles, Gilgamesh.
I have been called a hundred names and will be called a
thousand more before the world goes dim and cold.
I am a hero. She has been nameless since our birth,
a constant adversary caring for nothing but my ruin,
a sword drenched in my blood forever, my greatest and
only love. She is the dark one, the enemy and lover, without
whom my very existence would be pathetic and vulgar!
Our relationship is complex and perhaps eternal.
We met once in the garden at the beginning of the world
and, unaware of our twin destinies, we matched stares
across a dry fountain. And I recall her smiling at me before
she devoured the lawn and trees with a translucent blue flame
and tore flagstones from the path and hurled them into the
sky, screaming my sins. I powder a granite monument in a
soundless flash, showering the grass with molten drops of
its gold inlay, sending smoking chips of stone
skipping into the fog. She splinters an ancient oak
with a force that takes my breath and hurls me to the ground.
She lea% [leaves?]
CONNECTION TERMINATED
“Thine is Truth, the voice of thine’s Covenant”
“And so, thoust must be silenced”
Wiki bought me here as they lists this as the 1st Bardcore song. I would say Alina Gingertail has been doing medieval covers before it was cool. Great work by the way.
"But soft! Brute cavalry, staggered line! Shipmaster, we are outnumbered thrice over!"
"Then 'tis a battle of even field."
"What cometh this way? More foul beasts?"
"Worst."
The legend of sir master chief
The Green Knight
"friendly but terrifying and somewhat mysterious."
"Have thee been made aware, yon Arbiter, of the knighthoods' of honour'd Sanghelios' intentions to forfeit just responsibility- to quit the High Council- over this... _exchange of hats?"_
"Lord, we hath forever been your appointed guard."
"These are tasking times, o Arbiter."
Sir John, what art thou doing upon the enemy’s battlements?
My lord. Finishing this fight.
“Hierarch Truth! Thiseth Heresy shalt not stayeth mine feet!
So for thou, thee shall be smitten!” - Medieval Arbiter
Halo 6 is literally just a time travel adventure
"Lo, Ser Avery, Son of John, when shalt thee appeal me a tale of thou great escape?"
"Forgive me Serjeant, tis of utmost secrecy."
"Hah! Bite thine arse! Thou shalt relinquish the thought of calibrations to thou trebuchet-"
"He appears to exude an air of excitement. Perhaps thine King, Lord Hood, hath not bequeathed unto him an invitation."
THINE MASTER CHIEF HAS ARRIVED WE ARE ALL SAVED