Author: Michael J Waterson (153399)

The Lancaster Chronicle

Peace At Last
The genius that is King Henry VI has finally ended the conflict that has gripped fair England for too long. The King personally gathered the lords on both sides the noble Lancastrians and the foul Yorkists and has shamed them into sorting their differences with a arm in arm parade to Westminster Abbey. This wise and merciful decision has surely ended the war and now we can return to peace.
Victory At Wakefield!!!
The noble King’s soldiers have defeated the usurpers dogs on the fields of Wakefield. The traitorous snake was holed up in his castle at Sandal but the glorious troops loyal to our beloved King threw themselves upon his army and tore them limb from limb.
Richard Plantagenet and as many as 2,500 treacherous cravens were slaughtered by the lions of Lancaster. The tyrant was too smitten with his dream of kingship to save any of the poor souls that followed his banner and his poor life ended on his own lands. The only crown he shall ever receive being that bestowed upon his decapitated head to serve as a reminder to any other who will challenge the House of Lancastrian.
Revenge
The souls of those slain at St. Albans in a foul and murderous rage by the then Duke of York, have finally had vengeance. Not only has the Duke of Somerset and Earl of Northumberland finally been avenged fittingly by men led by their sons, but the King has been freed from the grips of a vicious traitor who fled before the noble King’s troops.
15,000 men still thriving on victory at Wakefield fell upon Richard Neville’s troops at St. Albans and mercifully ended the lives of those who have been tricked into betraying the King. Neville and his brothers fled at the point of Lancastrian victory denying the victors the chance to end their foul lives.
Disaster!
Our noble King and Queen have been forced to go into exile in Scotland after the disaster that was the Battle of Towton. 30,000 traitors and naves fell upon an equal number of gloriously anointed soldiers’ of the crown in the middle of the most bitter snowstorm conjured up by evil incarnate, Edward Plantagenet.
Our poor soldiers betrayed by weather were given no quarter by the foul dogs of York and were sent to heaven in their masses. It is only a matter of time before King Henry returns to lead the charge against the evil vermin of York.

The King’s avengers at St. Albans