Ask AI: Write a medieval speech to soldiers about to go to war

Valiant comrades, noble brethren in arms, Hearken to me on this day, a day of iron and blood, a day steeped in the strong brew of valor and courage. We stand on the precipice of battle, our paths interwoven by the threads of destiny, with the halcyon days of tranquility behind us and the maelstrom of war afore. Look around you, noble warriors. These are the faces of your kin, your friends, your brothers in arms. Stand tall and firm, for not one among us came here out of compulsion. Nay, we stand here, bound by the sacred mantle of duty, birthed in the crucible of honor, ignited by the indomitable flame of courage. Fear not the grim specter of war that stands before us. Embrace it. For fear is but the whetstone upon which courage is honed. Are we not the descendants of heroes? The sons and daughters of noble warrior’s blood? We are. And it is our sacred duty to bear the banner of our ancestors high and proud. Our foes may outnumber us, but let that not quell our spirits. Let the sound of our unified march be a tempest that shakes the ground, let our battle cries echo as a harmonious hymn of inevitable victory, resounding in the ears of our adversaries. Remember, my brave comrades, 'tis nobility we fight for, 'tis for our homesteads, our kinfolk, our realm, and the sacred tenets that hold our society fastened. The foe seeks to unravel all that we treasure. But we shall not let that pass, nay, not whilst a single heart amongst us beats with the defiant drum of courage. Not whilst one amongst us can hold steel, shield, or banner high. Do not search the morrow for hope, but carve it from the very marrow of the enemy's despair, bury your fear in their hearts, let their uncertainty be your strength, and their despair, your hope. Today, let us be not simply soldiers, but a tempest of fury, an embodiment of valor, a beacon of hope for all who have placed their trust in us. Earn your glory on the battlefield, earn your place in the annals of our sagas, and etch your name on the grinding stone of time. Ever remember, my bold comrades, that it is not upon the number of lives we claim, but upon the magnitude of courage we display, that we shall be judged. Stand firm, stand together, and not one of you shall face the dread of battle alone. Onwards, brave warriors, onwards to victory! From this day forth, let our deeds ring in song, our names - a hymn in the heart of our people, our bravery - an immortal beacon for eons to come. Battle awaits us, and we shall meet it head-on with undaunted heart and unwavering resolve. For honor, for glory, for our ancestors, and for the Kingdom, today we march into the annals of destiny. Onwards, to victory!