It is a quiet day in ðe tribe. You are carefully moving stones for zaddy. Ðe heat of ðe warm central European sun is glazing on forehead. Ðe heat is like ðose 1000°C knife cutting videos. As you're working on setting up a settlement, Árpád walks up to you. As you lift your head up, a drop of sweat drips down your forehead and falls off your chin. Ðe blazing sun could not be hotter.
"Azta," exclaimed Árpád, "you seem to working mighty hard ;) wiþ you by our side, we sure will be able to fend off ðose pesky romans."
You turn to zaddy and say: "Anyþing for you, apuci. Ðe blisters from ðe work are worþ it for your pleasure"
Árpád seems displeased. He ponders for a moment and says "forget my pleasure... I want you to be pleased."
"But ap-"
"No, [my dear]," he says as he puts his dirt covered index on your lips, "hush, ðe sun is too bright for your precious skin."
"Ápráddy, I'm truely fine ðis way. Who knows when ðe romans are going to attack us and bestow ðeir barbaric language upon us? We might be taken over right ðis ve-"
"My empire is great, Magyar is a force of fear in Europe. Oðer tribes sit wondering wheðer We will attack ðem!"
You knew Zaddy Áprád was right. Europe had learnt to fear ðe power your people hold. Still, you wanted to be of use for ðe great Magyar empire. Still, in ðe back of your head, you knew ðe Roman Emperor Julius Caesar grew tired of your rule.
Árpád gestures to his ló (Hungarian for horse) and exclaims "Get on Caballárpad, let's spend some time sightseeing our empire, raðer ðan just building"
You excitedly get on, wiþ Árpád and ðe ló starts galloping wiðout a destination.
