tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64684812374768876432024-03-04T23:13:50.353-08:00Wretched, Awful ThingsContains, perhaps, opinions on Tabletop RPGs, the mechanics of such things and the joys of such things. Additional content dedicated to my own setting, inspired by dark, horror fantasy and fairy tales: New Feierland.Trent_Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07027231462282970568noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468481237476887643.post-24432400578640670082023-11-20T05:59:00.000-08:002023-11-20T05:59:16.426-08:00The Heirs of Britain - Game Twenty Three - Part Two<p> </p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 24pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Heirs of Britain</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 24pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Session
23 Part 2</span></b><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">: 487, The Best Defence…</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">_____
Session 23 Part Two: The Realm Refocused _____</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elated
by the slaughter of Sir Trillo, his allegedly treacherous vassal, King Uther
immediately sets about pursuing more blood. Though the Saxon spy is seemingly dead,
slain by his own hand, he bids his son, Prince Madoc, to lead an attack on the
barbarous invaders. The Prince will lead a small force on ships, south and east
around the coast of Britain: He is to seek the Saxon boats, burn as many as he
can, and kill those who try to stop him.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">There
is no room for steeds, but there ought be no need for them: The Cymric force is
to move swiftly, striking unexpectedly, and face little resistance. The goal is
not to slaughter Saxons, per se, though there is much joy in such a thing; the
goal is to destroy ships. The Wolves of Logres volunteer; Sir Elvorix, Sir
Uhtred, and Sir Vandar in the stead of his maddened cousin Vandagild.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">In
late summer, the mustered forces arrive at Hanton, in the south. A hundred
knights gather: Not a great force of nobles, but bolstered with soldiers,
rowers, and men-at-arms. Boarding with little trouble, the raiding force sails
east, along the southern British coast.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">As
they sail, the three men talk of their lost friend and cousin, fled in mindless
passion into the woods of Salisbury. The wily Sir Elvorix is pragmatic – the
passion of knights is well known, and virtuous; Vandagild is no exception, nor
immune to such things. He is long gone, and his keen talent for woodsmanship will
render him unfindable, should he wish it. Sir Vandar is worried for his cousin,
but sighs in agreement with Elvorix’s insightful take. Once before, these men
chased a lost man into the wilds, and the scars, of flesh or heart, are still
borne by each. He will trust to God to return his family.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
massive Sir Uhtred, a Berroc man of few words, shrugs it off; he cares little
for the matter. There is work to be done, and Vandagild has abandoned it. He
fights with those who remain. To this, Sir Vandar grits his jaw and nods,
reasserting his focus. A towering man himself, and handsome, Vandar still
stands shorter than hulking Uhtred. The latter spares a sidelong glance at his
companion; he holds it a moment. He chews once, and grunts, seemingly satisfied.
He tosses some salted meat to his companion, and sets for the taffrail to view
the sea.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
raid is undetected: Landing at Anodrida, Sussex, the vile invaders are caught
off-guard. Resistance is minimal; the hundred knights butcher the few continental
defenders, while lesser men of Logres set torch to the grounded Saxon ships. The
Wolves of Logres fight well; Sir Uhtred wields his family’s masterwork great-axe,
his companions their sword and shield. They are uninjured, and bring violent death
to their shocked foe. The force swiftly reembarks, and sail onward, leaving smoke
and blood behind.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKJshWh8tHH8hJPxgCH-SI3aBXtcVoLazQ7-bpeTEr9UOg-nL2Xim8SCBk8Aue7DW4p4vGPpyhcOK9z7kCHNdp05zc5NFyF7IbC8Lj6afp7P_xq50n_qclbXsGStTKyj4qdrgajsBAAUjsi028MynFeTU__fKDh5-fYJjkGbtJRGXGiv_tsni6FM5eSCK5" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="940" data-original-width="940" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKJshWh8tHH8hJPxgCH-SI3aBXtcVoLazQ7-bpeTEr9UOg-nL2Xim8SCBk8Aue7DW4p4vGPpyhcOK9z7kCHNdp05zc5NFyF7IbC8Lj6afp7P_xq50n_qclbXsGStTKyj4qdrgajsBAAUjsi028MynFeTU__fKDh5-fYJjkGbtJRGXGiv_tsni6FM5eSCK5=w512-h512" width="512" /></a><br /><br /></span></div><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><br />Bolstered
by the victory, the fleet sets off in high spirits: Thereafter the British
vengeance falls upon Port Dubris, a major harbour in Sussex. The glorious
Britons sail into port, leap heartily off their bows and onto the salty docks. Though
the Saxon guardians are plentiful, they are unprepared. Though they scramble
hastily to the fight, they match poorly the knights of Logres, who do bear the initiative
and greater force. All around Dubris, ships conflagrate, and men are rent
asunder. Once more, the three men fare well; their blades are well wetted when
they clamber aboard once more. The aggression of the Logres assault bears ripe
fruit; the Saxons have neither time nor means to respond, and the Cymric force
builds on the confidence of each victory. Prince Madoc leads well; the blood of
the Pendragon is truly thick in his veins! His father Uther, once the mightiest
warlord of his brother High King Aurelius, has placed well his trust in the
Prince.<br /><br /></span><p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">_____ Blood and Essex _____</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Essex;
at the confluence of the Blackware and Colm river. On approach, a wall of Saxon
ships lines the sandy beach. The men of Logres murmur: This must be, or has
been, a major port of ingress for the hated Saxons; How many must they be? If
we crush them here, we can cut them from their homeland and drive them into the
sea!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">As
the sea-spray and weather thins, clearer eyes spy Saxons in full arms arrayed
in good order on the shores; a coordinated defence awaits! Have they sharp
scouts, sending rapid word between their ports? Has the oily smoke of previous
victories given warning? There is but little time to discuss; the knights find
their companions and arm, waiting only briefly in eager anticipation of the
violence ashore.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Under
hails of disciplined arrows, the Prince’s ships slam into the makeshift
fortress of Saxon ships with a grinding crunch: As one the knights rush forth,
roaring their battle cries and fury! Salty winds whip wet banners and hair alike,
the armoured knights leaping forth onto the boats and boards of their enemy! The
grey air is soon sprayed with blood, as the barbaric foe howl in kind, charging
in their own brutish way.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix is among the first aboard, rushing to do battle with a burly Saxon
seaman. The man wields a great-spear, and benefits from the prepared defences
of the Saxon ship-wall: He lurches forward as the Roman knight makes landfall;
the long weapon strikes home in the flank of the leaping Elvorix, slipping past
his shield and drawing blood through the maille. Elvorix, wounded by his hated
Saxon foe, lets the fury of his rage spill forth, a ragged cry of wrath! Alas,
he is still outdone by the wily foe, and suffers a second smaller wound! Desperate
to regain momentum, frustrated and embarrassed by his cunning foe, Sir Elvorix
fogoes his defence, rightly trusting his armour holds against the spearman's
blow; the Roman cuts hard, and his lunging foe drops grunting to the ground;
wounded but alive! Once more the knight of Salisbury lashes out, pressing has
advantage; as the Saxon rises on a knee, Elvorix's blade meets his armoured skull,
knocking the man bloody and senseless!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandar, beside him, fights confidently, shoving aside his own foe’s long spear
and chopping his blade down hard on the man's collar; the Saxon collapses to
the deck, gasping, but not yet out of the fight. The tall knight, perhaps
overconfident, is caught-out by his standing opponent, who slips the point of
his spear into the large Aquitanian's maille to little effect. Grunting,
dispassionate, Sir Vandar twists beyond the shaft of the Saxon's spear, and
buries his blade to the hilt in the man; they lock eyes until the lesser man
slips from life.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uthred,
huge and swollen with exalted rage for his hated foe, Hacks down on his man as
he lands, dropping him to a knee, and horrifically cleaving him in twain before
he can stand. A booming laugh punctuates the clash and screams of battle, as the
enormous Berroc warrior laughs in the joy of slaughter!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir Uhtred steps to
open the gap in the line further, cleaving his great axe with utter rage into
another warrior, holding the breach in the line with more wounding hacks!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">Before
long, the last organised foes fall, and the horn sounds! The enemy are
defeated, the boats are burning, and the men of Logres withdraw before more
Saxons can rally... </span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">_____ Among the Reeds… _____<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Embarked
once more, the knights share stories of their fights and duels, comparing feats
and wounds. Talk of victorious battle justify the careful stitches of priests and
companions who apply aid, and playfully denigrate their companions boasts. Alas,
some Cyrmic warriors will not fight again on this campaign; others will never
fight again. Nonetheless: A substantial victory has been achieved, but the task
is yet incomplete. Thus they sail onward, northeast to the border between the
Saxon Shore and Essex; a Saxon landing near Vigor.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">This last raid is set to destroy the last major store of Germanic ships, preventing
the escape of the Saxon invaders, in preparation for a crushing assault by King
Uther’s knights of Logres. At long last, the invaders will be ground into the
sea!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
men sail now up an inlet and river, lead boats scouting the riparian corridors
for signs of the foe… Though the men are keen eyed, the Saxons have now had
time to prepare: An ambush! Hidden in a tributary, concealed in rushes, a surge
of reed-covered Saxon boats rushes to engage the British fleet! Along the
embankments, barbarian archers slink from from the shrubs to loose waves of arrows
into the knights and soldiers! The Cymric army shouts too-late warnings,
sending men scrambling for arms and cover! Arrows rain into the defender’s
boats, strike the two larger knights, Sirs Vandar and Uhtred, among many other;
Vandar's armour holds, but a well-aimed arrow sinks into Uhtred's flesh! The offending
archer jeers, sending lewd gestures at his bleeding enemy, before he nocks
another shaft…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
enemy ships, adorned with the standard Saxon trinkets and banners now engage, slamming
hard into the British force. One ship, in particular, carries a distinct
banner, larger than the others: It is an array of different colours and
patterns, haphazard, chaotic… keen eyes lay clear its meaning: It is a British
Banner, or rather, a collage of torn and bloodied things, sewn together! A
detestable sight, covered in countless arms unrecognisable to most. Sir
Elvorix, however, has family who were from the Saxon Shore; he spies, among the
mosaic, the arms of a grandfather! He roars with rage, eager to avenge the
memory of his fallen family!<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;"><b>_____ Head of the Sea Snake _____</b></span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">One
of the British sailors calls out in some concern: “Chief Basa!"</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmpOZarqxrEKMch8-aBQIFoKcCE09HQojp_RUzNF-_YxeU6wXiwRwvtMlxg50u-zXXpj_rzAL9Q8HnQolZSbNqPB2FmxTrco4qV4YYp8_o_UwD8Q8UVPh9J1ZPq70e38N4Q9jrAjJ5SbEK_yFnOpNeAH6FGXaM84-X_Yaiu82MhzsvomJ8rooz1h58TBJP" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="940" data-original-width="940" height="543" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgmpOZarqxrEKMch8-aBQIFoKcCE09HQojp_RUzNF-_YxeU6wXiwRwvtMlxg50u-zXXpj_rzAL9Q8HnQolZSbNqPB2FmxTrco4qV4YYp8_o_UwD8Q8UVPh9J1ZPq70e38N4Q9jrAjJ5SbEK_yFnOpNeAH6FGXaM84-X_Yaiu82MhzsvomJ8rooz1h58TBJP=w543-h543" width="543" /></a></span></div><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><br /><br />Sir
Elvorix, senior knight on his boat, sounds the order to intercept the ship;</span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Lo! There, boatman! Attack! Vengeance! Yea, row hard, men! Mine vengeance must
be sated, sail into the fray! Have at them!”<br />
<br />
The crew twist the oars, heaving them through the bloodied river, and slam into
the side of the Saxon ship! The enemy are ready, however, and are natural
sea-men: They leap at once, flinging recklessly from their own decks and onto
those of the knights of Logres!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix has led his fellows sharply, however, and knoweth well the reckless
heart of the Saxon: His men are ready, and his counterattack violent: They
catch the Saxons disordered and flat-footed!<br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFoZsyCDi-vSF8OnW99V1DMZnCjmiH5keqVQ3JTBYTGkwbnZneKaqODBM-kzU0u4vfqeuejyYQTfQYUzJQshbHiFApWaWdTTqvg0QgVAuFKOzdttpWVfJrwOGozCAg6LAMuZ7at35n2hFrFXofn1Vu4dpGrrnQuGcLFehLlEivOxOvpC0e2m3PIAtYVH57" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="940" data-original-width="940" height="572" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFoZsyCDi-vSF8OnW99V1DMZnCjmiH5keqVQ3JTBYTGkwbnZneKaqODBM-kzU0u4vfqeuejyYQTfQYUzJQshbHiFApWaWdTTqvg0QgVAuFKOzdttpWVfJrwOGozCAg6LAMuZ7at35n2hFrFXofn1Vu4dpGrrnQuGcLFehLlEivOxOvpC0e2m3PIAtYVH57=w572-h572" width="572" /></a></span></div><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><br /><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Chief
Basa boards alongside his men, showing no fear to fight anyone in his way. He
is mad, calling strongly for Prince Madoc, in the tongue of the land he
invades:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"MADOC!!
<i>Prince</i> Madoc!?!? I come for thee, <i>Princeling</i>! I will slay thee,
and to mine banner I will add the remnants of thine! Hide not, whelp, and face
thy death bravely!"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Uhtred growls, and his rumbling roar spits back in Saxon: “FILTHY, UNKEMPT DOG!
Mind thy betters! Thy eyes will but see my Prince when I do show him thy severed
head!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Basa
whips his head around, cutting down an oarsmen with little regard: He spots his
aggressor, and strides forth to meet the challenge. He spits over the intervening
men landing a great gob of filthy saliva on Uhtred's chest. Two burly guards,
with shields and axes, flank him, with two more men besides; large unarmoured
men with greataxes, frothing and raging with their love of battle.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix, a veteran swordsman, engages the bodyguards, fighting to hold them at
bay, while his larger companions tangle the greataxemen, hoping to cut them
down quickly...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandar leaps forward with great power, burying his blade in the wild warrior's
skull; he gasps once; an axe clatters from twitching fingers; a bloody mess
flops to the deck. Hulking Uhtred, too, quickly bests his man: Silent but
enraged, the massive man’s flashing axe whips aside his foe’s weapon, and snaps
back to open a broad wound; but his foe fights on. Sir Elvorix, with careful
work, holds one attacker beyond the reach of his blade, but the tattooed
bodyguard snakes a skilled slash past his distracted defence, cutting his thigh
through the maille.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Roman grimaces: "That's it? I knew not that Saxons sent mothers to battle!"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandar steps in beside him, free of his own foe: The Roman’s jibe bites hard, but
his blade bites harder: The enraged Saxon leaps forth, and Elvorix’s ready blade
whips out; It catches the skilful Saxon through the jaw, spinning him to the
floor in a whirl of blood! The man still yet lives and, spitting blood, starts
to rise to fight on. But there striketh the lofty Aquitanian: His steel cuts deeply
through the man’s ribs; but yet he stands, drenched in his own blood, coughing.
The Saxon shakes free his shock; slamming his shield against his own head;
Bang, Twice, Thrice, to find his focus and fight for his life! Beside them,
mighty Sir Uhtred finally finishes off his unarmoured foe, cleaving through his
collar and drenching the deck in his blood!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Before
them, Chieftain Basa has already cut down two knights, his skill and power
undeniable! The Cymric lines falter before his terrible advance, as men rise
and fall to hold! Behind him, more Saxons leap across the boats to exploit his
breach! One of them, a screaming beast wielding an engraved great-axe, dives forth
to battle Sir Uhtred!<br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjddIWyJYV4bIYIPtZwvOL7MZxCYARQ8JMujZxlaAYs22rLQw50Zm8gr4ELdbGM5l22VaXQ-4OQS2GAh159YjqFGRZ5RkhYv4hJj5GlrUUD0GnF6ZkJL2sEOSovOsZpbzkMLFdTpgZl_8iP6qi_58mnAQVdw6z-J-lAiCalraQsBgCUfQK89-2T4fCTSxOG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="966" data-original-width="966" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjddIWyJYV4bIYIPtZwvOL7MZxCYARQ8JMujZxlaAYs22rLQw50Zm8gr4ELdbGM5l22VaXQ-4OQS2GAh159YjqFGRZ5RkhYv4hJj5GlrUUD0GnF6ZkJL2sEOSovOsZpbzkMLFdTpgZl_8iP6qi_58mnAQVdw6z-J-lAiCalraQsBgCUfQK89-2T4fCTSxOG=w461-h461" width="461" /></a><br /><br /></span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix takes advantage of his fallen foe, decapitating him as he stands
awkwardly from his stunning blow. Beside him, Sir Vandar grips the blade he has
buried in his foes rib, and, wedging his shield on the far side, pulls, drags
and saws the blade through the man's spine. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Uthred, alas, finds the limits of his fortune, and his destructive rampage is
hindered: A hacking blow from the enemy's great-axe fractures the maille of his
thigh, and a torrent of scarlet bursts forth: He grits his teeth to remain
consciousness from the cruel wound!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">But
still, the assault continues: Basa's bodyguards are cut down, and the terrible
Chieftain finishes off his own knightly opponent with his hefty mace. He roars
in brief celebration, and turns with malice to face Sir Vandar and Sir Elvorix.
<br />
<br />
“Uhtred!” the Roman calls; “I come! Hold, my friend!”<br />
<br />
He leaps to help his younger friend, who breathes rapidly, and bleeds heavily
from his terrible gash. The Roman’s blade slashes at the Saxon Berzerker,
drawing blood from his collar, but it is Sir Uhtred, enraged and bleeding, who buries
his own axe in the man's rib and spine, felling him!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandar steps forward, his stance wide, edging forward into melee… and then he
feints, leans, and thrusts; Basa’s long mace clatters off the ducking
Aquitanian’s shield, while the latter’s blade lances under the swing; Slash,
defend, counter, step! The men reset at safer range, but it is Basa who is
bloodied in the exchange. He spits again, while Vandar carefully manoeuvres for
advantage…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Another
armoured great-axeman leaps aboard, but wily Elvorix is swift, and the Saxon’s
chest takes his steel before he lands! The wound is modest, but the attacker
twists, wrongfooted in the movement, and tumbles awkwardly to the reddening deck.
Brave Uhtred meanwhile, though paling and sorely wounded, steps up to battle the
relentless Basa, dwarfing even great Vandar beside him! His guards bested
quickly, Basa is now outnumbered: The vile chieftain fights aggressively to even
his chances: Uhtred is the slower man, alas, hindered by his wound: The Saxon’s
mace crashes into him, smashing free his helmet, and sending his immense,
unconscious form skidding slickly to the deck! Woe!<br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5sljvqXmrVqD-yevWTbg1Uke0LXa6kfPWgwPwQMUp6JhY7Rmg17leN4qr5esUiXbdA8s47qXCl2Odw1AbLIOkFy1O0aPQHZKxGl-noMjJ9MW0gVTlkVN19oQmyLJ_pE3bqNeSQ412_xEY9bxo0UetYZ6lD2Si9wYw_A6OmLee27yaON4_6uNgqCygrw0S" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="940" data-original-width="940" height="506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5sljvqXmrVqD-yevWTbg1Uke0LXa6kfPWgwPwQMUp6JhY7Rmg17leN4qr5esUiXbdA8s47qXCl2Odw1AbLIOkFy1O0aPQHZKxGl-noMjJ9MW0gVTlkVN19oQmyLJ_pE3bqNeSQ412_xEY9bxo0UetYZ6lD2Si9wYw_A6OmLee27yaON4_6uNgqCygrw0S=w506-h506" width="506" /></a><br /><br /></span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Yet,
vengeance in his heart, Sir Vandar once more has the Chieftain's measure! As his
friend collapses beside him, he closes in behind the swinging mace and slams
his blade into the collar of Basa’s maille, knocking him to the ground and
ripping through muscle, the Chieftain grimaces, but turns to face him with
renewed focus!</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">_____ Last Blood _____<br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">The
deck is covered in dead and dying men, slick with the blood and sea; whatever
strategies were once schemed and debated are now drowned in this morass; fates
now hang in the grit and skill of the battered, striving warriors.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix stands over the wounded Great-axeman;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandar stands over Chieftain Basa.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">An
axe flashes up; a sword down; steel is shattered, wood splintered; a fallen man
tries to scramble backward, away, arm outstretched to fend off a flashing blade…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Basa,
nearby, lunges and lashes out from his knees; Sir Vandar lifts his leg over the
sweeping, lunging in behind it with his knee. The chieftain is crushed under
his weight, his mace-arm pinned between them, the weapon itself pinned to the
deck by a knightly shield. The men struggle for a few moments: One holds
control, his weight, maille, and shield, aiding him; for the other, the moment
last an eternity: He scrambles for freedom and life, snatching, heaving,
squirming... So entangled, Basa snarls, and roars in frustration, unable to stop
the Aquitanian knight from slowly burying his blade through his neck, pushing,
as the roar turns to a burble, and a splutter, wedging the steel in the deck
beneath. He levers, once to-, and once-fro; Thus, he takes the chieftain's head.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
stands, holds it aloft, and roars for his Prince:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Your
Highness! My Prince, Madoc! Behold!”<br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgb8BJxHY-2hWLWWMoAS8dAwEWOrw2iqBgs-jjGNY1Ts9zRctKhbL_yoLZ9tId836DVzzQt2aG3pzYQyeYPu4gJq0tqFAvzaqmBTmDN9SBqzNimK2HHGh4OIP2CrTTEBHYXJvGHzuro7_DH6IoM7wpNYZgUTz9iM8kaqg-IZod5G9R8TK4qnkNQLBPLo0Lk" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="940" data-original-width="940" height="518" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgb8BJxHY-2hWLWWMoAS8dAwEWOrw2iqBgs-jjGNY1Ts9zRctKhbL_yoLZ9tId836DVzzQt2aG3pzYQyeYPu4gJq0tqFAvzaqmBTmDN9SBqzNimK2HHGh4OIP2CrTTEBHYXJvGHzuro7_DH6IoM7wpNYZgUTz9iM8kaqg-IZod5G9R8TK4qnkNQLBPLo0Lk=w518-h518" width="518" /></a><br /><br /></span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Prince hacks through a Saxon sailor, and looks about; he catches his knight’s
eye, and hence the handsome Aquitanian flings the sanguine trophy across the
water to Madoc's feet.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Madoc
sheaths his blade and gathers the thing: Sir Vandar raises his sword, nods at
the Prince, and returns to subduing the now surrendering Saxons.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Prince of Logres yells his glory, leaps in three steps atop a higher deck, and
shows the head to the Saxons broadly! The heroic display precipitates a broader
surrender from the ambushing force, and the Saxons fling themselves into the
water, onto their boats, and away from the battle. The front ships of the
British have made short work of the Saxons around them, and in short order the
battle is won!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix, who famously detests the Saxon invaders, show no mercy: He butchers
the surrendering man at his feet, repeated, savage blows, delivered with little
tact but great wrath. He is pulled from the man by companions, but takes Basa's
cursed banner. Sir Vandar, letting the slaughter fall to others, checks on Sir Uhtred,
who still yet breathes, though shallow. The Roman, eventually calm, returns to
his friends, and drapes the captured banner over the three knights, who enjoy
the glory and accolades of their fellows. The Prince Madoc gives an
acknowledging nod to the men.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Many
men here note now the Banner:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Burn
it!” some call, built to rage at the sight of the insulting, abominable thing.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Still
others see it is a trophy, to be claimed as an honour to the fallen. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix gifts the banner to Sir Vandar; <br />
<br />
“Here, Vandar! I have this for thee; You did slay that man, yea, and thy new
home is in need of such gifts worthy of thy deeds!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Skilful
Elvorix! I applaud thy generosity, and praise thy skill! You have my thanks for
this; it is a fine thing. I am grateful, and be’eth thee a good man. I would
welcome thee to my hall whenever thee might wish for it!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Yea,
friend; the Prince and I will come, and yea, we will partake of thy fine Aquitanian
wine. Soon enough!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandar
nods, again, and turns to the gathered crowd.<br />
<br />
“Warriors of Logres! I hear thee! And yea, held in mine hand is this great
banner, terribly wrought by wretched hands. But Lo! Those hands are now dead,
and the head of their foul bearer held aloft by our fine Prince, who hath led
us to great victories on this campaign! Look about thee; counteth, if thee can,
the butchered Saxons. Slain by thee, ye mighty, in this great battle! Would
thee, in thy rage, burn this memory of our fallen families, those good men and
women cut down in the Saxon shore? I would not; and I beg thee harken for the
why.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“This”,
he says, holding the banner high, “telleth our story! Once broken, are we of
Logres, and put to patchwork by betrayal, barbarians, and brutality. Scattered,
to foreign shores, driven from homeland were we… but, looketh thee once more,
around thee: We are together! Cut down, do we, those who might wish to break
us, and rebuildeth, do we, our homes, with the good blood of those who might
best live here! Once broken, torn apart, we are united once more, and stronger
for it!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“And
now,” he crouches a moment, soaking up the blood of fallen Basa with the great
banner, “we are bound by the blood of our enemies! Together, we fight, for the
memory of fallen friends! For Logres! For the Prince!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Thus,
with great cheer, the men consolidate, reorganise, and set out for the final port.
There, there is little opposition; it seems the foe were counting on Chief Basa
to hold. More ships are burned, and the men of Britain sail back to
Sarum. <br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">_____ Autumn, 487 _____<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
knights return to Salisbury. A contingent of men is sent to Cornwall, to repay
the generous supplies provided by the good Duke Gorlois and Sir Brastias. Alas,
Sir Myles on patrol in the northeast, was met by a raiding party led by, of
course, Sir Blains. The latter has a new champion; it seems and, in a rage for
everything that has happened, Sir Myles charged the man, to trade lances! Alas,
he loses out, and takes a grievous wound. He recovers, well enough, but now
walks with a limp. He speaks now, of Sir Blains, with a particular venom.
Blain's raid is not stopped, of course, and many manors and farms are damaged.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elsewhere,
news reaches of Lady Eleri, daughter of the sturdy Banneret Sir Hywell, and
former lover of the Modest, Handsome and late Sir Iwan: She has passed this season.
While the circumstances of her death are left quite vague; it seems the larger
question is: What will happen to Sir Hywell's lands? The cunning Sir Elvorix
and, strangely, the crude Sir Uhtred, find more information or, rather, a lack:
Almost no-one knows anything, and rumours are empty. Those who speak of it
become elusive, and cannot be pressed. Sir Hywell, at least, is furious; he is
blaming Sir Statirius for the death.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Others
know, however, that Hywell loved Eleri more than anything; he was very pleased
to have her inherit his entire estate, and he had no desire to try to make
another heir. Some of these folk consider that he may just be lashing out with
madness and grief at her loss; for these, it is unfortunate that Statirius must
be the victim of this.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Earl
Roderick, meanwhile was taken with King Uther to visit King Cadwy. Sir Elvorix
recalls their first meeting - the King went in with great bluster, but emerged
dejected and subdued. This time, however, it seems that Uther has managed to
get the better of Cadwy. Not much is said or known about the proceedings, but
two rumours are heard: Firstly, the Earl will not be receiving the Hundreds
that Cadwy took from him, though he will keep Castle Devizes. That surrounding
land is now affirmed, by Uther, to be in King Cadwy's hands. Secondly, a knight,
Sir Aran, one of those who retrieved Uther’s sword for Merlin, was involved in
some dispute in Summerland. It is said that he defeated three of Summerland’s
knights in head-to-head duels! Aran, however, is a proud man, and perhaps prone
to boast. Nonetheless, King Uther has managed to convince Cadwy to send troops
to muster.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Word
also emerges that there was a fourth knight with Sir Edar, Sir Aran, and Sir
Garnoc, when they retrieve the sword, but he was killed. His name is not
known, nor do the three openly speak of it. Strange…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Finally,
the King, with Roderick in tow, finished their progress at Lindsey, to see
their "friend" Duke Corneus; he is, though previously on the border
of rebellion, apparently, now very content to serve King Uther… Curious…</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><br />__________<br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">King Arthur Pendragon 5.2</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">All images created with Bing image creator</span></p>Trent_Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07027231462282970568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468481237476887643.post-61135881828259147692023-04-17T07:26:00.005-07:002023-04-17T22:08:17.164-07:00The Heirs of Britain - Game Twenty Three - Part One<p> </p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 24pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Heirs of Britain</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 24pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Session
23</span></b><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">: </span></b><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 20pt;">487, The Suffering of
Sarum...</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">_____ Session 23: Sarum Starveth Still_____</span></b><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandar, the towering cousin of the maddened Sir Vandagild and household knight
of Baron Duach, is still deeply in love with one Lady Elaine. He dreams, night
and day, of his impassioned meeting with her, his heart aflutter when he
recalls how he collapsed at her feet, bleeding to oblivion, after cutting down
the Saxon Lion at Uther’s feast.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Yet
there is another who holds love for her: Sir Eliezier. The Strong.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Famed,
of course, for his prodigious strength, he is also renowned as quite
the horseman. As one of the King's Constables, Eliezier handles the stables, while
Sir Argan manages other administration.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
man likes not Sir Vandar's amorous advances, but he does not redress them
directly: Rumours start, accusations of witchcraft, cowardice, and the like;
the Constable using his prodigious influence to undermine the tall, handsome
Aquitanian. Sir Vandar gains a miserable reputation; first in whispers, then
more openly. Once he learns of these dishonourable words, and their source
being such a famous man; he acts at once, driven by his Honesty, Valour, and
Honour. Sir Vandar tracks the man down, finding him in the courtyard among his
peers. He strides into the circle of upper nobility, denounces
Eliezier’s dishonour and manner, and challenges him to a duel; the loser will
abandon their pursuit of the Lady Elaine.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Space
is cleared at once; Eliezier is no coward, though he hesitates briefly, seeing
Vandar’s passion, he nonetheless accepts the younger man’s offer: They will
fight to Yield.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Constable is older and stronger; a long, single braid hangs from his head, his
face dominated by a broad chin, knobbly and dimpled. He is a veteran of many
battles, and a wonderful swordsman.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandar is taller, younger, and more passionate; his long, sandy hair loose, a long beard concealing a sharp Aquitanian jawline. <br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgyEtrhmJDaKmZp71YAxHc3uDOWM1K3uMX42y0J_7fc4pasnl1ShBakW8ap1YM7FQMQqaCVSVcTpojAu4AYW_HOwvm8bufKMf4ck04hjvM643gec5zYaTwUGgCXDVKfkDdwuwbo9G_rNJQgWGq3rzOeKORwcWUe65-zOJnE2NohV807OK0ndQX_taGbcA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="550" data-original-width="550" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgyEtrhmJDaKmZp71YAxHc3uDOWM1K3uMX42y0J_7fc4pasnl1ShBakW8ap1YM7FQMQqaCVSVcTpojAu4AYW_HOwvm8bufKMf4ck04hjvM643gec5zYaTwUGgCXDVKfkDdwuwbo9G_rNJQgWGq3rzOeKORwcWUe65-zOJnE2NohV807OK0ndQX_taGbcA" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">The
men don their arms: Eliezier is wealthy; his maille is silvered on the
accents, and endowed with silver thread and exquisite embellishments. Vandar's
maille too, is custom, but only to fit his height and shoulders; it is a simple
work of good steel. The Aquitanian’s eyes lock on his foe and do not falter.
Eliezier looks at Vandar with some apprehension. He turns to look at Elaine,
who has now been brought to the courtyard with her handmaidens; he sees her
concerned eyes trained on Sir Vandar. The Constable scowls, his own eyes narrow,
and he turns to his opponent, a new passion burning within...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Eliezier rushes, his fiery surge unexpected: He cuts hard overhead, twice,
fast; the force of his powerful blows drives Vandar back, battering his shield;
Elizier leaps forth inside the taller man’s stumbling guard, and with practised
precision thrusts his sword into Sir Vandar’s armpit! The blow is faultless; yet
the thickness of the Aquitanian’s chest and his hardy constitution keep it from
felling him; he grunts, twisting free of the Constable’s blade, and sets again
his feet for battle.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Eliezier sees the product of his strike: Blood leaks freely down his opponent’s
flank and thigh as he breathes, rapid and energetic; the thrust hath left his
man greatly sore.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Yield,
whelp! An imp, are thee, thinking to challenge me! Never will thee have my
Lady’s hand!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandar opens his shoulders broad, flexing his back; as yet unhindered by the
blow. He huffs free the shock of the strike, and responds in kind:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“You
call me imp?!” he snarls, “I will fight like a demon!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
men engage once more; Sir Vandar, expecting Eliezier’s lurching advance to
close inside, meets him in kind: The Aquitanian steps in and aside, parrying
close with his blade, and at once ripping his shield up hard, under the man's
chin; Eliezier is stunned, stumbling back, his limbs weakened but a moment; but
a moment too long. Sir Vandar shifts his stance, whipping his blade around hard
and catching the reeling Constable’s helmet at the end of the sweeping chop.
Sir Eliezier’s decorated helmet splits from the blow, his long braid jerking as
the maille beneath splits. The constable flies several yards, a peal of blood
marking his dramatic fall. He tumbles into the dirt, unconscious and bleeding
badly. He yet breathes, albeit weakly.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgF4drV1vYJ38PzR6Ocyg1ocpAtjeRt7vmjhZk9YiRrDDOemApfGFfRmfZ78Ia4LF6fqjJoqWltdZcOnL2N1rHxGhiTMfNIXdpLwVv-t1_u1HsaQzClLKBL8oqx9Fy4UrYfffyq8ZPUVyzgZz-xTySQcQWUn7z4Cv7y5bipj30vLpfF4pEujdUQ9OM2Ug" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="807" data-original-width="807" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgF4drV1vYJ38PzR6Ocyg1ocpAtjeRt7vmjhZk9YiRrDDOemApfGFfRmfZ78Ia4LF6fqjJoqWltdZcOnL2N1rHxGhiTMfNIXdpLwVv-t1_u1HsaQzClLKBL8oqx9Fy4UrYfffyq8ZPUVyzgZz-xTySQcQWUn7z4Cv7y5bipj30vLpfF4pEujdUQ9OM2Ug" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">Sir
Vandar watches his foe a few moments, pacing energetically; Elizier does not stand.
The Aquitanian raises high his arm, roaring in passionate victory! He feels not
the deep cut in his rib as he turns to his amor, Lady Elaine. For a second time
his blood stains scarlet her dress; he embraces her passionately, easily
lifting her high, spinning in delight. The crowd erupts in cheer and vigor!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">But
yet, the moment is interrupted; a powerful voice booms over the cheers:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“What
is the meaning of this?! Who hath so struck my Constable!?”<br />
<br />
The King: Uther Pendragon.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandar gently lets Elaine to the floor, turns on his heel, and strides boldly
to kneel before Uther:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Your
Highness, my Liege; I, Sir Vandar, have struck thy Constable. I admit it,
though not without purpose, nor recourse. A fair challenge was offered and
accepted; and as his conqueror I do claim thy Constable as prisoner, for he
hath done me false with deceitful rumours and dishonest tricks.”<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
<!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
wounded knight falls silent, awaiting Uther’s response, his blood pooling
around his knee.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
King breathes once, his voice low as he responds slowly: “And what are your
demands?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Still
full of passion and love, the Aquitanian calls them proudly:<br />
<br />
“I ask thee, your Highness, for only this: The Lady Elaine’s hand in marriage,
and a manor to own and defend. For I will need means appropriate to a lady of
her beauty, grace, and elegance, to keep her safe and hale.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
crowd murmurs: The knight is bold! Is this legal? Who speaketh so daringly to
the King?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">King
Uther’s eyes narrow. He looks at Vandar, bleeding at his feet; at Eliezier bleeding
in the dust; at the crowd gathered anxiously around him.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Very
well!” he begins, “A Manor; and a herd of war-horses to sustain you and your
bride-to-be: Lady Elaine!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
crowd erupts into cheer! Elation and joy and hearty rejoicing! Sir Vandar
lowers his head further, thanking the King, but it is unheard over the raucous gathering.
Elaine runs forth to embrace Vandar, followed by the press of the masses; squires
slink forth to remove Eliezier, lest he be trampled beneath the throng.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
King turns, returning to his duties.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandar embraces Elaine, the two showering one another with kisses.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Hand
in hand, eventually free of the congratulatory crowd, the knight approaches his
Lord, Baron Duach.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">With
modesty he explains what has happened, begging the Baron’s understanding. Duach
is a modest, forgiving man, and he is happy to hear of his vassal’s success and
new status. While he is pleased that Vandar has secured his own lands, and the
means to support his family, he affirms this: <br />
<br />
“This does not relinquish you of your oath; and your obligations have not
lessened.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandar now owes service both to the King and Baron Duach. He nods, happy enough
with the arrangement.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ The Scandal of the Saxon Spy
__________<br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">Sirs
Elvorix and Uhtred, having been on patrol, return to Sarum; the city is still
overwhelmed by the men and women of Logres. Soon realising their friend, Sir
Vandagild, is missing, they worriedly start their investigation...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Soon
enough they hear rumours and intrigue associating a man of Vandagild's
description with some incident by the stables... He was complaining about the
horse food, it seems, and fell into a state. He struck another knight, made off
with his horse and, trampling through the camp, fled the city. Not west, to the
woods, but east, to some destination known only to himself.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Knowing
well Vandagild's dedication, elusiveness, and horsemanship, Sir Elvorix thinks
not to pursue him; he knows of the madness that does capture knights of a time;
he will be sought once passions have cooled. He is alive, at least, and will
likely stay that way: He can look after himself. His troubled friend will need
to figure himself out alone.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Uhtred is frustrated: All of their work, his late mentor Sir Iwan's work, to
free the man from the Forest of Gloom, undone in a moment of twisted passion. Fleeing
his duties to his Lord, his loyalties to his friends… He sighs grumpily.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandar echoes Elvorix's thoughts - he will need time to recover, and he trusts
that he will keep himself alive until then. His cousin is passionate; such
actions are not unexpected from one so driven by his heard. Moreover, he will
be a hard man to find, should he wish not to be. He will let that burning heart
simmer to embers, and hence find him when God wills it.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">In
the great hall of Sarum, Uther still sits. As the controversial re-swearings
continue, and the feasts with them, the Roman, Sir Elvorix, notices that the
quality of the food diminishes, and the volume, with each passing day... This
is highly unusual; to keep court this long? To ask for so many oaths resworn?
He wonders if the King is afflicted by some sorcery or Madness. Knowing of
Ulfius' whispering in his ear, Sir Elvorix and Lady Diane investigate the
entourage of the Duke of Lindsey. Has he another member in his own court; one
with darker designs? They discover a woman, a servant to Ulfius' wife, new to her
side. Moreover, it takes not long to learn that she is known for her political
intrigues and commentaries. Pushing further, the cunning pair learn some of her
idiosyncrasies - she openly mocks people for constantly blaming Saxons for
everything; O Saxons killed your cow? What's next, the pain in your knee in the
winter, that's Saxons too?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">To
Sir Elvorix, this seems the work of a Saxon sympathiser... </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Leveraging
this, the deceitful Roman and his cunning wife plot to spread rumours among the
feasts, implanting mistrust in this woman, one of Ulfius’ entourage, and thus perhaps
break Ulfius' influence over the King.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
leaves Vandar and Uhtred out of it; the though latter is also deceitful, he
thinks them both too Good for this work...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Predictably,
a feast is soon held; another disgraceful re-oathening - some of these people
aren't even knights!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix plies his shadowy trade, angling the story so it lands best with each
new audience – “I heard from Sir such-and-such that Ulfius' servants have softness
for the invaders”. He also tells that the King listens carefully to these
words, and makes comparisons with the Betrayer Vortigern! Elsewhere, Lady Diane
does the same among the women, pressuring the knight's wives, who each may lose,
or have lost, their beloved husbands and sons in the fight against the
Saxons...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix,
inspired by his Hatred of the Saxons and their vile influence, perfectly
targets his arguments; speaking of Vortigern only to those who are already
building with resentment, and using softer words among those sympathetic to the
King. He skirts the line of blatant treason like a circus performer, and the
timing of this intrigue brings new vibrancy to another long, dulling feast. At
the end of the night, it is clear to the scheming pair that their efforts have
landed cleanly: The presence of Saxon sympathisers in the King's Court becomes
a solid point of gossip. They raise their glasses, nod in silent
congratulation and pride, and let the conflagration rise…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">As
the companions hear of this, Sir Uhtred has such an overriding Hatred of Saxons
that he cannot ignore the rumours - he happily engages with them, and indeed
spreads them a little farther. Sir Vandar cares not for such things - though he
hates Saxons and likes Uther, this reeks of the dishonest chicanery of
courtlihood. He is far too busy being embroiled in a fiery new love to pay heed
to such venomous talk.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ Fanning the Flames __________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">People
wonder, mostly in whispers, why the King hasn’t responded to these rumours. And
these rumours do spread far: tendrils of paranoia seep through the shadows, to take
root in minds of the courtiers of Logres. Rhus, as these shadowy things, like
toadstools, creep carefully forth from the dark, and then burst with their
scandalous spores, so too does the outrage come to a head:<br />
<br />
A few days later, beyond the walls of Sarum and in the sprawling camp, raised
voices draw many ears: Shouts about Saxon spies; Saxon interlopers; treason!
Two knights, neither well known, confront one another openly, each full of
rage, and both of their camps soon start to trade blows! Shouts, gathering crowds,
wrestling, stumbling men of all kinds; yea, a great mess is wrought in the yard
of The Rock! Screams; fighting; yelling; these things swell and consume. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Soon:
Guards! A great number of the armed men of Sarum bring spears to the fray and hence
settle and disperse the swirling morass of dangerous, passionate men...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">When
the wrath is heard of by the King, a trial is declared: The truth of the
matter, whether the accused is a Saxon spy, will be determined! </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix inquires more about the accused: Sir Trillo, he learns, from the Duchy
of The Marsh. Plying this, the Roman once more rolls the die of his dangerous
game, hoping to further influence the flow of devious words. He leaks, to
Trillo and others, that the spy is a servant not a noble. He wishes not to see
a man unjustly hanged. Of course, this Trillo might well be a Saxon spy
independently, and thus by fortune caught up in this sly mess. Thus, with this
small effort to lighten his conscience, Elvorix opts to let things play out as
they will.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ The Sword of Victory
__________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
trial occurs on the morrow; the King is eager to see the matter put to the
grave. Uther himself once more sits in Roderick's throne, casually leaning on a
knee; his gleaming sword rests loosely in hand, point down. He spins it
casually, flickering strange light across the room.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
accused is presented: Sir Trillo of The Marsh.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
accuser states his claim: He heard Trillo discussing plans of the Army of
Logres, their strength, disposition, and intentions. He overhead him whispering
that he had soon to attend a secret meeting to speak with someone. He offers
little more of substance, but much of passion.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Marsh, being north of Salisbury, is not near Saxon lands; many wonder, most in
silence, why a Saxon Spy would operate there…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Trillo is given his moment. He offers a simple defence in calm tones: He is a
loyal knight, with no reason nor means of betraying the King, or the Kingdom.
He swore oaths that he intends to uphold; has always upheld! Alas, it is clear
he convinces few; the crowd is quiet, unmoved by his words. Sweat beads, and he
slowly becomes unsettled, and speaks increasingly franticly.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">In
such a moment, he blurts out in desperation: Oh, by God, listen: We all know, each
of us, it's <i>not. Me</i>. Nay, nor anyone from the Marsh; nay, nor a Knight! Speak
aloud, any of thee who sit here, who hath not heard the rumours: We <i>know</i>
who keeps this spy: Ulfius! They come from his court, we all heard it! And the
King allows it! Hold not thy tongues, cowards! He continues frantically, his
strong voice, defaming the King and his man openly, somehow overwhelms the
jeers and boos of the crowd.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Finally,
King Uther himself calls out: “Silence!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A
moment passes; no words.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uther
begins to speak, but Trillo blurts out once more:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Nay!
I will not go down like some whimpering dog! I demand that thee fight me! I
will demand a trial by combat! Thee, and I, King Uther! I declare it!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
King stands without a word, twirling his sword high now, and proudly, almost
joyously, declares: “I accept!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uther
calls for his squires and arms, and the same for Sir Trillo.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">No-one
offers Trillo a corner, nor comfort - he is a man alone. He is armed and
armoured, and a space is cleared.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
two men, King Uther Pendragon of Logres, Sir Trillo of the Marsh, ready
themselves for battle. The one, calm, cocky; flourishing an ancient blade of
fey magic and clad in the finest armour the land has ever seen. The other anxious,
desperate, pacing with nervous energy; clad in simple maille.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uther
smiles, levels his blade at Trillo, and strides forward.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">With
each step, The Sword of Victory glows ever brighter with some ancient fae glory;
the radiance causes Trillo to shield his eyes, and in that moment, the King
leaps to engage.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uther
gains quick advantage, slamming the Sword of Victory into Trillo's shield which
hangs too loose; the awful sword drives down, slicing clean through the maille
at the defendant’s shoulder. A small splash of blood flies free; but the bblow
is heavy, and Trillo wrong-footed: he stumbles and falls, still covering his
eyes from the magical gleam. A round of great cheers through the hall!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uther
raises his arms, taking in the crowd’s glory, striding proudly around his
fallen vassal:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“I
will not let thee die on the ground; though ye deserveth it greatly. Stand, <i>Sir</i>
Trillo! Stand, and tell me: Are thee innocent, or nay!?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
enraged man screams an unintelligible curse at the King and, scrambling to his
feet, rushes forth to battle, his shield raised to shade his eyes. Uther defends
easily, his blade moving with a strange grace; he counters with another solid
blow, cutting low through Trillo’s thigh to spill more blood; Trillo cries out,
and slips under his collapsing strength.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Hah!
Perhaps I ought inspect the troops of the Marsh; be this all they have to
offer? Up! Up!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Trillo
spits, stands, and engages; lunging hard into Uther's deft parry and a solid
boot: Uther’s powerful kick sends him sprawling for a third time. The King is smiling,
playing with his foe, clearly withholding the chance to plunge deep his blade. Trillo
skids to the ground, winded and wheezing.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“AGAIN!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir Trillo,
crying now, stands, bent and swaying, losing blood and struggling to breathe.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">He lunges weakly once more; Uther flourishes a deft, nonchalant parry, and with sharp footwork slips beside and behind the ailing man: He grips hard the man's arm hard, twisting it sharply behind his back with an awful, cracking snap, and then shoves the broken man, helpless, paralysed, at his feet. Uther shakes his head, chuckling softly. He casually steps forward and, holding high the enchanted sword, spins it, to slam the point down through his defeated knight's neck. The blade drives through the stone beneath with a tremendous, awful clap; like that crack of too-close lightning.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">The bloodied weapon cleanly splits Trillo’s spine; Uther pulls it once this way, and once fro, slicing and twisting free the man’s gargling head. It is a brutal display. Uther stands and steps away, throwing back his head, flicking a fringe free of his face; he holds a moment, considering his work, and then turns to the crowd; he thrusts the Sword of Victory skyward; the gleam now tainted with red; washing over the room in a strange, sanguine light. His court is already aroar with cheer and bloodlust, and his glorious display brings forth a new surge of merriment: A thunderous roar as the crowd goes wild!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A
Saxon spy, killed by the King’s own hand! Hurrah and cheer!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sirs
Elvorix, Uhtred, and Vandar celebrate too; a Saxon spy is killed!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">And
with this Uther gains some face, especially so displaying his glorious blade.<br /><br /><br /></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">Alas:
The people are not convinced that he was the only spy; though the King hath
innoculated himself of guilt, the rumours persist. For many, this is only proof
that there </span><i style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">are</i><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;"> Saxons in their midst.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
King remains for a month; Sarum suffers. But he eventually departs, and his army of courtiers and sycophants with him. He leaves Sarum with Roderick in towe: He is off to see the ‘friends’ mentioned in the early days
of this siege, this affront of loyalty: King Cadwy, and Duke Corneus.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">King Arthur Pendragon 5.2</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">Images generator by Bing Image Creator, which I think uses Dall-E, I don't know.</span></p>Trent_Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07027231462282970568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468481237476887643.post-50156056228230329042023-03-19T03:38:00.010-07:002023-03-19T07:08:53.191-07:00The Heirs of Britain - Game Twenty Two<p> </p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><a name="_Hlk130142513"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 24pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Heirs of Britain</span></b></a><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk130142513;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk130142513;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 24pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Session 22</span></b></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk130142513;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">: </span></b></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk130142513;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 20pt;">487, If Passion Drives thee, Let Reason Hold
the Reins...</span></b></span><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk130142513;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 13.5pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="mso-bookmark: _Hlk130142513;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">_____ Session 22: Sir Vandagild; a campfire;
outside the walls of Sarum Rock _____</span></b></span><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Twigs
and acorns crackle and pop in the morning fire; a dense, black mess of charcoal
and wood, glowing angrily in self consumption. I toss in another: A casual
flick. The seed flies for a moment; it bounces from some charcoal’d log,
tumbling unpredictably, stick to log to ground, rolling away in the dirt. It
comes to rest beyond the fire; I sigh. The smoke does turn hence; it hath heard
my lament and now cometh for me. I close my eyes, hiding from the acrid cloud, turning
my new grimace groundward. I wince away the pain. No tears flow; a small
victory.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">I
recall my incredulous conversation from the evening before: I apologised to the
young Sir Porkins, for Devizes; I had not wished to reveal his secret to the
Marshall. He has new companions now, it seems: Sir Edar, Sir Garon, and Sir
Arnoc; the Knights of the Sword; pawns of the demon-kin Merlin. He did not
accept; his chin high, stance wide, a boy full of pride. I was stunned a
moment, huffed a stifled laugh, and left. I need not his forgiveness; he will
likely die a fool.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Days
have passed, and weeks, since the first feast of easter. Though the regular
trappings of easter feast are present, surrounded, are they, by a tension of
malicious hospitality and dwindling splendour. The Earl tells not his plans for
the year; even were he to wish so, he has not the time. Beside: The savvy men
of Salisbury know well Roderick’s plans: Survive. A glance at the commoners
shows me gaunt faces and weary eyes; their suffering is unseen by the paranoid
king.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">In
the choking darkness, I wonder for the Prince, and the troubled Lady Rhianneth.
What scheme playeth she? The outcome of her machinations was predictable; she
wore her ploy plain for the court to see. Her fate rests now with a vengeful
husband, wronged in plain sight. I sigh again; smoke pinches at my throat; I
growl it away. The Prince was disgusted, angry. Know well, do I, his disdain for
court and its tricks; I feel a new echo in my own heart. There is no honour in
the intrigue of Uther’s court; a snarl builds at the dangerous thought; I swallow
it.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Idly
I touch my scarred face; it heals no more. Some men speak that knight’s pay the
cost of their glory in blood. Here, now, sit I in Sarum, crushed and starved by
the weight of Uther’s court, strangled by his paranoia; the darkness of court
feels the costlier. I shake away these thoughts too. I brave the smoke,
turning my head aside: Behold: my tumbled acorn, off in the grass. It does not
pop. It does not burn. The smoke turns again, blowing away, up the sturdy walls
of Sarum Rock, up and away, free of court.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">I
stand, stretching away the evening’s weight; my neck cracks. Atticus, my
squire, has saddled once more my courser: The forest’s bounty dwindles, and
those hunters permitted must care to scourge the place of game entirely. I
fetch my bow; as I string it, another procession of finely clad knights passes
the camp into Sarum. I growl without thinking, wrenching the limb back harshly,
deftly looping the nock. I flex it; twice; feeling the heavy, dangerous tension
in the limbs. I nod; good. Every two days, or three, the King holds audience
once more, demanding his vassals re-swear the oaths. He stands proud before
them, the sword of Victory held bare. Different knights each time; there are
many vassals. It is an affront, but one that must be borne. Apparently.</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>__________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Another
week passes; knights and nobles have begun trickling free of the increasingly
wretched place; the aroma brings nauseating memories of Londinium. I have seen
nought of Rhianneth; I have held some mercy for her, should I learn that she
has been done poorly; but yet my heart do hath little warmth left for the petty
affairs of noble strangers. One thing I have heard though: King Uther, in such
wisdom as he wields, grants not permission for his knights to leave. Indeed his
strongest barons, his Dukes and Bannerets, all still dwell in Sarum. I have
learned a thing: This is specifically at the request of the King. Sir Blains
must salivate, on his knees in Ulfius’ chambers: Salisbury will be bled dry,
and there will be nothing left for sieges. The buzzard will descend, and claims
these bones as his own. I must act.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Battling
patiently the bureaucracy of court, soon standeth I before the Constable of
Salisbury: Sir Godifer. He is a mess; exhausted, overwhelmed. He is shouting
orders, deep in the halls of Sarum, sputtering contradictory and urgent demands
of the gaggle around him.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“My
Lord; how best might I assist thee? Wish thee for me to leave, for fewer mouths
to feed; and take my modest stable with me? Shall I ride forth to seek food
farther abroad? I can help thee with steeds?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Vandagild!”
he replies, looking much like a coney among foxes, “we bleed dry, man. A week
more and yon larders will be stocked of nought.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">I
nod; I know this.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">I
offer him a choice: Shall I help thee with horse, or take mine own plans to ease
the burden?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Godifer, proud and eager to maintain his primary responsibility, sputters some
dismissal and acknowledgement.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">I
nod, turn on my heel, and set out to scheme. My jaw is tight; I hear the grind
of mine own teeth as I strid. I relish not the prospect of acting so furtive,
alas. But Uther is not a forgiving King, and his word is Law; subterfuge by
necessity.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>__________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Without
thinking, I march to the throne room: The stairs to one side hold one Prince
Madoc, who rests easily with some wine, talking quietly with Sir Jarren. I sigh
some relief and approach.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“My
Prince, your Grace,” I bow, “</span><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">and good Sir Jarren; </span><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">do I find thee well?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Vandagild!
Apart from my attempted murder at the hands of Sir Cuckhold, ye do find me dreadfully
bored.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
pushes a cup into my hand, and invites me to sit; I take it and do.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Aye,
I believe it. It has been a time. If I may be so bold; I may have for thee some
respite: Shall we hunt? For the boredom? I have been coursing whence; the deer
still run.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">I
sip; the wine is good.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Rather,
would I, do anything but still one breath longer in this hall.” He begins,
sighing, drinking; “But my King tells me I must stay here. And not yet, am I,
in the habit of disobeying my father.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“You
will be in Salisbury, Prince Madoc; it would not be disobeyance at all!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Hah,”
he begins, drinking thoughtfully, “I wonder: What know ye of the orders of my
father, Sir Vandagild? Jarren, have ye been blabbing? Or have thee spies, good
hunter? Are thee so keen to have me leave Sarum?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">I
sense an edge; something is amiss here.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“My
Prince: I want to hunt. ‘Tis a failure, and true, of Hospitality to leave thee
unentertained. I enjoy conversing with thee, and hunting; and some
conversations are better in the forest than in the castle, with such folk as
dwell here.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Truly?
If interested in my boredom, are thee, then put on a show for me. Find a lute;
play me a song.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">I
keep my face still; Madoc knows well I am no luthier.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Perhaps
some poetry? I did hear some fine words from a fine Lady Gwen at the first
feast; I recall them well!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“This
is about <i>my</i> entertainment, Sir Vandagild, not thine!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">I
shrug; I feel some game is already lost, and I like it not. I return with a
lute, and play poorly. I try to spin the fumble as parody, and hope he findeth
well the comedy in it: He does not.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">I
sigh, lean the fine instrument on the wall, and finish my drink.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“And
that, my Prince, is why I suggested not humming but hunting.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Madoc
swills his own wine. With a wide eyed look at Jarren, and back to me.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Yea;
I see clear that is not thy forte; I am sure. Twas something, Sir Vandagild, though
not quite entertaining.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
stretches his neck a little as I simmer.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Now
that that's out of the way,” he continues, “why do ye not say true thy purpose?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">I
sigh, lower my head a touch, drink; and find the goblet dry. I nod once, and
hold the Prince’s gaze. My voice is low.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Madoc,
the King mistrusts. The Earl is a good man. Here we suffer, by the malicious word
of black-hearted courtiers; they do feed paranoia and have only selfish designs
at heart. I seek an end, but God hath not granted me the heart for intrigue.
Clearly.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Madoc
listens carefully; he is inscrutable: “I think I've had enough, don't you Sir
Jarren? I hate politics.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
starts to stand.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">I
know not his full meaning; but I hold my ground: “Yea, my Prince. I hate it too.
All of it. I wish to hunt and fight battles and raise my children. The Saxons
loom, ready to ravage and rape and destroy, and I wish us, all of us, to be
ready. I wish not to rot, and languish, while witches trickle lies into our
King’s ear; while wolves bay at our door.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Prince halts his rise a moment, and sits.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“I'm
sorry. I cannot help thee. Frankly, it's not something I care about.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">I
nod slowly, and sigh again.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“You
know Jarren,” he continues, turning to the swordsman, “I recall that time,
somewhere in… Kent? You remember this, Jarren. You remember that Saxon chief?
He had just started importing horses; he and his lot were holed up in their
castle. We couldn't get them out. You remember, Jarren?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Jarren,
a curious, uncertain look on his face, nods along, unsure of why.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“It
must be the food here, reminding me of our camp there. I think not of why it
reminds. Not sure why I mention this now; perhaps the food reminds me of then.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
finishes his drink, allowing the strange moment to linger.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“We
burned their stables.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
nods, deep in recollection.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“They
came running out then! So many of them were… I digress. That's neither here nor
there! No reason, anyway. Horses are expensive, are they not, Sir Jarren? If
there was any risk that they were unwell... I digress! Knoweth thee what? I
think I would like another.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
takes the pitcher, pours a drink, and waves me away.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>__________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">I
march to the stable. There are some who regard me among the finest horsemen in
the county, and many trust my opinion in equestrian matters. I have some
familiarity with their feed and fodder, their parasites and pathogens. I
resolve, without serious consideration, not to harm any beast, of course; but
surely one could present the risk of some contagion or malady? Perhaps such a
thing would drive men from the county in droves? And no real harm.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">I
seek the foodstocks, and set out to gather the offest feed I can spy.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">I
round a corner, and I see, looming high, the colours of Sarum; the colours of
Earl Roderick. I halt, turning to the great hall. Therein: Roderick, and King
Uther. I sigh deeply, set my face in one hand, and lean heavily on a
nearby fence. For what strange manner does this fall to humble Vandagild? These
are Roderick’s lands; and here I risk some accusation of subterfuge and treason
for he? And where does Earl Roderick sit now; we warned him of the threat;
weeks of notice! No plan, hath he; no strategy. Grain from Cornwall? Insipid!
Are we to sit, and starve? Wait in humble misery, begging for the blade of
Blains or Ulfius to come deliver the mercy blow? Such wretched webs of loyalty,
oaths, intrigue, and paranoia. Have not the leaders of Logres the valour, the
honour, to stand behind their misgivings? Or must these knights dwell in foetid
swamps of deception, protected by the exploited, abused promises of decades
past?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">I
groan, audibly; in melancholy, in frustration, in disappointment. I sink to the
floor, heavily, displacing the mud with my own messy collapse. There I wait,
head low, breathing rapid and shallow, a tangle of despair and indignation.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">None
disturb me; I know not how long I sit.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhOruR1v5NFSKDqC4peq_Cwcao03yhfOSuQPBsY2dvyTa-EnooI_DT8_W_FTW2C-IBJydZqI84EEydZsZUNykOnxY46M0cEMtqqvbGRsufEV9RWxde3PkrgzvvJA-iGowoefYXaUZYjvXVCiHrCMRZv_qb8VqkRJ8RR2-mzuFK2wAiVM6_9rnblrSPpaQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="399" data-original-width="611" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhOruR1v5NFSKDqC4peq_Cwcao03yhfOSuQPBsY2dvyTa-EnooI_DT8_W_FTW2C-IBJydZqI84EEydZsZUNykOnxY46M0cEMtqqvbGRsufEV9RWxde3PkrgzvvJA-iGowoefYXaUZYjvXVCiHrCMRZv_qb8VqkRJ8RR2-mzuFK2wAiVM6_9rnblrSPpaQ" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;"><br />Rain
begins to splatter my head, flicking mud up to coat my humble attire. I sigh
once more and, driven mostly by the cold, stand. I will not sit idly here,
awaiting a death, real or allegoric, by bureaucratic poison and prowling foxes.
My plan is good; I proceed.</span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Alas;
my heart is broken; broken by the failure of a system I once loved; broken by
the failure of men I admired and respected; men I fought, bled and killed for.
The despair is apparently evident: Though I try to find some ripe target for my
rumour of rancid, infectious fodder, the looks I get from all folk are
troubling. I sigh again, shaking my head. I know not where now I stand; perhaps
near the stable still? Approaching some unknown camp of nobility? It matters
not; I see now the futility of my task, but my resolution to complete it
remains. Our lords have failed us, as I will fail us; but at least I will have
tried.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">I
grab the collar of a man nearby; I know not who:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Man,
listen. Stop thy struggling, I am a knight; If that means anything... Stop it. Harken,
thee, and harken true.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">I
can hear the tension in my own voice; my heart is broken, and I thank the rain
for hiding the tears which soon burst forth.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">I
press a fistful spoiled grain into the man’s chest, heavily: </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“The fodder, man.
It’s rancid. Like the Kingdom, like this farce of a feast, like the spectre of
intrigue that dwelleth joyously in this land. The horses will di- stop it. Stay
still; listen, wretch; my news is urgent. Rancid; like Blains. Like those of us
who remain, who have not starved once the King deigns for men to leave, when that
dog lunges with his pack of so-called-knights, the horses will die. Or the
Saxons. Whomsoever wishes to feast on the gaunt remains of this once fine land.
The horse food is rotten; Logres is rotten; everything is lost, the chargers,
the nobility, the oaths of good men. If the lords do not leave, this is.. wait!
Come bac… I will… I am... A… Ugh… yes. Fine. Go! Tell the nobles! Tell them.
Rancid….”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">I
stumble to the side of… something. I lean into it, of sorts, though the
impact hurts; once more I seek the sweet embrace of mud. I sit; the rain falls;
and my scheme is complete. The rumour will spread, the nobles will fear for
their horses, and they will leave. Probably.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">I
laugh; a strange sounding thing; the sarcasm is thick.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A
man stops; kneels beside me, he who weeps and laughs in the snow and mud.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Hey,
Man! Get…. Sir? A knight, are thee? A wretched one. Up! You’re in the path. Get
thy senses, fool, and show thy status some respect. Up! I will not have thee
muck-”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">I
feel my face twist sharply, and oddly. Madoc’s words punch through the strange
malaise: <i>I hate Politics</i>. They echo, echo, echo; hate, hate hate. What
is this? Here sit I; full of hate, by mine own choice, for is this meddling not
intrigue, not politics? Where are the knights of my childhood, of Good King Launcelot
of Aquitaine? My father… his friends, his companions… good men, honourable and
kind and just. And I sneak through rain and mud, clutching fistfuls of rot to
ply dishonest schemes? For what? This system, ridiculous, of feudal bonds and
noble oaths? Stupid, foolish oaths, to men who will abuse them, and betray
their hounourable soule? For a King to starve his own Kingdom, knights, nobles,
folk strong and fair, to appease his own petty concerns, so easily twisted by
scheming rats to betray his own kin and kingdom? No time for talk, man to man?
But to bring thousands into poverty, ripe to be plucked and feasted upon by
prowling wolves and snickering foxes? To make despair and pain, to beg oaths
that need not be begged? For what; his own capricious insecurities? Purposeless!
I like these games not; and I play them no more! I wish for the forest, where a
good man might ply his own work for nourishment and favour; and to the forest I
will go!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">I
burst to my feet, spying a saddled courser; I start to move toward it; the
brash man before me grasps at my arm: I had forgotten him. I strike like a lion;
my fist lances through his jaw; he slaps into the mud, twisted and unmoving. In
two leaping strides I am beside his horse, and in a third atop it. Spur it; go;
ride; free of this evil place, and these evil designs; there is a yelp beneath
me; something is caught under a hoof; spur again; the horse is fleet, and I
love her; go, Vandagild, man of goodness, man of the forest; go! Ride; ride! Rid
thee of this charade; rid thee of this knightly devilry! The rain slaps my
face; it is cold, and brings a sharp joy to my heart. At some point, I have borne
myself free of the shouting men, the squalid stench, the ugly walls, and my
horse, I love her, she does drink greedily of some stream; the trickling rain
is more beautiful than any chamber strings, the weeping willows more graceful
than a dance. And I, a hunter once more, more deadly than any knight. Here, I
may find the truth of goodness, untricked by the insidious designs of so call
noble men…<br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>__________<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p> <br />King Arthur Pendragon 5.2</o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Trent_Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07027231462282970568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468481237476887643.post-35286297301265929682023-03-06T03:03:00.004-08:002023-03-06T03:03:49.040-08:00The Heirs of Britain - Game Twenty One<p> </p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Heirs of Britain</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Session
21</span></b><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 20.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">: </span></b><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 20.0pt;">487, The Weight of the
Realm</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 13.5pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">_____
Session 21: In the Manors of Salisbury _____<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
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<!--[endif]--></span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Lady
Diane has birthed with little trouble; the baby grows well enough, and the
cunning woman is at once back to her scheming on Sir Elvorix’s behalf. Knoweth
she well that King Uther travels his lands, and once more she joins his
entourage.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Roman, home at Shrewton, receives from her a letter in February, as the talons
of winter still hold their grip on his lands. She writes of small things and
the King’s progress; she writes that Uther intends to attend Sarum for Easter
this year. Elvorix, astute to signs of intrigue, takes no small note of the
uncertain spelling of some phrases. Knowing well his wife, at once he knows
what is afoot: She would not write this sloppily by accident. In the mistakes, with
his shrewd eye, he discovers a coded message:<br /><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Ghosts
of false loyalties haunt the crown. <o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Oaths
will be resworn as Christ is reborn. <o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Vale guides the royal gaze to the bond of Plain and Peninsula. <o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Rock will be tested under the weight of the realm.<br /><br /></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
dwells on this a time, a drink his only company… At last he downs the last of
his cup, bids his steed saddled, and rides hence for Winterbourne Manor. There,
the shrewd Roman finds Sir Vandagild clattering wooden swords with his
children. The Aquitanian offers him warm hospitality; together they think, and
find these answers to Diane’s riddle:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uther
holds suspicion, for he has been betrayed in the past? A challenge of loyalty
cometh; and Duke Ulfius turns the King’s mistrust to Earl Roderick? They ride at
once for Sarum; this news may be urgent, and Salisbury will need to prepare.
The knowledge of King Uther's visit is not yet public; it does not become so
until less than a month before the King's visit. Vandagild wonders if this late
notice is part of the greater scheme. Elvorix’s timing is well, for the scarred
hunter also seeketh audience with the Earl; they must strategise to discuss the
cursed Sir Blains.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Warning the Earl __________<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
two knights are greeted first by Lady Ellen; they have not spoken with her in
many years, since first they visited her father’s lands. Her courtesy is quiet,
but graceful and well-becoming. Her shyness is clear, but she is neither
nervous not uncomfortable: The Earl will see the men that afternoon. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">In
his chambers Roderick speaks with Sir Godifer; the latter smiles at the two friends,
but the Earl speaks first, speaking warmly:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Good
Sir Knights! Be’eth it good to see thee; but an odd occasion, no? Is something
the matter?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix returns the greeting, but steps forth with quieter words: “My Lord, haveth
I news of secretive things; I wish to deliver it alone if possible.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">An
eyebrow perks, and the bearer inquires; does Godifer object to missing such
secrets as these fine men bring?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Ahh.
Nay my Lord, tis fine, really…” says the man awkwardly, leaving with no fuss.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix pierces the corners of the room with his suspicious eye: There a
servant fixes the fire. The Roman clears his throat; the servant takes a moment
to notice and, embarrassed, drops his firewood, apologies, and shuffles out of
the room.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
knight steps closer, whispering in the Earl's ear: He conveys the warning of
King Uther's visit, inspired by ill-spirited counsellors, and a potential
challenge of loyalty to come.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“I
thought it wise to warn thee ahead of time.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Ill-spirited
Counsellors? Who?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Ulfius,
my Lord.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“That son of
a bitch!” spits the Earl, his face twisting darkly.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“C<span style="color: black;">ertainly did thee right by telling me…” he utters, rubbing
the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Perhaps
Gorlois hath gone too far. That dog Ulfius sends now the King to breathe down
my neck… And he will ask for my fealty? Again!? Hath he no right! No right at
all; to ask, nor doubt my loyalty!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Roderick
fumes; but beneath the fire there is worry.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix repeats the riddle for the Earl; he wishes not to mislead his Lord,
perhaps he misunderstood the message? The Earl mutters through it once, twice, thinking;
soon he sits in silence. Sir Vandagild brings the men wine, setting goblets
down before each. The Earl nods in thanks, sipping thoughtfully.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“No.”
the Earl begins, “No; clever is thy wife; and you see it true. I see more of her
meaning: Uther means to bleed me dry. I am to host him. And sure, am I, that he
will never leave. Salisbury will starve and break under the weight of the
Kingdom.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
sighs, heavily.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“And
that slinking jackal, Sir Blains, will pounce upon the bones.” Sir Vandagild
adds, scowling and disgusted.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Roderick
nods again, swearing.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“If
he means to test me, I have no doubt he will test, too, Duke Gorlois.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Will
he come to Easter?” from the Roman.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Not
to my knowledge.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Well,
Uther must leave then some day; for he will be eager to test Cornwall, my
Lord.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Earl thinks again: “I worry; is this meant just for me? I will be tested, yea,
but there are other Lords who… well. I hear Corneus has been something of a shit.
To the King, at least. And heard too, have I, of Barons east of Glevum who are
miscreant...”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“The
King intends to make of thee an example, My Lord?” Vandagild wonders.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“No
doubt. So yet: How do we move; what path forth must we take?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">In
the ensuing silence, Elvorix quietly praises his wife's cipher and wit; Sir
Vandagild finishes his drink, finding little solace in the warm flavour.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Roderick
stands, and thanks both men.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Much
to prepare, hath I. We will hunt from the countryside, even now in this bitter
cold, and by grace of God shore up our foodstocks. I will see what else we can
bring together…”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix offers to assist with his wine cellar, but the Earl has other plans:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Nay,
Elvorix. I would trust thee with this, instead: Take a message to Gorlois, or
Brastias. He might help. Time is tight, but we might manage. Go swiftly.” He
says, writing swiftly on small parchment, pressing his ring to the wax seal.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">As
he does, Sir Elvorix asks for a third knight to come: Sir Uhtred.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Earl acknowledges their history: “Fine. I will take it from thee both; If believe
thee he can be trusted that's good enough for me.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“We
will tell him little, my Lord; Indeed, Sir Vandagild only knoweth for he helped
me decipher the thing. But his strong arm may be welcome if the plot runs
deeper and darker than we know.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Earl nods, acknowledgment and thanks. Frustrated with this new pressure, he mutters
profanity, moves to his desk, and dismisses the men with a wave.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sent once
more to fulfil their Lords bidding, and coming to his aid unbidden, both men
are now famed among the folk of Logres for their Loyalty to the Earl of
Salisbury.</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Dark Tidings __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
three knights ride west to Cornwall; finding fair welcome and safe escort to
the far side of that land, to Tintagel. Once more, the imposing castle atop the
cliff, overlooking the sea, impresses the knights. There is less snow and more
melt.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">They
are greeted at the gatehouse, asked to wait, and then Sir Brastias once more
attends. He is gruff, as usual, but offers less of a browbeating than at their
first meeting; a small mercy.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Ah,
the two Salisbury men, returned again.”; both visitors greet the loyal knight.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“And
you bring another; a mute?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“I
am no mute,” rumbles Sir Uhtred, firmly, “I can speak for myself. I assumed the
men you knew would be a better introduction.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Brastias
nods once, shortly: “I like a man who can speak for himself. Why are you here?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“I
was asked to come along; I stormed the walls of Devizes with these men.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Ah!
A war hero, then. Good.” Sir Brastias replies; Sir Vandagild chuckles softly.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“And
purpose have thee all for thy visit, then?:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Diplomacy.
Regarding some pressure from the King. It is a subtle matter.” Says Vandagild.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Brastias
huffs “What, old Uther giving you a rub and tug?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
laughs again, allowing Sir Elvorix to reply: “It is a private message. For the
Duke.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Brastias
grunts, and leads the Wolves of Logres within.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
castle is still beautiful; haunting, but beautiful. The touch of Ygraine is more
obvious to the men who know it, and the halls impress. Duke Gorlois and Lady Ygraine
stand in the hall; the latter kneeling beside one of her children. She whispers
something, smiles beauteously, and stands to greet the knights. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Uhtred holds her eye: Time slows as she rises and the huge man is entranced. He
stares, mouth agaping slowly. Sir Vandagild, once more noting her beauty and
grace, suppresses his own love for this fine lady under the importance of this
mission; he forces his eye to the Duke, and smiles. Alas, once more Sir Elvorix
is smitten - he cannot pulls his eyes from the angelic woman, nor focus on the
task at hand. His brain is fogged with the mist of her perfection.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Aquitanian, noticing his ensorcelled compaions, takes the lead: He greets the
Duke, who still plays with two daughters; one a teen, one a child, both with
long black hair. Gorlois raises a hand in greeting and acknowledgement; he cheerfully
whispers to the two girls, who skip out of the hall, and stands in his hunched
way.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Duke, with open arms, calls warmly from across the room he now crosses: “Ahh,
my favourite knights of Cornwall! Welcome, welcome. I hope the journey was
well; did the winter treat thee harshly?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Only
as harshly as we deserve; many thanks, your Grace” says the hunter, lightly.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Some
small words of greeting and well-wishing precede the point of the visit; when
asked, Sir Vandagild warns that the matter is best kept for the Duke’s ears.</span><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> <span style="color: black;">There are two guards in the room, and Sir Brastias.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“I
trust my men, Sir Vandagild; whatever thee might say, I am happy for them to
hear.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Nodding,
the Aquitanian explains the matter, and the coded message, highlighting the
work of Duke Ulfius against them, and the risk of a "test" by the King.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Listening
carefully, Gorlois thinks heavily; his bushy eyebrows overhang his kind, but
serious eyes.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Brastias
is the first to speak, hand dropping to his hilt: “The King has no right! If
maketh he demands of thy loyalty… well: He can try to take it from you!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Gorlois
says nothing.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix jerks his eyes away from Ygraine: “Your Grace: You are sworn to Uther. You
made the oath with a sound mind before; I'm sure you will make the right
decision again, Sir.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix's
eyes drift, however, and he looks mostly at Ygraine as he says this.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Aware
of his gaze, Ygraine takes her moment to speak; her voice is soft, warm, with
an enchanting timbre: “The King... is a... troubled man. I suspect he is, as
the message says, being led astray by Duke Ulfius.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix:
“Well said, my Lady!”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Perhaps,”
the Lady continue with grace, “if someone of clear mind were to speak with him,
this may all be resolved.” </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix:
“Precisely, my lady. Yet he hath been poisoned through his ear for some time
now; the challenge is great.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">There
is a silence; Ygraine nods slowly, walking to the Duke, taking his gnarled hand
in her smooth, perfect one. She continues:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“It
is a humiliating thing, for a King to demand his subjects swear once more their
oaths. A humiliation against their Honour, and their Word.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">She
turns to her husband: “I do not think it wise for thee, your Grace, my Love, to
subject thyself to this humiliation.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild watches her carefully, trying to find if she says this with softness
or hard pride. There is a dangerous implication under her delicate voice. He
turns his eye to the Duke, watching for a response.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix recovers some of his sense, drawing on and inspired by his loyalty to
Gorlois, forged on the battlefield in his youngest days as a knight: He
considers the laws of court and chivalry, to find some way of absolving the
Duke of acquiescing the King’s paranoid, dishonorable request. Perhaps, through
law of Hospitality, he can justly deny the King’s demand? He tells the Duke of
his his plan; it is convoluted plan, but it should work legally. Uther,
however, may see it differently. It will buy time, he says, for his own wily
spouse, Lady Diane, to pour honey in Uther’s other ear…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Duke
listens, but says nothing.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild speaks in turn: He agrees that Ygraine's idea to avoid humiliation is
wise; but we mustn’t risk the Kingdom's stability. A hard stand may lead to
internal conflict, and that is an opportunity the Saxons, and Irish beside,
will not soon forgo. Lest we not forget; the threat, to our lives, our
families, lay from those barbaric folk. Uther’s Pride will not kill us like
those brutal dogs of foreign lands. Avoid humiliation; yea; delay thy meeting;
campaign if thy must. We of Salisbury will have the King’s ear for some time,
and Elvorix’s wife is indeed bright. Let us work to becalm his suspicious woes.</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________<br /><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Uhtred is quiet.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Gorlois's
bushy eyebrows raise: “I want to hear what the big one has to say.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Uhtred does not hesitate; his chain raises a touch: "Fuck the King. He is
out of line. I am Roderick's man until the end of my days. We’re allied: Whatever
works best for you is best for my Lord. That said, the plan of Vandagild and
the Lady seems the best way out."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
meets the gaze of all in the room: It is the first time any of the men have
never seen Sir Brastias smile.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Brastias:
“Hah! A true man!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix rolls his eyes.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Gorlois
does not smile; he walks to his chair, sits slowly, and takes some time to
think. He whispers with Ygraine in hushed tones. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Soon
enough, he turns once more to his guests: I thank thee, Sir Knights, for bringing
this to my attention. I value thy counsel on all of this terrible business. And
knoweth I well that my actions here do not just impact myself and my vassals,
but your own realm as well.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">His
tone turns stern; sober.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Though
I would like very much to... let this all be peaceful, and acquiesce to Uther's
every whim, I <i>will not</i> be paraded out, to be put on my knees, to be
forced to re-swear to him. I have already sworn; and I have performed my duties
diligently.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
shoots a short glance to Sir Vandagild; they have spoken on many an occasion of
the Duke’s absence on campaigns.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Roman speaks now.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Of
course, your Grace. Do as you wish; but know thee, I beg, that it would break
my heart to besiege thy castle.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“I
wish it will come not to that. If there were more men in this kingdom with
balls enough to stand up to him, that would never happen. But I am not a man of
fickle words; I do not re-swear my oaths on the whim of a fickle child.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
stands now, shifting his back, stretching to something approaching his full
height.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Spake
thee, that The Rock will feel the weight of the realm come Easter? I suspect,
as does thy good Lord it seems, that Uther shall bring some fierce entourage,
greater than usual. He will force the poor Earl to host them all indefinitely, and
drain his coffers.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Sir
Brastias: I want thee to round up a dozen men; gather what foodstores and
livestock we can spare. Bring it with these men back to Sarum; the Earl is
going to need all the food he can get.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">With
that, he nods at the three knights and, uncharacteristically dark, he waves them
all away.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild feels dread. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhOztySYtYVoWyArnBtsVC9sMKoVNPs_CNX2m2v1MOrZWGOkistl_GZvTqxotBstOFgwbuGYSgPHZzYNHUEFrwlM6zCIj9nYFZv6MggW4wKxC5Rc__SrO7Y7k9xCMQs5aakTXkkLKsyF7aZcN90HReeDENTbxSsBxXkiNV3fI6qGalohWyzSqmOEDaX5w" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="419" data-original-width="640" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhOztySYtYVoWyArnBtsVC9sMKoVNPs_CNX2m2v1MOrZWGOkistl_GZvTqxotBstOFgwbuGYSgPHZzYNHUEFrwlM6zCIj9nYFZv6MggW4wKxC5Rc__SrO7Y7k9xCMQs5aakTXkkLKsyF7aZcN90HReeDENTbxSsBxXkiNV3fI6qGalohWyzSqmOEDaX5w" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Gorlois’ Generosity __________<br /></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
knights ride with several men of Cornwall, escorted by Brastias. The gruff man
commands a decent amount of supplies brought forth. He surveys his gathered
goods, and turns to three men of Salisbury. Empathy slips onto his face; and he
orders the amount increased by half. The train is sent east, across Cornwall,
and back to Sarum.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Knights ride, with some knowledge that the consequences of this mission are yet
to be felt... </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">In
a quiet way, in a timely moment back in Salisbury, Vandagild thanks Brastias
and his lord for their generosity and compassion.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Brastias
nods curtly, but keeps his eyes on the road ahead: “I wish there was more we
could do, but.... well. I envy thee not.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Aquitanian nods; he bids the man, and his companions, a brief farewell. Forth,
he rides, to his own lands: A wagon of fine Aquitanian wine, which he had
bought to hunt with Sir Elvorix and Prince Madoc, sits in his cellar. This he
gathers, and meets the others at Sarum with his own humble gift for his Lord.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Meanwhile,
Sir Elvorix rides beside his enormous Berroc friend.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Sir
Uhtred; It takes guts to say something like that. But know that that statement
might have killed them. And us.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
huge man shrugs: “If it kills them, they weren't strong enough to back it up.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix sighs, and shakes his head; “We <i>know</i> they're not strong enough
to back it up, Uhtred.”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ The Weight of the Realm
__________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Arriving
at Sarum, Gorlois' words are proven true: Huge lands are cleared around Sarum,
vast swathes of tents fill the fields. Uther has demanded Barons from far
across the land attend Sarum, and the weight of the kingdom is now clear. The
Wolves arrive now with their supplies, and the Earl is elated. Immediately the
goods are distributed to storage areas, and some selected for serving at once.
It is approximately a week until Easter, but already people from beyond the
county file in. The city fills rapidly over the days.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild immediately offers to start hunting; he finds Weyland, the Earl's
hunstman, who manages the forests and hunts, to provide ample game without depopulating
the forests. The knight learns that nearby lands have already been used as best
they can, but Vandagild trusts his impressive skill - Weyland directs him to a
forest, not well known for game, and which bristles with dense understorey and
few trails. Despite the addition challenge, the talented hunter bags a fine
deer, which he brings at once to the larder. It is not much, but times are
desparate.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A
week passes: Sarum has never been this full. Tents, and people, and shit, and
things spill out into the countryside. Far past bursting at the seems, it has
clearly bursted. Not all present can fit inside the castle walls, even those of
rank and import. The challenge of courteously managing expectation and location
is a significant issue; arguments emerge; not only Barons complaining about humble
beds, but lesser knights scuffling over tents and latrines.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Wolves of Logres, for their part, find a spot near the wall. It affords some
shelter, but carries the risk of waste, human and otherwise, tumbling from
those perched atop the walls.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Notably
absent, of course, is Duke Gorlois. Sir Elvorix spies carefully the gathered
Heraldry: He recalls the many shields and Heraldry in Gorlois' great hall. The
Roman knows that these are the Lords of Cornwall. Looking now at the banners
across; not one of them is present. Not a Lord of Cornwall is here. Notably, those
knights are <i>not</i> vassals of Cornwall, they are vassals of Uther; the defy
him in their absence. Their loyalty to Gorlois is now clear.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Among
the others not attending are Duke Corneus, also unfavoured by Uther, and Duke
Marvais of the Saxon Shore; Lucius and Lady Pomponia attend in the stead of the
latter. Every other major vassal is present. Sir Vandagild notes, with
derision, that more men dwell now in Sarum than have the valour to attend
muster to fight the Saxons. He spits, at the thought.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix easily learns, as expected, that much of his is born of the urging of
Duke Ulfius. Sir Vandagild, with careful attention and shrewd questioning
discovers the sinister truth they suspected: Ulfius specifically hopes to
financially drain Roderick; this is <i>meant</i> to be punitive. Punishment for
his alliance with Gorlois. The Aquitanian worries for the anticipated invasion
of the wretched Sir Blains, with Ulfius’ backing, to follow this crippling
assault.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Duke
Eldol, hero of the Knight of Long Knives, fights with a Bishop; Lady Pomponia
speaks with Duke Ulfius, promising gold and gifts in exchange for military
support in their war with Essex; many similar conversations, serious, light,
political and passionate, fill the halls. Buried deep within: A very stressed
Earl Roderick and Countess Ellen. <br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Royal Reward __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">As
expected word spreads: Uther demands oaths from his men once more, and will
begin to receive them this evening before the feast.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Fate
conspires to bring the Wolves of Logres into the feasting hall: Sir Elvorix actively
tricks a man into leaving before it begins, and takes his seat. Sir Vandagild,
coincidentally speaking with Prince Meliodas about wizards and spirituality,
happens to find himself squatting beside the Prince as he takes his seat on the
far end of a row; the Prince humbly offers the his seat, for he can find another,
but the modest Aquitanian doesn't take it; he does, however, find himself in
the hall, still talking, when the feasting begins; he sits on the floor. His
presence with the Prince staves off any servants who might have thought to move
him along. Sir Uhtred simply intimidates some lesser knights from Clarence: “Get
out of my way!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">They
do.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Within,
the hall his hot and sweaty; people are uncomfortably close. Eventually King Uther
strides forth to the front, to sit in the Earl's throne. He calls forth his nobles,
lesser at first, and increasing in rank to his major Barons. In this last
batch, over a dozen barons kneel before him. They are:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Galehaut, Baron of Castle Brown; Sir Emyr, Baron of the Castle Behind the
Waters; Reverend Decius, Bishop of Corinium; Sir Ederyn, Baron of
Warcastle; Sir Bassianus, Baron of Noviomagus; Sir Cadawg, Baron of Lambor; Sir
Sulien, Earl of Bedegraine; Sir Roderick, Earl of Salisbury; Sir Eldol, Duke of
Glevum; Sir Edaris, Duke of the Marche; Sir Lucius, Duke of the Saxon Shore; Sir
Ulfius, Duke of the Vale; Sir Madoc, Prince of Logres. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Each
of them presents Uther with a gift, as a show of tribute and fealty; gold and jewellery
are common. Sir Galehaut's presentation brings a wave of murmurs from the crowd:
A fine cloak, secured around the neck by a gold chain, and what he claims is a
Dragon scale! Earl Roderick gifts another lavish cloak, trimmed with the fur of
white bears from Norway. Duke Eldol gives him a wooden chalice: People, at
first, think it insulting; but soon they learn it is carved from the wooden
table leg he used to fight his way free of the night of long knives!</span><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> <span style="color: black;">Duke Ulfius brings forth chests full of strange devices,
and spices from beyond the continent; as each is opened, the warm,, complex aroma
washes deliciously through the crowd.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Finally,
Prince Madoc steps forth: Behind him, ten men approach, and chests are placed
heavily on a carpet of fine red fabric. He stands and, with a dramatic command,
each is opened at once. A kaleidoscopic gleam fills the hall; each chest
contain treasures from his recent raids and wars against Saxons: coins, jewels,
bolts of silk and saramac, gold cloth and silver thread. The Prince unrolls a vast
cloth as if a carpet; it is a battle standard taken from a dead Saxon Chief.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">King
Uther smiles, stands, and walks across the unfurled banner to survey the treasures.
He takes various things, filling his hands with treasures, and walks throughout
the hall, pressing these items into the hands of those in the hall. The
Generous King gifts well, with some insight, and each one seems to impress upon
he who receives it a certain aptness. Soon enough he reaches the back of the
hall, where the lesser knights sit: Sir Elvorix receives a small golden
ring, with intricate carvings, perhaps Saxon tribal markings. Sir Uhtred and
Sir Vandagild receive lesser gifts; a silver chalice for the Aquitanian, and a
silver-hilted dagger for Sir Uhtred. Sir Vandagild thanks the King, catching
his eye briefly, as he moves on.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
gifting completed, the guests start to disperse as the tables are rearranged
into a suitable feasting order, each adoring their gifts from their benevolent
King.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ A Magical Gift __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Yet:
At the back of the room, a large commotion emerges, bursting through the
gathered knights a Herald rushes!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Presenting
the Great Wizard Merlin, the saviour of Britain” he stammers, as he is at once pushed
aside by the old man in question, his great brown cloak and long beard flowing,
his wooden staff clacking on the stone floor. Effortlessly, the wizard pushes
aside any impedance, despite his meagre physique; Sir Vandagild’s eyes narrow. Yet
Merlin has eyes only for King Uther, and it is the King he directly approaches.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Welcome,
Merlin, to these halls!” the King declares warmly; “Be’est thee always welcome
in my court!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Merlin
bows slightly, thanking him. In a loud and very clear voice he replies:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Gold
and silver, clothing from distant lands, these are surely gifts worth of a King.
Yet thee, Uther, surely deserve more. For, surely, none hath ever sat as highly
as thee; nay, not even the Emperors of Rome! And yet; you lack one thing."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
pauses; the King frowns a little; some murmuring bubbles from the crowd…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“So
great a man as thee deserveth nothing but the best, and he who would bring
peace deserveth all that would he him attain it. And I, thy humble servant, am
pleased to thus offer you this.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">From
out of his cloak, he pulls a sword! It almost glows from within, its own
internal light causes everyone to gasp in wonder!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
king is now standing, with a look of surprise and awe. Merlin takes the sword
by its point, his hands covered in his cloak, and extends the pommel to the King.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“For
the High King: The Sword of Victory!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uther
takes the sword and, with a flourish, the room erupts to applause. As he
admires the incredible, gleaming blade, his face a great grin, speaketh he:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Surely,
now, none can stand before me!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Merlin
nods; amid more cheers and applause and joviality.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uther
waits a moment, continuing:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Well!
Now prepared am I, I say, to visit a few friends of mine!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
looks down and across, beyond the table, to Duke Ulfius, who laughs.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">King
Uther, sword still in hand, then calls the names of the recently re-sworn Lords;
among them is Earl Roderick: They are to accompany him to visit King Cadwy and
Duke Corneus this year.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Notably,
Duke Gorlois is not on the list. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
sheaths the sword; “This is truly a cause for celebration! Bring forth the
tables! And make a place for Merlin, whose wisdom and truth guide our land!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">As
the room erupts into noise and talk, Sir Vandagild openly decries the influence
of Merlin to those nearby:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“This
is what we have come to!? Pawns to demon-spawn, influenced by the dark designs
of Fae wizards and their unholy kin?!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Prince
Meliodas laughs in response, his bright voice a pleasant peal: “Careful now,
that is the King you're talking about! You say that loud enough, some might
take it to be treason, haha.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
offers the warning lightly; he clearly worries not, but there is some truth in
it.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild is pulled aside by Elvorix, who was already near to see his friend. The
Roman bids the hateful hunter to hold his tongue, for his own sake; Sir Vandagild
modestly acquiesces.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Still;
his declaration clearly upset several nearby folk, and his demeanour for the
evening is soured: The scarred man’s social favour is not well for the rest of
the feast. Sir Uhtred, conversely, cuts a handsome, imposing figure: Something
in his stature and bearing delights, and his geniality benefits through the
evening.<br /><br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ The First Feast of Sarum
__________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Lords and Ladies of Logres take their seats; the first course is served: Roast
Salmon in wine sauce. In the fragments of conversation, three names are heard
with increasing frequency: Sir Edar, Sir Aran, and Sir Garnoc. A Lady turns to
ask of Sir Vandagild:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Sir
Knight? Are thee not of Salisbury? What might thou tell me of these knights,
whose names fill this hall?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Aquitanian introduces himself, and tells her this:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Sir
Edar is a fine warrior of Salisbury. I know not the others.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Nothing
else?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Alas,
my lady; I spend my time in the woods, training my ear to the passage of
passing beasts. It is little used to the gossip of court.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Have
ye not then heard? Word must travel faster in Clarence than in Salisbury; these
are the men who found the sword!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild scoffs into his wine, swallowing hard to retort:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Pffah!
Pawns to the tricks of the Fae and their dark desires. If spake thee true, my
lady, I pity those men. I think little of the blade, truly, and wish myself as
far from it as possible. I suggest ye do the same. Turn thy eyes to God, I urge
thee, and cast not thy ear to the words and workings of demons.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Lady’s face is now full of shock, and then insult; she stammers some unintelligible
offense, and takes at once her leave. The rangy Sir Vandagild is grateful for
the elbow room.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix, in good favour with both the King and Prince Madoc, is elevated by Sir
Roderick to a higher seating at the feast, and now sits near the Salt. Perhaps
the Earl wishes the cunning knight to tune his ear to the whispers of high
court, and thus glean some way of surviving the siege of hospitality? In any
case, the Roman knight smiles, bowing with courteous thanks, and enjoys his
newfound status.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Uhtred finds himself beside the music, and someone thrusts a lute into his
hands. He holds the thing, looking tiny by his broad chest, with some
confusion. The great man sighs, a deep thing, and plucks a simple tune. He
finds the essence of the tune, but does not per se impress. The song over, he
is glad to rid of the thing, and returns to his ample meal.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Aquitanian, meanwhile continues openly sharing his disdain for Merlin, and more
broadly pressing others to follow their true saviour: God. Reverend Decius, the
Bishop of Corinium, comes now to his side, having heard the spiritual words.
The holy man gently clasps Sir Vandagild’s shoulder in greeting, crossing his
chest as he approaches:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Finally!
What fine words do I hear, and from which fine knight? God’s grace to thee, Sir
Knight, for blessed is the tongue that will spread the good word of the Lord!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">After
some impassioned words, and honest courtesy, the holy man Blesses Sir
Vandagild; “May the Lord look favourably on his finest in the troubles to come!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Thank
thee, father; be’est I nought but a humble servant of the Lord.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Meanwhile,
warriors and courtiers alike <span style="color: black;">gather around the table
of Sir Edar, Aran, and Garnoc; much heed is paid to these men, and often are
they asked to speak of how they sought the sword.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="color: black;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj96bpSeZFOKASP0hQeNtYu6qMYZL0pk998WpTZJa5QzYztJB269KABT_PvZdaY_5hDUpiIuIy5fNs5XQZSkWSEUyKOVIatNRXgI5YY_Ow0vUU2XEtMIsbEkKujYaB7Q0FovuTZo0UVg_sUbwmgW07XwpFEu1dlc7Cifu2bwEJjH8dq7-5bwDUxv3lPiQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="943" data-original-width="1988" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj96bpSeZFOKASP0hQeNtYu6qMYZL0pk998WpTZJa5QzYztJB269KABT_PvZdaY_5hDUpiIuIy5fNs5XQZSkWSEUyKOVIatNRXgI5YY_Ow0vUU2XEtMIsbEkKujYaB7Q0FovuTZo0UVg_sUbwmgW07XwpFEu1dlc7Cifu2bwEJjH8dq7-5bwDUxv3lPiQ" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ The Ingress of Intrigue
__________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A
Lady approaches Sir Vandagild; the seat beside him still empty. Lady Rhianneth,
she calls herself; she approaches charmingly, flirtatiously. The well-spoken
Aquitanian tells stories of joy and charm, plying well his trade of levity and
venery, but nonetheless the lady soon departs. The Aquitanian, confident in his
flirtation, is left confused by the matter: He does not feel rejection, but is
still curious about her purpose for the unusual visit…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
keen-eyed hunter watches her walk down the hall, moving directly to Prince
Madoc. She lingers there for some time; and Vandagild watches carefully: She
was flirty when speaking with he, maybe a little strong for courtesy. But now,
with the Prince, she is positively doting; he has her utmost attention, and she
plies her charm as freely as she might. Meanwhile, behind Uhtred across the
table, talk arises of Roderick's generosity. This catches his ear, but the talk
soon turns to the King and his greatness, and Uhtred is forced to bite his
tongue... Once more, he returns his attention to the meal, little interested in
the intrigue of court.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">At
the high table, seated well above their normal station, Sir Edar and his
companions enjoy further attention. Though people continue to inquire, Sir
Vandagild is interested little in these pawns of the unseelie and unholy. Even
King Uther plies them with questions! Merlin at his side, is silent; though the
knights hear him not, those who try to speak with the strange man leave quickly,
disappointed or confused.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Near
the salt, A beautiful lady approaches Sir Elvorix: It is Lady Eleri, the wife
of Sir Statirius and the late Sir Iwan's amor. She greets the familiar knight;
she looks tired, strained. Some kind words and talk of small things passes
brief time, for she soon tells the Roman her purpose. She wishes to be escorted
back to her room; perhaps she still grieves for Sir Iwan; perhaps other things
stress her gentle heart? Regardless, Sir Elvorix happily assists; he takes her
safely away, and returns to the feast in time for the next course: Stuffed Boar!</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p>E</o:p></span><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">lvorix,
sitting Near the Salt, speaks now with Reverend Decius. They discuss the Sin of
the Feast, and the indulgence that thrives in such environments... The Roman
knight sinks deeply into conversation, listening keenly to the Bishop’s
charismatic words: Elvorix pledges a libra to the church! Moreover, he stops
drinking at once, inspired by the Bishops biblical words and fearing the Sin of
Gluttony.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Once
more a Lady approaches Sir Vandagild, who still eyes carefully the Prince’s
pursuer across the room. This new lady is far more modest than the mysterious
Rhianneth, and the Aquitanian knows her through his cousin, Sir Vandar: She is Lady
Gwen, daughter of Baron Duach. Her husband, he knows, is recently departed,
slain by Saxons. She is a pretty woman, and known as quite the writer. Knowing
well of his fine oratory, the Lady approaches him to ask if he will read her
poetry. Sir Vandagild smiles warmly, grateful for the opportunity and shared
love of words. He reads it with care, and passion; it is well written work, and
his skilful reading adds the right sort of energy and emotion. Nearby courtiers
listen, curious for his charming accent and the beautiful words alike: They
show their appreciation for the combined effort; the modest Sir Vandagild
directs the credit to his companion, Lady Gwen. The cheer of it exhausted, he now
thanks her, sincerely, for choosing him to read her fine work; he hopes he
could do it the justice that such wonderful work deserves. He openly toasts her
work and skill to the gathered nobles. She blushes, and thanks him for their
time together. As she leaves, she looks back, smiles, and continues. The knight’s
own smile takes some time to dissipate, and the heat in his heart remains a while
longer. He sips his wine deeply, to maintain that warmth from her companionship.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Across
the table, Uhtred’s seat stands empty, for the hulking warrior spends his time
searching for military men, trying to catch rumours of upcoming campaigns and
developments. Aurelius' fleet is being recommissioned, he learns; the fleet
that High King Aurelius' and Duke Gorlois built to sail to Britain's aid to rid
this fine land of Vortigern's tyrannical reign. Apparently a Roman Praetor,
Siagrius, has approached the King of Logres to beg his aid in his war against
the Franks!</span><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> <span style="color: black;">Malahaut, the so-called Centurion King, has
turned the Praetor down, though he fashions himself a “True Roman”; as has King
Idres of Cornwall.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">And
yet, still curious about the strange Lady Rhianneth, Sir Vandagild continues to
cast glances her way... She continues her doting, but now he sees Prince Madoc
gesture dismissively, sternly departing her, and leaving the high table. Sir
Jarren, beside him as usual, remains; he seems confused, and lingers a little
with the Lady, but she soon leaves as well, exiting via the same door that the
Prince did. Some sense of this event strikes the Aquitanian, and he has a
fondness for the Prince. Curious, and with hints of concern, the Aquitanian
follows her.<br /></span><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;"> </span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Princely Passion __________<br /><br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Earl once more takes a moment to pass by Sir Elvorix's table. He thanks the
Roman for his service and efforts, for he has done good work with Gorlois, and on
the battlefield. The savvy knight takes the moment to espouse his loyalty to
Roderick: He is a good lord, generous and brave; three cheers for Red Bloody
Roderick! The men and women around him respect him for that, and cheer along.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Down
the hall, Sir Vandagild follows Rhianneth boldly; Uhtred sees something
predatory in his friend’s gait, and strides after him. Out a broad door, nodding
to the servant who opens it, the Aquitanian finds himself in the garden. He now
approaches carefully, catching a hushed conversation with his keen ears.
Rhianneth confesses her love to Prince Madoc, quite eloquently and quite well
told. In response, the Prince is firm; agitated but polite, denying
reciprocation; he does not see her like that. Lady Rhianneth, however, is
relentless; she knows his heart, and she feels strongly her own; she continues
to pressure! The hunter, Uhtred now beside him, hears another man coming from
the doors; a knight. Unsurprisingly, Sir Vandagild knows him not; but he
carries a sword. He looks angry, a slightly older man, and he strides directly for
the Prince and Rhianneth.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Good
evening, Sir, what has thee so flushed?" the Aquitanian asks, stepping out
to walk beside him. The man looks past him, moving around the Aquitanian
without meeting his eye: "Mind thy own business!"</span><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
steps with him: "Any man so angry and armed, in the lands of my Lord, is
my business, good Sir; tell me thy purpose, I beg of thee."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Bah!”
says the disgruntled man, marching past.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
follows, glancing his concern to Uhtred, who shrugs and settles in to his
leaning against a pillar.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Aquitanian sees Madoc and Rhianneth as they round a hedge: The Prince holds the
lady in his grip, his hands around her shoulders, his face firm. Seeing this,
the disgruntled knight roars in anger, draws his blade, and rushes forth to
hack the Prince! Sir Vandagild is two steps behind: Though he tries to stop the
man, he is too slow to get a good enough grip to hold him! He tears free, cutting
hard at the Prince, but the delay is enough: Madoc, at the last moment, draws a
dagger and catches the blade, barely parrying the slashing blow. Rhianneth
shrieks, and hides behind the Prince! </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Unhand
my wife, you dog!" the man roars!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Prince attempts to shout back, "I have done noth-!" but the aggressor
acts quickly! He cuts again, but the hunter is at his back! Sir Vandagild hits
him bodily, wrestling him hard to the ground, where his blade clatters along
the stone path. He writhes, twisting to look at his assailant:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Aquitanian!
Unhand me! Dog, I will slay thee both!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">His
tirade continues, but he cannot free himself: He spits foul insults at his
wife, and fouler at the Prince! Sir Vandagild wraps his arm, and urgently
spills his view of the scenario - the Prince did nothing wrong, he tried to
escape the lady’s relentless advances! Holding the man down, Vandagild
continues to plead with the furious knight!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">
“Thy problem is not with the Prince, Sir Knight; will ye die here over thy own
false presumptions? Have thee no prudence!?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Though
he writhes under the hunter’s weight, he does listen: Eventually he calms, a
rapid and confused array of emotions turning over the fellow’s face.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Slowly,
glancing first to the Prince, Sir Vandagild lets him up, even extending a hand.
Carefully he stands, between the knight and his sword.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Madoc
forgives him, at the man's request, but the Prince angry, obviously and unrepentantly.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Knight turns to Rhianneth; "<i>You</i> are coming with <i>ME</i>."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
grabs her by the hand and hauls her away, collecting his sword, and marching
boldly past the amused Sir Uhtred. The great man chuckles after the couple’s
departure, seeking sweet dessert and a comfortable couch to finish his evening.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild lets them go, eyes clinging to the man’s back until he is out of
sight. He turns to checks on the Prince: His response is cold; he is fine. He
says nothing more, but leaves, jaw set firmly. <br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________<br /><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Inside:
A serving girl flirts with Sir Elvorix; the man engages happily, flirting with
the confidence and charm of a favoured knight. The woman is no match for his
masculine charm and foreign accent; they soon find a moment or three,
together, in private...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">And
hence Sir Vandagild returns, seeking at once the Lady Gwen. She smiles warmly,
turning with grace and composure to meet his own joy. The Aquitanian’s heart
jumps, for he is greatly impressed with the lady; her juxtaposition with the
storm of Rhianneth sings joyous songs in his soul. He asks to her more of her
work: Modestly, she recites some more of her poetry; they share gleaming eyes
and honest smiles at timely moments. Sir Vandagild too reads, to their shared
joy, and they spend the rest of the feast together, enjoying one another's
company...<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________<br /></span><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">King Arthur
Pendragon 5.2</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Image from: </span><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">https://medievalbritain.com/type/medieval-life/activities/medieval-horse-what-was-life-like-for-horses-in-the-middle-ages/ </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p>Trent_Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07027231462282970568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468481237476887643.post-13329449926423327352023-01-21T21:02:00.003-08:002023-01-21T21:02:59.434-08:00The Heirs of Britain - Game Twenty<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 24pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Heirs of Britain</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 24pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Session 20</span></b><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 20pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">: 486, The Walls of Winter</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 13.5pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Session 20: Devizes Castle, Northern Salisbury __________</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> <br /><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Siege of Castle Devizes continues into deep winter. The men are cold, huddled
down around the dull fires. At home at Shrewton, Lady Diane gives birth to a
healthy daughter; Sir Elvorix is not there to meet her.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild, still secured in Bridge Castle, deep within Summerland, requests once
more a trade of prisoners, himself for the knight he defeated; this is politely
ignored. The knights and courtiers of Summerland are merciful and hospitable,
and the scarred hunter is well kept.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A
small voice at the door calls his attention; the Aquitanian knight finishes his
prayer, and sharply asks the purpose:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Sir
knight? Be’est thee bored? I wish to play a game with thee; perhaps chess, or
cards?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild turns and eyes carefully; a young squire, barely a teen.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“I
am not one to game with Fae-touched deceivers. Away.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
boy turns his head curiously, sadly: "I'm not fae-touched. I just want to
play a game."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
waits for a response, but none is forthcoming. A small frown, a sad sigh, and
quieting footsteps mark his departure.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
returns, each night, for over a week. Each night bears similarly bitter fruit.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">On
the twelfth night the hateful Sir Vandagild, resting lazily on his bed and
ungrateful for the interruption, lurches at the boy. In a rage, he spits dark
words, accusing the changeling of intrigue, deception, spying, and worse. The
boy stumbles backward, against the far wall of the hall, and runs off.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
next night: Peace. Vandagild sighs in relief and solitude, breathing easily
without the incessant scheming of elvish boys. A Fae trick will not be his
downfall.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Two
weeks pass in this quietude; the Aquitanian prays, healing steadily, and
brooding on the dark vengeance he will cut from the demon Sir Melwas.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">But
the boy returns.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Though
he has been grateful for the Summerland hospitality, the man’s heart is filled
this day only with suspicion and contempt. When the boy speaks, Vandagild
corners him, towering over the terrified child: Bullying; berating; interrogating:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“What
dost thou want of me, <i>changeling</i>!? Twelve times I tell thee no! Twelve
times thy wretched masters send thee to ply thy secret ways. Godless heathen!
Nay! Thy Fae tricks are lost, here, boy!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Turning
now to the hall, the boy curled tightly at his feet, Vandagild yells broader:<br />
<br />
“Hear me, ye demons!? Sir Vandagild will not succumb to thy schemes, nor to
thy<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>spells! Hear thee, me!? God protects me! I denounce thy foul ways! Yea, come now, so-called <i>men, </i>come and see how thy whispers go unheard; come and see how Sir Vandagild's resolve holds firm! Failed, have thee! God strike thee down!"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Several
knights rush down the hall, grappling the shouting, furious knight and pulling
him bodily away from the child. Sir Vandagild shakes his limbs free of the men,
but walks willingly beside them nonetheless: “Unhand me, cursed man; I gave
thee my word, I come with Honour!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He is marched before some greater noble, perhaps a castellan, who has calm words for the restless man: He
is told that if he cannot behave appropriately, he cannot be trusted to roam
the halls. He must treat the nobles of the court with respect, or be confined
less kindly.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Speak
thee of respect to me?" comes Vandagild's harsh, escalating whisper. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">"Nay! Thirteen times I tell this trickster no," his biting words fill the hall, "and still
he comes forth to ply his schemes upon me! I will not succumb, and my will is
unbroken. Trouble me not, knaves! Confine me or do not, I wish only to be rid
of thy seductions!"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
is taken to the dungeon.<br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7HMxvZh_wdZA5iIYX-qPtrMfidLow7Rzc1vTG_IWZBDq2GW-_4e9267sqA5mOiRRJP_TS5CeL9rqxTDdJABT0E_ASY1Oz0pYKm3L2PVBHKycxQNeoVOYvbr0KN4btoXy2YFPl1dYDV3DD__O8i-M9w6HauqpvQiV5R1D9NBYw7EcGB9fOJ-jEwK-DEQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="987" data-original-width="986" height="562" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7HMxvZh_wdZA5iIYX-qPtrMfidLow7Rzc1vTG_IWZBDq2GW-_4e9267sqA5mOiRRJP_TS5CeL9rqxTDdJABT0E_ASY1Oz0pYKm3L2PVBHKycxQNeoVOYvbr0KN4btoXy2YFPl1dYDV3DD__O8i-M9w6HauqpvQiV5R1D9NBYw7EcGB9fOJ-jEwK-DEQ=w562-h562" width="562" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild is happy in the cell. Here, alone, with God. He sits with some pride,
having resisted the interrogation and subterfuge of the Fae, and staying true
to God, Almighty, who has kept him safe despite his many challenges. He prays
for health, vengeance, and freedom. He thinks of his family often.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">Christmas
comes and goes; though he hears dull hums of cheer above, he hears nothing
else, and is brought no special meal. But in his cell, with Christ himself, he
celebrates his victory over the Fae.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ The Christmas Camp at
Devizes __________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
enormous Berroc-Saxon, Sir Uhtred, remains at the siege camp for Christmas; he
has little else to do, and wishes eagerly to wet his axe. Sir Elvorix too stays
for his famous loyalty to Earl Roderick obliges him. Together the two men observe
the Castle Devizes which, though obviously garrisoned still by the men of
Summerland, seems little attended on the day.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Earl
Roderick brings carts of food for the besiegers, a lavish feast for each of
them! The goods and spices are well-brought, and of finer quality than many of
the knights might well keep in their own larders. The fine food roasts slowly over
carefully managed fires, and the incredible aroma wafts through the winter air.
Sir Elvorix notes, with a certain pleasure, that the besieged men are no doubt
drowned by the tantalising tastes on the frosty breeze.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Uhtred laughs heartily at this, in long, slow huffs: “I wager those miserable
men have not half the pleasure of us.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Yea,
and this billowing of gloroius gourmandry no doubt exacerbates their despair.
Hah,” shares Elvorix, laughing aside.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Roman would rather be at home with his newborn daughter, but he is happy enough
here. He knows that this gruelling service is the price of his lavish and
affluent lifestyle; if he must winter in a siege here and there to enjoy the
summers in Shrewton, he considers still the deal in his favour. And it is nice
that the Earl has brought such a grand meal to the siege camp!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uhtred,
unburdened by families, merely tolerates the discomfort, and eagerly awaits the
battle in the thaw.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ Bolstered Battalions __________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Some
weeks later, Earl Roderick calls for all unransomed captives knights to be
brought forth. Among those produced is the Knight that Vandagild defeated
alongside Elvorix, captured by Atticus; apparently he is Sir Maridoc, Famous in
his own lands. The Roman brings the man forth, among several other
knights. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">To
the east, Sir Vandagild, still without his sword, is marched forth into the
snowy Summerland bogs; other knights of Salisbury are with him, and each looks
better kept than he. He says nothing, but walks steadily along.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Nearing
the edge of some vast bog, he spies ahead the banners of Earl Roderick; he
allows himself a small smile, but keeps his head down. A tense period of
bargaining culminates with the exchange of captives. So freed, Sir Vandagild
strides at once to his friend Elvorix; the two embrace warmly, sharing
joyous words of reunion. The Aquitanian thanks his friends for helping him get
free of that hellhole.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild takes the afforded opportunity to briefly visit his family,
spending some heady days with his energetic children, and the patient Father
Perticus, before hastening to rejoin the siege: He wishes Vengeance on the
Summerlanders, and is eager to fight with his Companions. He joins Elvorix on the ride back north; the latter has met his daughter, at least: Mother and child are both healthy.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Upon
returning, Roderick’s forces are bolstered by an additional twenty knights. Sir
Elvorix recognises the Heraldry at once: These are the men of the lands near
Wynchbank - the lands of Ellen, Roderick's wife. The Roman knows that these
knights were present at most battles since their blessed union, but they were not
here at the earlier battle of Devizes. The three Wolves of Logres approach and
talk with the newcomers, learning that they missed the battle as they were
mustered by Ulfius, fighting Saxons. No battles proved decisive.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Porkins’ Preposterous Plan __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Roderick
gathers his forces, reinforced with prisoners and the men of Wynchbank. He
orders built a ram, of thick wood and iron capping, and such ladders as they
will need to take the walls.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">As
the knights eagerly await the construction, Sir Porkins, Elvorix’ former
squire, sheepishly joins them by their fire.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"What
is it, Porkins? Spill it" says Elvorix, with practised authority.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Porkins
has a plan: He knows a way for the Earl to Assault, a better plan than the
Earl’s! Of course, his lower stature and nerves prevent him from telling him
directly, but he hopes that if he can share it with Sir Elvorix and his
friends, who they Earl respects greatly, he might listen to them!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
men look at each other, and then turn back.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
sighs audibly.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Tell
us thy plan.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
says of this: There is a cliff on the side of the castle, with a rope up the face!
There is no wall on that side, only the cliff face! If the Earl attacked there,
some men could scale the cliff, on the ropes, and they would be right inside!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix is immediately skeptical, and, ticking each off on his fingers, curtly explains
the many problems with the plan.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">But,
Sir Porkins says he can climb it easily enough, even in full arms and armour!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Hah,”
scoffs the Roman, “Really? Really. Listen, Porkins: If thou can climb but half
way up that cliff-face, and make it back alive, I will give thee two libra.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Porkins
hesitates but a moment, and then nods, starting up quickly to arm.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Christ above, <i>not now</i>, Porkins;
everyone is watching! Later.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
younger man nods, slightly embarrassed, and settles back to his spot.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“I
suppose,” he replies, “it would be bad if I got caught…”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Yes,
Porkins, it would. And if worry thee for thyself, think how bad it would be for
all of us <i>too </i>being so caught<i>.</i> Know well, do I, that thy pride
bloometh with thy manhood, but there are good reasons we do things the way we
do. And good reason for Earl Roderick, how does know well his trade, to attack
how he does. We things this way, the Lord’s way, because it is the best way. I
know no tales of Roman sieges in which they clamber up the back wall on a
rope.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild agrees with the assessment of Elvorix; climbing a cliff face seems perfectly
insane, and he wonders if Porkins has been sampling the Summerlander wine: “Sir
Porkins, in any case, something must be climbed: We choose thee a simple rope
over a sturdy ladder, held firm by good men? And how knowest thee that thou
might climb this rope so well?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Porkins
looks a little sheepish again, at this last: He used to use the rope to go see
Lylla; don't tell anyone. It worked pretty well, he says.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild looks at him with a blank face for two long moments.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Who
is that?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“I…
it is… uh.. Sir Ermell’s daughter. Please don’t tell anyone!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
sighs, burying his slowly shaking head in a hand.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“So
you were sneaking in there to sleep with-”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“We
never slept together!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“-
to <i>not</i> sleep with Ermell’s daughter, as an unarmoured, over-amor’d
squire, and you think we might do it too? Under watch of guards, who wish, I
think, to fill our humble bodies with shafts and steel?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Well!
If the Earl is assaulting the walls, they won't be watching the back!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix: “Porkins. Let us say, for thy sake, that we manage five knights up
there: We stand not in stirrups, but on foot, and hence face a whole army in
the courtyard of Devizes.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Not
if they're all on the walls!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Sure.
Fine. Then what?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Porkins
chews quietly a moment, swallows slowly, and then looks down at the fire: “I
kinda figured once we got to the tower we will just win.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“This
is no child’s game, Porkins! There is no flag that we can simply grasp and
claim victory! <i>Think</i>, Porkins!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Well what
if we just kill the commander?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix throws a half-eaten duck-wing at him.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ So Crazy It Might Just Work __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Uhtred, mouth very and repeatedly full, quietly considers that this is a very
dramatic plan. The Glory a man might earn would be substantial. Perhaps, he
thinks, he might just go himself.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
tells his friends a such, causing Elvorix to splutter on his wine, and
Vandagild to laugh out loud.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Hah!
Bold it is, no doubt, and we do fight with God at our backs…” Vandagild adds.<br />
<br />
“Five knights?” he considers, thoughtfully, “They might break in the confusion;
a moment to rush the command post; they will not be well defended. The men on
the walls might flee, and Roderick’s men gain them for but little blood. Hah
ha… Bold. Foolish, but bold.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
castle has two Bailey walls, and then the inner tower. It is formidable, some
infiltration, some chaos, might panic the defenders.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix throws several more duck bones in the air: “Fine! Well. I think thee
witless, but think on it a time. If wish thee, Sir Porkins, to put thy Honour
behind thy plan, then tell the Earl thyself. There are consequences to acting
rashly.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“So
you won't speak to the Earl with me?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“I
will stand with thee, Porkins,” says Sir Vandagild seriously, “but I will not
speak for thee. If you tell him thy plan, and the Earl wishes it, I will climb
the rope with thee.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Uhtred shrugs, and claps Vandagild on the shoulder, rocking him bodily: “Eh,
that’s the spirit. Give us something interesting to do, at least.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Porkins
thanks the men profusely, and leaves to prepare his proposition more
thoroughly.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“You
know,” Sir Elvorix starts quietly, “that if he persuades the Earl to do this
that many knights will die in the attempt.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
huffs a single laugh: “He will not, I do not worry. But if he does? Then we few
knights will have the glory of taking the castle! Would thee be such a knight,
Sir Elvorix; have thee the valour?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
sighs and shakes his head: “Valour I have, Sir Vandagild; but I also have not
been captured twice.”<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ The Madness Continues
__________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix is gently shaken awake by Porkins.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"What
do you want?"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“I
want the two libra. I care not if we do the plan, but I want the two libra! You
promised.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
looks closer now, in the dark; Porkins is dressed in full arms, with his sword.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
shrugs, wakes his squire, Vandimund, and they both suit up.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The cunning Roman takes in the moon; it is thin, and the night is dark.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Alright.
It's on your Honour, Porkins; the night wishes it so! If thinketh thee that halfway
is made, then you slide on down.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Porkins
nods curtly, determination on his face, and the three leave the camp: They are
questioned by Sentries, but Elvorix tells them to worry not the affairs of
knights.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
eager young knight leads them through the woods around the castle. They soon
enough reach the edge of the wood, near a frozen lake.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Promise
me,” Elvorix warns, “that if you can't make it, you won't pursue this any
further. But if you do, I'll stand beside you with the Earl.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Porkins
scoffs, “Fine, but it’s not even a promise because I’m definitely going to make
it, OK!?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
sighs.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
snow crunches as he runs off into the dark, soon beyond sight, soon beyond
sound. The bottom of the cliff is black as pitch; the warm light from atop the
promontory does not reach it.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix waits a while, hearing nothing. He is not nervous, and worries not for
the lad. He scans the black mass before him: The light is bad low, but the
Roman thinks he would be able to see the mad young knight if he were near the top.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Eventually,
midway up, Elvorix sees Sir Porkins, halfway up the rope, swaying and climbing.
He looks awkward and inefficient; the swaying knight looks to almost fall on
several occasions, smacking roughly into the side of the cliff...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Roman, with small concern, looks up. Some few men, and some faint voices,
approach the edge, atop the promontory. Down they look.. and they look... and
they walk away.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Eventually
Porkins returns. He is breathing heavily, but he reports in proudly.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Alright!
I did it!” he exclaims in an excited whisper, brushing away his fringe and
holding forth an open hand.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Fine.
And you still think it's a good idea? In the battle?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“I
mean… yeah! I could've gone up.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix sighs, and shakes his head, and starts the group back toward the camp
through the forest.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Porkins.
If you <i>had</i> made it, those three men would've cut you down.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“It
won't just be me! Besides, I could've cut them down!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Roman sighs again: “I will pay you, but you have to give this up.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“That
wasn't the deal!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Christ,
Porkins; you think you are in fighting shape right now?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“I
can fight!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Fine,”
Elvorix says, drawing his sword, “show me.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Porkins
looks at the armed man; Elvorix sets his feet in the frozen grass.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Porkins
fumbles at his sword a moment, before producing it quickly and finding his own
stance.<br />
<br />
Elvorix offers a simple thrust; a feint, on which Porkins bites hard; a second
later the younger man’s blade lies in the snow. Porkins looks down at his hand,
across to his sword, and back to Elvorix; the latter’s point rests on his
larynx.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“That's
not fair! I didn't think you were going to like.. try!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“I’m
<i>not</i> trying, Porkins. This is me taking it easy on you. So you don't hurt
yourself.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Roman flourishes his blade back its sheath.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Porkins
kicks at the snow in frustration, retrieving his arms and trudging off in a
huff.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Promise
me!” Elvorix calls after him.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
receives no promise; so he shrugs and follows the younger man back to camp,
where he writes the promissory note for two libra.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ The Final Test __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Over
the next few days, Sir Porkins doesn't approach either Vandagild or Uhtred, to
call on their escort to the Earl. The Aquitanian notes the man's coy behaviour
around the Roman, and inquires; he learns the story in brief from Elvorix.
Vandagild laughs.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“It’s
probably for the best.” Elvorix tells him. “Now, let’s get to training: We’ll
need to be in tip-top shape for the battle.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Are
we not?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
laughs; Vandagild follows, patting his slight belly; Summerland stew.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Well;
that aside: I gave the boy my word,” Vandagild begins, “But I should like to
test it myself before I commit to the idea.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix sighs again, and offers Vandagild a libra to climb the rope.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
isn't a gambling man, but the scarred Aquitanian wants to test it nonetheless;
he accepts. Of course, he at once seeks the permission of Sir Elad, his
commander, to leave the camp the next evening: He finds the man at his table,
planning the attack.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
explains the situation: Sir Porkins tells of a rope up the back of the castle;
he wants to see if the plan is at all viable and try climbing it in the evening
but, of course, requires the same permission he gave Sir Porkins to test it.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elad
is both busy, frustrated and now incredulous: “You… what? What in God’s name
are you talking about, Vandagild. Do not take the power of thy new status as
eschille commander to thy head; you do as I say; follow my orders.”<br />
<br />
“Of course, Sir, which is why I ask thee now.”<br />
<br />
“Denied. Wait: Porkins climbed this rope? When?”<br />
<br />
“Wh… I see. Several nights ago, Sir.”<br />
<br />
Sir Elad nods, stands sharply, and marches off into the camp: “Porkins?
Porkins! Here; Now!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
stands mutely a few moments, coughing to himself, before walking ashemdly back
to his camp.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
next day: Sir Porkins is sent home. Vandgaild sends him a letter of apology.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ Assaulting Devizes!
__________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">There
is no more talk of climbing the rope. Uhtred finds the whole thing rather
funny.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">After
breakfast, Roderick gathers and addresses his army:<br />
<br />
“Warriors of Salisbury: The walls are to be assaulted. Climb thee the ladder;
Do not thee slow down; If any are in thy way, kill them. And then <i>keep thee
moving forward</i>. The ram will defeat the gates; we will have our victory.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
gathered men are instilled with some confidence at the simple speech; Roderick
is a great war-leader, and the defenders of Summerland have had a rough winter.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Above:
The garrison have noticed the arrayed men; the walls is now fully-manned, a surprising
number of soldiers stand atop the walls, though most are neither well-equipped
nor physically impressive. Sir Uhtred volunteers at once to be in the first
charge, and the first wave. Sir Vandagild, bearer of many wounds, still not
fully healed, and only recently restored to freedom, is Prudent, taking his
normal place in the line. Sir Elvorix doesn't consider volunteering; he need
not die here.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The army is arrayed; men laugh to one another, spending nervous energy on dark
humour and bravado. Banners fly, and horns blare: A rumbling surge as the first
men of Salisbury advance in good order on the walls of Devizes.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uhtred
is on foot, here, bearing a ladder with many other men. Bolts fly out from the
walls; crossbows! The Wolves are unhit by the deadly barrage; many others have
less fortune; the thick bolts punch through the lesser armour of the infantry,
and some through the mail of the noble warriors among them; screams fly from
some; still others advance with dull grunts and stern silence, undeterred by
their impalement.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Rushing
forward, the hulking Uhtred plants his ladder heavily at the base of the wall;
two footmen are before him up the wall, but he climbs steadily behind them. A
single Summerlander spearmen stands atop the battlements there; though he
shoves and heaves he cannot push down the ladder - the weight of the gathered
men are too great! Instead, he readies himself, and quickly spears down the
first footmen with little trouble, and the second also falls. Sir Uhtred is
next in line, first knight to the parapets, his brilliant greataxe carried
easily in hand.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
defender, with the advantage of height, thrusts down hard and fast; the
ladder-borne Uhtred, so hampered, fails to swat aside the blow as he sets his
feet among the rungs, taking a shallow wound through his mail and into the
shoulder!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Meanwhile,
Sirs Elvorix and Vandagild, seeing men stumble and fall before them, struck
down by bolts and spears, take their own place on the ladders ahead, working
upward, holding the rungs tightly as wounded and dying men fall past them,
battering with the flailing bodies.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Uhtred, luring his man to overextend, lurches forward with terrible speed and
power, slipping the spear and whipping his foes head clean free; the spurting
thing tumbles into the massed men of Summerland, drenching those nearest in a
sanguine shower; Uhtred heaves himself swiftly into the breech!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">Sir
Vandagild, calling on his Loyalty to Roderick, for whom he fights this day,
takes a strong blow through his shield and mail from the sturdy spearman before
him, but holds his place on the ladder. Elvorix too, inspired by Roderick,
engages carefully, taking a jarring spear blow on his shield, catching him
wrong-footed, and sending him tumbling hard to the earth below!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ Blood and Battle! __________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Taking
the battlements, Sir Uhtred now battles two men atop the walls, hewing broadly
with his great-axe! His sweeping blows fall short of enemy flesh, earning him
another speartip, which is held out by the huge man's maille. Sir Vandagild
makes some ground, smiting his own spear-wielding foe, drawing a broad but
shallow wound through his collar and knocking him from his feet! The scarred Aquitanian
takes the opportunity to rush up the final rungs, setting feet atop the
rampart! Sir Elvorix, having reclaimed his place on the ladder, defends himself
ably but gains no ground…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
massive Uhtred, swarmed now by three soldiers, grits his teeth and roars as he
unleashes a terrible attack: Ignoring the meagre thrusts of the enemy infantry
and trusting instead to his sturdy mail, he lays about him with terrible
effect. As speartips entangle in his armour, he is irresistible: He hacks
through the first shield, and the man, who folds beneath the blow; a second
head is sent tumbling into the walls, and his third blow splits a man from
collar to belly.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"IS
THIS WHAT SUMMERLAND HAS TO OFFER!?!" he roars, drenched in the blood of
his foes and standing atop their lifeless flesh: Men around him shy from the
horrific display!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild too, battling now three smaller men on the wall, sets aside his own safety
to cut through the men around him: In seconds, two spearmen are dead or dying,
and the third is wounded sorely, the Aquitanian hewing and thrusting with
deadly precision!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix, still pushing up his ladder, is struck by a spear as he, forgoing his
own defence, thrust his blade upward: His blade knocks aside the humble shield,
and slides deep into the gut of the enemy footmen! He collapses, bleeding and
gurgling, to the floor and out of the fight. Elvorix rushed forth to stand too
on the walls!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Ha!
Now thee, Summerlanders; take thee finally what cometh to thee!"<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">More
men rush to swarm the relentless Wolves! Knights now rush to fill the growing
gaps in the defensive line, and Sirs Uhtred and Vandagild now face these elite
men atop the walls, each flanked by a pair of spearmen! Outnumbered, Sir Uhtred
cannot land his thundering blows against the two men beside him, and his
Knightly foe cuts hard into the huge man's flank: He grunts in pain, and growls
threateningly: "Finally, a man worth killing!"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild fights with balance and skill, carefully playing his shield among the
attacks of his foes, and countering as they extend: One spearman falls,
bleeding and gasping, as the Summerland knight and second spearmen each take
wounds from the Aquitanian’s flashing blade.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix, cursed with fay luck, wounds one footman, but loses his sword in a
strange twist, as it strikes a strange angle on the foe's shield!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Each
man fights now against three warriors! Elvorix against only footmen, while
knights beset the Aquitanian and Berroc-Saxon. But these warriors show well
their valour and skill; Though each man is struck in the ensuing battle, their
armour and footing both hold; spearmen are cut down by each, here and there,
and Uhtred too wounds the knight he battles!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">As
these three knights hold their breaks, and cut down the men around them, still
other men of Salisbury find now their own breaches. So pressed, and now losing
the advantage of their walls, the defenders start to break!<br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjthfnbNxhInJesXed3pGfO-CfyJK1Ap2ta7GFqFxwyBfsiMvYxbb0NPFeJWYcKu9GcXc3VatDhLPLXAOSHde9Smq6Ns38GLq9wRIGRjGGKFMyVZZaCUeIS2sFj2H2V3WRvEUHCCrRMBzT7rMR1PopjTYlBNEDtIJ8Srhl2uLCJ7M5hyjEEPzd6cCr0DA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="990" data-original-width="990" height="443" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjthfnbNxhInJesXed3pGfO-CfyJK1Ap2ta7GFqFxwyBfsiMvYxbb0NPFeJWYcKu9GcXc3VatDhLPLXAOSHde9Smq6Ns38GLq9wRIGRjGGKFMyVZZaCUeIS2sFj2H2V3WRvEUHCCrRMBzT7rMR1PopjTYlBNEDtIJ8Srhl2uLCJ7M5hyjEEPzd6cCr0DA=w443-h443" width="443" /></a></span></div><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><br /><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Aquitanian carefully presses his advantage: The footman at his feet is too
slow to escape, and Vandagild mercifully demands that he surrender. The man can
control neither his fear nor bowels, and the hunter, kicking his spear away,
bids a nearby soldier to secure him. Sir Elvorix executes his stumbling foe
mercilessly, and Sir Uhtred lustful for the battle and flushed with the
adrenaline of his wounds, hacks two fleeing footmen in half! Further, his
magnificent antique axe slams heavily once more into the wounded Summerland
knight as he scrambles free of the devastating melee; the man lives to escape
the walls, but with nowhere to go, he will soon face capture, and the Earl’s
wrath.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
brutal fighting moves down into the streets of the castle, the men advance
rapidly; none of the Wolves take the opportunity to loot the houses and shops
of the people within; focusing instead on consolidating their victory on the
walls. The gate soon bursts open, and more Salisbury men burst into the town
through the breach. Once more, ladders are brought forth, and pressed high onto
the second round of walls.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Though
the defenders rally once more atop this second fortification, the knights of
Salisbury have the momentum. Sir Elvorix is swift in his assault; he is first atop
the new ladders and cuts down his defending footmen at once. He is among the
first to make it up and over the wall, while other men struggle to overcome
defenders, and cuts down several soldiers as he fights to inner-gatehouse. Sir Uhtred
struggles to overcome a determined foe atop the second wall; felling him after
a prolonged battle but unable to reach the gatehouse in any significant fashion.
Sir Vandagild is only shortly behind his Roman friend, battling swiftly to join
him in overcoming the gatehouse, where the two men kill the exhausted defenders
and raise the inner gate, precipitating a mass surrender and great victory!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">With
the defences gone, the men of Summerland surrender! The siege is won! The
commander of the garrison emerges from the tower within, and ceremoniously
passes command to Earl Roderick. The Earl, in his pride, takes several knights
prisoner and executes them; they had their chance to surrender and the savage
treatment of siege defenders in this era is well known.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
men of Salisbury celebrate their victory within the walls, the wounded are
treated while others tell grim but joyous stories of their exploits and
injuries.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
following day, as the gathered forces consolidate their victory, a messenger
arrives from Sarum: King Uther is coming to Sarum for Easter, and Prince Madoc
recruits for raids against the Saxons in Essex…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">King Arthur Pendragon 5.2<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Images by Midjourney, which I use with some moral uncertainty.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Thanks to my fellow players and GM for being good at this game.</span></p>Trent_Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07027231462282970568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468481237476887643.post-60344117391825561452022-12-21T00:46:00.007-08:002022-12-21T01:32:07.895-08:00The Heirs of Britain - Game Nineteen<p> </p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 24pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Heirs of Britain</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 24pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Session </span></b><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 20pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">19: 486, The Duel for
Devizes</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 13.5pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Session 19: 486, Northern
Salisbury __________</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">The
muster is typical for Salisbury: Most knights are there, with the notable and
grievous absence of Sir Iwan the Modest. Sir Cadel is here, and looks well: The
enigmatic knight’s gear and attire are well-kept this day, and his face less
sunken. Sir Vandagild points him out: Enormous Uhtred notes that the man’s clothing, though modest, is excellently tailored and fitted; his Worldly experience informs him that this kind of craftsmanship doesn't really exist in Salisbury; this too, he conveys. The mystery of that strange knight thickens.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">Sir
Elvorix notes that the muster is a little short, bringing knowing nods from his
Aquitanian friend, though neither can tell who is missing. Inquiring, they hear
only that, as part of this muster, the Duke Gorlois of Cornwall has sent men to
harass the Summerlanders on the Cornish border; through this manoeuvre, the
cunning Gorlois and Roderick hope to draw the foe’s soldiers away from the real
fight.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif; text-align: center;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">As
has become tradition since Parisium, the good Earl Roderick knights several
squires before the battle; this includes Uhtred, who towers over his fellow
squires and knights (Size 22!). Uhtred is a Berroc-Saxon, as his stature
suggests, and he thus favours a long-hafted Dane Axe over the traditional blade
and shield of his colleagues. As the butt rests in the dirt, the blade stands
above the head of most men. His particular weapon is exceptional: Some antique
from the continent, a Germanic masterwork of generational quality. The
damascened blade is a work of art.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">As
a man: Uhtred has a nasty streak, which his companions hope dearly reserved for
his enemies. Though his size and strength impress, he is not a dextrous
warrior. He is famed for his Chastity, Justice, and Valour. Fond, too, of sharp
humour, his Deceitful streak too is well known, though his constant lies are
mostly wrought for the dark humour discovered behind them.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">This
man, Uhtred, kneels before the Earl, still almost eye-to-eye; Roderick slaps
him in the face:</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">“Let
this be the last blow that thy taketh without recourse.”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">Thus,
the shield, spurs, and sword, are granted to he, and the man is told to rise to
his imposing height. There is decent cheer, but the ceremony pales in
comparison to those knightings that occurred under Aurelius. These times offer
less cause for such joy.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">Sirs
Vandagild and Elvorix congratulate their companion, whom they have known for
years as the squire of Sir Iwan the Modest. He grunts in assent.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Mending the Fractured Lance
__________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
looks around, brow a-furrow. He carries some unexplained agitation.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Roman comes beside Sir Vandagild, who gently takes his shoulder in quiet
solidarity.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sighing,
Elvorix now notes the sharp absence of Iwan's fine steed and calming presence.
Vandagild squeezes, briefly embracing his fine friend; they share a moment of
grief.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"We
will fight well, for our fallen friend. May God guide our hands.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
quiet moment lingers, before it is broken by the approaching Earl:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Sir
Vandagild” Comes the steady voice, drawing that knight to attention, "I
wanted to once more extend to thee my condolence. Knoweth well, do I, how close
were thee to Sir Iwan. But his death hath brought more trouble than just
heartache to those who loved him; there lingers now a gap in my army. I appoint
thee, Sir Vandagild, to fill it: I nominate thee leader of this Eschille.” <br />
<br />
“Sir Uhtred”, he continues, turning so, “thou are to join this formation; Sir Vandagild
is thy lord in battle; follow him.”<br />
<br />
“And Vandagild, follow ye me; I expect ye already know that.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uhtred
nods, and Sir Vandagild bows, with brief words of gratitude and promise.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Earl nods, holding each man’s gaze a moment, and strides off to other business.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix, though of similar claim to the role, has no jealousy: He quickly and
warmly congratulates Sir Vandagild. The latter offers a half-smile for he
wishes the promotion were under better circumstance. He would rather follow
Iwan.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Well”
replies Elvorix, “be’est that as it may: Among the living I would have no other
lead us into battle." </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
bows in gratitude and modesty.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix now joins hands with mighty Uhtred; he is glad the man is on his side;
for he would hate bring battle to the son of a Giant! Uhtred’s face darkens,
his hatred for those enormous monsters, who so recently killed his Lord and
friend Sir Iwan the Modest, conquers his love of joke. Elvorix laughs off the
scowl, but finds quick reason to stand elsewhere.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ The March to Devizes
__________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Knights, still called the Wolves of Logres, approach Devizes Castle.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Scouts
ride and report, and the Salisbury muster forms to battle lines: A massed
Summerlander force is before them!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Rumours
swirl: A Knight Riding atop a Green Horse leads the head of the mysterious
force. This man is known to the older and more learned knights: Sir Melwas, the
Sword of Summerland.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Earl works his flags and horns, and his eager men respond, keenly manoeuvring
to gain advantage over the field. Roderick’s leadership is the better; and he brings
his line to abut the walls of Devizes, closer than his men expect, well within
the reach of enemy shafts. Though some mutter, they believe in Red-Blooded
Roderick, and they trust that he knows some secrets of the garrison. Thus,
through his keen manoeuvring, it is the noble forces of Salisbury that earn
themselves the opportunity to charge!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
knights of Summerland scramble to be in position; Sir Vandagild finds
opportunity for the Wolves charge a formation of enemy knights!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Beside
him, Sir Elvorix, heart still swollen at the loss of Iwan, and now riding under
the command of his good friend, summons the passion of his loyalty to
Companions. Sir Uhtred, eager to impress in his first battle, tightens his grip
on his brilliant Dane-axe, fighting crushingly for the loyalty to his Lord! Sir
Vandagild glances not his colleagues, but only at Melwas, and spies real or
not, fae markings on the livery and arms of his foes: It is rage that drives
him now, these men who so allow themselves to fall willing pawns to evil Fae
tricks. Godless mannequins! Changelings! Suffer thee at the irresistible hand
of Godly men!<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ Charge! __________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The rumbling thunder of hundreds of galloping horses, like the warning thunder of
stormclouds yet unbroken… and then, the terrible rip and snap of lightning, as
lances plunge healthy young men into wretched oblivion. Screams, horsely cries,
wet ripping, and dying chokes fill the air. The crunching sound of fallen men
trampled.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">In
the chaos, the Roman gets the better of his youthful foe: His practiced lance punches
through the Summerlander’s maille, who tumbles from his steed with a thudding
gasp. He urgently scrambles to his feet, wounded sorely, and glances around in
a near panic. Elvorix turns his steed and, so inspired, charges once more into
his hapless foe! Galloping back, the young knight is barely back to keenness
before the Roman’s long blade rips up through his foe, wedging into the back of
his neck and ripping the helmet into the air! The Summerlander corpse collapses
into a wet mess.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild too hits his younger foe, but the desperate young Summerlander takes
the worst on his shield, wounded but keeping his saddle. For long moments the
two battle, the Aquitanian showing greater skill, but unable to defeat the
man’s shield and maille.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uhtred,
wielding his axe in two thick hands, sweeps the terrible weapon into his older foe,
slipping aside a skilfully thrusting lance; the heavy blow rips through chain
and flesh, but the veteran Summerlander keeps his saddle! Sir Uhtred grits his
teeth, relentlessly pressing his advantage, laughing at the terror of his
smaller foe. He lands his blow again, but it is not the telling blow he hoped!
The foe keeps his steed again, but with two deep wounds, he shows growing
concern…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Needeth
thee a break, old man!?" - no response, only another chop of a
Summerlander blade.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Lances
shattering, a single great-axe whirling among the knights; the Salisbury line
enjoys similar success to the Wolves, though men on both sides fall! Alas, the
men of Summerland have more knights, and this advantage now starts to show as
some of Salisbury battle two foes…<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ The Mangling of Maille
__________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix, fresh from his quick victory, is at once pressed by a pair of more
senior Summerlanders: One perhaps in his prime, notable among his own
colleagues. He narrows his eyes, keen to fight well and keep these foes busy
while his friends tackle theirs; perhaps these knights engaged him for the
Roman’s gruesome display against their own companion? Regardless, they engage
with swords drawn! The Roman fights well, but these knights are not green -
they both overcome his sword, but not the best of his armour!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Beside
him, Sir Vandagild unhorses his foe, his heavy thrust driving the younger man
from his rearing steed and cutting into his fae-touched flesh; the ailing knight
hits the ground hard, but lurches clumsily to his feet still ready to fight. Sir
Uhtred continues chopping at his foe, but once more, miraculously, the maille holds!
The huge power of the hulking Berroc, well known among his sparring partners, has
yet to manifest in the engagement...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix is pressed hard; once more his two foes, working well together,
overcome his broadly flashing blade: And woe! His fine sword is sent tumbling
from his hand as the notable knight strikes home! Sir Elvorix holds his steed,
but the small wounds are amassing. Blood trickles down both arms, and the edges
of his vision darken. Nearby, Sir Vandagild bears down on the dismounted knight
before him; he slams aside the enemy's shield, and with a back-cut cleanly
separates the foe’s head from shoulder.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uhtred,
to his weakening opponent: "I have to give thee credit, old-man! Be’est
thee a tenacious foe!"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">And
with that, he slams his huge weapon home once more; jerking the enemy's shield
aside with a heavy pull and ripping the blade back, tearing open the man's
throat. The veteran summerlander tumbles, gasping and torrenting blood, to die
in the dirt.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">As
the battle rages on, the eschille’s manoeuvring, engaging and disengaging,
battling enemy footmen as they each keep track of their knightly foes. Neither
side has taken many losses, the robust armour of the Britons making telling
blows uncommon.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild takes his chance to survey the battle: From the flank, a formation of
knights emerge: A full eschille, which slams with full head into Sir Melwas
left flank. Sirs Vandagild and Elvorix recognise the banner: Sir Brastias! The
forces are equalled!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">With
their foes fallen; Sirs Uhtred and Vandagild turn to each other; the younger
man calls first – “Go! Help Elvorix, I'll fight the newer foe!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix fights defensively, re-arming with the help of squire Vandimund, while calling
to his friend’s aid. Sir Vandagild engages the notable knight, who slashes at
both Salisbury men, trying to put the hard-pressed Roman away!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Elvorix!”
the Aquitanian calls back, already riding hard, “I come! Hold!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
passionate hunter thrusts his blade deep into the skilled enemy’s rib, driving
him irresistibly from his steed! The shocked Summerlander thuds hard upon the
ground, smashing his head and unconscious!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">From
the lines, another Summerlander knight engages Uhtred, ripping his sword into
the young man's shoulder, driving broken links of maille into his broad muscle.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ The Sword of Summerland
__________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A
great green steed manoeuvres deftly among the men of Salisbury nearby: The
rider, Sir Melwas, wreaks wretched, fae-touched havoc with his grey blade! While
the rest of his forces take losses, the Sword of Summerland carves a swathe
through the good men of Roderick.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild clunks Elvorix, now fighting on even terms, with his shield:
"Hold, Elvorix! Yonder demon calls for my wrath; I will be back!" he growls,
nodding toward the enemy champion by explanation. The Aquitanian, enraged, spurs
his horse away from his friend’s battle, avoiding the Summerlanders slashing
parting stroke! Sir Elvorix takes advantage of the man's distraction, whipping
his sword into the foe's head, denting the helmet, cutting his brow, and
knocking him from his steed! But still, the man lives! Beside him, Sir Uhtred
gets a good cut into the side of his foe; he winces but continues the battle!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"We
meet again!" Sir Vandagild growls, as Sir Melwas turns to meet him.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Sword of Summerland is clad in exceptional maille, and his face maintains a
still, eerie calm. He glances briefly, systematically, methodically landing his
blows on a falling foe, and soon calmly readied for the hate-filled Aquitanian’s
assault.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEixZr1eFv4KpUdVBL0eEzu_W2nUN0scivjEUDE-YZHr816krJbnz4cQztR_tLPvQQK386CE6bvFrbK5eP_CdM1zOmbow4HpnsqZtD6Fvuu5RyjSFCQJo0fqC0Sask2JasOYDwLCJvtNWNKJfPhwDJXUWLyX2LbT0ne97KTCispW6qFlol40v2C1AAOeIg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black;"><img alt="" data-original-height="418" data-original-width="693" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEixZr1eFv4KpUdVBL0eEzu_W2nUN0scivjEUDE-YZHr816krJbnz4cQztR_tLPvQQK386CE6bvFrbK5eP_CdM1zOmbow4HpnsqZtD6Fvuu5RyjSFCQJo0fqC0Sask2JasOYDwLCJvtNWNKJfPhwDJXUWLyX2LbT0ne97KTCispW6qFlol40v2C1AAOeIg" width="320" /></span></a></div><br /><br /></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">But
the manoeuvre is folly; Sir Vandagild, in his spiteful, furious rush, is
impeded by the churning men of the battlefield, and cannot commit his full
skill to the first engagement. The Aquitanian’s face is twisted in rage at this
Fae Foe; Sir Melwas, in complete serenity, a polar opposite.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild fears not the man’s power; he trusts his armour, resilience, and
horsemanship; and he cannot allow this fiend to live a moment longer. His
warrior-mind calculates in an instant; his best chance is aggression. Thus,
ignoring the warning feints and sharp point of Melwas’ blade, he angles for his
own perfect strike: The Aquitanian raises his weapon high, to strike second, an
irresistible blow that will whip the demon-touched head from its cursed
shoulders.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">But
Sir Melwas is enchanted, and God wishes Vandagild some trial: The Sword of
Summerland misses not his opportunity; his own long thrust indeed lands first,
and lands well: The blade cuts too keenly, too deeply, slicing through the
man-made maille, to the hilt, into Vandagild's side; not a powerful blow as the
Aquitanian knew, but a perfectly placed one, and guided with foul magic. Though
he does not feel the blade, Vandagild knows of it; for his arms at once weaken,
and his own blow never lands.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">The
Aquitanian’s red his eyes lock those tranquil pale orbs in Melwas’ face; and as
grey mist sneaks into the edges, sword tumbling from a dangling fist, he sights
down to the blade in his rib. In the hilt is set an enormous, impossible, green
jewel in the hilt; it is too brilliant for this world, and it absorbs the light
around it. The blade itself he sees, as it pulls cleanly from his rib; it is a
dull grey, unable to shine beside such a magnificent thing as the stone. Vandagild
scowls weakly, still vile, and falls to the dirt, unconscious.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ A Battle is Won __________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Riding
down his unhorsed foe, Sir Elvorix leans low from his horse, driving his blade
through the enemy's helmet; it takes him a moment to prise the ruined helm from
his blade. Sir Uhtred lands another blow, once more uncommonly gentle, but
enough to knock the man from his steed.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Alas,
squire Atticus, still busy securing the unconscious notable knight, Vandagild’s
earlier conquest, cannot help the Aquitanian escape; the wounded man is captured.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Though
Casualties mount on both sides; the battle is in the balance; Sirs Myles and
Porkins still fight beside their eschille companions! Sir Elvorix rides to
assist the latter, who has already once wounded his man. The Roman and his
former squire both land blows, but the enemy holds firm; deflecting Porkin's
blow with his shield as Elvorix cuts deep. Uhtred charges past his dismounted
foe, cleanly cutting him in two through the abdomen!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Roman berates Porkins for attacking the foe's shield, demonstrating the better
technique: Elvorix's blade thrusts into the Summerlander's eye, and a bloody
fountain follows as he pulls it free. "You'll have to teach me that some
other time!" Porkins calls! Elvorix winks, and rides off. Uhtred rides
after the withdrawing foe, trying to bear down on an evading knight! He
outmanoeuvres the man who, separated from his foes, wisely surrenders to Sir Uhtred.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
two Wolves of Logres continue to battle the forces of Summerland, smashing
infantry formations, driving knights away, and consolidating the growing
advantage of Salisbury. Though Melwas is an unnatural terror, he cannot be
everywhere at once. Soon enough, the Prince of Summerland quits the field,
pulling such men as he has away and toward the forest.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ A Battle is Won __________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Earl
Roderick takes stock: He has lost some knights, but winning the battle has
lessened the casualties and captured. Sir Vandagild, alas, is not among the
knights recovered.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Aquitanian regains consciousness in the company of Summerland Knights and
priests, who retreat back to Summerland. Vandagild, still enraged by the Fae
around him, spits bloody insults at his captors. Despite this, he is surprised by
the reasonable and, honestly, good treatment by his hated foe - he is given
good food, water, and medical treatment.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Meanwhile,
Salisbury settles his army in to siege Devizes. At once he calls for the
defenders to surrender; they do not. The men of Salisbury start to encamp
around the castle. Sir Brastias is still there with his Cornish Knights.
Roderick is happy to see him; several wounded are being treated in the rear,
and many Summerland Knights are held captive. Sir Elvorix is surprised that the
foe did not surrender; clearly the Salisbury force is the better, and by
choosing to hold so long they are offering themselves for death and slaughter
when finally the bastion falls.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
siege continues, as sieges do.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Several
weeks later, Sir Melwas reappears, once more on the hill of his first battle,
and once more a sizeable army is at his back; not quite as large as the first,
but still large. The men of Salisbury murmur; how muster he this force? So many
were slain and captured…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A
rider is sent forth from his lines, wearing the livery of Cadwy. Notably,
previous messengers did not bear this heraldry. The messenger rides forth
confidently, directly to Roderick’s tent; knights of Salisbury, of course ride
forth, blades drawn, to escort him safely forth.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
rider calls forth: He addresses the Knights of Salisbury; and calls Roderick by
his full set of epithets; compliments he offers, knowing well that Roderick is
a noble and just man. He continues, for some time, filling the tense void with
kind words and politicking.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Soon,
Roderick grumpily thrusts open the flap of his tent and steps forth to hear.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“King
Cadwy offers an accord, in order to avoid bloodshed, and a costly winter siege.
In exchange for Devizes, Earl Roderick shall renounce all claims on lands
further into Summerland's territory. Moreover, Earl Roderick shall release a
member of his family to be kept as a ward, and to be educated in the ways of
Summerland.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix scoffs at once: “Pft! Ridiculous. Time, be it, to kill the messenger?”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Uhtred nods simply by his side: “It is time to drive Summerland into the sea”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix scans the arrayed forces: The numbers seem even, with Brastias at the Salisbury
side. The Roman is confident Roderick would destroy the foe once more. Sir Uhtred
notes that they do have the hill; and they could charge into the camp
presently. Moreover, Salisbury's forces are not arrayed in battle lines; Uhtred
is not so confident as his senior companion. Still, he shrugs and says this:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Eh.
From swampy land to Summer Point, all of Summerland will become part of
Salisbury.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
hefts his masterwork axe, appreciating its weight and edge.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Silence in the camp fades, as other knights start to murmur, mostly about the
demands set by Summerland. Finally, the Earl himself speaks; his chest swells
as he does:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Sooner
would I see my family burned at the stake, before I relinquish my claims to
Summerland, and thee, dishonorable bunch!" He spits on the floor.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Now
begone, wretch! Lest my knights arrest thee proper!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix cheers, and other men beside join his proud chorus!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">From
atop the Hill, Sir Melwas awaits the return of his messenger and, after a brief
consultation, retreats; he does not charge down the hill and crush the
disarrayed forces. Perhaps the force was a trick? Some fae magic wrought to
dishearten the men of Salisbury? Still, there are relieved men in the ranks of
Salisbury.</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Siege continues into the fall. Roderick asks for additional time beyond their
obligation. Most Knights give it eagerly. Sir Cadel is among those that leaves.
Brastias withdraws, but he intends to send more knights to replace the men of
Cornwall. Sir Elvorix sighs, sending a letter to Prince Madoc - we are fighting
the Summerlanders, and we must delay our hunting trip until next year. The
Roman opts to stay, but summons his wife, Lady Diane, to the front. He wishes
for a son. The difficult nature of the war camp somewhat impedes their efforts.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uhtred
volunteers to stay eagerly.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ A Magical Mystery Tour
__________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">As
Winter comes, Summerland's camp is disbanded. Sir Vandagild, still captive with
some small number of fellow men, spends most of his time healing and praying.
Though he knows not well the holy words of Arian Christianity, he has been
spending many hours with the erstwhile Father Perticus. The British Christian
exorcist resides now, by Vandagild’s request, in the Church of St. Amphibalus,
constructed in the Aquitanian’s own lands at his own expense. Thus, the two men
often share words, Holy and otherwise. Thus, Vandagild prays in the more
well-known phrases of British Christianity, which he can bring more easily to
mind. He asks God for protection against Fae Sorcery, the strength to heal, and
the opportunity for vengeance.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">As he rests, scowling and restrained, Sir Vandagild watches the lands of Cadwy roll past. He expects more and stranger things; but though they march past some bogs, these lands seem unexpectedly normal. A trick, no doubt, to deceive the Godly outsiders. Finally, they traverse a vast swamp, where he and the other captives are brought to a castle. A giant marsh stretches to the horizon, spanned by a huge bridge that leads to a grand bastion, which sits sturdy among the reeds and swamp-water. He scoffs: Clearly it is daft to build a castle in a swamp, but they have built it just the same. His opinion of them lowers, incredulously. He has heard of this castle: It is known as The Castle of the Great Bridge.</span></p><div data-reddit-rtjson="{"entityMap":{},"blocks":[{"key":"abka4","text":"As he rests, scowling and restrained, Sir Vandagild watches the lands of Cadwy roll past. He expects more and stranger things; but though they march past some bogs, these lands seem unexpectedly normal. A trick, no doubt, to deceive the Godly outsiders. Finally, they traverse a vast swamp, where he and the other captives are brought to a castle. A giant marsh stretches to the horizon, spanned by a huge bridge that leads to a grand bastion, which sits sturdy among the reeds and swamp-water. He scoffs: Clearly it is daft to build a castle in a swamp, but they have built it just the same. His opinion of them lowers, incredulously. He has heard of this castle: It is known as The Castle of the Great Bridge.","type":"unstyled","inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}}]}"></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Within
the long hall, a very, very old man rests comfortably on the throne. Beside
him, and all down the hall, great stone pillars hold up the high, ornate roof. Between
the pillars and the wall are pools of water; each is somehow illuminated from
beneath, causing watery shadows to dance about the room in beautiful,
intriguing patterns; aquamarine, cerulean and shadowy cyan twirl slow, dancing
turns about the ceiling. There is but one fireplace, a haven of warm light.
Judging from the banners, and grandeur, this must be King Cadwy himself. It
smells, in this hall, of healthy, living moor; soft earthy tones, fresh herbs,
and kind frogs. The scene is beautiful, calming, and serene. Sir Vandagild
hates it.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
voice from the throne, unlike that of the other Lords of Logres, is a quiet,
modest one, softened with age and calm.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">It
asks this: "Will ye abide by the rules of Hospitality in this, my
home?"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
thinks a moment: He knows Cadwy is a noble, and given rightful lordship of this
Land by the king. And the man has him at advantage. Unlike the demonic beaver, the
Aquitanian hunter respects this man's claim to Hospitality. Moreover, he must
bide his time until his freedom can be gained.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
replies slowly, carefully: “So long as no Fae trickery wieldeth thee, to
undermine my will and senses, I will abide by Hospitality.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
king nods slowly; the nearby men release the Aquitanian’s bonds.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
King’s soft, calm voice breathes forth once more: “If triest thou to leave, my
men will not put thee to the sword; but this is a manner of Honour. I hope, as
a man of Roderick, that thou still havest thine. I, at least, keep my word.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild nods, half turning to leave, but not:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Captured,
hath I”, the Aquitanian adds, “a knight of thine; a man, if men thou do lead,
of notable form and arms, it seems. Seek Earl Roderick: A good man, and man
indeed. I urge thee: Trade thy vassal’s freedom for mine; I wish not dwell here.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
turns away: Striding tall, whispering prayer, he glanceth not to the
fae-touched pools at his flanks. The Salisbury knight is henceforth given fine meals
and a place to sleep and, more presently, released to freely wander the strange halls of the Castle of the Great Bridge…<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">King
Arthur Pendragon 5.2<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Image
from: <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Ywain-Gawain.JPG">https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Ywain-Gawain.JPG</a><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Trent_Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07027231462282970568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468481237476887643.post-15751255024480286742022-11-17T20:12:00.006-08:002022-11-17T20:12:40.294-08:00The Heirs of Britain - Game Eighteen<p> </p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Heirs of Britain</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Session </span></b><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 20.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">18: 486, You Have
Goat to be Kidding Me…</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 13.5pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Session 18: 486, Northern
Salisbury __________</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> <br /><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Returning
to patrol the north of Salisbury, the Wolves spot their counterparts from
Summerland; a patrol of knights from that fae-touched realm. The latter retreat
at the sight of Roderick’s Glorious men! A small victory; the stature of the
Wolves of Logres no doubt precedes them. Sir Elvorix shouts jeers; Vandagild
pisses on the ground where we found them. Victory! The knights return to the
road.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Shortly
thereafter does present an aged man, clad in beard, stink and tattered furs.
Clearly the man has not bathed in a time, and he approaches the knights with a
strange confidence. He opens his foetid maw, bestowing the warriors with a
strange smile full of weird, gross teeth. The knights halt, sharing curious
glances; the old man sits now on the ground before them.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Knights:
Wouldst thou be willing to help an old man out yonder?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Iwan:
Yes. Elvorix: Yea, we are honour-bound to do so!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Grand!
For I have lost my goat, and have not the energy to find it. Yonder it went, up
thine hill here; alas, the slope is too steep for these old bones. Wouldst thou
be so kind…? It is my largest goat, and I need it returned...”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
three Knights assent, each for their own reasons, and ride carefully up the
hill; atop it stands a large goat.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg9YGc_l4FLuuHAPorWLt62Q9OMF1tIdJDZaByMAP9Z_uaWp4bjJXnReir-KkkY5hL-qa8jWUC-fEnDe1uimdKFZBCYM5yiaK7HyXt6keEhM_al8HcIquseryC-FeroYRWZ-GHM6t59_DCbhJ88UQV7aJVx4Q5ElNBJtijqJIIm9coFrg8dL7DKpcAJIg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="688" data-original-width="672" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg9YGc_l4FLuuHAPorWLt62Q9OMF1tIdJDZaByMAP9Z_uaWp4bjJXnReir-KkkY5hL-qa8jWUC-fEnDe1uimdKFZBCYM5yiaK7HyXt6keEhM_al8HcIquseryC-FeroYRWZ-GHM6t59_DCbhJ88UQV7aJVx4Q5ElNBJtijqJIIm9coFrg8dL7DKpcAJIg" width="234" /></a></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><br />Very</span></i><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">
large. Almost the size of a cow.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild’s
eyes narrow, and he shoots a glance at once back down the hill. Famously
suspicious of Fae, the enormous size of this beast raises his hackles.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
scarred hunter draws his sword, rasping to Elvorix at his side, who reaches for
a rope: “Elvorix! Be cautious; remember thee the Beaver-Demon! This fiend is
too large for some earthly beast…”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
sighs, telling the vengeful hunter to put his sword away.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“I
will do no such thing!”, he spits back, locking eyes on the unholy monster and
carefully urging Deadwind to take its flank .</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix slowly approaches with his rope; Sir Iwan ambles along beside him.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Goat locks eyes with the flanking foe; the hunter holds its demonic gaze for a
moment...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">It
snorts once; Vandagild’s eyes narrow further.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">With
no further warning, the hulking animal whips around, fleeing at a pace in the
opposite direction!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">At
once, Sir Elvorix is after it, Sir Iwan at his side!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild too spurs his horse by instinct - he will not see his quarry
escape... but! He reins the charger in, turn down hill: There he spies the old
man, still seated.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Knave!”
he calls to the Demon Wrangler, “What manner of giant demon beast have thee
summoned!?” <br />
<br />
“…Waaaat?” the confused and distant reply.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
watches the man with spite, snarling with frustration: “Hold thy place,
villain! If thou be not here when I return, I promise to God I will bring thee thy
justice!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Whaaaaat!?!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
gestures at him, some effort to convey the message ‘hold thy position at pain
of death’; he turns Deadwind again, spurring him hard after his pursuing
companions. If a demon is to be captured, he will not let his friends do it
alone!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Thus,
Sirs Iwan and Elvorix pursue the beast closely, Sir Vandagild shortly
behind. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
closer men spot the behemoth darting through the thickening trees of a nearby
copse. Alas, the dense terrain foils their horsemanship, and they lose sight of
the fleeing goat. Nonetheless, they follow its heavy tracks, darting quickly through
the trees, dodging low branches and keeping their steeds as they do.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
beast bounds through a large hedgerow, the two knights keenly behind; they urge
their great steeds to leap the shrubbery, shielding their faces from the twigs
and branches. Beyond: A larger clearing, with fewer brambles on the ground.
There they spy the goat, which is still as a statue having skidded to a halt.
It looks up; very up; frozen in fear.<br /></span><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif; text-align: center;"> </span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Big Goat, Bigger Problems
__________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A
great hand, broader than a charger, reaches down from on high, clutching the hapless
goat and lifting it high in the air: A giant! The monster is enormous, three
times the height of a normal man! It looks hungrily at the thrashing beast in
its hand, but turns slowly its great head toward the two knights and their
lathered steeds. Flecks of nauseating mess spit from its mouth as it breathes.
The behemoth is grotesque. Its right eye is somehow split, and there lay two
eyes: Each takes in the men before it, but it does not move to action…<br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="mso-no-proof: yes;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhH1-e64eWw5xd0hf-LbM9zsjDi4b_PzFzIBgqfHFGT8YYO84aoblctbGUjoSN2b_4T4lqWI4ofRxqonKoU5aUpDqP3D8zEllXS1Kn6F7ZpJe9keWpTOlpKQmFeZm5r6pYFz6AhjAKQia_mVWYAVm-6L9trmUhopWWRCun4X86PyeEITxyzENfkLjjvjA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="404" data-original-width="221" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhH1-e64eWw5xd0hf-LbM9zsjDi4b_PzFzIBgqfHFGT8YYO84aoblctbGUjoSN2b_4T4lqWI4ofRxqonKoU5aUpDqP3D8zEllXS1Kn6F7ZpJe9keWpTOlpKQmFeZm5r6pYFz6AhjAKQia_mVWYAVm-6L9trmUhopWWRCun4X86PyeEITxyzENfkLjjvjA" width="131" /></a><br /><br /></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix shoots Sir Iwan a wide-eyed stare: He opens his mouth to speak, but
saying nothing in his shock. The handsome Cymric knight returns the stare,
raising a questioning eyebrow. Sir Elvorix gestures to his sword: Sir Iwan
nods, and they both draw their trusty blades. They look up to the foe:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
goat is no longer in the giant's hand: “BLLAAA-AAAA-AAA-AAAAA!” comes the cry!
It hurtles through the air, the enormous beast winged with great strength, aimed
unerringly at Sir Iwan; the missile bleats in terror!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
hulking, airborne goat slams into the shocked knight, who brings his shield
high to cushion the blow! The flailing beast does not knock him from his horse,
as he skilfully twists in his saddle, laying deeply back against the rump of
hit steed!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Oof!
I... I think yon Giant threw a goat at me!? I… think my nose broken!"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Lo!
Then let us hurl ourselves right back! Chaaarge!" The two men spur their
steeds!</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ To See the Wood for the
Tree… __________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild, delayed from his harassment of the elderly, sees only the limping goat
trampling rapidly back through the shrub, angling swiftly to avoid his pursuit.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"I
have the monster! I have it!” He calls, to the companions he assumes pursue
nearby.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Deeper,
his two friends call forth their battle-cries! Alas, the normally sharp Sir
Vandagild is caught now in the thrill of the chase, and he finds not the
difference between the call of the hunt and the call of war! Onward he rides, confident
his friends hunt behind him and quite unaware of their plight. His excellent
horsemanship leads Deadwind precisely through the wood, bringing him swiftly
alongside the wily demon…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Aquitanian’s galloping steed rides up hard beside the huge goat.... the man grabs
its shaggy, wooly scruff, firm but unhindering, and with strong knees rides swiftly
beside it... a broad Oak looms thick before the careering entanglement of men
and beasts, and this is his target. The entwined pair speed onward for the tree
- the goat tries to step rapidly to the left to slip past it, but Sir
Vandagild, counter-steering Deadwind, wrenches it back firmly, and timely! The
beast slams into the unyielding trunk at full speed, folding its great body
around the width of it and skidding to a halt in the dirt. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild,
cheering, slows Deadwind, bringing him around; he scans the defeated,
unconscious goat and nods satisfactorily. The talented hunter calls for Atticus
to tie the groggy beast, raising his arms in victory over the elusive demon-goat!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
giant rips a tree from the ground; clods and dirt shower the field! Sirs
Elvorix and and Sir Iwan draw their blades, spurring hard their steeds to cut
down the towering monster!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Lo!
The skilled knights are mistime by the haste of their foe: The giant steps
forward, a half-skip, sweeping the great tree through them both! Each man can
do little but bring his shield to the fore, as the improbable stave rips them
both from their saddles! The knights are crushed, their sturdy maille helping
but little against the terrible blow; they fly, as leaves in the wind, tumbling
to a halt near the edge of the clearing. Each man is conscious still, barely,
and slowly pulls himself to his feet.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">In
two steps, the giant towers over the. A final glance; each man takes in his
good friend, bloodied, companions for life, and companions unto death. Their
shared love for each other brings fire to their hearts! Sir Iwan roars in
terrible passion, possessed for the sake of his fellow Wolf. They rush to
battle, ducking a sweeping kick from the soaring abomination, slashing with
warding blows!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Alas,
the giant's attack is irresistible: Though their blades leap skilfully for a
monstrous home, it is the crude tool of the giant that gets the better. Sir
Iwan is caught high, the great bludgeon twisting his helm and body, driving him
lifeless across the mossy grove to lay still, nestled awkwardly in the twisted
trunk of an old oak. Elvorix curses Vandagild's absence, lunging accurately
with his own sword; but he too is caught, the giant’s reach and strength slam
the man the several yards the other way, where he clatters into a bush. Face
down, writhing weakly, the Roman knight does not stand.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________<br /><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">As
Sir Vandagild binds the goat, heareth a rumbling yell, a roar, of the loudest
and deepest timbre he hath ever listened. From whence else, might it come, but
the clearing where his companions did last ride! Sweareth he, this knight, knowing
now the foul nature of this Summerland trick; an ambush! Some behemoth summoned
from the mystic swamps of that wretched place, sprung now to lay waste and
death upon his friends! He will kill that deceptive goat-herder! Bidding
Atticus to finish the binding, he remounts Deadwind and spurs him firm, urging the
great steed to fly forth as fast he might!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">And
lo, in no terrible distance, Vandagild doth spy two squires adodging; Vandimund,
his brother, and hulking Uthred, the squires of two fallen knights. They look
to each other, holding the clearing but staying far from the terrible foe and
their broken Lords. The deadly giant persists in unchecked anger, furiously thwomping
the ground with its great tree.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Nay!
Fallen, mine two fine friends? My heart, it bursteth! But yet, they may
breathe? Hark thee, squires: Attend to thy Lords! Hyaaaa!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">So
speaketh Sir Vandagild who, driven to passion by the sight of his broken
friends, charges forth to battle the great giant alone…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">But
cursed be this day: The sorceries of the Summerland witch, that wretched herder
who did scheme this treacherous trap, defy in this moment the honest battling
of Godly men. Sir Vandagild is struck from mighty Deadwind, the sweeping tree
too broad for any man of honest stature to keep his saddle. He rolls, sorely
winded, and not yet in full recognition of his injury, and leaps forth once
more, sword and shield wielded for thorough defence, to close the gap with his
steed and gain the advantage of his height… A glancing blow he doth take, with
two arms he does deflect the crushing tree over his head, though he is the
worse for it – but his steed he does take, and so mounted he surveys the scene.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">There,
the feet of broken men disappear into shrubs, dragged to safety by loyal
squires; there, the giant strides forth with deadly intent, his awful assault
guided by the fae-fortunes of devils in human form. Sir Vandagild whispers
prayers to God: The answer is flight.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Gripping
his shield more tightly, the knight turns his steed, spurring him free of the calamitous
clearing – His friends now safe, he will ride free of the ambush, to seek
vengeance and justice on the betrayer who led them here! Fae trickery, once
more! No shame nor honour have these demons!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Keenly
he darts his charger, reining hard to lead his fine beast in erratic routes – a
great rush of wind whips his hair and cloak, mere moments before a thunderous
crash rumbles and shudders the earth beneath him; clods of dirt from the
terrible impact flick past his face, but he is safely away! *<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ You Know Not with What You Trifle
__________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Beyond
the hedges he now rides, this Aquitanian Knight. There spyeth he: Two ruined
knights; Sir Iwan is too pale; three squires, who look not to Sir Vandagild,
but upward, to a nearby man; aged is he, clad in beard, stink and tattered
furs.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Beside
him, an enormous goat, calm and unbound, chewing slowly.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild, aching from two strong blows but still able, wastes no moment:
“Explain thyself, knave! Were thee a knight I would have cut thee down whence;
but I give thee, lesser wretch, this chance: What part hath thee in this? Speak
swift and true, I tell thee, for I have a heart to set thy head some yards from
thy neck!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
man holds the Knight’s gaze, responding calmly: “No business have I with this; I
only asked of thee to fetch this goat. No knowledge do I have of what fate
awaited this men yonder."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Psha!
There standeth thy goat, villein, so tell me nought of that! Tell me how
ensorcel thee a giant, and what hope thee have of keeping thy head! My fine
friends lie broken by thy evil schemes; it is only by my good nature that I
have not already cut thee!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"I
cannot say I have any knowledge of this giant; are you in need of help?"
the man replies, with unsettling calm in the face of so furious and armed a
knight.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Help?!
Nay! Not from thee; asketh me to trust thee with my helpless friends, mere
moments after thy horrid designs brought them low in a monstrous ambush? Nay,
Summerlander! Nay, Elvish scum!"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Turning
now, the knight bids the squires tend their knights, and stop staring at the
demon.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Nonetheless”
the liar begins, “Since you have aided me I offer thee-” <br />
<br />
“I need not thy help, filth! Set thy tongue still!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
old man sighs, and turns to leave, his devil-goat trundling beside him.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
shouts at him, bidding him hold to face the Earl’s justice. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The man continues his soft walk, unheeding,
and veers left suddenly, trying to lose the vengeful Aquitanian among the trees.
Furious, Sir Vandagild chases, grabbing the old man to wrench him; but all he
holds in his shaking grip are ripped tufts from his old, stinky, goat-hide
clothing; a second grasp, too, slips away strangely!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“I
have offered thee my help, and I have been made unwelcome; pay me no mind, Knight!" </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Fiend!”
the call comes; once more the dextrous Aquitanian tries to restrain him, and
once more the militant man finds only confusion in his grip. A demon, playing
Godless tricks!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Convinced now this man is no peasant, safe from his wrath by status, the hateful hunter charges! Sir Vandagild whips his blade forth lunging to bury it deep in the
monster’s spine; but the blade flies from his hand! No longer does the old man
lean on his staff, but onward he strides, not even turning.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Aquitanian,
full of rage and impotence, retrieves his sword to once more rid the world of a
demon… The old man slips past another tree, strangely agile...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The knight sprints in pursuit, rounding the tree:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
old man is now standing, facing him, broadly set and staff in hand.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">His
stature grows beyond that of a humble farmer: "cease your baseless
accusations, Knight, and stop pestering me! or else..."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Baseless?
Then knoweth thee what occurred! Serve thee some greater demon, knave? Spill
thy rotten guts, then; lead me to thy better so I might smite him!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“I
am no-one's minion, and you know not with what you trifle.” Cold, now. Warning.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Explain,
then! What part have thee to play, Summerlander? My friends lay dying and if
you have answers I will have them of thee! Speak, or defend thy-!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Fool!"
he says, cutting the scarred hunter short; he moves not, but Sir Vandagild is
stunned.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
raging knight’s vision rushes full to black, a soporific wave irresistible. He
does not feel the ground as it rapidly approaches.</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ The Aid of Men __________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Squire Vandimund
cannot render effective aid to his Knight, Sir Elvorix; he sees the dire nature
of the cunning Roman’s injuries, and knows proper skill is needed. Lifteth he the
lolling knight ‘pon his steed, and doth ride him to the nearest village. Hence,
a priest is fetched with urge. So summoned, the holy man prays in rapid
whispers, working and plying his careful skill. The worst of the damage is
soothed, but the tall knight is set to rest a long while in recovery. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uthred,
too, brings Sir Iwan to the village. Woe, despair, and alas: the modest knight’s
injuries are severe; mortal. His fair body is crushed, and swiftly seeketh his
soul the stairway to heaven. The man is roused for his last, and whispers wet
words:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Uthred;
bless thee. Harken: Speak unto my younger brother; bid him raise my children
well. Also: Send him forth to Thornbush castle; tell him to meet there a
servant; Anaise. Bid her give a fond farewell to Lady Eleri; it shall be some
time ‘til I see again her gentle face.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">With
this, he sighs, slackens once more, and passes into the Kingdom of Heaven.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uthred
holds his hand firmly, nestled gently in his vast grip, until the end.</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________<br /><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">Sir
Vandagild dreams: Rapid, incoherent scenes; a swirl of events recalled and
imagined. Flashing, flickering, terror and love, battle and birth; war after
war, though he recognises not the fluttering banners nor the churned
battlefields. Try as he might, he can wrangle no sense from the wave of worlds
and emotions. One thing he does recall, however: Visions of a King. Not Uther,
another. A crown rests atop a throne. He looks young. This alone he brings clear
to waking; this alone from the wave of nightmares.</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Atticus
looked for Vandagild, but could not find him. Finding his fellow squires, they
are each summoned to the Earl, interrogated about what happened.<br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Rouse from the Nightmare
__________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild awakens; his lips are dry like the Saracen sands; a thumping headache
rumbles incessantly; everything hurts. Where? When? He stands, aching, and
searches for water. Luckily his hunter's skill is not diminished; he finds
himself some meagre nourishment and a trail; soon, weak but steady, he finds
his way to yonder village.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Food
is brought, and water; what fortune befell thee, knight? And such strange time;
another rests in our humble village!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"One?
Are there not two?"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Yea,
Sir, there were. Alas, one sadly passed…"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild collapses to his knees by the church, sinking into despair. He sees a
glimpse of himself in a muddied puddle; His face is haunted, and how a shock of
grey streaks from his miserable brow.<br />
<br />
He weeps, and demands to be taken to his friend. Soon findeth he Sir Elvorix,
still unconscious though healing well. The man seems shrunken, stiffer somehow,
but alive. He takes his hand, weeping long, bitter tears over his broken companion
and their fallen friend.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Later,
He asks where Sir Iwan lies; he was taken with the squires - to his manor or to
the Earl, it is uncertain. Sir Vandagild writes letters, to his own and Iwan's
family - he must remain by Sir Elvorix's side until he wakes, but will return
as soon he can.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Some
time later, Sir Myles arrives with five other knights of Salisbury. Hearing of Sir
Iwan's death, and that a giant slew him, the men are hurried out to the village
to rid the realm of that creature’s reckless violence. Sir Myles, a good friend
of Sir Iwan’s, was among the first to volunteer; Uthred is among them. The good
knights declares they will hunt the giant. Sir Vandagild, still battered but
unbroken, declares he will ride with them. </span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________<br /><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Aquitanian tells the gathered knights what he knows: The demon-herder lured
them apart, and his friends were ambushed by a Giant in the thick underbrush. He
drove the Summerlander away, who would not spill his knowledge, but was subdued
by witchcraft.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Myles turns stony when Sir Vandagild tells him he turned away the “goatherd’s”
help.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
knights return to the glade and find the giant dead; slain clearly by the blows
of several knights. The Aquitanian checks the battlefield with his hunter's eye
- looks like four or five knights, shattered lance-wood is pushed into the
earth by hoofs.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Myles: "Looks like some bunch of knights did lay it low. Damn. Not much we
can do now..."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild swears in frustration; he wished for vengeance, but is glad it is
dead.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Dejected
or relieved, the knights returns to the village. Sir Vandagild tells Sir Myles
he wishes to remain by Elvorix's side until he awakens, but will of course
return if the Earl requests it. In Sarum, Sir Myles gives his report; Roderick
nods his head, but says nothing else. He seems brief, and strangely uncurious…</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ Ashes to Ashes __________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix awakens in several weeks; exploding violently into consciousness,
spitting forth dried blood and other gunk. "Gah! Where in hell am I!?"
He lurches to his feet, stumbling from his cot in the priest's house, swaying
into the street.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild, writing at a bench in the square, lurches to embrace and calm his
friend; the urgent questions are asked and answered: Sir Iwan is dead.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Lurching
in rage, almost twisting his ankle, the Roman shouts his lament!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Tell
me this; Did I miss the funeral?” <br />
<br />
“Good friend; if thou did, then didst I also. I have bid them await thee, and
have not left thy side.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“O
Sir Vandagild! No truer a friend might a man hope for than thee!”<br />
<br />
The two embrace again, causing Elvorix to wince sharple. The Roman rips open
his tunic, a broad bruise covers the whole of a flank, much of his torso,
and his arm. As he helps him back to rest, the Aquitanian explains the story
once more; Elvorix's shocks are repeated and relentless. They share embraces
and tears at the tragedy of the events; sharing concern for their own and
Iwan's families. Vandagild fetches food for the ailing man, but the two soon depart.
They spend some small time at Shrewton together.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
is grateful once more for his friend freeing him from that glade alive;
Vandagild is saddened that he could not have been there sooner.</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ Dust to Dust __________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
two men organise a memorial for Sir Iwan, to be held at the newly finished St.
Amphibalus' Church, Winterbourne. Sir Vandagild had hoped the opening of his
church would be more joyous.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Many
Lords are in attendance; all the great people in Salisbury, including Prince
Madoc. The familiar, weathered face of Duke Gorlois also graces the hall, as
does the noble visage of Prince Meliodus.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">His
Eulogies are warm. Sir Elvorix tells of this: Generous, Modest and Valorous, Good
Sir Iwan just wanted to see us all do well. He died valiantly, as a knight
should.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild speaks to Iwan's leadership - his modesty, guidance and skill are in keeping
with the finest traditions of knighthood. He was an example for us all. The
calming tone of his gentle words, and the fierce sting of his swift swordsmanship
will stay with all of his friends ‘til they see him once more in Heaven.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Posthumous
his glorious death, he is known as Sir Iwan the Modest.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ War and Wizardry __________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">As
they talk, Prince Meliodus is surprised by Vandagild's account of the Demon-Goatherd,
and claims of his sorcery. Though friendly, he is slightly skeptical; perhaps
your sword slipped from your hand, Sir Vandagild? And how do you know he cast
thee to sleep? With no intended offence, sir knight, I have known of many men
overcome by grief at the loss of one so close to them. Perhaps that fell heart
did affect thee?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild considers the Prince’s words, but thinks it unlikely; he knows himself,
and trusts well his own senses.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Of
course, of course. And I do not mean to press thee but… By thy own account, Sir
Vandagild, struck, were thee, by a <i>tree</i>. <i>Twice</i>! Praytell; could
not the trauma of such violence have played tricks on thee?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Once more, the Aquitanian considers long his
words. But nay; twas no trauma that flung his sword aside, like the leaves of
autumn, not lulled him to dream of strange places and unknown Kings.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">At
this third assertion, the Prince nods, and his face sets into some seriousness.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“If
sure are thee, then… Well. I know not many Wizards of this land, save for
Merlin himself. And I know not many who might meddle with goats and giants.
Perhaps there is someone new? But… perhaps...”<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
<!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
shakes his head, sighing.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Vandagild,
I would not concern overmuch of it. Fretting thyself after the whims of those who
do have at their beck the very forces of nature… It seems are... Well. It’s outside
of my, expertise, let us call it. I know well there is nought I might do to
influence such beings. And if asketh thee for advice? I advise of thee the
same.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“To
closer matters: Sad, was I, to find myself unable unable to return while Sir
Iwan was still with us. He was a good man.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild thanks him for attending these halls of God, set within his own; Iwan's
family will no doubt appreciate the presence of such fine and great men. He
leaves he Prince, mulling deeply over his words…</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Some
weeks pass; Sir Elvorix completes such healing as God allows him.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Earl
Roderick calls for his Knights, and to great cheer announces this: He will retake
Devizes Castle, and drive out the Summerlanders!</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________<br /></span><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">*
This fight was a mess. Vandagild missed a 16/20 Awareness roll to figure out
what was going on and chased a goat. Then the giant, despite splitting its
attacks between 2 (only -5 in our houserules), rolled exactly one higher than
both Elvorix and Iwan (30+ damage hits each); next round Elvorix rolled a 1 (Thomp!)
and the Giant also crit Iwan (who had just crit his Loyalty Companions for +10
sword, but missed his own 50% crit chance…), wiping them both out. Vandagild then
charged in and rolled a 1, failed his 15 Dex to keep saddle, got hit again
remounting+defensive fighting, and then barely escaped with his life. Giant was
on fire. And then Vandagild, renowned racist, went apeshit at the
goatherd/wizard instead of letting him heal everyone. Classic.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">RIP
Sir Iwan, Long Live Uthred (Size 22!).<br /><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;">__________</div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">Image
1: Stared down by a Mountain Giant, Kamrouz Saifi, 11.2018, <a href="https://photocontest.smithsonianmag.com/photocontest/detail/stared-down-by-a-mountain-giant/">https://photocontest.smithsonianmag.com/photocontest/detail/stared-down-by-a-mountain-giant/</a></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Image
2: <a href="https://kingarthurpendragon.fandom.com/wiki/Three-Eyed_Giant?file=Three-Eyed_Giant.jpg">https://kingarthurpendragon.fandom.com/wiki/Three-Eyed_Giant?file=Three-Eyed_Giant.jpg</a></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">King
Arthur Pendragon 5.2<o:p></o:p></span></p>Trent_Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07027231462282970568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468481237476887643.post-90375263825090033692022-10-22T21:56:00.004-07:002022-10-22T22:01:36.620-07:00The Heirs of Britain - Game Seventeen<p> </p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 24pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Heirs of Britain</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 24pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Session </span></b><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 20pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">17: 485, Surprises
and Spectacles</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 13.5pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Session 17: 485, Mearcred
Creek __________</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> <br /><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">So-called
“King” Aelle of the Saxon horde quits the field of Mearcred Creek; bloodied but
not shattered, his army withdraws in decent order into the sunset. In the
nobler camp of Logres, King Uther praises his men for a good fight; there are
relatively few casualties among the British forces, particularly for such a
long battle. The proud King commands his army to hold position, and send forth
scouts to inform his next manoeuvres. The Sussex Saxons have hard-earned their
reputation as fierce forest fighters; charging blindly after them is an
unpleasant prospect.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Soon,
Uther learns that his foe has withdrawn further, to a fort named Woldhurst.
This bastion has a reputation: It was the site of a great, bloody battle when
the Saxons first landed on these blessed shores. From here they have
unrelentingly spread their filth across the blessed shores of Britain.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
knights of Logres push onward as one. Uther wisely commands the wounded to be
returned to Thornbush castle, rather than attending to them in the forest; the
humble Sir Iwan is among them. The able men press cautiously south, through the
thick forests and thin roads of Sussex. Precious time is spent stucking and
unstucking wagons, thus upon reaching the fort, the British forces find
Woldhurst now empty. Only warm embers, and other evidence of the recent
presence of the Saxons remains. Once more, the scouts are sent forth; soon the
army is ordered to camp in the fort itself, until Aelle can be tracked down...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Raiding
and scouting parties ride to and fro from the castle over several days,
learning this: Aelle has completely withdrawn to the coast with the solid
remnants of his forces. Thus, Uther declares the campaign over, and a modest
victory feast is declared in the fort! The men are tired, but spirits are still
high - this is still a victory for the men of Britain!<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ Festive Fortune __________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Among
them, Sir Vandagild hopes that Earl Roderick may be awarded this modest fort,
for his mighty muster and reliable leadership were crucial for the victory.
Thus, at the feast, the strong-voiced hunter hopes to take advantage of the
gathered forces: At a timely moment, he will lead a raring chorus of Red
Blooded Roderick, hoping the impassioned ode will gain popularity among the
knights and soldiers of Logres…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Aquitanian awaits his moment, jovially resting with companions by a modest fire
near the edge of the earthen hill fort. Idly, he glances about: The battlements
are not well-maintained, and the ground is churn of mud and mess from the
passage of two inhabiting armies.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix, following his friend’s gaze, scrunches his face in disappointment;
these walls are awful, barely worth the name. They pale against the noble
bastions of his forebears. Standing, sighing in disgust, the Roman claps Sir
Vandagild on the shoulder as he makes his way toward the high table: The
cunning knight schemes to build favour with the King.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
feast is busy, and thus Elvorix’s first foe is the lengthy line of courtiers
and sycophants squirming to Uther’s side. Fortunately, the King is not eager
for formality, and Elvorix thus hopes to ply his cleverness and courtesy to create
opportunity. The crowd is broad and high, but he soon spies Prince Madoc
sitting beside his father; the tall Roman slips easily near, to chat with his
old friend. Madoc is, as usual, happy to see him; some cheerful conversation
earns Elvorix the Prince’s favour, and his audience with the King. Moreover, he
invites the Prince to come hunt in his lands, which he will soon have rights
to:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“I
mean thee no offence, Sir Elvorix, but... My father is the King. I can freely
hunt of any fucking forest I want”, he says with a grin and a hearty swill.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Mistake
me not, however! I appreciate thy offer! And yea, I may yet take thee upon that
suggestion.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Roman grins, chuckling in response: “Sure am I, my Prince, that my wine cellar
will never be the same after thy visit!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Madoc,
smiling: “Make sure ye have some of that uh... some continental stuff, on
hand!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Soon
enough, Elvorix has the King's ear. Appropriately, he commends the King on his heroic
leadership, and brings forth his own exploits of reaching the Saxon camp and
routing the foe. He steers to recall his own advice at an earlier feast;
to attack the Saxons in their own lands, hoping to trigger Uther’s memory and
preference. When time presents, he asks the King if it is amenable to request a
small boon of him - hunting rights in his own forest near Shrewton. It is quite
far to the nearest hunting wood, he laments, and it would be much more
convenient were he able to use the woods in his own back yard, as it were. Elvorix’s
wife, Lady Diane, has also been scheming to this end, with subtle whispers in
the King's ear about this same topic... Once more, Sir Elvorix argues proudly
that his unit, through blood and death, pushed boldly to secure the enemy's
tents! In his heart, he knows that he deserves this!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Ah.
Ohh! Yea, yea. I recall; Diane has been speaking of this in London.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uther
looks the Roman up and down, an eyebrow raised; “Made thee to the camp, hmm? Well,
uh.. Alright. Alright. I have heard such reports of Roderick’s men making the foe’s
camp. Be thee of Roderick's men, yea?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Yea,
Your Grace! Our <i>eschille</i> pushed back the rearguard, and rampaged among
the enemy’s tents.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Alright,”
Uther nods, “I can use more men like thee... Very well!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Roman bows, and proffers some paperwork that he had prepared.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uther
dismissively motions toward the Constable, Sir Argan, who cares little for
Elvorix; “Go speak thee with Sir Argan: He will manage whatever papers are due.
But have thee my permission.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
bows once more, thanking the King courteously before slipping away. He sees Sir
Madoc, catching the Prince’s eye; the latter raises his drink in approval, with
a small nod. Elvorix returns the gesture, a big smile on his face. He heads promptly
to Sir Argan; who is drinking, rather unusually. He looks a little inebriated.
The Roman approaches the obviously partying man, who dismisses the younger
knight, bidding him to come find him at his desk on the morrow, at a cleaner
time and state.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“A
deer-run? Hunting land? Fine. Remind me tomorrow. Do not remind me tonight.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">Sir
Elvorix returns to Vandagild, nudging him and sharing the good news. The hunter
is proud of his friend, and excited for the opportunity for more hunting! He
knows Elvorix is not much for hunting, historically, but the latter informs
that his keenness grows with the prospect of associated income, and for courtly
prowess. Vandagild laughs with this, and suggests an invite to Prince Madoc.
Elvorix already has, he reports, and tells his Aquitanian friend of the
Prince’s continental wine order: Vandagild will do his best! Elvorix departs
once more, to write to Diane: They will begin the project to set up the containment
in the nearby established forest. He hopes to eventually establish a Chace,
until he can save the money to develop it properly into a Deer Park; these will
require further rights…</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ Pride and Prejudice
__________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">From
across the feast, the keen-eared Sir Vandagild hears vile slander and heinous
accusations; his sharp senses quickly catch the target: Earl Roderick of
Salisbury! By some oversight, the section of Salisbury is set beside the
section of Levcomagus and Sir Blains; tension was inevitable. Feuds have grown
hot, and now things escalated audibly... Voices are raised, and fists besides!
Accusations fly of the rampant cowardliness of Salisbury and Earl Roderick; these
pin on criticisms of the latter’s mercenaries, because “Hah! Salisbury men
aren't good enough on their own!”, and how “Weak Summerlanders have taken their
castles...”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
men of Sir Blains are emboldened, leveraging whatever they can in their efforts
to degrade and insult; they are getting the better of the disgruntled
discourse! The Salisbury men spit back, accusing the Levcomagi of low
behaviour, cowardice, and dishonor!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Striding
forth through the crowd, Sir Vandagild cannot spy Sirs Roderick or Blains; his
rage distracts. The vengeful man, seething with hatred for Sir Blains, eagerly joins
the verbal fray! His powerful voice spills vicious phrase at the Levcomagi’s
expense, decrying Blain’s cowardice, dishonor, and petty betrayals! The vocal
violence escalates; the scarred Aquitanian’s efforts have evened the field,
giving solid weight to the retorts of the Salisburians.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Soon,
a frothing mugs clutched in either fist, Sir Vandagild takes the table feet
astride the sturdy bench. Casting his voice deep and broad, he conducts a rustic
choir of loyal knights: Red Blooded Roderick, he cries, sloshing mugs swaying!
The charming knight brings the Salisburian voices together as one, their many proud
voices in unison overwhelming the meagre mumblings of the limp Levcomagi. Soon,
all the men of Salisbury men sing as one, the manly, repeating chorus
dominating the soundscape of Woldhurst!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
final coda complete, the jovial laughter and hearty loyalty of the Salisbury
knights rumbles into a waiting silence. All eyes have turned, and no-one now
speaks. Some Levcomagi start sour words once more; “Hah! Salisbury sings better
than they fight!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">But
little comes of it, for the silence has a purpose. Standing silently nearby:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Blains; smug and bitter.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Roderick; furious.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Blains
breaks the ice: “So! Here is what practice thee in Salisbury! Songs instead of
swords; little wonder that thou can hold not thy castles!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Roderick
steps into the centre of the crowd, his face is still, stoic, but it cannot
hide the darkness of his rage.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
stares at Sir Blains and lets fly his wrath: “Sir Blains! So much braver are
thee when thy daddy protecteth thee, when Sir Ulfius stands behind to keep thee
safe from the world! And so much braver are thee when protected by Hospitality!
Never would thee summon the valor to fight us on the field, just as thou could
not stomach the fight in Bedegraine!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“I
would fight thee any day!” Blains spits back, “Yea, I'd fight thee AND thy new
best friend Cornwall. Yea! Do not think I did not hear of that! Shameful: Selling
off your thy daughter the day she was born!"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">In
this way, the argument escalates, with both men pulling no punches in their
verbal war. Soon, the Earl thrusts out an expectant hand: his man hurriedly brings
him his sword; he belts it on seamlessly: "Enough! Let us settle this
right now, you son of a bitch!"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Blains the Coward does not call, nor reach for his own sword: He only goads further
and spits his spineless insults. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">To
this, Earl Roderick draws his blade.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Enough!”
rumbles a powerful voice; it comes from the High Table.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Earl is silent; he stands without fear at the head of his men, eyes tracking
Blains’ every move. His sword is still drawn, held sturdy in a wrathful hand.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Silence.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Blains, standing behind his men, snakes a punchable grin upon his punchable face.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">No-one
speaks for several long moments.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Roderick
grunts, sheathing his sword heavily; he turns toward the King, still enraged:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Give
me the satisfaction of putting down this dog, and never again will ye have to
hear of this, my King!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">There
is no response.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Another
voice: Duke Ulfius, stepping forward from the crowd, belting a blade to his
hip: “Don’t thee DARE lay a hand on one of my vassals! He is under my
protection, <i>Earl</i>.”, he spits, with venom and threat.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Fine!”
Roderick responds; “Draw thy blade, and I'll cut down the both of thee!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Once
more, the King: “ENOUGH!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“All
of thee! I will not have two of my best men spilling their guts on the floor;
not least with the Saxons so close. Sheath thy blades at once!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Earl's face twists into utter frustration. He drops his hand from the hilt of
his now sheathed blade. Resignation creeps onto his face.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uther,
however, continues: “It will be Champions! Get thee some resolution tonight,
but neither of thee will bleed while we're at WAR, God Damn it!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild steps at once to the Earl’s side, volunteering to fight on his
behalf. The Earl looks at his man, with hints of surprise and admiration: He nods
approvingly, but says quietly: “Not today, Sir Vandagild.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
turns, calling upon a much more expected man; one that all knights of Salisbury
have seen many times: Sir Berwin. The intimidating warrior stands from the
table of Salisbury; a large, imposing man, wearing the scars of many battles.
The Earl takes off his own sword-belt, thrusting the entire collection hard into
the chest of a nearby squire, almost knocking the man over; the latter scurries
off. Berwin walks confidently to stand alongside the Earl, belting on his own
long blade.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Blains, too, calls out for a man.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">An
area is cleared among the fort; and the declaration is made. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Roderick,
speaking low and quiet, seething but stoic: “To the death, Sir Blains, or are thee
such a coward?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Blains
hesitates a moment: “Fine. To the death.”<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ To The Death __________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
two Knights do battle. They start unmounted, and charge at each other with a
flurry of blows. Neither gets great advantage, but Berwin pushes his foe back with
his greater strength and heavy blows. Blains' champion is nimble, however, keeping
his feet and circling quickly around the larger man. He takes long, probing
attacks; Berwin easily defends the blows, almost by second nature. He looks
profoundly unchallenged by the lighter strikes of the Levcomagian. He manoeuvres
patiently, implacably, and soon, with deceptive footwork and the strength of
his great body, he cuts off his man’s escape: With a surprising parry, he takes
a crushing grip on the smaller man’s wrist, using his bulk and experience to twist
his foe around, kicking him to the floor.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
smaller man, desperate now, scrambles to his feet, but too late: Sir Berwin
plunges his blade deep and through the ailing man's chest. The latter coughs
and writhes weakly, trying naively to disentangle his failing body from the
instrument of its death. He clutches at nothing, blinking blankly and mouthing
breathy nothings: Blood pools rapidly at his feet, his fashionable attire an
awful red canvas. The tinkling trickle of his life into the sanguine mud is the
only accompaniment to his final breath. Berwin holds his eye and keeps his
crushing grip on his sword and foe. He watches the man depart for his eternity;
only then he lets the man drop into a tangled mess, crumpled sadly in the pool
of his own passing. It is a brutal, gruesome display from the mighty warrior.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjsGld1If4OflkPDx8sPw-oJWroeTv_BJPhXDfJnBJz0d5AUxEbbc931JmS_5l35U2XjtwnLA34D6waCGHy2gi2RZs-jnIqYE7yMfusKdI6_Gc0b5Y6Z3tmJBNagfMkEopVLBM0Xga3hM4j7Keko2pNzvNmIW6bgcFj0eL_1leB71tlmlLQl32zoA2N4A" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="592" data-original-width="700" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjsGld1If4OflkPDx8sPw-oJWroeTv_BJPhXDfJnBJz0d5AUxEbbc931JmS_5l35U2XjtwnLA34D6waCGHy2gi2RZs-jnIqYE7yMfusKdI6_Gc0b5Y6Z3tmJBNagfMkEopVLBM0Xga3hM4j7Keko2pNzvNmIW6bgcFj0eL_1leB71tlmlLQl32zoA2N4A" width="284" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Blains looks sheepish; The Earl still looks angry. Neither side completely
satisfied with the outcome, obviously.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">For
the Earl, this seemed a good opportunity to kill a man of his foe, at best.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">To
Vandagild’s keen eye, it seems this was a sacrifice: Berwin outclassed the man
thoroughly. Did Blains' send forth a scapegoat? He forfeited not his best
soldier, knowing that even the best of his men could not beat Berwin! Cowardice
of another sort!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">As
men move forth to tidy the scene, Sir Vandagild shouts at Sir Blains and the
Levcomagi:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Cowardice
once more!” he roars, as the men turn to this new wrath, “This is who thee send
to the slaughter!? Know thee well thy best men could not stand before Sir
Berwin! Willing, are thee, to sacrifice thy men for thy own vanity, pride and
cunning! “</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Turning
to the men of Levcomagus, he continues: “Is this the lord that ye follow!?
Willing, is he, to throw any of thee away to protect his pride, and his favourites!?
Pathetic! I pity thee, men of Levcomagus.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Blains is silent; but his men call out: “Thou know not of which you speak, Salisbury
scum! Shut thy mouth, dullard!” Some of them get heated, but others share uncertain
glances…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Salisbury
has won, but the Earl is still furious. He orders his men to follow him away; they
camp now outside the fort. The King has also left. As the men of Salisbury pass
by the mercenaries of Breton, who fought with us at Mearcred: The Earl speaks
quietly to one, and then leaves.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ Infirmary Intrigue
__________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
next day, the force rides back to Thornbush to collect their wounded, including
Sir Iwan. Sir Vandagild is thoughtful a time, but cannot conclude what was
discussed between the Earl and the Bretons; he has some ideas, however. While
they ride, the Aquitanian takes a moment to apologise to the Earl: He feels
responsible for escalating the situation, and brought the problem needlessly to
a head. The Earl nods, still angry, but says nothing: It is not clear for whom
the anger simmers.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Meanwhile,
a march ahead of his companions, the modest Sir Iwan awakens: The beauteous
face of Lady Eleri greets him, for this castle is her home. She dotes carefully
over the injured man, bidding him to rest and move little. She carefully checks
his wounds and bandages, speaking softly to the handsome knight. She clearly
tries to act in proper manner, for many are present, but subtly flirts; she
commends his bravery, and speaks well of how many Saxons the young warrior must
have slain in the sustenance of such injuries. Iwan, knowledgeable of such
things, observes that the Lady is taking unnecessary time with the application
of the bandages; he does not address this. Soon enough, however, the
compassionate woman is called forth to assist another man; she reluctantly
stands, sharing a wistful, longing look at the well-formed Sir Iwan, before
departing to assist elsewhere.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Beside
the handsome Cymric knight, a rough accented voice emerges: "Well you
certainly got her attention - that's the Lady of the castle, is it not? My, my..."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Iwan turns, aching, to spy the man: Another wounded knight; swathed in blankets
and bandages. The man has a lengthy scar on his left cheek; a white canyon
splitting his full beard. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"It
must be my natural handsomeness. I know most cannot be so fortunate." Iwan’s
tone is light, not mocking.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
man laughs: "Hah! Alas, I wish I had that kind of fortune! The Franks took
that from me far too long ago."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"She
has been watching thee for more than today. I thought you should know that. If
this is just your uh, natural handsomeness… despite the blood of your wounds. Well…
Anyway. I don't see it myself; you're not quite my cup of tea."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Neither
are thee, I must admit." Iwan says with dry humour.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Hah!
Fair enough. So. Uh... What dost thou think of the lady? She has taken some bit
of interest in thee. You a married man?"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Ah...
No;” Iwan admits, “my wife died a few years past. I am taken with the lady
myself, but I'm usually not so fortunate to be attracted to a freshly widowed
lady, I think."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Hah.
Statirius? I haven't seen him around here. He must still be back in Sussex with
Uther and the rest of the army."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
older man pauses, leaning close, as much as is possible between two wounded men
in separate beds. In a hush, he continues:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"You
know... She's... She <i>could</i> be. A widowed woman, I mean... All I'm saying
is... She's... quite the catch. I'm not so sure I'd let her go so easily if I
were you. After all... So tough these days to find a partner you can really
love." he trails off, wistfully...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
scarred knight pushes himself back to his previous position, wincing and
groaning. Iwan sees: The left side of face, twisted with the old injury,
doesn't move at all; just the right scrunches up.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Iwan
is compassionate: "You shouldn't move; you'll kill yourself with those
wounds."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Ahhh,”
dismissively, “I've had worse."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
tilts his head over, to show his scar more: "This one!... Hah, this one…
If I can survive this, I can sure as hell survive whatever those Saxons
did."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
adjusts some more, wincing again, "What is thy name anyways? I'm not from
these parts; Sir Marion."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"I
am Sir Iwan. Well met."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"To
you as well." The man relaxes a little. Iwan asks him some more; where
he's from, how he got wounded, and the like.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Me
and my men are from a small place. In Frankish territory. Don't quite have a
home. We mostly fight in Brittainy, and Frankland. Earl of Salisbury hired us.
It's uh… not been so pleasant for me."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Iwan
laughs.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Whats
so funny? You know him?"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"He's
my sworn Lord!" Iwan replies, still chuckling.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Hah!
Well. Glad I said no more then." He finishes lightly.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">They
talk more: The man is the leader of the Breton mercenaries, who Iwan fought
beside. He is proud of his men: “Best damned knights you can hire”! They used
to fight in Cornwall.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Roderick
seems a solid man. It's not so common for a man to hire the knights who just
fucked him over in Battle.” Marion says; Iwan knows not of what he speaks, but
he doesn’t inquire.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Say:
You know an Idris, or a Gorlois? I'm pretty sure I fought against Gorlois? Or..
for him? I’ve fought for both of them, anyways, both the King of Cornwall and
and the.. Duke? Of Cornwall? No wonder this is all so fucking confusing. You
British…” he shakes his head.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Still!
You British Lords; if nothing else, you certainly know how to pay on time.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Iwan,
dryly: “One of our few virtues, I assure you.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Hah!
Anyways: Keep thee an eye on the prize over there, hahaha..."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Iwan
grins, revealing nought more than he already has.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">“Listen:
You ever need men, and you can afford us, you send a missive down to Brittainy.
Once I'm back in fighting condition at least.”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsUI-dabLVfhbsFOs-EDaNwieHvFcgZ7c7vpar6vp8EVJDFxVvkWjMQdsnYbxt1gVNqfuchZ-B6rNtnZB-CBXl6AROEZkqzfAp985dw_wt_zq_PWOfQEO95XWRztFXOphzcTXibGlYP-Rt3hzWypUOrvb45jhJ5Zsopvfz1kElQQ9EjOBbIQjnfNnZwA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="565" data-original-width="600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsUI-dabLVfhbsFOs-EDaNwieHvFcgZ7c7vpar6vp8EVJDFxVvkWjMQdsnYbxt1gVNqfuchZ-B6rNtnZB-CBXl6AROEZkqzfAp985dw_wt_zq_PWOfQEO95XWRztFXOphzcTXibGlYP-Rt3hzWypUOrvb45jhJ5Zsopvfz1kElQQ9EjOBbIQjnfNnZwA" width="255" /></a></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ Consolidation and
Consideration __________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix, of course, does not miss his chance to meet with Sir Argan at the
opportunity. Expectedly, the vengeful Constable is not in the best of spirits.
He remembers Elvorix, from last night; he then remembers him again, from last
year, groaning. Elvorix left a door ajar once: Argan remembers it keenly.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Still,
unimpressed but professional, Sir Argan goes over the details with the wily
Roman, who has well discussed the matter with his wife. The prudent Roman is
well-prepared. They exchange some documents to obtain the Forestry Rights; Though
Argan is at first unclear to what the King agreed, Sir Elvorix doesn't try to exploit
the confusion by claiming rights to Chace as well. The Forestry rights, of
course, are merely the prerequisite for both the Chace and the Deer Park; he
will bide his time. Sir Argan goes through his document-chest, producing some
for the Roman.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
warns Elvorix: “Make sure you get thee onto the good side of the local Sheriff:
Uther likes not to be dragged into petty disputes.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
assents, and thanks the King's Constable for his time.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Noting
that this seems beyond the traditional responsibilities of Constable, it
appears that Argan has, willingly or unwillingly, taken on responsibilities
beyond the norm for a Constable...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Over
the coming weeks, Sirs Elvorix and Vandagild check in repeatedly with their
friend Sir Iwan, and ride home with him once he is able. The mercenaries of
Breton remain nearby.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">As
the knights return to Salisbury, they pass through Silchester: Uneventful.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">That
Winter, however, they hear that Silchester has been raided. Vandagild suspects
he knows what the Earl discussed with the Bretons at Woldhurst.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Quietly,
Sir Iwan inquires about some details of hiring with Sir Marion... Of the original
20 knights, 14 remain; they suffered substantial casualties at Mearcred. The
force will cost £42 a month. He considers the options for securing a widow. Sir
Marion is right, he decides: He should not be so static in this regard.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">An
aside: Eleri is heiress to large tracts of land. Statirius' sons are set to
inherit.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">That
Winter: Sir Vandagild, bolstered with gains from fisheries, battle and ransom,
inquires with Roderick how best he might help the realm by developing his land.
The Earl considers for some time, deciding that he would wish for greater
favour with the Church. Vandagild, known well for his Spirituality and
Generosity, needs no further encouragement: His riparian Fisheries
well-established, he hence endows the church with no less than three plots of
his land: Within the robust palisade and enclosure, construction of a small
Church is then commissioned, to be named <b>St Amphibalus' Church</b>, <b>Winterbourne</b>.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">His
children are all still well, though his eldest twin, Vandric, seems somewhat
frail and stilted; perhaps some lingering effects from his old illness? Or some
protracted curse from that damned Witch’s “protective” stone? Some shadow of
the Forest of Gloom? Little matter: The Aquitanian trusts God’s plan.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Ongoing
grief for Lady Catrin, nurtured now in heaven, stops short any serious talk of
wedding; nonetheless, Roderick approves of a new wife for Vandagild when he so
chooses to take one. The scarred hunter also imports £1 of fine Aquitanian Wine
for his upcoming hunting trip with Elvorix and Prince Madoc.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">An
already impressive swordsman, he spends time at home learning the blade; if he
is to fight as Roderick’s champion one day, he had best be ready. Between
responsibilities, he continues riding the trails and forests of his lands, through
which he used to accompany Catrin: By God’s Grace, his excellent horsemanship
continues to improve; he is among the finest riders in the realm. His efforts
through the year see his Loyalty to Roderick noted.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">His
companions report nothing of note for the Winter.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">King
Uther opts not to hold Woldhurst; it was not a fine fort. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ 486! Easter at Sarum
__________<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
<!--[endif]--></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Earl
Roderick is still angry. Less angry, but still angry. As the normal easter folk
gather at Sarum, he offers no talk of grand plans or musters. He is quiet, for
the most part, though courteous and hospitable. Those who know him well can
tell he schemes.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Brastias arrives on behalf of Gorlois, meeting with the Earl; as emissaries of
that alliance, the Wolves of Logres are present. This year is one to hold off,
they agree: The Earl plans no offensive this year, and the Irish continue to
harass Cornwall; most of their manpower is committed to defend their shores. Sir
Vandagild waits, giving the Earl opportunity to declare any plans; with nothing
forthcoming he offers this: Absent any use for the men, Vandagild is keen to
volunteer to fight the Irish if required. The Earl nods, but declares that this
year is defensive; there are many threats to Salisbury: His men must remain
close, and ready in these lands to defend them as required. The Wolves nod, and
are dismissed.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Over
the course of Easter court, the major points of gossip extend beyond Salisbury,
Sir Blains, or Summerland. Instead, the courtiers murmur of the Saxon Shore, to
the east. A Saxon landing party has arrived on the shores, they say; they
attacked near Monument Hill, despite the King's forces being encamped nearby. The
young Duke Lucious and Sir Marvais, his regent, managed to defend the lands
decently; they lost some small territory, but Sir Marvais led a resilient defence
at Camulodunum; they held out long enough to King Uther to arrive with
reinforcements and break the siege.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">In
addition, we hear rumours. These were no normal Saxons: They were fashioning
themselves as vassals of one “King Aethelswith”, who declares himself King of
the Eastern Saxons. Disgusting.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Wolves of Logres share their hatred of this new Saxon threat, and spit on the name
of this King.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Given
the relatively passive year, Sirs Vandagild and Elvorix try to organise a
Hunting trip in Elvorix's new forests, inviting both Earl Roderick and Prince
Madoc.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Earl assents, on the condition that it happen at the end of Summer. Prince Madoc
is keen, as always, to drink and hunt. Thus, at the feast, Sir Elvorix drinks
with him. The Prince approves of Elvorix's ambitious and lofty plans for the
Deer Park: “looks like you've got it all figured out then, huh!?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
smiles, and enjoys his wine.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Hell,
maybe one of these days I'll show you up North - there's a really great forest
up in Bedegraine..." the Prince adds.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Roman thanks Madoc for his help with Lady Diane and the King. He asks if Madoc
has any plans to scrounge up forces to go attack the Saxons any time soon; the
Saxon Shore was taken from Elvorix's family some years ago, and to be able to
fight there again would take a load off his mind. Indeed, to see it in the
hands of those animals drives him to rage! Prince Madoc replies dismissively
that they have foolishly settle in too close to the ocean; they’re undefended and
with nowhere to manoeuvre - his father will slam them into the Ocean.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Just
like in Gilamanus; you hear about that one? That was in Aurelius' time. Smashed
them into the sea. Fuck that was a good battle… So I heard, anyway! Wish I was
there. Hah!” The Prince sighs, sipping thoughtfully.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Roman presses for any intrigue, but learns little from the easy-going Prince.
He does, however, discover that the Earl is expecting retaliation from Blains,
or further advances from Summerland; hence his defensive orders.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">Sir
Vandagild tells the gathered courtiers of the church he is building. He seeks
Sir Cadel, but he is strangely absent. His brother-in-law, Sir Uvan, is near,
however, and they talk: The young Pict is starting to build in confidence, and
is making some headway in overcoming the grief and pressure of his father's
death. Vandagild is proud of the younger man, sympathetic and light, wishing
his former squire continued health and growth.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ Peculiar Patrols __________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Wolves ride patrol in defence of Salisbury. Near the northwestern border, they see:
Castle Devizes, with the flags of Cadwy and Summerland flying high. Vandagild
spits as they ride the border; he shares dark, mistrustful words of the
Summerlanders with Sir Iwan. The foe have become more entrenched; their modest
outposts now more like forts. Sirs Iwan and Elvorix recognise once more the
forest edge they spied last year: The improved fortifications also extend
around the forest edge. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
usual morass of peasants approach and ask the mounted Lords for decisions of
justice and the like; the normal things.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">As
they ride, the knights spy a group of commoners: Better dressed than peasants,
but surely not noble. The Wolves recognise most of the regular folk of
Salisbury, but this far north they are less sure of the folk of this land. Sir
Elvorix recognises them quite clearly - he believes they may be from the market
near his land! The folk are allowed to pass, which will likely have no
consequences because definitely we didn't all fail or critically fail our
Recognise rolls...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
second day, a group of clergymen stand beside the road and argue amongst
themselves. Poorly educated in matters of religion, the Wolves cannot pin down
their denomination from their appearance alone, but their arguments get heated!
They discuss some religious Canon and Law of apparently great importance. The
knights approach, concerned with the conflict.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">One
looks at us with worry: “This man is harboring a witch!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">
“She is NOT a witch! She is my sister, and nothing of her behaviour indicates
witchcraft!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
first turns back, fuming in retort, citing religious texts and accusing her of vile
areligious practices: “This man,” he turns back to the knights, “<i>and</i> his
sister, must be excised from the Church! Arrest him at once!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
accused shouts back, begging them instead to arrest the accuser!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Before
any can speak further, Sir Elvorix declares: “The solution here is obvious! We
arrest them all, and bring them to Roderick.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
begins to arrest all of them, pulling rope from his pack.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild tries to calm, them all asking after their denomination and the
details of the accusation.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Accuser scoffs loudly, “Denomination!?! I'm from THE Church!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix grabs him more harshly.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
other: “<i>He</i> is from the Roman Church! I'm from the British Church!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix, pauses his assault, instead tying the British Christian man up, and
inviting the Roman to ride beside them.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Iwan is pondering quietly, lost in the nuance; he turns to the other brother,
asking after the location and details of the witch.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Roman Christian: “He's hiding her! Somewhere... somewhere! I don't know where, she
is no doubt concealed by the foul products of her own demonic practices!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Iwan:
“Yes, yes, good man, but what did she <i>do</i>?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Witchcraft!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Iwan,
sighing: “Well, did you tie her to a duck and throw her into a pond?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Exasperated
accuser: “We tried! But we could not FIND her!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
now, pragmatic and securing his prisoners, and trying to determine
jurisidiction: “Where do you live? What are you all doing here, and where are
you from!?”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Roman
Accuser: “I'm from Ambrius Abbey! I was walking to Upaven, to see family, and I
came across this... this… Heathen! And I've met his sister - I know much about
her!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild: “So you say. But what, exactly, in detail, has she done?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“She
turned my brother into a newt!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Aquitanian stares at them both, eyes narrowing. His hand wanders to the hilt of
his blade.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix asks each man if he will, on his Honour, ride with the Wolves to Sarum;
each man agrees, so long as they see Justice done!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">British
Christian defendant: “But, My Lord, there's no need to go to Sarum! He just
needs to go back to his Abbey and leave me alone!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix shakes his head: “If anyone is accusing anyone of a crime, the Earl
must decide justice! Come willingly, or thou will be bound and taken by force.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Eventually,
grumpily, he assents: “Fine! I know the Earl to be a good British Christian man
- he will see things my way, I'm sure!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Wolves return to Logres - they await the verdict. Sir Vandagild is eager: If a
witch there be, he will see her dead.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Seeing
the matter, Earl Roderick consults with his holy men. The brother of the
"witch" is absolved, and leaves without issue. However, the Earl
declares that the man's sister is to be seen in Sarum by the end of the season
for her judgement. The clergy are returned to their homes in Ambrius and
Upaven.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Roman Christian eagerly supports the lord's decision: “That witch will be seen,
and meet her end soon enough!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix, ushering him out, warns him to cause no more trouble. The knights
return him to his abbey: As he enters, they hear other people yelling at him
from behind the doors… no doubt a renowned troublemaker. Vandagild sighs.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
knights share a short discussion, with this fun conclusion: While Elvorix
understands the peasants, he cares not for them. Sir Vandagild cares greatly for
them, but understands them nought. Iwan laughs dryly as he rides away,
eager to return to patrol.<br /><br /></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p> Image 1: </o:p></span><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">https://ro.pinterest.com/pin/298082069080037885/ (Couldn't find original)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">Image 2: https://fineartamerica.com/featured/spain-medieval-hospital-granger.html?product=art-print</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">King Arthur Pendragon V5.2</span></p>Trent_Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07027231462282970568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468481237476887643.post-54954798756350952812022-10-04T21:42:00.003-07:002022-10-05T00:41:10.620-07:00The Heirs of Britain - Game Sixteen<p> </p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 24pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Heirs of Britain</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 24pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Session </span></b><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 20pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">16: 485, Once More into
the Breach!</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 13.5pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Session 16: 485, Sarum
__________</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><br />The
knights go about their business for the remainder of spring; reports of Saxons
landing continue through the season, and indeed into the Summer. No reports yet
come of Saxon attacks. Nonetheless, Uther calls for his army to assemble: they
muster at Thornbush Castle, the lands of Sir Statirius. Sir Iwan’s heart leaps
a little; there is hope he will see Lady Eleri therein…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
young knights meet at Sarum with their Earl Roderick and march to muster. At
Sarum we see the fruits of the Earl's treasure: Our ranks are swelled, even
beyond our capability in Salisbury's best years. We are bolstered by foreign
mercenary knights.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix recognises them, last seen some years hence in the service of the Saxon
Shore. He recalls them to be impressive knights: They are from Breton, and led
by the sturdy Sir Merrion. They number two full eschilles; twenty knights in
total. Alas, Roderick's regular forces are reduced from the ambush of last
year; he has replenished, but many of the reinforcements are young. This is
likely their first battle.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">It
is a short march to Thornbush. Arriving, the knights find the King's forces also
reduced: Apart from the losses, Gorlois is once more absent. Earl Roderick
reports word from Cornwall: Gorlois is once more beset by Irish raiders. Sirs Iwan
and Vandagild, suspicious, find reason to stand near the King's tent,
overhearing this: Gorlois is indeed beset by these raiders, and he claims they
are being led by a new King. Troubling.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix, for his part, is suspicious; many times has Gorlois skipped muster.
The tall Roman is loyal to the Duke, but that loyalty has its limits. Sir Vandagild,
however, trusts Cornwall. They have been there; the Irish coast is not far, and
it is no stretch that those strange men might sail their warriors forth with
little warning.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">King
Uther's muster is also reduced by the absence of several Barons and vassals. Summerland,
noticeably and predictably, is absent. Duke Ulfius and Sir Blains are here, for
whatever value they might bring. Most absent men are from the north:
Bedegraine, Lindsey and the like.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Wolves of Logres prepare for the battle. Sir Iwan quietly checks his gear and
horse, glancing occasionally, hoping for a glimpse of Lady Eleri. Sir Elvorix
grunts and berates his squire, Vandagild's youngest brother Vandimund, telling
him to polish his shield. The Roman is not kind, but Vandagild says nothing: He
prepares the boy for war; his hard manner is appropriate. Meanwhile, the
Aquitanian utters his usual prayers. Both of his brothers are here; Sir Vanduva
rides in another eschille, and Vandimund squires his friend Elvorix. He greets
them eagerly, once more impressing familiar maxims upon them. He then seeks Sir
Uvan, conveying confidence and cheer, and offers warm greetings for Sir Cadel.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">As
the forces array before their King, Uther publicly praises Earl Roderick for
his forces! His rough voice calls this forth: Look, thee, to this proud force
of Salisbury! He knows Roderick has suffered as hard as any of his vassals; if he
can manage to bring such a force, then any of you ought, too!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">This
predictably brings some contempt from the gathered men of Logres. Nonetheless, Uther
clearly respect's the Earl's muster and decision, and he takes the latter aside.
The Wolves of Logres spy the men conversing, but cannot get too close: They
hear nothing of Summerland of Blains in the conversation, but both men look
pleased. Whatever they're discussing is making Uther happy.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">So
gathered, the muster of Logres marches south, to bring battle to the invaders.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ Mearcred Creek __________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
warriors approach a plain: A creek weaves in the low ground, near the edge of a
forest. There seen: Fragments of the Saxon force; their banners high above the
gathering men. As the British army forms ranks, the rest of the Saxon army
emerges from the trees, gathering in thick lines of burly infantry.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A
proud Saxon rides forth, sitting high atop a steed, surrounded by other mounted
warriors. The Wolves presume this is the Saxon “King” Aelle; his unit is the
only cavalry in the invading army. The knights keep a keen eye: Aelle is
manoeuvring his forces through the woods, using them as cover. Vying for
position, the armies shuffle. The positions soon stabilise, and King Uther
bellows! Charge! The signallers and leaders echo the call, and the Knights of
Logres thunder across the fields of southern Britain!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
cacophony of the terrifying advance of these hate-filled, professional warriors,
atop hulking steeds, conceals the alarm cries: Saxons on the flank! And Lo! A
significant portion of Aelle's army emerges from the woods on the flank of the
British men! The pressure of this sudden appearance limits the manoeuvrability
of the British men, impeding the charge! Each knights rattles and bangs against
his fellows, legs and shoulders slamming between churning horses as the knights
gallop toward their hated foe!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Wolves ride as one: Led by the erstwhile Sir Iwan, and joined by Sirs Porkins,
Myles, Uvan, and four other knights. Their flank is secure by the contingent of
Breton mercenaries; the presence of this veteran unit on bolsters morale, allowing
Sir Iwan the confidence to manoeuvre more boldly.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
handsome commander, Sir Iwan, holds high his lance and calls his target: Saxons
infantry, bearing great-spears and clad in sturdy maille; these well-drilled
and tightly formed foreigners outnumber the men of Salisbury two to one! As their
vile Saxon foes comes into focus, Sirs Vandagild and Elvorix cannot contain
their rage, gripping their lances ever tightly and snarling with Hatred. Sir Iwan,
leading men so close to the home of his Amor, is too inspired!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
knights slam into the waiting spear-wall, each struggling to deftly deflect the
deadly thrusts: Sir Elvorix, smothered with friends and foes alike, cannot land
his blows! His shield holds out one blow, but one opens a gash through his
maille! The Aquitanian, Sir Vandagild, has modest success: He takes a probing
blow on his shield as he drives his lance into the abdomen of his hated foe;
the Saxon collapses, breaking the deadly shaft under his weight! Sir Iwan,
however, finds his timing: His clever shield sends a foe’s spear tumbling from
his hands, as the modest knight plunges his lance perfectly through the chain
of his second foe; the weapon shatters, but tears the gravely wounded Saxon from
his feet! The men continue battling in this way, until the foe withdraw: Under
such courageous leadership, and inspired by his sturdy, powerful arm, the
eschille of the Wolves wins the engagement!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">His
hunter’s eye quick to note, Sir Vandagild notes that his squire, Atticus, is
not to be seen; he presumes the young Roman, Elvorix’s cousin, is off
collecting horses. The Aquitanian shakes his head, sighing, and rejoins the
formation. Around him, he sees many Saxons and few Britons: The success of
their charge has brought them ahead of the main force of Logres, whose momentum
was hindered by Aelle's cunning manoeuvre…<br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhj2m_K5KaIsLsssK4f9AhJLnWYwLZDiAtt07fVPdFDWJhYiWZLc7rCNzXbv-QVD_aXTYQYnSAOUDUyrpoybou8CFeuFNvoALCO-nhtj25Or5FzOx2g3Qu2P1ptoapiBL4-RmgZ-wOUu7zoLJ8e_rDy8tkReok5tKx_KB2EOn9DH93nSKKm38n9wcqq4g" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="751" data-original-width="736" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhj2m_K5KaIsLsssK4f9AhJLnWYwLZDiAtt07fVPdFDWJhYiWZLc7rCNzXbv-QVD_aXTYQYnSAOUDUyrpoybou8CFeuFNvoALCO-nhtj25Or5FzOx2g3Qu2P1ptoapiBL4-RmgZ-wOUu7zoLJ8e_rDy8tkReok5tKx_KB2EOn9DH93nSKKm38n9wcqq4g" width="235" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p><br /></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ A Warrior’s Woes __________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Iwan calls forth: Hold! Hold the Breach! Thus, he drives his men forth to do
battle once more. Alas, still surrounded by the Saxon horde, the Wolves meet
battle with an another outnumbering foe: Some lighter spearmen, in leathers, joined
by young but eager Saxons in cuir boilli, who clutch their great-axes excitedly.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix looks for Roderick's banner in the battle, to fight for his best but
that erstwhile Lord… but he sees it not! Does Roderick not come to fight, to
break through this breach? The Roman tries to call upon the force of his loyalty,
but, there is no love felt there: He coughs, his split side spraying fresh
blood down his horse’s flank. Wounded once more, and surrounded by these
wretched subhumans, who flail at him with axes and spears… He cannot help but
recall the many slights from “Good” Earl Roderick over the years... Dismissed
in court while calling for his Lord’s respect, among many others… still aching sorely
from his wound… Who else to blame for his savage situation but Roderick!? He
would rather be fighting the Irish with Gorlois! So dismayed, overwhelmed by his
sense of betrayal by his Lord, he nonetheless enters battle, instincts driving
him to spur his mount. Distractedly, despairing, he slashes at the warriors; he
doesn't need the Earl to fight! His blade cuts at the eager youths around him,
the black fog of his brain forcing instinct guide him; Saxon blood splashes
around him!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Iwan has no such doubts: He grits his teeth, his heart swelling with loyalty
for mighty Roderick: He has given Iwan charge of this eschille, and Iwan will
not falter! He slams his blade into a young warrior, and once more into the
spearman besides! Sir Vandagild, too, brings to heart the memorable words of
Red-Blooded-Roderick, smiling as he does! He sings as he fights, his dauntless
blade cutting to and fro; Here and there a Saxon stumbles or falls, the
inexperienced warriors no match for this practiced and impassioned assault! And
so the fight continues for some time: Each man, inspired or dismayed, brings
home his blade again and again, and yea, the Saxons once more falter!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Wolves of Logres fight to their name! Their savage advance and relentless
pursuit lays many Saxons bleeding in the churned field; the path of their
breach opens and widens; the punch through the enemy, beyond the “killing zone”,
and into the second rank! For Roderick! The shout comes, and is echoed, by all
voices but one…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Along
the line, however, the battle hangs in the balance: The melee churns violently
along the whole front, neither side buckling!<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ Fortune Falters __________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Once
more the Wolves are beset by two units of the swarming foe - their advanced
position draws the ire of many foes! Wealthy, well equipped warriors are sent:
Some commander of the Saxons undoubtedly sends his best to bring the surging knights
down! They are clad in quality maille, and with gleaming great-axes and
rippling muscles they run screaming toward Iwan’s eschille, weapons held high
overhead! Beside them spearmen advance, thrusting their long weapons under the
shields of the outnumbered men!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Roman, still distracted and dismayed by the past betrayals of his Lord,
nonetheless fights for advantage. Sir Elvorix beats the spearman at his side,
spilling some Saxon blood! Alas, the expert Saxon slams home his great-axe,
which batters through shield and maille of the preoccupied Roman to rend
moderately! The latter swears loudly, muttering furiously about Earl Fucking Roderick
sending him into a swarm of fucking Saxons; and where is he now? Who rides to
aid Elvorix!?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Beside
him, Sir Iwan slashes through a spearman’s shoulder, and brings his sword to
parry a heavy cut from an assailing Greataxeman: Alas, the blow is ferocious,
and Iwan’s sword is jarred from his grip! The axe bursts through his defences,
and the wealthy warrior's carving blow slices through Iwan's thigh, catching on
the shredded maille and tumbling the handsome knight from his steed! Unarmed
and dismounted, Iwan gasps as he thuds heavily onto the hard earth!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild sees Sir Iwan fall, and spots now the malaise and wounds of Sir Elvorix.
His heart floods with their sacrifice and journey to help bring him safely from
the Forest of Gloom, from their tireless vigilance as he lay wounded for many a
week… He roars, overwhelmed with his passion for his companions, wounded and
ailing around him! He spurs his mount to Iwan’s side, his blade carving an unstoppable
path through the ribs of the man who wrenched Iwan from his steed! The burly
Saxon collapses to the earth, unconscious! The spearmen beside him too suffers
from the Aquitanian’s wrath, tumbling to earth wounded! Though the axeman is
likely worth ransoming, Atticus is still nowhere to be found; curse that roman
child! Besides, Sir Vandagild worries only for his friend and leader, Iwan,
disarmed and dismounted beside him! Vandagild shouts to Uthred, Iwan's hulking squire:
The young Berroc-Saxon gives the wounded Sir Iwan his mount, and takes up position
behind him in the saddle.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild does not risk dismounting to secure his prisoner; his grandfather's
stories of prudency in battle, now well-supported by his own many scars, push
him to caution. Plus: Sir Iwan is a mess; his safety and defence are paramount.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">Around
them, the battle shifts in favour of Logres! A surge of British men push forth,
exploiting farther the breach of the Saxon lines rent by the Wolves of Logres!<br /></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Turning Tides __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Iwan, mounted once more, the massive Uthred at his rear, calls his unit to
stand fast against the encroaching Saxons, holding the ground he has taken! His
skilful leadership and manoeuvring brings his men to fight only a single enemy
unit. From the masses of Saxons before us, we hear a familiar, infuriating
chant growing: Wo-Tan, Wo-Tan, Wo-Tan... the knights form to engage, and a wave
of heavy javelins whip past, slamming into sturdy shields... But Lo! Not all
are safe: Sir Iwan, already ailing from a mighty gash, and not the largest of
men, is struck in the collar! The heavy missile drives him backward, and only
Uthred’s quick thinking and size keep the knight from tumbling once more. Nonetheless,
the handsome warrior lolls senselessly in his saddle as Uthred tries to
maintain stability!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Pressed
now by the fanatics of Wotan, Sirs Elvorix and Vandagild fight on! The knights
fight well, Elvorix once more overcoming his malaise to draw Saxon blood. Each
knight deflects the savage blows of the Wotan men, and drives his blade into his
zealous foe! Sir Elvorix screams as he does so, visualising Roderick! Sir Vandagild’s
weapon is mostly kept at bay by Saxon chain, but still he draws Saxon blood!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild is stunned only a moment, seeing Iwan with the great javelin transfixing
him; A moment of flashback, as he recalls Sir Brannoc so slain by such a shaft.
Still, the Aquitanian rallies quickly: he takes charge of the eschille!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
calls: “Uthred! Get Iwan safely from here! Back, thee, to safety! We withdraw!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uthred
nods sharply, manoeuvring around the overburdened steed, taking the reins and
pulling from the battle.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Alas!
The fate of the battle takes a similar turn: Aelle's resurgence pushes back the
Britons, the flank pressure once more taking its toll on the advance of King
Uther!<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Regroup and Rally! __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild's leadership is solid and prudent; he leads an orderly withdrawal. Many
are wounded, and Sir Iwan is a casualty. Remaining so deeply engaged while the
British army is pushed back may lead to further unnecessary death....</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Powerful,
blue cloaked warriors, well armoured with greatspears pursue the withdrawing
eschille! With careful leadership, Sir Vandagild leads the way…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix is still plagued by the melancholy fog, which slows his wit and arm... The
warriors get the best of him, but his shield and armour keep him safe. Sir</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild,
his mind sharpened with the responsibility of leadership, lands a well-timed
blow, slashing a Saxon's helmet from his head; the burly Saxon drops to the
earth!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">With
this, the Wolves fight clear of the encroaching foe, withdrawing to the
rearguard.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">There,
Sir Elvorix calls to his former squire, Sir Porkins – but the knight calls him Sir
Roderick, repeatedly. He is nonsensical; his words some mindless expression of
despair. Tears stream down his face, awash with the melancholy! Porkins
nonetheless tends to the wounds of the broken man.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild, unmounted and having directed his men to various tasks, strides to
Sir Elvorix; he slaps him hard across the face!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Roman looks up, shocked; Vandagild points toward the battlefield, addressing Elvorix
sternly: “We have a fucking battle to win, Elvorix. The fucking Saxons, who
come thus to our lands to rend British flesh, pillage British lands, and violate
British people, are there. THERE! Iwan lay mere breaths from Heaven, brought
low fighting these fucking Saxons, and here sit thee, drowning thyself in tears!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
leans close, placing a firmly hand on Elvorix’s shoulder: “Snap. Out of It. Get
thy shit in one sack; we have a battle to win. Fuck the Saxons.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
snaps to his senses!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Iwan,
he is wounded? What!? Whe-” he stutters, lurching to his feet; he starts off to
find Iwan.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild grabs his arm, pulling him backward: “Nay! Not the time! The battle turns
against the King; our breach squashed, and the men of Logres flounder. We must
engage; mount thee thy steed, Sir Elvorix! Now; on thy horse!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
nods, and turns to seek his steed and Vandimund.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild turns on his heel, and storms off, eyes hunting: He finds Squire
Atticus. Something in the Aquitanian’s bearing makes clear his meaning; Atticus
begins stammering an excuse before anything is said.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
cuts him off: “Shut the fuck up. I care not. Get thee on thy your horse.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"I
lost it! I…"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
swears, and spins again, marching to the towering squire Uthred.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">“I’ll bring it back,” he says, commandeering the huge squire's Rouncy and marching it to Atticus, thrusting the reins heavily into the Roman boy's chest. Uthred stands dumbly for a moment.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Set
thy arse on this horse. Stay with me. Hunt not for fucking horses; I need thee
to have my back.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">The
Aquitanian waits not for a response, turning and mounting his own waiting charger,
Deadwind, with a clean leap. He roars a command, forming his unit, and
cantering to the front.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Breaking the Back __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Surveying
the field quickly, the hunter finds his moment, and target: A formation of
disengaged shield warriors, wielding only swords. He thrusts his lance toward
them, declaring the charge! The knights of Salisbury form tight beside him,
their momentum gathering to a deadly crescendo.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix, try though he might, cannot summon his passion for his companions in
the charge; the shock of the last few hours is too distracting! Still, with renewed
focus he fights well: The Roman slams his lance through his foe's face,
cropping him at once! Sir Vandagild, not to be outdone, drives his own lance
through a Saxon eyesocket. The success is repeated along the eschille; the foe
crumble before the British brutality! The knights barely slow with their
crushing charge, punching through the faltering lines of infantry, past the
second and into the enemy's third rank!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Lo!
The Saxon army calls for a retreat, as the sun starts to hang low in the sky! The
Saxon leader, Aelle, keeps his men in good order, but Uther is cunning; the
King of Logres outmanoeuvres his foe in these crucial moments!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Look
Vandagild, they shatter before us! Let's drive them back, back to the
ocean!" calls Elvorix, invigorated by the impetus of their assault.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Aye!
All the way back!" Vandagild shouts!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">They
follow the withdrawing foe, the Aquitanian directing his force against a foe
with mixed arms; bows and maces. Arrows shower the advancing knights, but
they cannot defeat British maille! Moments later, the cavalry hits them; each
of the able Wolves strikes home! Slashing blades spill Saxon blood on the
field, and once more the crushing assault pushes the withdrawing foe back! Yea,
back so far, that the Wolves of Logres now ravage the enemy camp!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Emboldened
by the withdrawing foe, and the violent penetration of the Salisburian eschille,
the tide of battle swells into British favour! Along the line, the men of
Logres take ground and blood from the retreating foe!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild, a fox in the henhouse, leads the pursuit among the wavering forces -
two flailing units meet the wrath of the Wolves of Logres: Saxon great-axeman
levies; and mixed warriors of maces and bows. The hail of arrows clatter
against British shields, and the wolves descend: The beleaguered infantry are
no match for the momentous cavalry advance; the British forces lay waste to
those before them, riding through the camp and slaying the despicable invaders!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Until
sunset, pursuit through the camp continues! Javelineers and veteran warriors
with greatspears scramble to engage the men of Salisbury; but the panicked javelineers
hit nothing of significance before the knights are among them. Sir Elvorix
decapitates a javelineer and cuts a warrior; Vandagild too hacks down foes as
the unit ravages the enemies camp and rear! So doing, the Wolves obtain a significant
bounty of Saxon loot; and at dusk, return in glory to the British lines.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
mercenaries claim a share of the loot.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Back
in the British camp, the men of Uther's army are claiming a mighty victory. Still,
Aelle retains the majority of his forces and, somehow, has kept order among his
men. Only fatigue and the encroaching night saved his force from complete route
from the rampaging Salisburians. Alas!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Battle of Mearcred Creek is won! A victory claimed, though technically indecisive.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
able Wolves return, laden with treasure, to bestow his share upon Sir Iwan, and
check on his health; The handsome man groans on his gurney in the rear; he is
unconscious still, but he will live.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">____________________<br /><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><b>Image</b>: https://weaponsandwarfare.files.wordpress.com/2015/10/1420271.jpg<br /><br /></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>King Arthur Pendragon 5.2</o:p></p>Trent_Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07027231462282970568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468481237476887643.post-40505959987490337912022-09-26T03:00:00.003-07:002022-09-26T03:01:09.087-07:00The Heirs of Britain - Game Fifteen<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 24pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Heirs of Britain</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 24pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Session </span></b><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 20pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">15: 485, Cornish
Courtesy!</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 13.5pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Session 15: 485, Salisbury __________</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Wolves of Logres depart for Cornwall, once more passing through Sarum to deliver
a gift to Earl Roderick: The collected shields, gathered from among the
mistreated and miserable bodies piled grossly at the foot of the Hag’s tree.
These bear, for the most part, the livery of Summerland knights, Elvorix knows.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Earl he is sincerely appreciative, and gives an approving nods. The younger
knights explain that they hope these might help with whatever diplomacy must
take place between Salisbury and Summerland. Roderick is glad for the gift and
the news. He wonders aloud if the Summerlanders slew the Hag, thus its absence.
But Sir Vandagild is sceptical: He suggests they would have taken their own own
shields, and well-treated their dead, were that the case. Besides: Sirs Arnoullant
and Sigurant think the hag too wily for that, and instead fled to a rarer den.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Dismissed
with gratitude and wishes of hasty travel, the knights depart promptly east, for
Cornwall.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
men leave in mid-winter, and quickly remember why they prefer to stay at home.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
hard earth an unyielding bastion of ice; old ruts frozen into dangerous ridges;
the frosted earth provides an ever-present risk of slipping, perhaps breaking a
steed’s leg. Above, thick snow envelops the broad plains of southern Britain;
whipping winds send unrelenting chills into the flesh of the stoic men. The
whole scene is white, black, grey. The knight’s shields and tabards the only reliable
colour on the bleak journey.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Riding
carefully, the Wolves pass Jagent; the travellers are pressed by several local knights
on their business; none stop the diplomatic passage.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Soon,
a town looms: Exeter. An impressive city, perched charmingly on the Ex river. The
western bank is dominated by a large and imposing stone castle, set heavily
atop a hill - Redmount; the citadel overlooks city. Many of the knights’
fathers fought here, nigh two-score summers past. For Sir Vandagild, this
castle, this battle, marked the first steps his loyal father made on British
soil; a mercenary fighting for High-King Aurelius; Uther’s brother; the last
High King. This field, the birthplace of his British heritage, and the beginning
of his father’s bloody journey from mercenary to vassal. Scanning the lands
thoughtfully, he spots, even now beneath the white of winter, the deep red
earth of Redmount.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Onward
they ride; days pass: To the Fort of Veregoth, then to the castle of Terrabil.
Here the Wolves meet, for the first time on this journey, the men of Duke Gorlois
of Cornwall; asking of their names and business, they escort the men of Salisbury
onward to Tintagel.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Cornwall
is hilly, rocky, made worse by the harsh cold and snow. The salt from the harsh
sea air, so driven by gusty winds, gets into the air and lungs. Lips are dried
and faces raw’d by the scouring weather. There is more heath and scrub here.
The journey is unpleasant.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span><b><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ Gatehouse Bar and Grill
__________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Reaching
Tintagel, the Salisburians see it is still a foreboding castle. The Cornish
coast spreads across the north, looking far across to the Irish sea and distant
Wales. Tintagel itself is almost on the cliff; the outer walls of the town and
village reach out, and down into the land, overtopped by this bastion. It is a
formidable, haunting visage, set against the grey, stormy sky and sea beyond.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgnawz-ppTQgDhrRpHfGavSQ9ss4uEJu2E-JmpAM_MrkI_kEMRdJ0bgnrz_fIV-PupkETK3e__sInOFxLM9ogY1xoGbgcWI32JdOTYzjUhcHE3rhww0cZgMGHT6HJooQeDDthz575HUNW__lPUxuzcaU71SB0EEtH8qw3-_06CM7gnxslChuV00hbnm3g" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span><img alt="" data-original-height="535" data-original-width="940" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgnawz-ppTQgDhrRpHfGavSQ9ss4uEJu2E-JmpAM_MrkI_kEMRdJ0bgnrz_fIV-PupkETK3e__sInOFxLM9ogY1xoGbgcWI32JdOTYzjUhcHE3rhww0cZgMGHT6HJooQeDDthz575HUNW__lPUxuzcaU71SB0EEtH8qw3-_06CM7gnxslChuV00hbnm3g=w379-h216" width="379" /></span></a></div><span><br /><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
knights are taken into the gatehouse and asked to wait. Looking up: a large
trap-door. Sir Vandagild opts to stand not beneath it; he scans it curiously,
and the ground beneath: His keen eyes can spot no indication of the portal’s
purpose beneath the scuffs and scrapes in this high traffic area. Thus: They wait,
these Wolves. Each man shares uneasy looks about the strange arrangement, but hold
their tongues.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Soon
enough: A man enters; last seen by these knights five years past. Alas; he is
recognised not. He is gruff, stocky. He squints at these Salisburians with
undisguised scrutiny, looking each up and down.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild inclines his head a little: "My Lord".</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
response is gruff; “What doth ye want with the Duke!?”</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Aquitanian considers a moment; he gambles that the man is important enough, and
thus worthy of some truth: “Our Earl hath sent us forth for diplomatic mission;
he wishes to discuss alliance between the Duke and Salisbury.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir Brastias
grunts, and pressures the men in the gatehouse: He presses hard for information
and generally makes them feel unwelcome. He learns of the marriage proposal –
Cador to Jenna.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">While
the grumpy Brastias growls his inquiry, the Wolves spy a door open: In the
corner of our eye, they see the scrunched face and hunched figure of Duke
Gorlois.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
puts a hand on his knight; "Come Brastias, settle thyself” he chuckles.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“He's
does try to scare away all my visitors; see now!"</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Brastias
is only very slightly sheepish: “Aye, Your Grace; I do merely test if they fit
thee well, sir!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Duke smiles, guiding him out "I know these knights; good men, are they.
Roderick's men.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Brastias
protests briefly, warning the Duke: “I ought speak with thee afterward; Loose
lipped. Trust them not with any secrets, Your Grace.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Asked,
Sir Vandagild once more explains the diplomatic purpose; Gorlois tells Sir Brastias
that there is nothing to worry about here; certainly no information that will
destroy the kingdom. Thus, Brastias is dismissed to prepare the hall.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Gorlois
asks the men how fared their journey. Sir Iwan of typical simple words, tells
him it was cold, but duty bade them see it through. The Duke once more tells
them they are good men, and he is a good judge. He fondly recalls the scouting
the Wolves completed before the Battle of Salisbury, adding that he expects the
men are making strong names for themselves in battle.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">By
response, the striking Sir Iwan explains how he was recently promoted, leading an
eschille at Parisium. For this Gorlois is glad; the King needs good men.
Sighing, he adds that he hopes the young knight was handsomely rewarded after
that disaster.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Following
some more brief discussion, Duke Gorlois bids the knights feed and rest: “Good,
good! Let us fill thee with warmth, and greasy food!”<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span><b><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ Taste of Tintagel __________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Inside:
Braziers line the path to the hall; the knights approach Tintagel proper, each
gaining a growing sense of the daunting, haunted nature of the great castle. Within,
bright and ornate tapestries line the halls, with well-wrought carvings and other
artwork embellish the woodwork. One wall is adorned its full length, ceiling to
floor, with many dozens coats of arms, of many different knights. In the main
hall, three large fireplaces roar, illuminating and warming the room. A long
table fills dominates the space; no food yet rests upon it, but the Good Duke motions
for his guests to sit. Servants work quickly in the background to serve food
and drink.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Gorlois
initiates casual conversation; he clearly avoids the alliance talk for now - he
won't discuss the heavy details until the men are each fed and warm.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix brings up the Adventure in the Forest of Gloom; each knight tells his
part, bringing the long tale of adventure great camaraderie. The Duke is an impressed
and gracious audience, oohing and aahing and the proper moments. At the end, he
chuckles; tells he this: He has had one or two encounters with fairies; though
he is not sure its fair to call them so. Nonetheless, he has met folk of a magical
kind. The man looks, unfocused and longing, to nowhere. He asks the gathered
knights if they have heard the tale of his fleet, which he and Aurelius landed
in Britain to retake the latter’s Kingdom.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild, excited, eagerly replies: He knows well the March of Aurelius; his
father was a mercenary in Tolouse, and sailed with the Duke and High-King on that
very campaign! That fleet, and those battles, are why he is here today!</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">But
Gorlois speaks not of the March: Before that, a fleet was destroyed in a storm,
against these very rocks that he now oversees. The Duke thought that he, and
all his men, were done for. Yea, he did pray for last rites in that churning
morass of salt and sea. And Lo! Awoke, he, in the morning, on a beach. And on
that beach he beheld the greatest treasure he has ever known: At this, a
wistful, honest smile brightens his face.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
continue: “Perhaps in thy adventures, ye might each find thee presented with similar
treasure. Keep faith in thyself, and in one-another; and yea! Stay strong
against such trials and tribulations as thee will doubtless face. And thee will
come forth rewarded.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
smiles again, nodding; “God will reward thee, as He has done for me.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Here
now: Delicious scents waft ever strongly into the room; the food seems ready!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild laughs, jokingly referencing: “Your Grace, Forgive! For last time I
did follow thy wisdom, I ended that venture senseless, and transfixed firmly ‘pon
a great Saxon spear!”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Gorlois
laughs in turn; “Aaaaaah! But! Look thee where thy find thyself now! For in
truth, Good Earl Roderick trusts thee with such missions of import as this; and
yea, I see in thy form and figure, be’est thee stronger than ever!”<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span><b><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ The Eye of the Beholder __________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">As
the mirthful men drink the tail of conversation to rest, a woman emerges into
the hall. Regardless of preference, taste, or otherwise, this is the
undoubtedly the most beautiful woman any of the men have ever laid eyes upon: There
is no room nor thought of dissent. Her skin a holy cloth, spun fully of angelic
hair; she is dressed in the finest clothes, a tasteful fashion; an almost
inhuman aura around her. Each man present cannot help but be drawn to her. She
is the finest woman each has ever seen in Logres; Britain; the world. They long
to be with her; but she is the Duke's wife; they know that it cannot be so.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Iwan looks at this lady: Her beauty is truly something to behold. In deep
corners of his mind, questions arise: Perhaps he was wrong to fall for Lady
Eleri? Is that feeling even real? Here, now, is a woman worth loving. This
thought nibbles at the back of his mind... He is drawn to the intensity of her
eyes as she calmly, carefully surveys the room and guests. Each beauteous orb
is piercing and blue, so distinct and almost glowing; Every other eye in the
room seeks keenly to share a moment enmeshed with them…</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">To
Sir Vandagild, she has an enduring, classic look; beautiful but modest. She
expresses the finest and most becoming trends of Christianity; yea, she
resembles deeply Mary herself! Her purity is compelling, such grace, composure,
and womanly strength in so perfect a form…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Roman, Sir Elvorix, is drawn to her highborn look; her perfect etiquette and
cultured ways; her noble and lofty posture. Each motion, gesture, and smile is perfectly
executed: Indicative of great bearing and noble blood.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Duke
Gorlois turns to see the woman; “Aaaaha! There she is; my Love!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
stands and embraces her, sharing a heartfelt kiss; true, loving and reciprocal.
Here Duke Gorlois: Scruffy, bedraggled and bent, blunt and grey, ill refined. Here,
The Lady: Perfect, beauteous, refined, straight and gentle. The sight is
memorable. She is obviously, and similarly happy in his embrace; true love,
perhaps? She smiles brightly, infectiously.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">By
introduction, she perfectly performs all requisite courtesy, and more besides;
some of which of a like the Salisburians have not seen. It is particularly
impressive to the young knights, and only serves to make her more beautiful.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
interior of the castle, it is clear now, is this woman's work: Her refined and
tasteful touch is on every article.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Is
she passes nearer the table, her perfume touches each man: Like Sir Arnoullant,
one cannot ignore the wonderful scent. But hers is entrancing, intoxicating,
pulling heads along behind her. The fragrance is mesmerising.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">She
introduces herself as Lady Ygraine.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">So
faced with such a hopelessly wonderful woman, each man shows something of
himself:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix does his best to be simply polite; he has no intention of seducing the
wife of this Duke; for he quite likes the man, and wants to maintain the
relationship.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild sinks into a soft, serene sadness. This true love before him, warm
and deep, reminds him of his own lost love: The Lady Catrin, who was taken from
him so recently. He is wistful, and his thoughts wander to her own enticing
scent and Pictish charm. He sighs lightly to himself.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Iwan is far too timid to interact with this lady for any extended period; lacking
familiarity with Lady Ygraine, he shies away from significant interaction with
her. Only his familiarity with Lady Eleri, and the other women in his life,
facilitates his comfortable interaction with them.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Nonetheless
the conversation continues, though for his own reasons each man is somewhat more
subdued than earlier. Duke Gorlois, of course, continues conversation easily.<br /><br /></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Diligent Diplomacy __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Food
consumed, Duke Gorlois cheerily slaps the table, and thus breaches the topic. Sir
Vandagild once more explains the alliance proposal and betrothal; he offers
these factors in support of the plan: The convenience of their geographic
locations provide for effective military support; the quality of Earl Roderick’s
character; their mutual lack of stern supporters among the other Barons of
Logres.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Gorlois
listens carefully, responding thus: “It was a mistake to send thee, if Roderick
thinks he can just call on Cornwall’s knights as he pleases! Uther... well...
Aurelius did charge me with defending this peninsula against the Irish! And,
well, now Idris besides. Whatever the other lords of Logres may think of me, I
intend to hold that charge!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix adds: “This is absolutely thy decisions, Sir! We are but messengers of
the proposal. Note thee, I pray, that England's many foes are preparing, and yea,
they come forth with more and more troops each day. Find thyself, ye soon will,
outnumbered by the Irish, and you will want for help. Let Salisbury be that
help. Yea, in the same way Logres will be overtaken by Saxons, should they keep
coming ashore!”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Iwan, knowing keenly the Duke’s Loyalty to the late High-King Aurelius, attempts
to appease the Duke; for the handsome Cymric knight is also an intensely loyal
man, dedicated to his own Earl Roderick. “Your Grace; High-King Aurelius hath
charged thee to defend these lands; and admit thee truly that few of the lords
of Logres support thee. When times of trouble come forth, and with blood are
thee forced to fulfil thy oath of loyalty, support will be welcome. Thy promise
to Aurelius falls in the absence of that support. It does thee no boon to be
cut off. Consider this: Mutual support against the Saxons and Irish secures
both our lands.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Duke
Gorlois listens carefully, nodding his head in agreement, and chewing
thoughtfully. He says that he is very committed to fulfilling his duty to
Aurelius, even after death.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild takes his moment: “Sir; know thee well the valour and skill of Roderick
in battle. A more valiant and reliable ally thee could not wish for! I recall
thy words, Your Grace: We are tough, brave, reliable warriors; thus harken thee:
All men of Salisbury are inspired by the Earl’s intrepid leadership. Yea; he
will not shy from battle should thee call!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Indeed;
look thee here:” Sir Vandagild lifts his tunic, and gestures across his form; “I
have already taken sorely a Saxon spear for thee, Your Grace. And I will take for
thee another. On Brave Roderick’s behalf, I promise thee this.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Duke nods sharply: “Yea: I have seen Roderick, and thee, each, fight in battle.
Spake thee no lie: Salisbury men are good fighters. Not like those of the Vale…”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Aquitanian nods in gratitude, continuing: “Moreover, for such a terrible for
the Earl doth present for his foes, the Earl is a kind and good man. Indeed, I
see thee too as a compassionate and merciful man, in want of a neighbour of
similar quality. Despite each of our great strengths, there will be, we both no
doubt lament, times of relative weakness. Beset, are we, by Saxons and Irish at
once. And indeed, perhaps soon by war, Fae horrors, and other things not yet
met. We cannot turn from one another in difficult times; we must show care and
kindness for the good men and women who stand beside us.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Once
more, the Duke nods: “Yea. Right, are thee. Leaving thy Earl to the wolves is in
the best-interest of nought but scoundrels and Saxons. I have sympathy for thee
and thine, all, and the predicament that thee suffer now.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">With
this, the Duke turns to Lady Ygraine: She believes the alliance would be good
for their realm. The Earl is a strong and brave leader, she says; he has proved
capable, and he seems the only one willing to stand up to the other Lords in
Logres.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">These
words from his Love seem enough to bring Gorlois to agree.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
turns back to the Knights of Roderick: “Very well, knights of Salisbury! You
may tell thy Earl that my son and I will be there, come Easter; and yea, we
will discuss whatever peculiarities arise. I tell thee, of course: Do not take
this as a formal agreement yet; but glad am I that this visit, and the hope of mine
to Sarum, has been not a complete waste of my time. The three of you have
proven that much.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Duke kindly offers to send a messenger and have us stay in Tintagel for the
winter.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
knights are gracious, and politely spend a few more days in the Duke’s generous
hospitality. For Sir Vandagild: Though his love for Ygraine draws him to stay,
he has matters to attend at home; and the love for his own late wife, Lady
Catrin, proves the stronger. Alas, the Aquitanian’s keen eye notes that Sir Elvorix
spends too much time with Ygraine; indeed, he makes any excuse to be in her
presence. The Aquitanian quietly bids the Roman join him, aside in a quiet
room; he reminds Elvorix that has a wife, and Ygraine a husband; a husband
whose hospitality he currently enjoys. We wish not to sink this alliance before
it begins. The Roman, a Just man himself, sees the value of these words: He hath
been lost in the beauty of that lady, but sees now his error. Thus, the Knights
of Salisbury soon depart in gratitude and Honor, into the winter cold and east
to Salisbury.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span><b><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ Spring in Sarum __________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Winter
breaks; the first drops of icy water leap from frosted boughs and onto the
eager brow of Sir Vandagild. Atop his steed, he scans the road for a visitor:
He hath donated great stores of fish and grain to the church, and he waits now
for the generosity of the Church to bless his door. Soon, he smiles in hope,
for he sees the humble man approaching: Father Perticus, that stalwart priest
who did exorcise the Hag’s den in the Forest of Gloom! The man arrives at
Winterbourne Gunner in early spring. He conducts another Exorcism: The power of
God, brought forth by the practiced hand of Perticus, rids the Aquitanian of
the Fae Curse that Sir Golistan did find in him. And yea, he cleans the lands
and blood of his family, ridding them for once of the foul Fae trickery that
had snuck into his life. Vandagild tells the father he is welcome to stay and
enjoy his humble lands; the latter spends some time before obligation sends him
homeward.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">At
Easter, Duke Gorlois is at Sarum with his son; as promised. His entourage is
much smaller than that of Duke Ulfius from previous years.</span><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> As
expected, the Earl <span style="color: black;">Roderick is often in his chambers
with the Duke Gorlois. In the main hall the festivities build, the men of
Cornwall and Salisbury each pleased by the others’ company. Sir Vandagild,
wishing not to embarrass the Earl, takes the opportunity of his absence to sing
a song, recently finished, that he has been composing for some time. Keenly he
felt the vile propaganda of the Coward Sir Blains against the noble Roderick.
He sends forth this song into the world, to halt the spread of that vicious and
dishonest mockery:<br /><br /></span></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span><b><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ Red-Blooded Roderick!
__________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A
Leader of men, loved by his Knights,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">And
when Britain she calls he’s a man who wins fights,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
finest commander at any King’s Call,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Never
once lost a battle, never once did he fall,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Red-Blooded
Roderick, </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">O!
Resolute, Rough n’ Ready, Relentless, O!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">Red-Blooded
Roderick!</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;"><br /></span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Blundering
Blains, steals sheep from his friends,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">For
his foes are too frightening for all of his men,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">When
the enemy ride to defence of their fields,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Blains
turns tail, yea hi spins on his heel!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Blundering
Blains,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">O!
Back-running, Bleating, Bothersome Blains, O!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Blundering
Blains!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">When
that finest of women, Lady Ellen of age,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
fairest and kindest, her taste all the rage</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Went
a’looking for he who was worthy of hand,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Looked
no further when Salisbury’s soil did she land,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">For
Roderick, finest of men in the world,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Is
well known to be fertile and mighty and bold,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">And
indeed, now that wedding and wooing are done</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Good
Earl Roderick gave her a child in round one!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Red-Blooded
Roderick, </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">O!
Rousing, Romantic, Ravishing, O!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Red-Blooded
Roderick!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Yet
O, who is this? A man disliked by all,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Unable
to please even those he paid for,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
begged and he bought and he borrow’d and steal’d,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">And
yet still Ellen saw what a wretch he concealed!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Blundering
Blains,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">O!
Beastly, Boresome, Back-Alley Blains, O!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Blundering
Blains!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Indeed,
when the King had a muster to call,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">For
the horrible Saxons did knock on friends’ doors,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Blains did so quickly as does only he,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Inhibiting
men who would ride to the King!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Heedless
of whether we win in our war,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Blains
places petty childish things before all,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Or
yet, was it bribe’ry; he likes good Saxon gold?</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">And
was given a handful to stifle the call?</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Blundering
Blains,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">O!
Basest, Bastardly, Back-Biting Blains, O!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Blundering
Blains!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">And
Lo! If if it’s wisdom and grit that ye seek,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Seek
not for Sir Blains, weak, forgetful and meek!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Give
the man a full pint of a watered down ale,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He’ll
stumble and fall and forget and be ailed.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">And
last, let it known the man fears a straight fight,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Hiring
beggars and common folk to left and to right,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">For
when Roderick brings trains of gifts for the King,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Blains summons cretins to do the man in!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">But
fair; it is true Blains would never triumph</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Should
he raise his blade truly to Roderick, <b>Harumph</b>!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Blundering
Blains,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">O!
Brainless, Bothersome, Beggarly Blains, O!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Blundering
Blains!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">So
men, when a strong, loyal knight did ye need</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">It
is Roderick to call, and Roderick to heed.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Reliable,
generous, deadly and wise,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Is
that Good Earl Roderick upon who we rely! </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Takes
from King’s foes, and gives to the King,</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">And
gives back to Britain, with each battle he wins!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Red-Blooded
Roderick, </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">O!
Robust, Relentless, Respectable, O!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Red-Blooded
Roderick!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Red-Blooded
Roderick, </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">O!
Robust, Relentless, Respectable, O!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Red-Blooded
Roderick!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Red-Blooded
Roderick!</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Red-Blooded
Roderick!</span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________<br /><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">By
the final chorus, those present have the simple words to heart; many mighty
voices bring impassioned weight to that final coda! The unified voices of Salisbury
and Cornwall resound throughout the mighty hall of Sarum!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Cheers
for Roderick! Cheers for Vandagild! Red-Blooded calls of “Fuck Sir Blains!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">The
song is positively received; Sir Vandagild's inspired performance brings all to
their feet and fills the hall with glorious harmony and powerful voices!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Envoys of Salisbury
__________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Otherwise:
Easter feast is fairly typical. After several days of feasting and such, the
Wolves of Logres are called forth to the Earl by page. So attending, the
knights find their Lord in his quarters with Duke Gorlois.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Earl
Roderick motions the men inside: Gorlois sits deep and comfortable in his seat;
Roderick sits more upright.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Gorlois:
“Well met, sir Knights!”; a greeting returned.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Roderick
explains: The negotiations have gone well; Gorlois has agreed to the betrothal.
Moreover: In light of the new relations between the Duchy of Cornwall and the County
of Salisbury, the Earl needs some people to act as envoys.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Because
of thy admirable performance, and yea, the Duke's fondness of the three of thee,
I wish for thee to be these envoys.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Wolves enthusiastically accept. Roderick nods; Good. He claps onces, and
motions to a table with three chairs.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“If
envoys are thee, it is of importance that thee are abreast of our future plans;
I wish not for thee to muck things up.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
outlines three major issues:</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><b>One:
Summerland</b> - stabilising and retaking his lands is of upmost importance to the Earl.
Losing Deviziers was humiliating and will take significant force to retake. Alas,
it is unclear if he has the strength to do so with other threats present.
Gorlois’s forces are also harrassed by Summerland on the lands that he took
along the eastern border near Jagent; though not his lands per se, he likes not
the instability on his border. The Hermit King persists, and thus quelling the
Summerlanders also important to him; but evidently not as important as to Salisbury.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><b>Two:
Sir Blains</b> – Roderick is furious about the insult and general
mockery; a matter of personal Honor of him. Strategically, however, this is the
smallest issue, and it risks Ulfius’ intervention. Duke Gorlois is less
interested in Blains, but is worried about Ulfius' growing strength. Cornwall seems
amenable to providing troops should Salisbury come to blows with Duke Ulfius.
This is, of course, tentative, depending on:</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><b>Three:
The Saxons and Irish</b> - Scores of Saxons ships landed at Kent last autumn, and
more have come this spring. There is little doubt that King Uther will call a
muster to defend against this. Gorlois says the Saxons, Irish, and Picts have all
heard of Logres’ weakness following Malahaut; Logres will face many threats,
and he worries about his own borders. The Irish attacks over the past years
have been relentless, and he worries about more to come. Moreover, he worries
about the Kingdom of Cornwall (c.f. his own Logresian <i>Duchy</i> of Cornwall)
on his border. A muster this year would significantly hamper his ability to act
on these other fronts. Neither baron says outright, but there is a brief inclination
that skipping their muster to the King could be a way of pursuing their other
aims. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Roderick
notes, however, that presenting a strong muster could earn the King's favour, and
thus some assistance and blessing in solving these issues.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Wolves, now Envoys of Salisbury, listen carefully. Sir Vandagild speaks first, asking
how Duke Ulfius gained such favour with the King. Gorlois tells him: Ulfius was
always Uther’s favourite, even when he was but a Prince. Ulfius used to be much
less influential, but Uther’s rise in power brings similar benefits with his
friends and sycophants. Ulfius is an opportunist, Gorlois explains, but he
knows who holds the power in the kingdom. <br />
<br />
“He does well to respect that, but I cannot say I always agree with it.” Finishes
Gorlois.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">More
discussion: It is no secret that Duke Gorlois is unliked by the King, however.
This alliance may therefore hinder Uther’s impression of Roderick. There are
balances to be found between: Improving Salisbury’s position; losing land; the
embarrassment of Sir Blains. The discussion continues for some time, with ideas
presented and tested by the gathered men.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Aquitanian suggests we might ride to the other manors of Salisbury, and ask the
other vassals to raise more mercenaries. Sir Elvorix is firmly against this
idea: He worries about this being seen as an insult and tax by the other
Knights, and breaches the nature of the oath of Lord and Vassal. Roderick
agrees with Elvorix, but appreciates the expression of loyalty and generosity from
of the Aquitanian.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Iwan listens quietly to these ideas, mulling over the ideas carefully before
speaking. Meanwhile, Gorlois offers this: Spending extra funds to appeal to
Uther is a bold choice; there is nothing saying he won't use thy troops today and
forget about thee tomorrow. Why not use them to fight the Summerlanders, or
raid Sir Blains?</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix hates the Saxons, and if resources are being spent he would rather it
be for their demise. The Aquitanian, too, hates those invaders, but he also
thinks the Summerlanders are evil Fae, or at least in the sway of them. Elvorix
shrugs; at least the Summerlanders can be reasoned with…</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
conclusion is thus: Sirs Elvorix and Iwan both firmly agree to go hard against
the Saxons. Sir Vandagild prefers slaying the twisted Fae of Summerland, but is
plenty pleased with the prospect of bringing battle to the Saxons once more. Earl
Roderick assents. Thus: Salisbury will hire mercenaries, ideally from Cornwall,
and muster large for the battles to come.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">Duke
Gorlois agrees with the plan: “Well decided, then. When next we do meet,
knights, ‘t’will be on the battlefield! Death to the Saxons!”</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span>__________<br /><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><b><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif;">Image</span></b><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif;">: Tintagel Castle, Karine Villette, <a href="https://www.artstation.com/artwork/QzPQV3">https://www.artstation.com/artwork/QzPQV3</a><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif;"><span>King Arthur
Pendragon 5.2</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Trent_Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07027231462282970568noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468481237476887643.post-77445158366326716562022-09-09T21:21:00.001-07:002022-10-17T05:49:46.833-07:00The Heirs of Britain - Game Fourteen<p> </p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 24pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Heirs of Britain</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 24pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Session </span></b><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 20pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">14: 484, A Daring
Counterattack!</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">__________
Session 14: 484, Parisium __________</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"> <br /><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
forces of Logres take stock of their disposition: Earl Roderick's muster is absent
over a third of its knights, and nigh all its footmen. Sir Elad's men have been
decimated: Those who remain still bear injuries, even after Merlin's magic.
Roderick's own eschille has lost only one: The Huntsman Sir Golistan. No-one
saw him fall, and no body has been recovered. His son, Uvan, is nearby; still a
squire, and now without a knight. Sir Vandagild speaks with him: The young Pict
is distraught; he knows his father is missing, but he didn't see him fall; he
looked but couldn't find him! His lament becomes a mess of despairing words.
Vandagild grips his shoulder and holds his eye, telling him this: Golistan is a
smart man, and a good hunter; he probably escaped into the woods. Besides:
Given the faewrought deathtrap we’re about to ride into, that is probably for
the best. We’ll find him after the battle; be strong, Uvan. He claps his
shoulder.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uvan
nods, and grits his jaw.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Alas:
Many men have lost their squire. Thus, Sir Vandagild looks to find a new Knight
for his young brother-in-law. During the search, the Aquitanian hears word: Roderick
calls forth for all squires over 18; he wishes to Knight them!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix's
hears this, and fetches Porkins - he is nineteen.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Roman tells him sternly: “Porkins! We need knights; I think ye ready.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
slaps the young lad sharply: “Thus lands the last slap of mine; get thee out
there!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Porkins
steps forth to join Uvan and the gathering youths.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Iwan
holds his own Uthred back; the lad is only just 18, and he feels him not ready.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Earl brusquely knights a number of squires; it is unceremonious. He races out a
shortened version of the oath, taps them with his sword, and moves on. There is
no slap; no white robe; no spurs; no shield. There is only Roderick, still
blooded and dusty, working down the line of kneeling young men. Their baptism
will be in a shower of Saxon blood.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild steps to Uvan and takes his forearm as an equal; “Sir Uvan” he says,
nodding with a slight smile.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uvan
grips back firmly, and pulls the Aquitanian in for a hearty hug; "Yes, Sir!"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Pictish knight smiles, nods, and jogs off to his prepare his arms; he lacks
full maille, and his horse is no charger, but he readies as best he can.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">For
the most part, the new knights are placed in the eschille of their fallen
lords. Nonetheless, Earl Roderick shuffles some of the men around.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Uvan and Sir Porkins will ride with the Wolves of Logres.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Alas,
with Sir Amig dead in the field, the eschille lacks a commander. Roderick
approaches the gathered men. Vandagild, expecting an imminent death, is in the
midst of thanking his companions for being good friends and noble knights, and
other such morbid gratitudes. They stand in attending silence as the Earl
approaches.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Sir
Iwan; step forward” he states, with natural authority.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
does.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Earl takes the handsome knight firmly by the shoulder; "Sir Iwan: Be’est
thou a loyal man, and one who acts nobly and wise in the crucible of battle. I have
need of thee to take honest care of these men this night; and yea, in the
battles ahead.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
holds Iwan’s gaze, until the latter nods, lowering his eyes in modesty.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Be’est
this no question; but a command. I expect of thee fine work. Do thy King
proud."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Yes
my Lord. Of course.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
lingers but a moment, nods, and moves quickly on; to another eschille, to
elevate another man. The losses were great.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild, grinning, brings wine to Sirs Iwan and Elvorix; he takes Iwan's arm,
and congratulates him on his promotion.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Iwan!
A fine knight be thee, and a level head. Hear now: I am proud of thee; I am proud
to ride under thee. Let thy greatness shine, sir Knight!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Aquitanian sighs, half smiling, “Alas! Be it a terrible shame that this will be
our last time fighting as one; for we are all cursed to die this eve! I spit on
the fae, and that wretched shapeshifter Merlin! I spit on the Saxons they have
ensorcelled unto their cruel designs! Hah! Still, take our humble lives they may,
but untouched will be my honour to die riding with thee!"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix claps his new leader on the back: "Ye will lead us directly into
heaven, my friend!"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
laughs, and raises his drink to that; Iwan purses his lips, unsure how to take
it; he smiles, shakes his head softly, and raises his own wine.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ A Light in the Dark
__________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Reviewing
the army more broadly, it looks, unbelievably, like Salisbury has fared better
than most: Many forces of the Logres muster are severely depleted. There are
almost no footmen anywhere; they did not fare well in the retreat.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">King
Uther orders the campfires quenched; the night is dark. Yet, as we form, the
moon becomes bright, and brighter, illuminating our passage. Sir Vandagild spies
the silver orb with suspicion, but then softens: He has been praying for God’s
grace and guidance, and the Holy Lord has seen fit to bring light to fight in
this dark time. He smiles now: His final hour will be bathed in God’s light. Fitting.
He dares not consider too long the chance that some Fae sorcery that brings
mocking brightness to their woeful deaths...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
forces gather, arrayed on their eager steeds. Uther trots out before them,
gathering the attention of his force with a simple gesture:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Men!
Harken thy King! We did ride forth from our warm, fertile homes to relieve hapless
Eburacum; but, this eve, we now ride to bring mercy and rescue to our cruelly
enslaved brothers, and captured sons! Nay, Knights! Bear not this insult of
Saxon captivity; bear not the vile treachery of the sick, Saxons dogs!"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uther
draws his sword, thrusting it high, roaring: “Men! Treat now thy foe like thy
would any sickened hound: PUT THEM DOWN!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
turns his steed and spurs the mighty beast into the moonlight! With a mighty
shout, the forces of Logres spur behind him, enveloping him into their
implacable unity. The mass of emboldened cavalry tramples down the steady slope
of Mount Damon, all eyes on the oblivious Saxons, comfortably encamped in the
town of Parisium below.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Keen-eyed
Vandagild scans the scene cautiously, in front and the flanks: He is suspicious
of hidden Fae and Saxons in the trees and woodline... Nonetheless, he spies
well the village from atop his cantering mount; "Sir Iwan, look hence! The
foe are clumsy with drink, and still deep in their revelry!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix: "Hah! Well they will be drinking deeply of my sword in but a
moment!"<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Vengeance! __________<br /></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Soon,
the terrific thunder of the charging force alerts the most proximal Saxons. The
silver moonlight bathes the terrible formation of knights in argent monochrome;
the blacks and greys of the reaper, splashed heavily on men maddened by
vengeance. Lances come low, a savage wave of iron death set with practised
precision before a steaming, heaving mass of horseflesh. Men snarl in silence,
each picking their floundering target among the panicked invaders. Eyes narrow,
bringing the bringers of death to a predator’s focus.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Though
they outnumber the British men greatly, the Saxons are caught unawares. As best
able, they assemble a thin line; it is weak, disordered, and arrayed only in
time for each man to thread himself on a British lance.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">At
full gallop, The Wolves of Logres thunder ‘cross a moonlit field. Iwan has his
target well chosen; the enemy are drunk and disorganised. The devastating
knights slam into a wavering rank of Saxon Warriors in blue cloaks; they have
neither shirts nor armour; clutching only their long spears with hapless
determination.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
impact is shocking; brutal; annihilating. In seconds the line is shattered,
broken men, spurting guts, rent skulls, transfixed bodies; each are trampled
beneath the war-machine of Logres, crushed mercilessly into the silvery earth
by the unyielding hooves of British chargers.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
and Vandagild's hatred of Saxons roars forth before their steel rips through
unarmoured flesh. The Roman’s lance rips through a Saxon chest, tearing organs
free, killing the man at once. Iwan too cuts through the line, his lance
punching through his foe's gut and bursting out the back. Sir Vandagild,
seeking vengeance for Amig's death, aims his lance true: It punches through his
foe's face, ripping the man's head in half; the weapon splinters like the man’s
ruined skull.<br /><br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjpA1dNSF-95S_c1PvWgMFi1kQnDsYXeZXdxoLNhIwOgkeiAQGj24Fp-o-CdaM3JfhKLGz2nSsyQEql74OTjESaFFgT8h0m7UakoVzdV3TarS-Mrut-u_3ReVQjOYV5tuglywBHoyTlHqec1BMrADgZzKBH60RjHasXRChaQMAJnjVrdZ9O4da_6RyGvQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="570" data-original-width="788" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjpA1dNSF-95S_c1PvWgMFi1kQnDsYXeZXdxoLNhIwOgkeiAQGj24Fp-o-CdaM3JfhKLGz2nSsyQEql74OTjESaFFgT8h0m7UakoVzdV3TarS-Mrut-u_3ReVQjOYV5tuglywBHoyTlHqec1BMrADgZzKBH60RjHasXRChaQMAJnjVrdZ9O4da_6RyGvQ" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Wolves are little hindered by the hastily formed defence; they slice rapidly through
the Saxon line and deeper into the town. New lines of stumbling Saxons form to
oppose, but horns also blare within the town: Beyond these doomed foemen,
Saxons start to retreat! In the moments between the next engagement, Atticus
rides to Sir Vandagild, he brings him a fresh lance; moreover, tied to his
saddle are the reins of stray Rouncy! The Aquitanian, impressed, throws quick
praise at the young Roman squire, takes the lance and bids the boy secure their
prize.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">So
armed, Iwan once more spurs his eschille forward. The devastation of the
terrible charge was understandably intimidating; the second wavering line of
Saxons shatters in terror before the Wolves reach it! Still; another unit of
spearmen has formed behind it; but this extra space gives Sir Iwan the space to
order a charge! The loyal man brings to his heart the Good Earl Roderick, who
not hours gone promoted him to commander! Sirs Elvorix and Vandagild, each
glance to their glorious friend, leading a crushing assault on their hated for:
They are inspired by the bold leadership of their good friend and companion!<br /><br /></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgh_MCW9IWiow2JeSTu1tBy9D4_G4rvzikIa4T8NH7qZbkZe9QGA25EnvVt2I3wkEu6zEYEp-n6FXUPE5PVS0IF3cxcHWe4Br8XueDXdAVXg1X90G6sq8zxQ4O7-AXRMDqm9M2tMcNolhw2W0tIYcrDn8quIHBHhVxE8oNbj-UA6EKKovkLZRRpm74RJQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="508" data-original-width="843" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgh_MCW9IWiow2JeSTu1tBy9D4_G4rvzikIa4T8NH7qZbkZe9QGA25EnvVt2I3wkEu6zEYEp-n6FXUPE5PVS0IF3cxcHWe4Br8XueDXdAVXg1X90G6sq8zxQ4O7-AXRMDqm9M2tMcNolhw2W0tIYcrDn8quIHBHhVxE8oNbj-UA6EKKovkLZRRpm74RJQ" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Once
more, Sir Elvorix's lance lays low his foe! His horse leaps cleanly over the weakly
arrayed Saxon spears; the crushing weight of the beast’s descent is headed by
his reddened lance! It impales his Saxon foe and the earth beneath him before
snapping at the hilt; transfixed! Once more, Sir Vandagild punches his lance
through a Saxon skull! Once more, Sir Iwan guts a foe with his deadly lance. Once
more, the knights crush irresistibly through the enemy formation. Before them,
the tide of battle is clear: The Saxons flee, already in full route, scattering
for the surrounding woods and into the silvery night!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild, still wary, spies the buildings and hills for hidden ballista and
ambushing Saxons... he does not see any, though he is confident they lurk.
Still, his eyes flick rapidly about him, searching desperately for secret elves
and treachery… </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Iwan’s strong voice snaps him to order; “Ride them down! Kill them all!” he
roars, a rare display of passion and power from the humble man. The Wolves need
no further encouragement: The eschille disarrays as each man’s whim or fury
takes him; The fields are thick with flighty Saxons!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">For
his hunt, Sir Elvorix catches many men! The tall Roman cuts down a handful of
warriors, though he catches a stray spearhead in his urgent pursuit! The mighty
Roman has slain three Saxons; he ends his pursuit tracking an elusive
javelineer near the treeline.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Iwan is more careful, cleanly killing three more Saxons; his finest effort nets
another Blue-cloaked veteran. He rides with precision, slowing to try catch
sight of his disarrayed men…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Meanwhile
Sir Vandagild, fully prepared for his own death and full of his hunter’s guile,
is a rampaging wolf among the Saxon rabbits. He rounds a grove, manoeuvring his
charger, Deadwind, like a courser; directly into the Saxon Rearguard!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Fae! Curse thee! Here, now, is the end! The ambush is sprung, he thinks, and
now these Saxons demons grin their inhuman grins, thinking here, now, they have
their outmatched prize.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Aquitanian snarls, roars and spurs his mount harder; “Fiends! Meet thy own end
in thy quest for this noble blood! DIE!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
hunter is sorely outnumbered, but fights still with deadly intent against these
well-disciplined foe! He flicks his shield without a thought, battering aside a
javelin, and whips his sword in a low arc: The hurler’s headless body crumples
in a sanguine fountain! To his left, a pair of well-drilled Saxon guardsmen
thrust their spears in a precise, well-practised assault. The rangy knight defends
with instinct alone, while his long blade thrusts like a piston through the
throat of one, slashing out one side and through the unarmoured rib of the
second! Without turning, he ducks on some secret impulse, a whisper from God; a
long-axe sweeps over his back, swung with deadly-force by some unholy cultist
of the Saxon elite: A hulking man, a great horse-skull hanging from his
shoulders! The Aquitanian knights whips up and around in his saddle; a
ferocious back-cut gaining furious haste: It hacks into the Saxon’s neck,
wedging deep in his spine and loosing a torrent of steaming blood into the cool
night air. The man falls like a puppet, gasping once; twice. A heroic victory
over an overwhelming foe!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
roars his glory and rage; leaning with his long blade, he slips free the
Horse-Skull icon, knotting it quickly to his pommel. He scans for more hated
Fae or Saxons…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Come,
Demons! Come now, and reap thy just rewards! Think thee Sir Vandagild easy prey
for thy unholy conspiracies!? Nay! I see thee, Saxon! Think not to hide from
such vengeful wrath as thy has earned! Hyah!!!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Several
more javelineers, seeing this horrifying display of knightly death, flee
swiftly into alleys and coppices; sequestering in their cowardice before any
can taste the Aquitanian’s blade.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">But
his hunt is not over: Emboldened, fearless, and vengeful, he will kill such
Saxons this day as he can before their fae powers take him. A Veteran Elite
Heorthgeneat is next to fall, and a cowering Shield Warrior follows. Still, the
energetic hunter spurs his steed without care! Atticus follows nearby, calling
out whatever Saxons he sees!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Alas!
Once more Sir Vandagild clatters his powerful mount into a vengeful and
well-ordered formation of Saxon Rearguard!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A
mix of javelineers, spearmen, and more Veteran Elite Heorthgeneats crush around
him; blades and spears clatter against his shield, as his own sword seeks Saxon
flesh.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Atticus!”
he shouts, “I will fight free; We ride next for Sir Iwan! He wi-” –</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Blackness;</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Nothingness.</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Squirelord Atticus!
__________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Listening
intently, the Roman boy, Atticus, watches a Saxon javelineer leap from a
Parisium balcony: The agile demon clutches in his hand is a sharp, lengthy
spear; not the typical javelins of these dishonourable skirmishers. He sails
slowly through the chilled air, a deadly, silver acrobat set against a cold,
back sky. The spearhead glints in the argent light; it is thrust like a ballista,
and the manic Saxon’s aim does not fail.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Roman boy watches his knight’s head slowly turn left. His sturdy shield deflects
a low blow from a Heorthgeneat as Deadwind kicks free of the press; the knight
turns, just timely for the impossible silver weapon to plunge into his cheek,
spraying noble blood across a nobler steed; red splashes punctuate the ashen
vista!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
knight limpens in his saddle; the agile Saxon thuds to the earth, rolling with
the impact, finishing in a balanced crouch. Mud engulfs him as Deadwind heaves,
broad hooves sending earth flying: the great steed bursts free of the ambush! Sir
Vandagild tilts senselessly, slowly slipping…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Atticus,
cousin of Elvorix, is there at once, gripping the knight’s tabard and heaving
him upright in his saddle. The man’s face is a mess; a red deluge washes from
his rent orbital, bright red on moonlit grey. Atticus steers his own horse,
ducking another flung javelin, turning to the flank of Deadwind and leading the
mighty charger from the battle. His steady young hand keeps Vandagild in his
saddle until they reach Sir Iwan, who has reformed with some of the other men.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Atticus
calls to Sir Iwan for aid. The Saxon rearguard do not pursue the fleeing squire.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
still leads the captured Rouncey.</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A
black limbo; haunting sounds and spectres of grief. Twisted words; songs of
British men sung in elvish tongues; the language is true but the meaning false.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Fate.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Fate
and Hatred.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
screams of a lance in a desperate man; the miserable, childlike whimpers of the
dying; the awful sound of the gutted, too terrible to be inhuman. A beautiful
face; a sly smile that does not reach amber eyes; the terrible gnashing of
teeth; dread; despair; slavering fangs.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A
light.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Low
in the sky, forever; there is no darkness wherein the grief can hide. It is
here, always now.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
foul stench of ruined bodies; too long left untended; too far from God. A sea
of faceless tears; searching; insane with hope; an aegis against the unknowable
truth. Teats, Fate, and Hatred.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
light pulses; throbbing; pulsing; throbbing. Pain? Cold, pain; shuddering.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
light dims, everywhere but there: It is bright; warm; enticing.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
light dims. But the new light is God. And God is good.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Throbbing;
pulsing; shuddering; cold; pain; hatred.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A
gasp, pained and twisted; new blood runs free.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
priest turns, hardened eyes and bloodied hands; these he rests on the knight
before him.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Easy.
Safe are thee, Sir Knight; easy. Rest. Drink of this, Sir, I beg thee. By grace
of God; praise be his Holiness: Thank thee for thy mercy.”<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Fae Treachery __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Saxons are routed. By fate or fortune, many good men are recovered from Saxon
captivity: with the decisive victory, and the shock of the British assault, the
Saxons could not make off with them. Among the rescued are the twins: the tall,
handsome Sir Vandar and Vandred. Among the dead are: Sir Golistan, huntsman of
Salisbury; the Steward of Salisbury; Sir Rowan, Iwan’s brother; many others.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Still:
The Saxons have left a wealth of food, supplies and loot; there is more than
enough for the army, and the surviving knights each receive a hearty portion of
loot!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">King
Uther bids the army rest in Parisium; the Saxons defeated, he takes an
entourage to see the Centurion King at Eburacum.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A
few days later, a rider rushes into the camp, bee-lining for the tents of
Salisbury. The man begs for the Earl Roderick and, so presented, gives him a
missive.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Earl unfolds the letter, scanning it quickly. His face goes dark; stonefaced;
devoid of emotion.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A
few moments pass; he calls for his council. He is not seen for the rest of the
day. Indeed, he spends much of the next few days his tent with his senior men.
Sir Elad, repeatedly, steps from the tent. He counts and re-counts the number
of Salisbury Knights.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A
day or two later, the King returns: He informs the gathered knights that they
are free to return home. So dismissed, the Earl gathers the men of Salisbury,
addressing everyone: While we were away in this land, the Summerlanders
attacked. Per incoming reports, they've taken more than just our contested
lands. They currently lay siege to Castle Deviziers on the border. This is of
course an outrage: Summerland has no claim to it.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Earl continues: “I see not now, nor did I see whence, one Summerland knight in
this fateful battle. Truly, I know not what that…. What Cadwy said to our King,
but it seems he was not subject to the same muster as we…”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Alas.
God has heard this: Greatly do I wish to march back through cursed Summerland
and take what is ours; but we are in no condition. Spoken, have I, with Duke
Ulfius; he has granted us passage through the Vale to return to our lands. But
I bid thee, good knights: Upon our return, do keep thee a watchful eye for Summerland
incursions deeper into Salisbury proper. You have each fulfilled your duties,
and have fought well here. Though you are dismissed, I humbly request willing
and able volunteers to bolster our garrisons on the Summerland front. This has
been a great victory, but we must remain vigilant on our return home.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">Elvorix
stands to cheer for Earl Roderick’s wisdom, and for our victory in Parisium; he
seeks to inspire other Knights to join him! Alas, his mood is not met.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Summerland Garrison
__________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild, badly wounded, regains his senses in the care of holy men. Sirs Iwan
and Elvorix still attend him, and thus he hears the many details of the battle
and Summerland.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">In
his moments alone, the Aquitanian considers the unlikely victory at Parisium,
and his brush with death. The wound under his eye heals well enough, though he hears
there was some trouble with the chirurgery. He touches it gingerly; it will
leave gnarled scar.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Perhaps
the Fae curse was his alone to bear? Yet still: The Demon Merlin has betrayed
them all, these good men of Logres, by withholding knowledge of the ambush. He
wracks his brain, but he cannot devise the evil schemes of that unholy
creature. Still: Though he knows not the demon’s schemes, he is sharp and
vigilant. He will discover them, and he will thwart them. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Hearing
of the Summerland garrisons and their predictable, faewrought betrayal, the
Aquitanian tells Elvorix to send message to the Earl: He will volunteer as soon
as he can fight! He wishes Vengeance on the abject, dishonorbale and
fae-twisted Summerland scum. Laughing, Sir Elvorix puts a finger to
Vandagild's lips "Now now, Vandagild; nay did I muster half of this kingdom
to save thee from that tower, only for thee to die of sepsis. Rest. Glad, am I,
that ye yet live."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
rants more about the wretched Fae Summerlanders, his injured voice spewing with
hate; he coughs wretchedly, and once more Elvorix hushes him, bidding him not
rip his bandages.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A
short while later, Elvorix’s cousin, Atticus, attends his wounded Lord. Vandagild
thanks the young Roman him for saving him from the battle, once more commending
him for his resourceful acquisition of a Rouncey on the battlefield. He will
gift the beast to the Earl Roderick, and credit Atticus with its capture.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">With
Vandagild stable and recovering, Sirs Elvorix and Iwan volunteer for Garrison,
to the gratitude of their Lord. Alas: They learn that before the gathered
forces could return to Salisbury, Castle Deviziers had fallen. The Castellan
has not been heard of nor seen since, nor any of the other garrison Knights. Woe!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Earl
Roderick commands a garrison set up in the manors nearby: Upaven and West
Lavington; these lands are held by Sir Hywell. Summerland scouts and raiders
probe the defences, but nothing unmanageable. The two Wolves of Logres man
their stations and ride their patrols.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">On
one such patrol, Sir Elvorix rides a patrol, he notices an unusual amount of
Summerlands troop movements; Summerland is to the north of his position, but
many of their troops seem to be guarding the woods nearby to the west. The
Roman reports this to Sir Elad; he explains that he suspects they might be
preparing an attack from that direction. Sir Iwan too has spotted these
men, but he also reports movements and campfires within the forest. He consults
with Elvorix, who did not see these things. The handsome Iwan, ever suspicious
of Fae trickery, starts rambling about the fae magic, and the wisps in the
woods...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">Ignoring
Iwan’s mumbling discontent, Sir Elad is concerned: we haven't been able to get
a solid count of their men. They're all over the place. He shakes his head in
frustration and dismisses the Roman; Sir Elvorix thanks Sir Elad and leaves.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Sarum and Salisbury
__________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Soon
enough, the knights are each afforded time in their own manors. The famously
hardy Vandagild heals soon enough, thanks to God and the hard work of the court
chirurgeons; the scar on his face, joining that from his encounter with a bear
in his youth, does little favour to his visage.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Soon,
from Sarum, word comes: The new Countess Ellen has given birth! God has granted
the Earl a healthy daughter; she is named Jenna. There is a celebration at
Sarum; the joy is somewhat subdued given the losses of men and land.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Alas!
One more blow to the Salisbury morale yet awaits the luckless Earl. At the
feast, we hear rumour from Levcomagus: tale spreads of the Six Knights who
stood against an army, and the cowardice of Earl Roderick! The folk of that
city, lorded by the wretched coward Sir Blains, have begun to sing songs of the
six knights who told Earl Roderick to go home in the Spring. Worse still, they
are profoundly catchy… Woe!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Regardless
of opinion, some part of truth insists that Sir Blains has done a remarkable
job in Levcomagus; it has grown from an unimportant town into a popular and rising
city. Sir Iwan, for his part, believes the men of Salisbury ought to reverse
this ascendence. Vandagild hates the man, and agrees wholeheartedly. Sir Elvorix
thinks the plan fine, but we would need a declaration of war. Many other
knights overhear the conversation, and chime in with boisterous agreeance:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Yea!
Send forth the Wolves of Logres to Levcomagus! Let them see the teeth of whom
they scorn!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Porkins, Elvorix's former squire, calls loudly! "Yea! Yea, verily! Let us
go forth in force; force feed those dogs a taste of this Salisbury “cowardice!”
Hurrah!"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Though
his young voice carries well through the hall, there is a following silence;
Earl Roderick stares, his hand raised in a demand for silence, and obedience.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
man’s voice is measured, and stern: "I will hear not another word of
Levcomagus until the year's end. That is enough."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
mood sobers. Sir Vandagild take’s stock: We have conflict with the Saxons,
Summerland and Levcomagus. We have lost land, and our forces are depleted. We
are truly in no position to make this move; still, the thought satisfies the
soul.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Roman, Sir Elvorix speaks boldly: "Yea, that is the obvious, prudent
choice, My Lord. Our straits are dire ones; our country’s forces on the verge
of collapse from the bloody battlefields of Eburacum; we must each see to our own
lands before we can pursue more conflict!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A
brief silence.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"And
as for he who would disagree with our Lord on this matter; that man will have
to answer to me!" He follows, standing, and surveying the hall.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">More
silence.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Earl
Roderick; his voice a rock once more: "Sir Elvorix. If thy opinion was wanted,
it would have been requested. Now; sit thyself; and eat."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
men eat; each quietly considers his own troubles, weighing them against those
of Salisbury and their neighbours.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Quiet
conversation eventually resumes: Sir Iwan regrets routing our forces through
Summerland; he wishes instead we had burned Levcomagus when we had the chance. Sir
Vandagild shrugs: We were beset by hated foes on all sides; and by obligation
marched our knights elsewhere. A consequence was inevitable. Moreover; the
Aquitanian expresses some satisfaction that his suspicion of the fae-loving
Summerlanders was vindicated; now every man will know them for the dishonorable
knaves they are. He looks forward to bringing them battle.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">The
feast resolves; knights are dismissed and return home.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ The Homefront __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild invites Sir Uvan, now a knight, to dine at the former’s manor of
Winterbourne Gunner. The young Pict is unsure of himself; he doesn't feel
confident in his new position. He doesn't feel he should be Lord of a manor; he
doesn’t feel he can fill his father's shoes. Worse, says Uvan: Roderick has
chosen a commoner as the huntsman to replace Sir Golistan; not Sir Uvan, nor
even Sir Vandagild! The Aquitanian is gentle, compassionate; he tells his
friend that his father’s role as Huntsman was greater than dogs and deer; the
position is complex, and requires a wealth of military and political
experience. This new commoner-huntsman will not be on the council; Golistan
was. He assures Uvan that, in time, the young Pict will earn his role by
Roderick’s side. He believes in him, but times are too tense to have a bright
young pup like Uvan in the council; Vandagild smiles, shrugs, and offers the
lad more wine.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uvan
is grateful; the two men drink and eat in easy camaraderie.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">They
talk of grief; first Catrin, and now Golistan, are lost to them both. Vandagild
is freshly heavy for the latter; he had thought himself redeemed after working
hard to atone for his dishonourable entanglement with Lady Catrin; but then she
died. As his heart broke, so too his relationship with Golistan. He speaks,
mostly to himself, lamenting that he had not smoothed things with the Pictish
Huntsman earlier. He thought it just needed time; he thought he had time.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uvan
is kind: He doesn’t blame Vandagild; not for his sister’s death, and not for
his father’s wrath. He doesn’t believe the Aquitanian cursed.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Pict sighs, sliding a tankard of ale across the table; “Sir Iwan, on the other
hand… He is cursed. No doubt” he adds, with a laugh and wry smile.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Poor
fellow.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
takes the drink, chuckling, and rocks back in his chair; “Yea. Poor Iwan.
Truly, I feel some sadness for that. That cursed Beaver, Uvan… my rage hath no
bounds. Lord above! Uvan, harken once more: I do hate that Beaver. God, do I
hate it.” They laugh, each knowing well that monster’s sneaky wrath.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Aaah.
Yea. Poor Iwan. All aside; Lost too, did he, his brother in yon battle; Rowan.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
downs some ale. Uvan follows, nodding sadly.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Alas!
Yea. Iwan’s Curse: For such wrath as they might muster, my little warriors will
be there beside his when those pitiful fae-devils strike; this I swear, to thee
and to God.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
catches movement in the hall, flicking his eyes thus; “Oh, woe! And thus spoke,
the monsters appear!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Hence,
Vandagild’s children, Uvan’s nephews and niece, are brought forth by maids. The
men play with the younglings; they poke their father’s new scar, and pull ugly
faces at him; he laughs with them, and pokes back. Uncle Uvan battles them with
wicker blades: Alas, outnumbered by fearless toddlers, he falls beneath their
relentless assault.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Meanwhile,
the steward of the manor organises two machinations: Defensive palisades, to
encompass the enclosure of Winterbourne Gunner; and the gifting of the captured
Rouncey to Earl Roderick, courtesy of Atticus. At Shrewton, Sir Elvorix schemes
with Lady Diane; they begin plans to ply their savvy, and the latter’s
political connection, to secure grant of a Chace from the King in his lands…<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ The Envoys of Logres
__________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Later
in the season, Earl Roderick calls for the Wolves of Logres; they attend in
earnest.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“To
thy credit, Duke Gorlois of Cornwall hath taken kindly to thee. And fortune
presents opportunity; I have need for a meeting with he. Thus, I need thee to set
forth to Cornwall on my behalf. Swear now to secrecy, and in doing so accept this
task, regardless of what I demand.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Without
hesitation, each man swears it.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Good.
Sit. Here is no secret: We are in a shit position. Summerland hath outwitted us
in the west; Sir Blains doth weasel forth his taunts from the east. And the
Saxons… Well. Reports mount; they gather in the south. I expect of them an
offensive in the Spring. We all do.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
sighs; “Suffice to say, alone are we in Logres. Am I. That is in need of change,”
he says, sitting upright again; “There is one other, and one alone, among the
lords of Logres, in similar position. Moreover; he dwelleth beyond the
influence of Ulfius, and those other influential men. Duke Gorlois.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Last
autumn, God did not see fit to bless me with a son. But he hath blessed me with
a daughter, and a fine one. Thus, I tell thee this: I seek an alliance with
Gorlois. The proposal is to betroth my Jenna with his Cador; and, yea, with
that betrothal an alliance. This union, of course, to be formalised when my
daughter comes of age. Hence I bid you thus: Travel thee now to Cornwall; tell
him that he may attend our court in Sarum this Easter; yea, convince him of
this. And hence, at Sarum, we can hunt the details of the agreement.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Have
thee questions?” he asks, eyeing us each.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“None
my Lord.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
nods; “You are to set off immediately.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">As
they depart; Vandagild notes that Sir Elvorix still is in lack of a squire;
Porkins, of course, was recently knighted. Vandagild offers him the service of
his own youngest brother, Vandimund. As thy family serves me, may mine serve
thee, good Sir Elvorix. And Atticus has done for himself many favours, I assure
thee!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Winter 484 __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">As
they each return to their manors to gather what they need for Cornwall, each
man makes some brief preparations for winter.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild, eager to rid himself of his curse, donates several libra to the
church. He summons Good Father Perticus to perform an exorcism for the Fae
Curse that plagues his family! Little Vandric and Llyria both catch colds, no
doubt wantful for their mother’s careful attention; but God does not see fit to
take them this year.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Alas!
The luckless Sir Iwan finds yet more fae fortune: His wife, Alwen, passes in
the birth of his daughter! The babe lives and is healthy; she is named for her
mother, now with God: baby Alwen.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">His
brother and wife; dead in consecutive seasons. He is quiet, barely sharing the
news. As they travel, Vandagild carefully treads the topic with his modest
friend; they both share similar griefs. They talk in hushed tones in quiet
moments; Vandagild reaffirms that he, and his boys, will help him overcome
whatever curse yet haunts his family; the twins, Vandemir and Vandric, are 5
soon, and already learning the blade; they already slew uncle Uvan with
merciless efficacy, he quips. He earns a small smile. Enough for now.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
keeps watch until they return. Bidden or otherwise, Lady Eleri creeps into
Iwan’s thoughts.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Wolves ride west, into the snow.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 13.5pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 107%;">__________<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 107%;">Images:</span></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 107%;"> Bayeux Tapestry, 11<sup>th</sup> Century
France. From https://www.britannica.com/topic/Bayeux-Tapestry<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 107%;">King Arthur Pendragon 5.2<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Trent_Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07027231462282970568noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468481237476887643.post-81571366809262128202022-08-27T19:01:00.001-07:002022-08-27T21:58:03.109-07:00The Heirs of Britain - Game Thirteen<p> </p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 24pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Heirs of Britain</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 24pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Session </span></b><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 20pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">13: 484, The Hand of
Death</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">__________
Session 13: 484, Shrewton Manor __________</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"> <br /><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Lady
Diane and Sir Elvorix are wed at the latter’s home of Shrewton Manor. The
wedding is lavish and gay, funded by the traditional peasant levy. As a friend
of Diane’s, King Uther himself, with his glorious entourage, attends the
wedding! He of course takes Elvorix’s rooms, and everything else that he
deserves.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
tall Roman receives many gifts; moreover, Sir Cedifor, whom he defeated
in a duel in London, 479, finally pays his debt.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Prince
Madoc approaches the groom, who talks easily with his friends Sir Iwan and Sir
Vandagild.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Well!
What spy we here!? My eyes deceive if here not be the three young Wolves of
Logres!" he smiles, joining them with a drink in hand.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
name sticks, and thus we are known. The Wolves talk, and the Aquitanian
Vandagild reveals a personal gift; gold rings of camaraderie for each of Sir
Elvorix, Sir Iwan, and Sir Vandar, in thanks for their daring and valiant
efforts in helping him escape the Forest of Gloom. Handsome Sir Iwan,
characteristically shy, is a little overwhelmed; he soon avoids the boisterous
masses keeps to himself. He quietly gifts Elvorix a respectable sum of treasure
for his wedding</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">As
the guests continue to arrive, the young Roman’s new standing with a warden of
the King affords him some privilege: He enjoys some warming drinks with Uther
and his son, Prince Madoc. The King thoroughly enjoys Elvorix's cellar, his
cheeks rosy and his tongue loose. Indeed, the excess of this indulgence is not
of a kind commonly seen by the king… He is a little more jovial than usual, and
he steps with a care-free bounce; he seems amenable to many things. Undeterred,
Sir Elvorix continues to tap such casks of fine Aquitanian wine as he now has; a
wedding gift from Sir Vandagild.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">As
the feast proper begins, Sir Elvorix gathers the attention of those gathered:
With inspiring words he raises toast to the King Uther, the Earl Roderick, the
Prince, and the Wolves of Logres! He pulls Lady Diane in close and supplies her
a passionate kiss. A round of cheers fill the hall!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Soon
Sir Vandagild is drunk, adding passion to this: He tells the gathered courtiers
the glorious tale of the past year: From Summerland Hijinx to the Black Dogs
and Hag of Imber; From the loss of Iwan to the Discovery of Sir Pellinore; From
the Knight of Names to the Demon Beaver of the Bridge; from the
Priest-among-Priests Father Perticus and, finally, to their escape, and the
courage and loyalty of the Wolves of Logres and Sir Vandar. His wine-fuelled
expressions are timely and powerful; moving and frightening and exciting at the
proper moments! The story is well told, and the enraptured crowd cheer their
healthy escape! To note: the Aquitanian carefully omits Elvorix’s terror’d
flight before the Hag’s lair; this is no time for shame and cowardice; he
cheers for the Roman’s wedding and hospitality, calling for more Aquitanian
wine! Servants roll forth more barrels of the ruby nectar!</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Cadellian Reunion __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Cadel is here! The man is looking better; a little less grubby, his clothes
stitched where required. He has taken a bath. The humble knight is
characteristically awkward and does keep to himself for the most part, but pays
proper respect to the bride and groom. Sir Elvorix shakes his hand firmly, and
is glad he came; he tells the man to enjoy himself! Sir Vandagild approaches,
glad to see the man for which that great adventure was undertaken. Cadel was
glad to hear the story in full, and is happy that Vandagild is alive and well.
He delivers his thanks and well wishes with eyes locked on Vandagild’s, a
testament to the shy man’s sincerity.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">For
his part, Imber is on track to recover. He needs more laborers, and some
hardware, but morale improves among the villagers and work is getting done.
Noting his lack of wife, Sir Vandagild offers to fund a steward for the man to
help in the recovery, should he needs assistance. The generous offer is
politely and graciously dismissed; everything should be well now that the Thing
is gone: Cadel signs a Hail Mary; God-Willing it does not return. Vandagild
echoes the sign, and breaks easily into an impassioned rant about the Fey
menace and their wretched, evil ways; Cadel patiently endures.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Soon enough, Sir
Cadel tells the younger man that the “Wolves of Logres” are welcome whenever
they wish for a drink or visit; but please feel thee no obligation to come and
check on me. Sir Vandagild nods, and apologises for any perception of
questioning the man's competence. A friendly hand on his shoulder, Vandagild
invites Cadel to meet the charming Lady Catrin, and his children. She is very keen
to meet Cadel, the man for whom such was risked…</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ More Wine! __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">As
the day progresses, Lady Diane tugs gently on Elvorix’s wrist.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">
“My dear, though oft I drink with our most Gracious King, nought have I seen
him like this,” she whispers, glancing surreptitiously toward the swaying
Uther.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Moreover,
the court too feel some need to match his efforts; an unprecedented amount of
wine is being consumed this day.<br />
<br />
“I have shared word with yon Pantlers and... well. We will truly run dry of
wine afore time, even considerate of Sir Vandagild’s gift!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
pauses only a moment, before replying confidently: “Well, more must be fetched!
Nay, this night will not be the one in which the King is told the wine is
exhausted!”<br />
<br />
Diane nods; she’s not seen the King in want of wine before; she isn’t sure what
will happen.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix approaches his neighbour Sir Cynon, the Lord of Chitterne; the man is
known for his generosity, and he stands near. The man is happy to help, though the
year has not been fortunate for his harvests. He assents to the request, only
begging that the Roman return a favour one day. Sir Elvorix, not one for misty
debts, offers him a Libra instead; this Cynon accepts happily. The man sends
his squire with Elvorix servants to fetch the fine barrels and ensure correct proceedings.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Until they arrive,
the Roman makes efforts to slow the dispensation of wine; this leads to some
accosting of servants, but little else. Fortunately, none of this is blamed on the
host.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Rowdy Roddy Roderick
__________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Soon
Elvorix’s attention is given to his Lord, Earl Roderick; he has not forgotten! He
makes effort to improve the relationship between his Earl and the King! Of
course, this wedding was organised somewhat behind Roderick's back, and the
situation requires some delicacy: Alas, Sir Elvorix, normally reliably
courteous, lacks this. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Earl takes the offer as a sign of disrespect. Moreover, perhaps a little loose
with drink and confident with his new status, Sir Elvorix accidentally refers
to the Earl by name, a touch too casually. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“My
Lord” the Earl states firmly, with a hard stare.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Remember
that,” he adds, “when next we speak. Forget not who thy Lord is.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
apologises; stammering out for explanation some twisting of party courtesy
versus formal courtesy…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild, unaware of the Earl's now dark mood, approaches the Earl with mirth:
He still manages the courtesy well, and the two men shares news and disposition.
Earl Roderick is glad to see the Aquitanian safe, adding that he enjoyed the
story. Sir Vandagild asks for an opportunity to go Falconing or Hunting; he has
been practicing his skills with his lovely and talented wife! The Earl is keen,
and offers positive intent but no promise: He cannot be sure what the future
holds, and challenges brew.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix, still wary, watches the Earl cautiously. Roderick moves to speak with
Sir Edar, a man with whom Elvorix still shares no love. He spies from the Earl
a dissatisfied rant, and suspects it about his own behaviour…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Meanwhile,
Vandagild finds Sir Iwan near a wall, sitting patiently. They talk some, and
the Aquitanian reaffirms his Oath to Sir Iwan to have his own children help
Iwan's with whatever Fae Trials await them at age. Prince Meliodus, too, is
present! Vandagild learns that the chirurgeons were able to save the Prince’s
noble squire from the Black Dogs’ wounds, and they have been resting a time at his
home in Lyonesse. Vandagild introduces his growing young family, enjoying the
presence of such a fine knight. Later, Vandagild spends some time drinking in
friendly manner with Prince Madoc; they enjoy the simple companionship of
comrades-in-arms. The Aquitanian is enjoying the eve greatly; his first in a
great time, and his first since his trouble in the Fae Forest.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Earl is among the first to leave.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ The Carousing King
__________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix sits with the King and his courtiers long into the night, drinking
greatly and enjoying the time. He learns in the conversation that Lady Diane's
family used to have lands in Sussex; these lands sit now in Saxon hands.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">King
Uther laments the Saxon menace: “Lo! What not would I do to smite that filthy smile
from... Aella's face! Ugh! And such stupidity of name! Stupid fucking Saxons! Laying
upon their children such names as befit only the dung of an ox. My heart would
swell true, could I but bring men South, yea, and lay waste unto their abject
hovels, and burn them, and grind them deep into this holy British earth! Rid
this land of them, for good and for long, I say! And I say it true!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
drinks deeply of his glass, wiping his face with the back of his arm.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Alas,
I have not the men,” he sighs, dejected.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
offers some ideas; perhaps other petty kingdoms might help us against the
Saxons? They may join us to help fight the Saxons instead of other Britons?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uther
shakes his head, “Fighting with those other lands is the means by which I claim
strength! And yea, such battles as these do secure and hold such borders as we
now have! Dead, I will be, and in boney ground, before damned Cornwall comes hither
to aid me, or those so-called Kings of Cambria.” <br />
<br />
“We did save the Prince of Lyonesse!” Elvorix suggests, “Mayhaps such a debt me
charm him to our side?"<br />
<br />
“The prince of Lyonesse? M.. Mehh… hh… Meliodus? Hrmph. Heard he doth well handle
a blade."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
assents, gesturing to the Prince across the room. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
King nods his head "Huh. I do wonder then to know; what horse can yonder
Prince muster, and what foot?"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Roman offers to fetch said Prince; Uther holds up a hand; Now is not the time.
The King declares that he is not in a stately affair. Thus, Sir Elvorix offers
himself as an envoy for future opportunities; Uther tells he will keep it in
mind.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Roman says he’s glad to be of any assistance planning for the future, and with
righteous fury for the demise of the Saxons; he spits. The king too spits, and
grumbles with frustration.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“So!
Do thee tell me, Sir Elvorix; were I, King Uther, to bring men to Sussex, yea,
and to slay those beasts, what ought I…. nay, would YOU do? Were you given
charge, Elvorix, what would you do? To navigate their cursed, dense forests
with our noble cavalry?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
conversation wheels around strategy and tactics... What a great fortune! Sir Elvorix
has been thinking long and hard these many nights, with no wife to keep him
busy until this very night, his eves are spent dreaming of strategy to drive
Saxons from British soil! Fueled so by his rage for Saxons, he has been mulling
on this plan for some time: He now has a chance to tell it to the King Himself!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">With
fervour, he tells the King precisely what he has devised!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
plan is a poor one, alas; the King entertains the story, but he is not
enthusiastic. The plan is bold, and feverishly delivered, but it has little
strategic or tactical merit. Nonetheless, Uther mulls over the idea: Invade
Sussex? It appeals to him. He will act, he says, if he deems it necessary, and if
it is in his and the Kingdom's interest. <br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Dynasty Despair! __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild commissions the finest goldsmith in Londinium: Three like rings are
crafted of gleaming aurum; a trio of hunting wolves lope freely across the
plains of Briton, in joyous pursuit of their prey. He gives one each to Sir
Iwan and Sir Elvorix, keeping one for himself. A fine garnish for the Wolves of
Logres!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEga9Dtejay4IdXDGv6q1bViZo74tlofq6PJaP9jhO9aWw08WDrWi82SfSE2K-WKorOJocyKuM7Wx4CMEjw0sp0NpnfbGCmzqtnwsr_fLLMaSiILHLK6Rb81vGQWg4_uQyG-_rytwo3YsyGec6R0KtBDslVvHdswUfpD7OBNTeFAKjor9smB-NUDVr6bcw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="267" data-original-width="496" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEga9Dtejay4IdXDGv6q1bViZo74tlofq6PJaP9jhO9aWw08WDrWi82SfSE2K-WKorOJocyKuM7Wx4CMEjw0sp0NpnfbGCmzqtnwsr_fLLMaSiILHLK6Rb81vGQWg4_uQyG-_rytwo3YsyGec6R0KtBDslVvHdswUfpD7OBNTeFAKjor9smB-NUDVr6bcw" width="320" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Meanwhile,
Sir Iwan's study of letters causes his secret missive to yield: ‘Come
disguised, meet a servant named Annest, who will arrange with you to speak with
Lady Eleri’, it reads. He carefully folds it and keeps it close.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">At
Winterbourne Gunner, Vandagild’s father-in-law, the Pictish huntsman Sir Golistan
arrives. His son, and Vandagild’s squire, Uvan safely returned, he nonetheless
worries for the safety of his family. The strong ties between the two families
mean Vandagild’s trials are a great stress to him. He opts to spend the winter,
to "Keep an eye on things” and make sure his family is safe. Vandagild
minds not; though both men stress for the safety of Catrin and Uvan, and each
bears scars from the others steel, they nonetheless share a warm history.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Golistan
eats and drinks greatly during the winter, to no little expense. He keeps close
to Lady Catrin, his daughter, heavily pregnant, watching carefully for her
care.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Soon,
God brings forth the child; the sixth of the pairing and first daughter. The
labor is long, pained, and excessively sanguine. The screaming babe is pushed
into the world by the hardy and courageous Catrin, but the effort has broken
her. Nearby, Vandagild paces, Golistan drinks, and Uvan fidgets; the anxiety of
wait builds as little news comes, and long hours pass. Soon only the crying
babe can be heard. A priest brings the news to the uneasy men. The Aquitanian
rushes into the room as Catrin flirts with consciousness; memories blur of the
next moments.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Hope;
Disbelief; Despair; Heartbreak.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
grips her weak hand; wishing, urging words, whispered softly but with the full
force of his heart, reach her delicate ear.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
sound of an ancient stone, clattering to the floor; dropped helplessly from a
cold hand.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
drone of holy prayer is a solemn, unremitting rhythm.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Wails;
throaty cries; shattering furniture.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Anguished
silence.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A
priest’s gentle, dulcet baritone: Lady Catrin rests now with God in the Kingdom
of Heaven.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A
healthy baby girl is born; she takes the name of the witch: Llyria.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ A Family Broken __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Golistan,
ever suspicious, is cold. The Pict declares that Vandagild has been cursed by
his close encounters with the Fae of Gloom. Vandagild does not deny it; he is
grief alone. The mention of Fae and their curses thrusts a spear of rage into
the cauldron of his emotion.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Through
the Aquitanian’s irresponsibility and ill fortune, Golistan has lost a
daughter. He explains it thus: In those woods, something unnatural happened; you
have brought a taint back to Salisbury. That curse has claimed his daughter. The
Huntsman rescinds Vandagild’s squireship of Uvan; the Aquitanian briefly
wonders at the legality of this, but he says nothing; a sad nod is his
response.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">So
determined, Sir Golistan wants little to do with the Aquitanian. He takes his
own son and leaves the manor; Uvan shares an apologetic, compassionate look; he
grips arms with his mentor and friend, but both know Golistan will need time.
Vandagild apologises for bringing the curse; he promises them both that he will
seek a priest (Father Perticus, he wonders?); for he will see this Fae Curse
rid. He speaks also to Sir Iwan, who also bears some dynastic curse from that
horrid beaver.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Alone,
he cries. Heavy, shameless, shuddering.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Moving On __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">In
late winter, Sir Vandagild stands in his shirt, looking mournfully over the
broad, icy banks of the river Bourne. Whipping winds flick snow and cold about
him, his long, tangled hair unkempt around a pale face; small ice clings to his
cheek.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">In
his hand, a small stone. He clutches it tightly, his heart a swirling,
uncertain thing. It is smooth, cold: The druidic stone of mysterious Llyria of
the Wodewood; a charm for the health of babes. The woman foretold of five
healthy sons; she said nothing of daughters; she said nothing of a dead wife.
The stone kept his sons safe; but he can help not to think it somehow related
to the death of his Love, Catrin.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
looks at it long, his face pained and aggrieved. Around his throat, fastened
delicately, rests Catrin’s necklace; he gifted it to her in Londinium. Fresh
tears freeze under his eye. He hurls the stone into the river.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Returning
to the manor, he summons his steward: A monument is to be erected; a testament
the triumph of Christianity over the Fae; he hopes this will ward the insipid
Fae, and help rid him of the curse that afflicts his family. He returns to his
children and holds them close. They play with small, wooden toys, he smiles
weakly.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">His
friend visits: Elvorix has a cousin; a page, Atticus. A good boy, he tells.
Roman. The younger begs a lord to squire to, and Vandagild is now absent the
latter. The Roman believes not the rumours of Vandagild’s curse. The oath is
made.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Winter
passes, and the first, icy drips of melting ice shine like diamonds among the
sunlit trees of a Salisbury sunrise.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix has made efforts to impress his Loyalty to Roderick to the court. Sir
Iwan has been training hard, as usual; he has quietly become the finest
swordsman among the Wolves of Logres: Sir Vandagild is the finest horseman; he
rides alone in the woods, galloping hard among the frozen trails he once rode
with Catrin.</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ 484: Spring Muster!
__________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Wolves receive missives; we are summoned to muster at Sarum. The young knights
are among the last to arrive; as we enter the gate, the whole Bailey is stacked
with knights, men-at-arms, and their entourages. We learn from the Earl we are
to muster at Lindsey, and Lindenpool, to relieve the city of Eburacum in the
Kingdom of Malahaut. The latter is a very Roman city, once among the largest in
the north. Their ruler still considers himself staunchly Roman. Sir Vandagild
thinks his name is King Mark; he is wrong, Elvorix tells him. Within Logres, he
is known as the Centurion King. Within Malahaut, he is called Legatus Augustii.
His knights he calls Equestrians; the traditional Roman title.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Saxon Kingdoms to north, Nohaut and Deera, have attacked and are laying siege
to that great city of Malahaut. The Centurion King has requested the aid of
Logres, promising substantial reward for their aid. Vandagild is overjoyed; at
long last, we will once more shed blood to help Britons kill Saxons, rather
than for infighting and politics. And the muster is massive this day;
anticipation grows!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Iwan
notices the heraldry of the gathered knights, recalling the contested manors on
the border of Summerland. Those men, on the border of those fae-touched lands,
must have been recalled for this muster to be the size that it is; either that
or Mercenaries have been bought. The handsome knight shares this. Sir Vandagild,
in response, looks for an opportunity to ask among the muster for news from the
Summerland border, but there is no time; the Earl, at conclusion of his mustering
speech, orders his men to mount up and leave at once.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">We
ride north. The Aquitanian asks the nearby knights his inquiry; alas there are
none from the Summerland border nearby.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A
nearby knight chuckles; “Why ask ye, Sir Vandagild? Plan ye a raid on
Summerland? Split some Fae princess in twain with thy hateful blade?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Maybe,” Vandagild’s laughs back, “I truly have little doubt that foul swamp is a nest
of those treacherous elves.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Hogwash!"
says the knight.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Not
so! I tell thee true: Those deceitful demons did steal my squire, and brought
death to my wife with nefarious curses!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
knight is sceptical; “Hmph. I think thee deceived, Sir. But God’s grace with
ye!”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Villains of The Vale
__________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
army of Salisbury reaches The Vale; Levcomagus. The city is slightly smaller
than Sarum but has grown rapidly in recent years under the stewardship of Sir
Blains. Before us, six men stand in the road, Blains’ banner held aloft. The
column stops. The Earl rides forth with some men; blades are drawn and shouting
issues as Roderick confronts the men; but they are not intimidated by the great
Salisbury muster. After time, the column turns around. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Withdrawn
to Salisbury, the column halts once more. Sirs Godifer, Golistan, and Hywell
are called out of column, and into a large tent with Roderick. Hours pass. A
page approaches Sirs Iwan and Vandagild; they are requested in the tent.
Attending, the discover within a hastily constructed War Room: The Earl stands
with 10 men: Sirs Amig, Elad, Godifer, Golistan, the Banneret Hywell, Sir Edar,
and more men we know not.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">As
we enter, a tail of conversation reaches our ears: “… to stick with such
enemies we know! At least we can be assured they intend to cut our throat, and
we can treat them thus!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Bedegraine
was too far,” adds Amig with a sigh.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Godifer’s
passionate addition: “Let us not underestimate the Vale, nor Ulfius' preference
for that upstart brat!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
two young men enter; Sir Golistan turns, and double-takes on Sir Vandagild.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Pict quickly turns to Roderick, thrusting a finger back at the young
Aquitanian: “What purpose hath he here? I tell thee, he is cursed! We can little
afford a cursed man in these proceedings; Nay, such Doom he wears, he will
bring upon this whole army!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Earl raises an eyebrow, sighs, and nods. He turns to Vandagild and waves him
away with little conviction. The Aquitanian bows and leaves without argument.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Iwan now stands with the senior men. Sir Godifer straightens his clothes, and a
silence settles on the room.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elad breaks it with his gruff tones: “Well. We lament the lack of contact from the
Centurion King; perhaps it we find now the moment to secure an alliance with-”
a sharp cough from the Earl brings silence.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Roderick
speaks: “Prithee! Keep thy focus. We have invited the young knights... err,
knight,” a glance to Golistan, “for a reason.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Sir
Iwan; fought ye with us in Bedegraine, and fought ye well. And thou hath
accompanied our Glorious King on his Parley with Cadwy of Summerland. Do I
speak truth?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Iwan
nods.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Well.
I hope thy wisdom from such adventures, untainted by the gossip in these flabby
walls,” he says, looking around, “will prove useful in helping us resolve such
tricky matters as face us hence.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
gathered councillors summarise thus: Sir Blains is holding his border firm, and
threatens war; he gives us not passage through his lands. And he may have
teeth, sharper still with the favour and backing of Duke Ulfius. And the Duke himself
grows quite ambitious. We must attend muster, but our passage is thrice
blocked. We can go South to Noviomagis, but Aelle will likely see our movement
and strike our rear while we campaign north. We can march west, through
Summerland, but it may be seen as an act of war, particularly as we still hold
contested manors on the border; but who knows how they will respond. Or we can
force our way through the Vale, risking a fight with those men, and certainly
escalating that conflict. Either way, the risk is great.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Bickering
ensues; more men believe we should confront Blains; A second large group
suggests we pass by Sussex. Only Godifer speaks for marching via Summerland.
Roderick asks Iwan his opinion.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
young knight thinks a short time; if anything he favors the Sussex route
Sussex. Though there are many Saxons (he thinks them related to dogs, and thus they
breed with inhuman fertility), he feels we will soon battle them in any case. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
asks the Earl; would the King let Blains attack Salisbury in response to the
King's own summons? Roderick, raising his hand to silence the ongoing
quarreling; agrees that is a key question. Alas, if the answer were simple
there would be no problem. Marching past is, of course, no cause for war, but
Blains would not explain it as much. He only need lie that we pillaged or stole
in our passage, and the conflict spirals from there. Sir Iwan, apologising for
interrupting summarises thus: Your word against his; and likely with Duke Ulfius
putting his word in favor of Blains.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Iwan
recalls last year: At Castle Brown, King Uther told Roderick and Blains to
settle their problems on the field if need be. Troubling. He changes tack,
asking about Summerland. He learns that Salisbury’s diplomats are turned away
without seeing the Hermit King of Summerland. Their dishonourable raiders
continue to strike out; we only hope that Uther has requested the same muster
of them as he has us.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Iwan relates his impression of King Cadwy; he seems willing to let the King’s
muster travel through his lands without bloodshed. And marching past Sussex
would surely lead to our lands and families being raided; our armies bled
from behind.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">In
finality, the young knight Iwan agrees with the diplomatic Sir Godifer; the
Summerland route seems wisest. It will allow us to reach muster as quickly and
safely as possible, and the conflict is already established. The risk of long-term injury is modest. The risks of
Sussex invasions, and escalating trouble with Blains, is too great. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">His
conclusion leads to a new chorus of dissent and argument. The Earl thanks Iwan,
reminding him that everything he heard in this council is private; he is stern
on this. Should Roderick hear of this spreading, he will not take it kindly.
Iwan swears on his honor, word, and name: Nothing here will be repeated. Iwan
is dismissed.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">Soon
later, the Earl gives the order again: Mount up, back to Sarum, the army
marches west, through Summerland.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ The Road to Parisium
__________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">We
soon reach the Summerland border. The manors there are defended at a minimum;
beyond that, the foetid swamps of Summerland. The army marches within. No
disease or harassment befalls us; we meet Summerlands on the road but they
harry us not, and give the marching force its due berth and passage. Relief is
felt by many.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Farther
north, for several days. The Salisbury muster finds, protecting the southern
edge of Lindsey, a great fort. The bastion is surrounded by the rest of Uther's
force, and the King himself. The men of Salisbury are late, and are thus not
greeted warmly. But the latest are the folk of Cornwall and Duke Gorlois;
indeed, the old Duke and his men are absent! Again! We hear that the King has
been cursing Gorlois' name under his breath among his court...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
united force, the best and greatest of Logres, marches north without Cornwall.
Through Bath, Corinium, Leirstown, and to Linden Pool. At this latter fort,
great standards in the Roman style greet us, a golden eagle atop each, marking
the boundary of these proud lands. North once more, to meet the Centurion King;
north, to relieve the siege Eburacum. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Over
the journey, the Wolves of Logres, being in the same Eschille, spend time
mostly with each other. But yet some others become regular companions: Sir Elvorix
spends some time with his neighbour Sir Cynon, Lord of Chitterne. Sir Iwan
rides alongside his father-in-law, Sir Brannoc, and his old Mentor Sir Myles. Sir
Vandagild has found Sir Cadel, who has few other friends, and is grateful to
spend time with the generous Aquitanian.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">__________ War, She Comes! __________</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">So
arrayed, the men ride a narrow path through thickly forested lands, approaching
the city of Parisium.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">An
eruption of shouts! A booming roar from either flank, thousands of violent
voices, and a crash of steel on wood! Saxons!? Horses rear, and men spin to and
fro; blades whip free of scabbards! Orders are shouted, but the scene erupts
into chaos. A horde of Saxon warriors thunders from the woods into the thin,
unprepared column! Javelins and arrows rain into the disordered ranks of
knights and men! The Wolves of Logres each turn to Sir Amig; the rough man
shouts gravelly orders, and they turn to face their many foes! </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Trumpets
blare: Some order retreat; some to stand; mount-up; charge… yet more gruff,
Saxon shouts from behind! Surrounded!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Iwan, lance held high, watches in horror; time slows as a heavy javelin whips
in past his eyes; he follows it doomed flight as pit plunges into the chest of
the man beside him; punching through the tabard and maille, sinking through the
centre of his chest. The impact knocks the man backward, falling slowly from
his horse. Iwan sees his face: Sir Brannoc, his wife’s father, who helped
secure Father Perticus for their Fae Adventure. The man twists, falling face
first to the churned earth. He hits the ground hard, awkward and twisted; he
writhes, reaching weakly for a moment, and is still.<br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhMQDcUi-sjFzV-sVO9fIpN-hUHqfv73rPAah5hBr0Dbm-eCeYLs3s_XsWvWTQI9x6AnnH9jHz4t8P61SVSwKMSXiU5tJdjtFj2oR5TWU8EK_2KlRQnKRE3R9ypNoe68ZhwlusSzhJS4oh7G4-Q2hFLpS3D7gkQrlZ4IraKNw0SSWqLCTueFCujEAxILQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="603" data-original-width="781" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhMQDcUi-sjFzV-sVO9fIpN-hUHqfv73rPAah5hBr0Dbm-eCeYLs3s_XsWvWTQI9x6AnnH9jHz4t8P61SVSwKMSXiU5tJdjtFj2oR5TWU8EK_2KlRQnKRE3R9ypNoe68ZhwlusSzhJS4oh7G4-Q2hFLpS3D7gkQrlZ4IraKNw0SSWqLCTueFCujEAxILQ" width="311" /></a></span></div><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><br /><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The handsome swordsman blinks away the shock, and pulls into formation beside Sirs Vandagild and
Elvorix with Amig, just in time for the Saxons to crash into the line! A thick
swarm of the burly, blonde men is a wave, crushing inexorably from the
treeline, their long weapons poised to wreak havoc on the Britons. From among
the nearby foe, the familiar, disquieting rhythm of a fevered chant punctures
the chaos of the met battle: Wo-Tan, Wo-Tan, Wo-Tan... </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Roderick's
banner is ahead in the British Lines.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Amig yells to his men: “Fight through! Fight through, damn thee! To Roderick!
For Salisbury!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Alas!
The forces of Logres are sorely disorganised, surrounded, and terribly beset!
No man's leadership could succeed here; it is the best Amig can do to get his
men to formation in time; his eschille braces as best it can: A dense horde of ferocious
Saxon infantry slams into the shocked line, Wotan Warriors swarming among the
light javelin infantry... Each slings a hail of heavy missiles, which thud and
crack against the British armour and shields.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
and and Vandagild are hit with heavier javelins from the Wotan; Iwan and the
luckless Aquitanian are struck again with lesser missiles each: Light wounds
amount from the barrage. Sir Elvorix, impassioned with rage at the sight of
Saxon monsters, hefts violent slashes at the hulking warrior before him; alas,
the footman's own fury and spearmanship are the greater; the long weapon
crushes past the Roman's shield, ripping through the mail and opening a broad
wound in his flank... Meanwhile, Sir Iwan glances to see his fallen father-in-law
still in the reddening earth; his passion builds, adding fire as he thrusts his
blade into his attacker's shoulder! The hunter, Sir Vandagild, aims his
blow perfectly, slashing a clean blow into his attacker's head; alas, the
robust Saxon stumbles, his eye gashed clean in two, but does not fall!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">Sir
Amig, too, roars with rage: "Come on men, grind these Saxon Dogs into the
dir-!" the call cut short! His ferocious blow is parried, and as he shouts
with rage, a great Saxon spear punches hard through his open maw and out the
top of his skull; the blow flings his helmet into the air and rips his mangled head
from its perch; the man’s limp body, rapidly drenching in his own blood, slips
from his saddle with a clattering thud. Woe!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ A Desperate Defence!
__________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild, filled with hatred for this treacherous and brutal foe, shouts for
the remaining knights to stay firm! Their efforts have cut a path, and the
beleaguered warriors and are closer now to Roderick. Alas, in the chaos of the
ambush, and with the traumatic death of Sir Amig, the Aquitanian struggles to
bring order to the struggling men around him. Still, they press forward,
fighting through a new swarm of wretched Saxons: Two groups of interspersed
Saxons, some are clad in vibrant blue cloaks; these wield well-wrought
armaments, and fight with skill and discipline.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Wolves let their passion guide their arms; Sir Elvorix sees Roderick’s wavering
banner before him; a chance to save his Lord! Sir Iwan summons wrath for the
revenge of his fallen family; Vandagild fights for the safety and glory of his
companions.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"For
Roderick!" Elvorix roars; he leaps his horse over a stumbling Saxon; the impetus
of its descent lends wrath to his well-aimed blow, slashing his long blade full
through the collar of a blue-cloaked warrior; the tall blonde man drops, red
blood streaming behind him. Dissuaded by Elvorix's furious assault, no Saxon
can find a home for their treacherous blades!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Iwan slashes about him; the blue-cloaked warrior times a rapid thrust, but Iwan
catches the weapon with his sturdy shield, snapping the trapped shaft with a
quick twist of his sword! His broad, warding slashes keep the other encroaching
Saxons at bay…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Success
is not shared fairly, however: Sir Vandagild defends from his blued-foe with
skill, but the Saxon spear snakes through his shield and mail; another light
wound. But Lo! The Aquitanian’s split attention pays dividends: A Saxon warrior
is caught by one of Vandagild's prudent, powerful thrusts; his blade opens a
modest wound in the man's chest!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
men’s success nets them opportunity; the crippled eschille rejoins the steady,
reliable command of Earl Roderick! Alas, the Saxons have the disarrayed force
surrounded on three sides; only the north is open. The battle is not going
well. The army's signallers are blowing the call of retreat; anxious, staccato
blares. Worse, the Saxons have split the British forces: Pockets of men fight desperately
for survival. Earl Roderick heeds the call, and wisely orders a retreat.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
leads the Wolves onward hunting to find a breach in the endless line of foes.
There, he spies! Javelineers, undefended! He leads the knights through the
chaotic melee; A barrage of crude Saxon missiles weapons whips forth in unison;
once more, the luckless Aquitanian bleeds, a glancing blow that rips his thigh
shallow. The knights then hit home, cutting into the unarmoured Saxons and
spreading red ruin on the road-side; with vengeance and vice do they ply their
sanguine trade.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">With
that breach, the eschille is clear, cantering free of the terrible
killing-field. Earl Roderick leads his decimated forces through the gap, north once
more toward Parisium; Around us, several more groups of knights ride free of
the butchery. Many more do not. No infantry are among the free. The men search
ahead, scanning for signs of the King’s banner, hoping he still lives; They
ride north to meet him, and any other men of Britain </span><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">that still draw breath... </span><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ The Wizard at Mount Damon
__________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
grim remains of the mighty Logresian army camp atop Mount Damon; many wounded
men groan, and others search among the disorganised mass for friends and
family. Officers careful recover what is left of their men, trying to come
terms with what has just happened. The King lives, and he is an avatar of rage
in his war-tent.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild, searching for lost comrades, spies an old man approaching the King’s
camp. He carries a long staff, and is swathed in heavy robes. Uther emerges,
and is clearly happy to see him. The barons around him, too, seem invigorated,
and they gather to hear him speak. After a short conversation, Uther gathers
the decimated forces of Logres.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
orders a night attack, this very evening, on the celebrating Saxons in
Parisium.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Worry
thee not for thy tired arms and torn flesh; the Wizard, Merlin, will see thee
fit and healthy for the battle to come! Victory and vengeance will be ours!” he
declares, gesturing dramatically to the man beside him. The wizard holds aloft his
enchanted staff, and it glows impossibly at the tip: as the light bathes the
gathered men, wounds heal and vigor returns! Blood stops running and cruel rends
are sealed. A great cheer goes up!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
stiffens, his face twisting; he steels himself against the wave of Fae energy washing
over from that unknowable rod. His wounds still bleed, though some, alas, are
lessened by the eldritch light. In shock and dismay, his eyes flicks to the
gathered men about him, cheering and smiling at this treatment. Do they not see
this Fae sorcerer for his truth? So easily they accept his deceptive powers and
suspicious schemes? He spits, and storms to his friends.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Harken
thee, Iwan; Elvorix! This Demon casts its spells on thee, and with glee and
gratitude ye stand? Know thee well the deception of the demons of Fae! Let not
thy freshened wounds distract; knoweth, do thee, that no <i>man</i> stands
there beside the King, but some twisted Fae, driven only to seek what suits its
own evil designs! How can thee tolerate the touch of mischievous, wretched
sorcery from this demon in human form?” Vandagild storms these words; but his
friends respond weakly, grateful only for the healing and promise of victory.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Aquitanian shakes his head, and marches furiously to the Earl.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Aquitanian Abhorrence __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild approaches Earl Roderick in a rage; “My lord! I beg of thee a moment
to speak!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Aquitanian’s face is a rictus of hatred: His dead wife’s necklace still hangs
from his throat; the woman he loved, dead at the hands of a Fae curse that yet
lingers; a curse befallen him searching for his trapped and lost friend, squire,
and brother-in-law, Uvan; a curse oozed forth of the foul deception of the
Demon Beaver and Knight of Names; and yea, the boy himself was lost while they
hunted for another wretched demon, which did stalk the hardy, honest folk of
Imber; a quest embarked not days gone from their dishonorable and wicked treatment
at the hands of the Fae-touched rogues of Summerland. Yea, Sir Vandagild has
exhausted his patience and love for the Fae. His heart yearns only for their
destruction.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Thus,
he tells Earl Roderick similar.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“My
Lord, know thee well my trials this past year, and my grief at the hands of
demons and Fae alike. I tell thee now of how the Fae entreat - with familiar,
honeyed words they will bait thee. Yea, delivering fine phrases like the
courteous words of good men; but yet, t’is only a lure! Their wretched, evil
nature will soon reveal itself! This Merlin-creature seeks to lure us so!” he
thrusts a sharp finger toward the bearded demon.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“To
a trap, my Lord, to our deaths! Its demonic nature breeds only a selfish,
twisted morality. We escape barely, where many friends did not, from the savage
blades of the monstrous Saxons… and with poisoned kindness he washes us over
with despicable sorcery? Hoping, no doubt, to build our confidence thus to
ride once more? Once more into the slaughterhouse of the Saxons?! Nay, I say! He
will make them ready for us. My Lord, more than any in thy court do I know of
such wiles. The King must be warned. Be it my Lord’s will, of course.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Aquitanian is not finished.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“This
enchanter wishes the slaughter finished, my Lord, and with secret, foul hope
wants for all these good men of Logres dead this night at the hands of his
Saxon Demon Friends! Ask thyself, I beg of thee: How came he to this place, at
this time!? He rode not beside us, the good knights of King Uther! Of this we
are sure. And yet here he is; striding right upon us, right at the site and
time of this secret ambush? How knew he of this fight, my Lord!? And why for
did he not warn us! Yea, my Lord, each dead man yonder falls on this demon’s
conscience! I declare it true! This Unholy cretin knew of this ambush, yea, for
he marched hence with the Saxons, scheming our death with those wretched men! And
here, now, he plots only to secure our demise, my Lord; his magical “cures”
serve only to deceive, to bid us once more return into the teeth of the Saxon
Dragon and thus end the line of good British Kings once and for all! I beg of
thee: Trust him not, my Lord; and warn the King of his treachery!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Roderick
is patient. But with a new battle looming, he has much to attend; his patience
wears thin.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Sir
Vandagild: Merlin is a friend; of mine and of King Uther. I have heard thy
concern. I expect thee to ride with us; I have little more patience for
desertion” he says sternly, glancing toward the tents of Elvorix. He holds the
Aquitanian’s gaze; he does not invite further discussion.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
looks back, pleadingly, then bows respectfully.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Aquitanian has no fear of dying in battle. Indeed, he can think of no finer
way of earning his passage to Heaven than dying beside Elvorix and Iwan,
against the inexorable Saxon scourge, so twisted and manipulated by the unholy forces
of nefarious Fae. He steels himself.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Of
course, my Lord.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">So
dismissed, he seeks Atticus, to hone and maintain their arms, and a priest, to smooth
the pavement for his passage to God. He prays for his children.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________<br /><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Image 1. <a href="http://www.etsy.com/au/shop/BabylonSilver">www.etsy.com/au/shop/BabylonSilver</a></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Image 2. “The
Battle of the Teutoburg Forest in 9AD”; fresco on a school wall by H. Knackfuss
(1890). Norddeutsches Schulmuseum, Friesland.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">King Arthur Pendragon
5.2<o:p></o:p></span></p>Trent_Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07027231462282970568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468481237476887643.post-20132643279387847142022-08-08T02:48:00.000-07:002022-08-08T02:48:42.245-07:00The Tetrad of Conclave: Chronicle Two<p style="text-align: center;"> <b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Aldhabi; mso-fareast-font-family: "Yu Mincho";">Chronicle Two:
The Conclave’s Embrace.</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Aldhabi; mso-fareast-font-family: "Yu Mincho";">The First Born: These things are gods.
From the many, a Conclave emerged; of five. Five, who chose, from all that
birthed wetly from below, the first folk. Chosen, by wim or wit, as wards and
favourites. Harken thee:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Aldhabi; mso-fareast-font-family: "Yu Mincho";">In the wild places abode <b><u>DEIS</u></b>:
Woodmother; The Meadowing Bear; The Slumber and Storm. Drawn, by tranquil urge
and formless spirit, to the fertile dens of beasts and berries; there she found
the first of us. Brown; pink and beige; blunt and hairless; they squirmed stoutly,
inapt and misplaced. Forth, for these, she apprised queer fungus. Forth, hence,
she drew these folk; from the savage and serene she bade those who yet lived; unto
the realms of stone and river she led. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Aldhabi; mso-fareast-font-family: "Yu Mincho";">There dwelleth <b><u>AESTIEN</u></b>:
The Witness; Black Mountain; The Sword and Noose. Eternal eyes catch first the
timid nomads’ foray; disturbance uncalled. But some truth he sees, with both
eyes focused. He feared not their gentle mitts; feared not for havoc upon timeless
rock. But no mere beasts, nay; of these tender wretchlings he spies in the
heart: Order and edifice. With long purpose descendeth he; a glacier of stone.
He gave unto this fated band the disc and the trigon.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Aldhabi; mso-fareast-font-family: "Yu Mincho";">Too, here, his sibling <b><u>LLOD</u></b>:
The Wolves and the Water; The Courser; The Flood. With trickling laughter, in
greying time, does it coax AESTIEN to change. The hunter it did hunt; little
did it think of the folk; and it thought of them little. To hunt with, or for, it
rode. Still; some followed it to the waters. To others it sent rains; their
drenching amused; or floods; their bubbling howls too. But of meat it knew, and
the folk learned of it.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Aldhabi; mso-fareast-font-family: "Yu Mincho";">At times, the wild sisters of folk
were called by DEIS; these joined LLOD’s hunts, for some liked not the
incursions of their new children. Some learned again the taste of them, and came
unruly to the plains. They lolled in peace with full bellies; nests there they
wrought.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Aldhabi; mso-fareast-font-family: "Yu Mincho";">The folk cowered, and did bleat; they
dare not flee to the wild places, nor the realms deep and wet. Dark things
preyed, as they do; and some light. AESTIEN, obstinate, took no pity; but lo,
long purpose waned with the fortunes of folk. Though anguished so, he thus ruptured,
and unto caves he bade the wretched. Dry nests, from whence some requital for the
unmalicious mischief of LLOD and DEIS might issue. The hammer, vengeance; smite
order from twisted things.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Aldhabi; mso-fareast-font-family: "Yu Mincho";">But fear swayed; no foray. How might resolve
persist? Not when fates are so fell.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Aldhabi; mso-fareast-font-family: "Yu Mincho";"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Aldhabi; mso-fareast-font-family: "Yu Mincho";"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgsWtmN8Rno1sOsPYM5nnGtCGn9skUnMRyJo5rS0KilV2QqCUzzGwvpB0OjEYjbcfeb6kBJ6Vx2bRPT4u337KEPxR9GAAyCWLpApCbSMmC48r7l_03aVLAKvgPBfs97xx7GYdQyPgktbAgHI7P4K8mE4USlUNu6F-Dwv-FvQ-2VMXKrDP9tfGFB0R2hvg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="673" data-original-width="676" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgsWtmN8Rno1sOsPYM5nnGtCGn9skUnMRyJo5rS0KilV2QqCUzzGwvpB0OjEYjbcfeb6kBJ6Vx2bRPT4u337KEPxR9GAAyCWLpApCbSMmC48r7l_03aVLAKvgPBfs97xx7GYdQyPgktbAgHI7P4K8mE4USlUNu6F-Dwv-FvQ-2VMXKrDP9tfGFB0R2hvg" width="241" /></a></div><br />A Priestess of Austre (Art by Midjourney)<br /><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">Hence, here cometh </span><b style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;"><u>AUSTRE</u></b><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif;">:
Mother Mercy; Amber and Rose; The Dawn. A gale and zephyr; argent and pure she
flies, all yonder at once. Her blood the rose of dawn and ruby of dusk; all
dark things rend; yet here unwavering gallantry prevails. A tender hand cups
trembling cheek: With kindness this, furnished unto the folk; this, to take forth;
face the wild; the dark; the hunt. This to cower not in caves; this to bring
love. But with mercy step forth: Her spear and shield cold silver, not
burnished gold.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Aldhabi; mso-fareast-font-family: "Yu Mincho";">Last to conclave; drawn far on fragile
wings was <b><u>NOVH</u></b>: The Willing Heart; The Covetous Crow; Frost, Fire
and Fervor. Long hath he spent, distant from closest hearts; now returneth he. Cold
winds disturb little; here rest the chilled ashes of long spent fires. He knows
what AESTIEN sees not; sought by heart from these wailing folk, the raven
heeds. All tinder and spark; bare throats raw; call thee, thrice, for the
bellows of black wings. Bring close thy face; blister upon the burns of thy
desire.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Merriweather",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: Aldhabi; mso-fareast-font-family: "Yu Mincho";">So furnished; step forth the folk. Limb
and life spent free; the sanguine rush of reclamation; bring fertility to the
field; fire to the foe; form to the flailing. Take heart, the young. Yea, heed
that given freely; yea, heed that hidden keenly.<o:p></o:p></span></p>Trent_Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07027231462282970568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468481237476887643.post-53198285293824307552022-08-06T23:18:00.001-07:002022-08-06T23:18:11.909-07:00The Heirs of Britain - Game Twelve<p> </p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 24pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Heirs of Britain</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 24pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Session </span></b><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 20pt;">12:
483, The Hunters and the Hunted<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><br />
__________ Session 12: 483, Castle Brown, the Court of Sir Galehaut __________</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> <br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A
rasping, baleful snarl rips the air; the great Saxon Cat, a bundle of tensed
muscle, crouches threateningly in the corner of the hall of Castle Brown. Clad
in short golden hair, a ridge of the wiry stuff stands bolt upright along its
spine. The feline’s face is a twisted snarl…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
King, Uther Pendragon, sits in his throne nearby, his guards armed before him.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">But
it is the young knights, the modest and skilled swordsman Sir Iwan, and the
towering Aquitanian Sir Vandar, who corner the beast. Sir Elvorix, the cunning
Roman, rushes forth to fray, his dining blade to hand. He steps over the grand table,
trying his best to look big and mean! Scanning quickly, he spies a ceremonial
sword on the wall; its edge is no razor, but it is sturdy and steel.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Snatching
it from the wall swiftly, he flanks the cat with a bellowed threat; “Back ye
foul creature, back I say!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Beside
him, Vandar’s heart is a blacksmith’s hammer. He risks a glance at the cause: Not
the beast before him, but the woman behind. This threat to the Lady Elaine, met
this very evening, brings fiery blood to rush to his long muscles, and inhuman haste
to his limbs. His great, new love for her overwhelms, and thus, clad in no arms
but his gallantry and finery, he rushes to battle with the ferocious beast!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">As
Sir Iwan prudently claims a spear from a terrified guardsman, the other men
engage! The speed of the cat stuns Sir Elvorix; in a blink a ripping claw has
torn his arm; the shredding strike sends his blunted blade skittering across
the stone hall! Distracted, the cat cannot slip a chopping, overhand strike
from Sir Vandar, who hacks with his hefty limbs at the vicious monster; feline
blood sprays wide!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Alas,
overconfident, the Aquitanian swings again, powerful but wide; in the brief
opening the Saxon Cat is upon him! Its claws plunge into his broad trunk; but
its terrible maw latches deeply into his neck and shoulder! The bite is savage
and the impact ferocious, the tangling foes tumble struggling to the reddening
stones, bathed in their shared blood! Gasps and screams from the gathering
courtiers; Vandar’s wound is brutal! Few men would survive it, but mighty Vandar
fights on, unto death if she calls, thinking only to keep harm from Elaine…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">But
yet, the noble Sir Iwan is here! In a moment, his purloined lance thrusts
deeply now into the creature’s lean, muscular flank! The creature snarls and
twists away from the prone Sir Vandar, but Iwan will not relent! He stays on
the beast, twisting the embedded weapon! It weakens; blood pools and torrents;
some failing snaps and helpless slashes mark its final moments; the cat writhes
weakly on the spear’s blade!<br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghnojacVTn0TEjCawZsVKe0NURPke8rSzyg48PxpqB3GcHaWVWZ7ldnJ5uea_yWQ4wgCyzaa8a12aNGztxCM-wdL9McmjBXWuhRl98AmdHJdRufHC1grwCqp9fzP6H623FFykFhip7w70Ev2g_NhYtT7vw4kSmIiyweSEJYbgGxHp_kxXoeoVDjTOzJg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="739" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghnojacVTn0TEjCawZsVKe0NURPke8rSzyg48PxpqB3GcHaWVWZ7ldnJ5uea_yWQ4wgCyzaa8a12aNGztxCM-wdL9McmjBXWuhRl98AmdHJdRufHC1grwCqp9fzP6H623FFykFhip7w70Ev2g_NhYtT7vw4kSmIiyweSEJYbgGxHp_kxXoeoVDjTOzJg" width="297" /></a></span></div><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><br /><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandar,
roaring, barely conscious, lurches to his feet and, two handed, rips his blade
down through the ailing beast's neck; the air is treated to a shower of blood,
and sparks from the stone beneath! Without a thought, he claims the fanged
trophy and flings it at the feet of his seated King in one fluid movement. The
lofty man’s gaze leaps to Elaine; she stands, concern heavy on her face, but
she is unharmed. Alas, the young knight’s own blood rushes like the great river
of London; his neck is punctured deeply; his clothes are wet to the knee with
the leaking of his own life. Iwan, unburdened by such passion; rushes to aid
the taller man; but Vandar brushes him away. In two long steps, the Aquitanian
is before the king, at kneel. The silence in the hall is punctuated by the rapid
dripping on the stone beneath him; he is joined by Iwan and Elvorix.</span></span></p><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A
slow, single clapping begins in the hall: It is the King’s own hands.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Hah!
I've not seen so fine an end to a play as that, in... Well, I might say my
entire life!"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">King
Uther points at the three men, his eye following.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Well
done, knights! I am sure I know not what the… Intended outcome was…” he looks
down to the side, to the now sheepish Castellan and Host Sir Galahaut, “but
that was a fine display of martial prowess and camaraderie! The three of you
work finely together!"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
raises his glass: "A toast! To the three slayers of the Saxon Beast!"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Glasses
are raised around the hall, and a great cheer erupts! Thrice, the thrilled
voices call!<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ The Power of Love __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">So
dismissed, Sir Vandar raises his hand from his wounded neck in gratitude; a
spray of blood erupts in pulses; he stands, weakly and searches for Elaine…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Many
of the gathered folk offer drinks to the trio. Elvorix, with polite smiles,
departs to find a source of skilled medical aid, while Sir Iwan quietly returns to his
table.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandar
struggles unsteadily back toward his seat; a wet, red trail marking his passage. He
pushes through the gathering crowd, eyes only for Elaine. Holding her eye true,
he kneels heavily at her feet, gathering her soft hand in his own sanguine
grasp. Her face is a beautiful mess of concern, shock, and adoration…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">She
speaks breathlessly: "Sir Vandar, that was… Quite brave! I know not what
to say… I..."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Worry
not, dear lady; I know what to say, truly: I love thee."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
holds her emerald gaze, as a halo of black emptiness closes in around her face.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Aquitanian’s paling, silver eyes turn lost, and he collapses forward; gently at
first, but he is vast and caught in oblivion. Elaine clutches to hold him
upright, but is soon at seat on the cobbles, the ashen-faced man atop her lap. A
ruby tide climbs steadily across her exquisite skirts…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Iwan, unwounded and glorious, returns to his table Near the Salt; he sits
carefully across from his unattainable paramour, Lady Eleri. Beside her, slung
casually in his own seat, rests her arrogant and ignorant husband, the
Banneret Sir Statirius. The modest young knight catches Lady Eleri’s glance;
her eyes swim with adoration.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Still,
Statirius reaches forth, clasping the young knight's shoulder firmly; “What
a show! Hah! Truly! Such a well-struck blow, Sir Iwan! Doubtless, I wish I might
have fought beside thee, but of course I had to protect mine own Lady. You
understand, I trust.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Iwan is a picture of composure.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“I
am sure thee knoweth well a valorous blow when seen, Sir Statirius”, says Iwan.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Indeed!
I've seen mine own share, bringing battle to the Saxon raiders in my vast
lands. Of course,” he replies with feigned modesty “I would not, in normaler
times speak such of myself, but, you see, I am quite the warrior…”.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
speaks thus at length, seemingly incapable of reasonable modesty. He suspects
nothing of Sir Iwan’s heart, and seems to genuinely enjoy speaking with, or at,
the young knight of Pitton Manor.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">For
his own part, the impressively well-collected Sir Iwan would happily murder
this man. At the first polite convenience, he excuses himself to share a drink
with one of the many folk offering them.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix returns to the hall; the King’s physicians follow hurriedly behind him,
rushing to a nearby table upon which Sir Vandar now lies. The Roman sits beside
the larger man, letting his arm be tended, as the skilled chirurgeons work
quickly to save Sir Vandar.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Soon bandaged, and attended still by eager courtiers, the roman is back to the feast, so
abandoning Lady Heled (Sir Sulian’s sister, who he had earlier promised to attend). The
promise does not slip his mind; he just figures the Saxon Beast, and his
glorious melee, is sufficient a distraction that he can get away with it. He
goes to Lady Diane's table; there is no seat, but Lady Diane unmaliciously bids
a man to “Fuck off” to make room for the wounded Roman. Sir Hywell, the
Banneret, and several other senior knights sit nearby.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Diane,
a flirtatious twinkle in her eye: “Well now Sir, look at thee! Only just
engaged, and already thou doth make quite the name for thyself!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">She
smirks playfully, and punctuates with a quick kiss on Elvorix’s cheek.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Roman tells proudly of his own quick thinking to claim the hanging blade,
though he wishes it was kept sharp.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Hywell nods, “Yea, yea. I can claim not that I would have thought of such a
tactic. Quite brave of thee.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">So
accompanied and admired, Sir Elvorix spends some time awash in the joy of being
the life of the party.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Never Meet Your Heroes __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Soon,
servants address Sirs Iwan and Elvorix: Sirs Sigurant and Arnoullant request thy
attendance in their chambers. Iwan keenly attends; Elvorix clears himself of eager
courtiers and follows. Sir Vandar is also visited by a servant with a pitcher
of wine, offering him the same. The handsome Aquitanian rests in an infirmary but is conscious, and no longer a crimson fountain. He is slightly aggrieved that he,
in his terrible state, is not attended personally. Nonetheless, he accepts: He
carefully rolls to his feet, and walks gingerly through the halls of Castle
Brown. The journey to the chamber pains him, and fresh stitches are pulled; his
new garments, clean and white, gain fresh clouds of red. He holds clear in his
mind his love for his cousin Sir Vandagild, whose life rests on the success of
this meeting, and for Lady Elaine; so driven, he suffers the pain with
reasonable regard.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
joins his companions in a hall. A head of some great monster is mounted high within:
A twisted, mannish visage, mouth agape full of a serpentine tongue and rows of
razor sharp teeth. It has a full head of hair, and a rictus of rage. Vandar
knows the creature: It is a Manticore! Truly an incredible kill! Iwan speaks:
What a fine trophy, if only one could be so lucky to defeat such a monster!
Vandar nods his agreement; Elvorix walks onward.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Before
long, they reach the chambers of the two great hunters. Within: Tall, handsome
pillars hold a high ceiling; the room is furnished in tremendous finery, and an
enviable bookshelf lines on full wall. On the right, a dinner table with
several polished and cushioned seats. The beautiful giants, Sirs Sigurant and
Arnoullant, occupy two of them, sharing a jug of wine.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
black-haired Sir Sigurant speaks: "So,” he sips, “I hear thee have looked
for me.” he gestures casually to Sir Vandar, "The decrepit one in
particular; is this true?"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Ignoring
the slight, ashen Vandar responds: "Yea, indeed Sir Sigurant. But I had
hoped not to sustain such a wound to achieve it."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
famous man nods; "Indeed, we all hope not. Come, come, sit; have my
husband pour you wine!"</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The sorely wounded Aquitanian does, in gratitude
and relief; his companions join.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Arnoullant, the taller of the pair, yea taller still than Vandar, circles the
table; in his strong hands a fine pitcher delivers ruby wine to each man’s goblet. He is stunningly
handsome, flowing golden hair framing smooth, masculine features; he moves with
a grace and strength uncommon. As he passes behind the young knights, his
perfume warms them: he smells delicious. Creamy and soothing, gently spiced,
like some perfectly subtle dessert; this wafts kindly from his sturdy form. The
knights mention it not.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandar sips the nourishing wine, and praises the Manticore trophy from the
hall.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Arnoullant, from behind the group, sighs wisftfully, his voice deep and
magnetic: "Aaahhh… yea. Siggy and I did bring battle to that beast that in
the misty mountains of Cambria. That was… Hmph. It was uh… How long did we toil
there? Two moons? Yea; that was, in likelihood, our third quest in those
strange peaks, to find that very beast. We are very proud to have it.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“And
fairly,” follows the Aquitanian, “Good Sir Iwan here did rightly say how lucky
we might be to earn such a trophy.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Sigurant: “Indeed, so lucky would thou be! If ye have any such ambitions, I
wish thee good fortune.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“My
own immediate ambitions are much smaller,” Sir Iwan, “I must slay some smaller fiend. though I know not its awful name, it is a Hag in the Fairy Forest near Imber.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Imber?”
Black-haird Sigurant inquires; “Never heard of it.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“A
small village, of little consequence” tells Iwan. He explains how he lost Sir
Uvan, and Sir Vandagild, and thus seeks the particular skill of these men to
help find and rescue, or avenge them.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A
silence fills the room; the two great men share a look as Arnoullant returns to
his seat.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sigurant:
“For us to help? In what regard?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Iwan continues: “I was told that thee were the only knights who might find
their way in those cursed forests; I do not wish to lead more knights within, only
to best lost so. Thus we need thy help to navigate our cause.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“<i>A</i>
Hag, in <i>A</i> forest? And a knight and his squire?” Sigurant is sceptical.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Iwan
explains that we were forced to retreat from the deadly grove; this causes
Sigurant’s eyebrow to raise.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Iwan
covers; “There were many black dogs, plus the Hag itself; we would have fought
on, but our withdrawal was as much for Sir Meliodus' sake; his squire was
mortally wounded, and he himself; we had to find safe ground to save the squire’s
life.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
adds, “Prince Madoc fought too with us; he can confirm the tale; If ye trust us
not, surely thou must the crowned Prince!"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
hunter thinks for a moment. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“So.
The two of thee, and this man's cousin, went to a forest with two princes to
find a hag? Which you promptly found, and fled from?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He does not look impressed.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandar
interjects; “The second Prince was found within the Hag’s Grove, this Meliodus
of Lyonesse, wounded and sorely outnumbered; these men had honest mercy for a
wounded knight!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
two men laugh openly at the thought of Sir Meliodus getting lost and so beaten.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Unspoken, Prince Madoc’s past words rush back to the memory of the men: “Sir Sigurant is a
prick.”<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ A Gambit Pays Dividends __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandar
tries to re-explain the story properly, but the two men are too busy enjoy the
fantasy of Meliodus' bumbling.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix,
with some frustration, interrupts: He openly suggests that ignoring the plight of
fellow knights of Salisbury is cowardice!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">There
is a moment of silence.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sigurant
places his goblet down: “Be careful what words thou uttereth, Sir knight.
Asketh thee for our help. And we are no lords of Salisbury.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Arnoullant
interjects dismissively: “Hear this; Siggy and I are men of many pursuits. One
Hag be not the end of Logres. It befits us little to simply…” he sighs, and he
too places his goblet down, “Truly, in all likelihood this hag of yours is
already gone.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
shakes his head, sighing with exasperation; he ploys his cunning.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">As
he starts to stand and turn, under his breath: "Meliodus said you wouldn't
help, I knew it".</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A brief,
tense moment: <span style="color: black;">Arnoullant starts to stand; but Sigurant
puts an arm on his shoulder, urging him back to his seat.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Arnoullant
bites back proudly: “Meliodus knows not his ass from his head! I tell thee again;
it is <i>most</i> unlikely this Hag is still there. With three of you, plus
Meliodus trampling around... These monsters are temperamental, and witty. Too
witty by far to let thee retreat alive and hence dwell in that same lair.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix: “Indeed, Sir! We expect it not where it was, which is why we need thy help to
find now where it stalks!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">When
asked, the Roman explains the location of Imber and the forest.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sigurant
sighs: “The Forest of Gloom. Known for its desolation. Yea, perhaps that is why
the Hag does dwell in that dismal place…”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Iwan
mentions the days dragging unnaturally.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“The
last time we hunted the Forest of Gloom was, what, ten? Twelve years whence? It
was similar then. Unnaturally empty. Interesting that a Hag would take up residence
there. Perhaps it found safety in its solitude?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Arnoullant
nods at this from Sigurant, who continues.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Thy
cousin, thy friend; was he lost in that same forest? And how didst thee find the
Hag?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandar,
proud for his family, and thus of Vandagild's skill as a hunter, explains it.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sigurant
replies: “He followed Meliodus' tracks, and thee with him?” he nods with some
admiration.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Ok.
We can accompany thee; yea, to the forest, and to lead thee within. But this fight
is for thee and thine; it is not ours. Once within, it will be up to the three
of thee to achieve thine own quests. If the hag is gone, I advise thee not to search
for it; risk not getting lost.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Roman explains that our first goal is to find Sir Vandagild and Uvan, and the
second is to kill the Hag: “If we find it, we are Honour-bound to deal with it;
but the priority is our friend. Logres can't risk losing such an important son
of our country.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sigurant
nods; “Fine. As thee know well, we hath recently returned from a hunt. We can not
leave yet”; he looks to his Husband, then continues; “We will set off in a
month; if your friend can live this long he can live a little longer. And if he
can not then... Well, it is of no consequence either way.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix mentions the strange twists of time in that place and, with confidence,
declares that if anyone can survive in the forest alone it's Sir Vandagild;
he's quite the hunter!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandar then recalls that strange period, several recent months wherein he had
forgotten entirely of Vandagild. And then, stranger still, when all at once the
three knights remembered him once more, suddenly and entirely. He tells of this.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Arnoullant's
eyebrow raises in interest; ‘Hm. Well. Lose not hope for thy friend just
yet.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Hope was never lost”, Vandar replies.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
companions are granted hospitality in Castle Brown until they set off; each
seeks his Lord’s permission where required. Vandar is permitted to recuperate
there by Baron Duach, and to hunt for his cousin; there are no more wars to be
fought this year, and the Baron respects the dedication to one’s family.<br /><br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ An Enmity Boils… __________<br /><br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
next day, Elvorix prepares for his meeting with Bishop Roger.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Iwan begs time with Earl Roderick. He learns that the King has decided on the
marriage of the Lady Ellen, heiress of Wynchbank: Her hand will go to Earl
Roderick! The Earl seems very happy about this. He also learns that the
miscreant Sir Blains, steward of Levcomagus, is very upset; he stormed from the
hall with several knights in tail. While waiting to speak with Roderick, Iwan
spots a verbal fight between Roderick and Blains; among the barbs flung:
Betrayal, cowardice, and dishonour at Bedegraine; Such tricks that Roderick
played to win Ellen's hand; among others.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">However,
a daring new accusation is slung: Earl Roderick accuses Blains of hiring the
men that ambushed his caravan! They almost come to blows at this, the dispute only simmering by a formal decree from Uther: There will be no fighting in his court.
If they wish to settle the dispute, they may do so on their own lands. Sir
Blains departs with his men, seeking counsel with Duke Ulfius as he does. Earl Roderick
remains; he has been heirless for too long, and he is keen to start planning
his wedding.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Iwan,
shortly thereafter, approaches to confirm his permission and intent to Quest
for Vandagild. Alas, after the conflict with Blains, Roderick is now unhappy. But,
the Earl is committed to honouring his earlier word of permission; he wishes he
could have more of his knights at home, given the recent circumstances and
Uther’s decree, but he will honour his word. Next year, however, he will
require every knight’s full service. Sir Iwan thanks his Lord, and resolves to
spend the next month searching for Sir Meliodus, with little luck.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Soldiers of God __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix searches legal texts in the castle chapel for some precedent to help
with his meeting with Bishop Roger; he is able to find a passage that supports
the use of church resources to combat demonic practices. He brings this text to
the meeting hence.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Bishop
Roger, a portly man, is dressed very finely; indeed, moreso than most of the
Lords at the castle.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Ahhhh”
the Bishop begins nobly, “are ye the man who doth seek a Demon in the
forest?"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Yea,
Sir: A Hag in the Forest near Imber. I dared hope a representative of the faith
helpful in the quest to slay this foul creature, and sanctify its cursed lair."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"A
serious issue!" <br />
<br />
“Yea, verily. And, hence why I came to thee. I presume thou haveth many fine
men of cloth trained in the art of exorcism."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Yea, of course.
But, Sir Elvorix, the church is quite overburdened, what with heresies popping
up hither and yonder, and yea, the ever present threat of the pagans... Surely thou doth understand..."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
assents, but argues that the proven presence of this pagan witch, verified by
the Crown Prince Madoc, is of paramount importance.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
produces his text; “See here, I beg of thee; the church is tasked with the
protection of the land through Holy means!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Bishop mutters under his breath "Father Matthew and his tomes..."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
interrupts: “Prithee help us, your Grace! We need only one man!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"The
life of a man in our sacred order is valueless, Sir Knight. Simply Priceless! But
thou doth speak true: The Church does have a role to play in this."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Thank
thee, your Grace. I have also spoken with the Castellan Sir Brannoc, and he hath
pledged a Knight to protect this priest; we know truly the value of such a man!"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Yea,
yea, I have heard this from Brannoc also...” he sighs, “Very well, Sir Knight.
I will lend thee the service of Father Perticus. You will find him... around
here. somewhere. Tell him that I bid him to aid thee. God bless thee, Sir
Elvorix: Rid the lands of this abomination."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
bows in gratitude: “The evil in this land will not last another season!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Be
sure to remember the generosity of the church the next time the tithes are due,
yea?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“I
always pay my tithes in full”, the Roman replies, bowing, “perhaps a little
extra may come available next time.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
companions collect Father Perticus; he is a STANDARD PRIEST; he has little to
share and is clad in a modest brown robe. They soon, too, find Sir Kentwyn, the
Knight of Sir Brannoc's pledge. So bolstered, the party ventures forth.<br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEikZBebJYrJjhbLuPw28Xl3FHRnPJgASghtiB2OJfos21q-vkyNvM4X44v8dVqxPpZTLVVQT00_QmfdMvdHoraObxjhfJm5mPGEWXk2j_gB52w2_ADN3aSuk7l33ToaUc2doDhftTvi5UaK7YjYHzeVVUZZF1eiKLwLEdJM0JdcAnoYhnXj9GRIE1bVHg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="447" data-original-width="300" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEikZBebJYrJjhbLuPw28Xl3FHRnPJgASghtiB2OJfos21q-vkyNvM4X44v8dVqxPpZTLVVQT00_QmfdMvdHoraObxjhfJm5mPGEWXk2j_gB52w2_ADN3aSuk7l33ToaUc2doDhftTvi5UaK7YjYHzeVVUZZF1eiKLwLEdJM0JdcAnoYhnXj9GRIE1bVHg" width="161" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Ingress to Imber __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
prescribed month passes; Sirs Galahaut, Arnoullant and Sigurant do not spend
time with them in the interim. Sir Vandar heals well, but he still suffers from
his morbid injury. Truly, the savagery of the wound would have killed most men
on the spot. For his trouble, the handsome man suffers a gnarled, ugly scar on
his neck and jaw. A man of letters and fan of Golistan’s fae tales, Vandar nonetheless avails himself of the hunters’ well-stocked library; he favours the tomes that
describe hunts in the Faerie Forests.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
troupe sets off: The three Knights, Arnoullant, Sigurant, and the handful of squires,
with Father Perticus, carrying books and ointments, and Sir Kentwyn, his guard.
The ride is uneventful. The handsome monster-hunters camp with us, but do not
seem keen to socialise. We reach Imber after several weeks, where Sir Cadel
greets us once more warmly; his lands have somehow deteriorated further. We
learn, however, that the attacks have ceased and he is beginning to rebuild. He
wonders why we have returned; we tell him. He is disconcerted; he hopes they
find Sir Vandagild, and offers them hospitality and luck.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">We
proceed to the forest edge, once more where the river splits the trees.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Arnoullant scans the grove for some time; speaking with Sigurant at intervals.
They take a hunting dog and, from a small pouch, sprinkle powder over the dog;
it smells potent, almost like sulphur. They released the treated hound into the
forest: it does not come back. Arnoullant takes us all near nightfall, leading
us onward through the dark. We see little but trust to his skilled huntsman’s
eye.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Once
more, the journey is sorely tedious.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">But
Lo! As we proceed at length, we see the sun begin to rise; but not in a fair
and truthful place; it rises in the West! Creeping dishonestly from its dark
lair beyond the horizon, it claws its way skyward in a most uncommon way. The
young knights are shocked; sharing troubled glances but speaking little. The strange
shadows shorten as we ride, and soon the sun settles in its familiar unsettling
place. So shines the troubled sun in the Forest of Gloom.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ A Testing Trail __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Arnoullant asks if this looks familiar: Iwan says he thinks it does; Elvorix
says the time acted strangely, the sun didn't move backward, but it did hang in
that same spot. The Roman adds that it was a long trek; it will be some time
before we reach the fallen log or horse carcass. The two famous hunters
converse, ask if we are confident heading forth.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
raises an eyebrow: This is only shallow in the forest; we would hope for more
help finding signs of Vandagild's trail, or the Hag itself. He turns back to
Father Perticus, mounted on his Sumpter: Does he know much of where the Hag may
be hidden? Perticus admits he has never seen one in the flesh; but he knows
from tomes and scrolls that if it lingers, its presence can be felt from quite
a distance: Such creatures corrupt the very lands they live upon. Perticus starts
to talk of the sun’s strange behaviour, but shudders mid phrase, and does not
finish his sentence.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix is out of his element, he wishes for the expertise of these folk he
hath brought with him.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
new growth of this strange place continues to confound; an extra layer of herbs
occludes any trail, but such paths can be discovered beneath the greenery. Sirs
Elvorix and Iwan both talk awkwardly of their lack of trailsmanship. Sigurant
rides forth, speaking, sighing: He would hate to see them all languish in this forest,
and leads them farther in.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
warns about the fate of Melodius' fallen horse farther down the trail; Sir Sigurant
laughs; “We can ride better than Melodius…”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Curious
about the obscuring herbs, Arnoullant makes a decision: He orders the four knights
to clear it, and hence make clear the trails he seeks.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
refuses; “Nobility such as we should not fall to such tasks!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Arnoullant
shrugs; “take us much time as you wish.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandar
sighs; he wishes only to make progress and find his cousin; he dismounts, and orders
his squire to help also. This scrounging takes some time: and it is Sir Kentwyn
who shouts first that he finds something! Men gather to see.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sirs
Vandar and Iwan note the tracks that he's seen; the soil looks dry and hard,
but the tracks look very well preserved. Indeed, they look as well imprinted in
the ground as fresh tracks, but very dry. Like a mud puddle, somehow?
Arnoullant nods, rallies on the track, and we progress!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">We
travel for a long while, and soon the familiar density presents itself; Arnoullant
and Sigurant hesitate a moment, but continue on horseback, as do their squires.
The others all leave their horses, once more leaving squires behind to guard
and attend the fine animals. The journey continues to be long, and exhausting. Sir
Iwan is sorely fatigued by the slog through the dense and oppressive
vegetation. By the grace of God, the impending sense of dread from the last
trip is absent. But soon enough, the knights find the fallen tree; which Iwan
declares he recognises.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Once
more, the famous hunters ask if this is far enough.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandar, searching nearby, asks for aid to find Vandagild; his trail is
different to this one, and we know it not!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Arnoullant looks at Vandar: This land is desolate, there is nothing but tree
and stone. He gestures dismissively to the indistinct trees, this is all there
is; what you ask is to find a needle in a haystack! </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“That
needle is our cousin, our friend, and also our task, Sir Arnoullant.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
larger man sighs.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Well.
Given how fondly you speak of thy cousin’s hunting abilities, I can tell thee
what I would do in his quandry, and we ought best hope that thy cousin hath
done the same”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
points through the trees. <br />
<br />
“Yonder; a stream. A small one, down that way. It's the only uh, "landmark",
nearby. If I were he, I would follow yon stream and seek shelter nearby. That's
where I would start. The stream should lead to something larger, and then
larger still; one’s best hope is where the waters gather.” </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandar
thanks the famous hunters for such advice as they have offered, and tells him
he will find him when we succeed at our quest. The hunters depart, wishing the
remaining knights luck.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ The Discarded Grove <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>__________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
three knights, with their priest and his guard, descend the slope to Prince
Meliodus’ slain horse: The undergrowth has wrapped tightly around the corpse,
flattening it, almost dragging it into the earth. The horse looks quite similar
to when eyes were last lain upon it: It is clearly not a year decomposed, but is
very dry. Its chest is sunken and hair brittle; its dead flesh crispy and
morbid. The stream persists beside it.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">"At least we have some food, hah” Vandar quips, to little cheer.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">The
knights approach the Hag’s wretched lair, the clearing uphill. The feeling of
dread as they approach is clearly gone; the stench remains, but much milder; it
suits the pile of rot and death more truly, and lacks the evil amplification of
the Hag’s magic. Still, it sticks in each man’s throat as they close.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Stepping
within, the almost perfectly circular shape of the lair has deteriorated;
saplings grow at the edge, and shrubs encroach. The grass is still dead, but
less sickly. The corpses too, are still dead. Each is older, drier, but
otherwise similar.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Hag's tree, centrally, has changed. Previously blackened and ichorous, it now lacks
the robust, fleshy-red mushrooms that lined its rotting bark; these have now
retreated to some lichenous coating on the cracking surface; several branches
have also fallen from the cursed boughs.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">No
hag or dogs beset us.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandar inspects the bodies, hoping to find trinkets or signets to identify the
fallen; he hopes to bring something back to the families of these poor knights
and folk. The best hope comes from the shields; cleaning them of growth and grime,
the heraldry becomes clear. Sir Elvorix looks over each one; he does not
recognise the heraldry exactly, but recalls that he saw these banners in
Summerland! We take them, and hope to return them to the folk of those strange lands.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">As he works,
Sir Iwan bids Father Perticus to begin his work; here dwelled the foul
creature, and though the dreaded aura of its foul magic has dispersed, no doubt
some unholy touch remains. The knights keep watch as Perticus reference his
tomes, gently searches among his tools and offerings, and begins his cleansing
rituals…<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Kicking Ass and Taking Names __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild paces within his tower-prison; frustration and anger ebbing with each
step. His squire and brother-in-law, Uvan, son of Golistan, sits heavily on the
single bed in the corner. The knight chews grumpily on some morsel of the
ever-present feast that endows the table. Vandagild bids Uvan keep the bed; he
sleeps well enough on the floor, and the younger man is no doubt used to that
nest.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Thus,
Vandagild paces, and seethes. He still carries wounds, though they heal
steadily, so he eats greatly of the food, hoping to build his strength. He
schemes of ways to free himself, and bring battle to the knight outside. Some
great time of many sleeps passes like this, though the passage is difficult to
trace; the sun moves not. Sir Vandagild acquires a taste and preference indulging
in the fine and nourishing as this cursed tower provides.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">After
weeks, perhaps months, the Aquitanian is once more perched at a window, glaring
with malice at the mounted demon outside. He strikes the glass once more, with
little hope; he knows it will not break, protected by some fae or demonic
power. He idly consumes pinches of fresh, ripe pomegranate. His target: The
Knight of Names, he calls it; some deceitful knight of the unseeliest of courts,
clad in flowing plates of mysterious turquoise, astride some mighty great
charger. In its right hand, a long lance, the blade awash with a similar blue
hue; in its left, a shield, white, and covered in the scrawled names of the
many victims of his dishonest chicanery.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">But
Lo! The Aquitanian squints thorough the thick, cloudy glass; another
approaches, from across the sturdy bridge! Another Demon Knight, it seems,
similarly clad in curious plates; behind it an entourage of tall, angular folk,
in fabulous finery and outlandish dress. This second demon is coloured all in black,
and it approaches the Knight of Names formally; there is some brief discourse,
before each knight spurs its enormous mount at the other! Alas, the ruddy
window obscures the finer details, but they battle long and hard! Still, their
movements are… obscure. The longer he watches, the more Vandagild is sure these
fiends are not human. Their ranging, agile movements remind more of that wretched
Hag than the honest combat of men.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Evenly
matched, the battle persists for a great time; each having struck solid blows,
the battle ends on foot. The Black Knight gets the better: The Knight of Names
stumbles, clearly exhausted from the hours of fighting, and struck sore by the
former’s long blade. Advantage is consolidated, and the shadowy foe slips
quickly, like a dancer, to exploit; the point of its blade slips into a gap
near his struggling foe’s neck, and with a heavy, jilting heave, it plunges
deep. The Knight of Names falls, and is slain. The Black Knight cleans and sheathes
its blade; an alien hand pulls the White Shield from the corpse, and then two hold
it aloft, high above its head. The Black Knight turns, so, to its entourage,
who bow in deference and admiration. He leaps once more atop his mount, and leads
his foul pack away.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uvan,
now pressed tightly against Vandagild’s shoulder, watching too this wretched
parody of knightlihood, utters his confusion. Vandagild turns from the window,
and to his friend to speak; but Lo! A great rumbling sends each man clambering
for hold; the tower itself cracks, the clatter of falling stones a vanguard for
greater chaos: Apart, it comes! The roof falls in, the table shatters and food is
scattered; vast blocks of unearthly stone fall around the tower, exposing the
open air above! Each man dives for safety, and is unharmed!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
destruction takes only seconds.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild checks Uvan; who is dusty but unhurt. The lock on the thick wooden
door is now loosened; the Aquitanian shoves it and reaches through, but alas, it
is still blocked from the far side; great piles of stone impede! Glancing
outside, the great bridge too is fallen, crumbled whole into the river. The
path, stopping abruptly on either side of the broad waters, is the best evidence
that ever a bridge there was.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
window, no longer protected by unholy magic, is breakable; Vandagild hurls a
brick through. It is small; only Uvan can fit out, the benefit of his smaller
Pictish heritage. The squire looks about from outside, and shrugs his
shoulders.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"There
many stones blocking this door, Vandagild…" he does not sound hopeful.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Nonetheless,
there is only one course; the tower is still too tall and sheer to climb. Uvan
steels himself to shift rocks, and Vandagild takes a table leg to start levering
from within. The two young men work for such time as they’re able; they have no
more source of constant nourishment, but can snack on the dusty ruins of the
fine morsels within. After time, the door slowly starts to give way; Vandagild
can almost fit through! Uvan works mightily!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild’s
keen eyes spot something encroaching; some small creature from the river!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Quickly
Uvan, crawl inside!"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
does. The men arm, and wait inside.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ The Strange Demons of the Forest of
Gloom __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A small face
pokes through the gap, perhaps 3 feet up; brown fur, long whiskers and rapidly
searching eyes. A beaver, but shaped like a man. Vandagild trusts it little. It
slips into the room; the creature is clad in loosely fitting finery. Vandagild
assumes it stolen from some poor noble’s son, no doubt eaten by this demon.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Excuse
me, are you the owner of this tower", the thing asks in rapid phrases.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">It
is very fast; it darts effortlessly around the room at the speed of a blink. As
it speaks, long, sharp teeth, are revealed. Each is the length of a decent
blade. The creature glimmers with Fae magic.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
replies slowly, with great caution: “That is unclear. I know not the laws of inheritance
in this land, nor whose land upon which this tower stands. The last owner was
slain, and my squire and I now dwell within.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Excellent!”
comes forth the swift reply, “Just splendid! This is now the tower of my new
court! I will move my court here. And what a fine court we already have,
looking at the two of us.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild’s
eyes narrow. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“I am not of thy court. I have a fine court already.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Nonsense!
You are my courtier, and you’re in my court!”<br />
<br />
“Not so. I am leaving for my own court.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Leaving?
No no no no nonono, you’ve only just arrived!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
is silent a moment; his rage builds. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"</span>Nay.
It is ye who hath only recently arrived. I have been here for some time, though
I wish it otherwise. And now I am leaving, hence these rocks are shifted”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Alas,
the demon is, of course, insistent, ignorant, and miscreant: “I will let you stay,
as part of my court. But we need some improvements!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">It
continues to dart impossible quickly around the room. Vandagild rests a hand on
his pommel.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Wait
here!” it bids the two men, darting outside; they have little choice.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
men share a glance of concern. The beast returns promptly, however, with two
large fish.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Viola!”
it declares, in a mockery of the Aquitanian tongue, “food enough already!”<br />
<br />
“I want not thy fish, beaver. Move thee aside, so I may heft these stones.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“You
know, I've grown quite fond of you; you simply have to stay, my courtier, my
friend!” the beaver continues to declare falsehoods, though its tone is sweet
and amiable.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“I
hope I can call you friend, friend! I must insist you stay in my court” it utters
charmingly.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">It
smiles a menacing smile, full of razor sharp teeth and barely-hidden malice; “One
would hate for there to be a horrible gnashing of teeth. I will fetch more
fish.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
tells Uvan to be ready; he loosens his blade. Uvan softly asks if this is a
breach of the creature’s hospitality; for he feeds us and claims this tower.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
stares at him.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“This
be <i>not</i> his tower, Uvan. It is a demon; it can claim no hospitality. This fiend is a
monster clad in pretty lies, and I will deal it as such” he states firmly, hefting
his shield to hand.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“And
we eat not these cursed fish, if fish they truly be. This fiend of malice
wishes us his captive, and I wish it not. Lo, it comes!”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">The
creature returns, two large fish once more flopping desperately in its evil
maw. It blinks rapidly within, staring uncertainly at the armed Aquitanian
before him.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
fish drop wetly to the dusty floor.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandgaild
levels his blade at the monster: “Defend thyself! Thou be’est deceptive and
evil, and I like thee little!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
hunter swings a rapid blow at the demon, and Uvan thrusts with his own blade…
but the creature is like some demonic cat, darting impossible from the blows!
It gnashes terrible teeth into both men, opening modest wounds; their
man-wrought armour holds not against the beast’s cursed fangs!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
beaver darts back, and spits more trickery, dripping heavily with undoubtedly
feigned insult; “I try to help you, and you respond with such violence! I will
not help you again!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
demon turns to escape, but Vandagild kicks forth a loose stone, tripping the
monster! Leaping to advantage, Sir Vandagild's blade cuts a broad wound into
the nefarious cretin’s flank! It screeches, and clambers to its wet feet, evading
more heavy cuts and soon darting outside!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
swears, checking the injuries of the pair to little gain; “Valiant effort,
Uvan. Good man. Quickly now, keep thy watch, and I will heft these stones!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
hunter keeps digging, but soon, the horrid monster darts forth from some secret
flank, biting his makeshift, table-leg-lever in half!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
is patient. He fetches his hunting bow, and notches an arrow. The beaver, it
seems now builds a dam to replace the bridge; it darts impossible quickly, shunting
logs and material into place. Vandagild watches carefully, picking patterns of
movement.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
waits.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Soon,
the beaver stands still, observing its own work. It spies him not.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Leaning
from the doorway, the hunter notches, draws, and looses an arrow! It flies true,
but the wretched demon spins in a blink, hearing the heavy crack of the
bowstring; it is gone before the arrow plunges into the wood where it stood!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Hopeless!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
demon beaver of the Forest of Gloom has the men under siege!<br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2SpDyFItTbAYxE5qR0vDzJut3AYL9VitTX4HcMLAR5icfQ570f9VFRxkMJ4eqCq5Nhdf66VFP9UG8pTClKk-PpX1zBC_qr8s2EaKNsAFRsH9BUPBax2FvV5uRKMrxLS1BcPv5-puaab67K_saCwI5RJV4vMAU0vq7cSBD2ocCOPoggt-GBkGC2Cnq-Q" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="217" data-original-width="218" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2SpDyFItTbAYxE5qR0vDzJut3AYL9VitTX4HcMLAR5icfQ570f9VFRxkMJ4eqCq5Nhdf66VFP9UG8pTClKk-PpX1zBC_qr8s2EaKNsAFRsH9BUPBax2FvV5uRKMrxLS1BcPv5-puaab67K_saCwI5RJV4vMAU0vq7cSBD2ocCOPoggt-GBkGC2Cnq-Q" width="241" /></a></div><br /><br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /><p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Despicable Faerie Games __________<br /><br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elsehwere,
Sir Iwan leads Sirs Elvorix, Vandar, and Kentwyn, who hangs back with Father
Perticus. The latter has completed his tasks, and the group have journeyed for
some unknowable time, eating too many fish for any man to be pleased by.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Here
they spy this: A half-built dam, the apex acting as some damp and clumsy
bridge; it joins two paths through the samely forest. On the far bank, a half
collapsed tower.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Not
yet seen: A seething Sir Vandagild, and a patient Uvan, chewing on some dusty
pastries within; an arrow, embedded in the dam wall; and a rather wounded
beaver, in slashed and bloodied finery, being evil somewhere nearby.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Iwan speaks first “A dam? Who so builds a dam here?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandar grunts, “A beaver?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix says nothing, instead flushed with hope at the sight of the tower; surely
Vandagild would seek shelter there, were he in need? He reaches the dam, and starts
to cross the damp top, which is unsteady and slightly submerged.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
evil faerie-beaver quickly makes itself known, rushing atop the dam from lair
unknown; it carries a heft log, biting it cleanly in half; “No no, there is no
more room for guests! And beside, there are bandits and brigands within!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“People
dwell within? Have thee prisoners, then?” Elvorix demands of the diminutive
menace.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Prisoners?
No no, I have claimed the tower, and they assaulted me! Brigands, I say!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix shakes his head, and strides forth across the makeshift bridge.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Once
more, like a flash, the demon strikes, snaking past Elvorix’s slashing blade as
faewrought fangs cut effortlessly through the Roman’s maille and leg!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandar
and Iwan draw their blades, but alas, there is no room to reach melee atop the
dam!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Elvorix steadies himself; “Right! One Beaver stew, cometh right up!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Atop
the dam, the Roman tries to press forward, but at each step the demon strikes!
He fights valiantly, but the monster’s inhuman speed and irresistible gnashing
fangs are too much! The Roman collapses, bleeding from a number rapid, slashing
bites from big, sharp, pointy teeth!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandar
rushes beside him, grabbing the sinking man quickly and dragging him back to
the shore. Iwan quickly his friend Elvorix’s side. Father Perticus is summoned
forth, who attends the tall Roman’s many gashes; the latter soon flutters back
to wakefulness, and snarls at the amphibious devil.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">With
little regard, the despicable monster continues its foul construction.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Harken
thee, beaver! What manner are the men in yon tower? Have they arms like these?
One of a height with this poor man thou have savaged, the other smaller?”
Vandar asks, restraining his own fury.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
beaver is elusive with his words, describing the “brigands” in his own terms;
but the description matches.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
beaverfiend tells them to speak no more to it, for it has taken unkindly
to them and has had a terrible day. He bids them silence, lest there be another
great gnashing of teeth.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandar
persists; “Nay, beaver! No brigands be those men; they do dwell inside yon
tower, and thus the have the claim of it! Whosoever holds the castle owns the
castle. Thus, you besiege it! Tarry not with thy honeyed words; admit thy evil!
Deny it not!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
says, nursing his own great wounds, shouts angrily from the bank; “Bah! You are
a mere beaver! Beneath us!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
tower Aquitanian continues; “Those men are my family, beaver! Thou hast my
family besieged within! I will not leave here ‘til they walk free, with me,
from these cursed lands and return to our own!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
beaver pauses a moment, before darting up to squat wetly before the men; “You
wish to rid me of the bandits? Fine. I offer you a chance to earn them. It is custom
to offer three tests: A test of Wit, a test of Wim, and a test of Will.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandar
narrows his eyes, knowing well the deceptive ways of the faerie. Elvorix
growls, but is in little shape to contest the matter.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Iwan steps forward, and replies calmly; “Give me thy first test, beaver. Let us
get this matter over-with.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
beaver is clearly joyed to be part of this new game; it bounces a little in
barely suppressed pleasure.; “The first test of Wit: A riddle!” he declares,
pausing a moment for drama.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“When
young, I’m sweet in the sun; when I’m middle-aged, I make you gay; old valued
more than ever. What am I?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
knights talk for some time, deliberating many options. They discuss the merits
of “Youth”, and “Memory”, but find they fit imperfectly. Sir Vandar, knowing
well the grapes of Toulouse, offers Sir Iwan the answer: Wine! Correct! The beaver
takes some steps back along the dam.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“The
second, a test of Wim: If I am to hold court in these lands, you must give me
name which is suitable to the proper native lords of this realm.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
knights look uncertainly at each other. Of these this realm? This river? The
Forest of Gloom? Salisbury? England? There are no Lords of this realm, for no
men live here. Mean he the realm of man? The knights are for a time confounded.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Iwan, with consultation and confirmation from his companions, at length announces
the following: "Then I name thee, Lord Cadwy, Beaver of Caerbannog!"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
beaver looks away thoughtfully for a moment… “Yes! I think that name will
do."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">It
steps back farther.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He
looks once more to Sir Iwan: “You have Wit, and you understand Wim. You may cross into my
court… if you WILL.” He says, with unusual emphasis…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“But
but but! Be warned: If you do, there will come a day when your first-born son
will be called upon to pay a very heavy price. Choose now: Will or Won't.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Iwan
considers this deeply; he has come so far for Sir Vandagild, his good
friend. The price this beaver asks is steep; but perhaps that problem can be
solved in other ways, in its own time…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
handsome young knight stands tall, shoulders back, and confidently declares: “I
WILL, Lord Cadwy of Caerbannog”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Beaver smiles, it’s awful, bloodied teeth taking centre stage; "Very well!
You have Wit, Wim, and you Will. You are free to enter my court, and retrieve
anything you will from there. As much as I'm happy that you passed my tests, I
would be lying if I said this was a pleasant encounter.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Iwan
mutters the same.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Very
well! I will let you take what you wish from my court. If you're still here
when I get back, there will be a terrible gnashing of teeth! But worry not, I
will give you plenty of time.”<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Rescued and Reunited! __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">An
overjoyed reunion! Vandagild is full of gratitude, and spares no time sharing
it. He is sad to learn that his friends did not slay the monster, but pleased
that he may one day have a chance to do so. He embraces his valient friends and
lofty cousin. The group spend some time catching up on the missed events. Learning
of the beaver’s tricks, and Iwan’s riddling is disconcerting to the Aquitanian.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“I
believe I hath offered that creature my son” Iwan says dispassionately.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
swears, both profanity and an Oath; he promises that he, and his sons if
necessary, will aid Iwan’s family with whatever trials come from this.
Vandagild clutches Uvan warmly, learning that his lovely wife Catrin, Uvan’s
sister, is well, and his fifth son healthy and hale.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Soon
after, Sir Vandagild produces Sir Pellinore's whistle, and blows it; a clear
tone emerges. The others raise questioning eyebrows, and the Aquitanian
explains the source. Soon thereafter, the rumble of hooves, and a dog tethered
to a steed. Sir Pellinore! He is still filthy, his armour almost rusty; green
moss grows in his beard He rides forth to us, darting from the trees and
slowing his steed as he approaches.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir
Vandagild introduces the cursed man to his companions, and thanks him for
coming. Pellinore shows some concern about the bridge, and asks what happened
to it and the tower. Learning of the fateful duel, worry creeps onto his face.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild
offers the tall man hospitality at his court, he owes him much and would love
for him to meet his family. He declines, looking deeper into the strange Forest
of Gloom, clearly pining for his hunt for Glatisant. Pressing further,
Vandagild asks if he has any words or gifts for anyone at home? He would make
such journeys as necessary to aid him; but the man asks nothing.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Father
Perticus once more plies his healing skills on the injured; to the gratitude of
the wounded men. Each gathers such belongings as he has, and they set off, led
by the mounted Sir Pellinore and his faithful hound.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Feel
thee welcome to keep that whistle, what-what”, Pellinore calls back to the
Aquitanian, “If once more ye find thyself in these lands, do thee blow it
freely.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“I
thank thee once more. I hope one day to hunt with thee, but I first have family
and loyalty to attend. Have thee some of your own?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Pellinore
smiles, and replies: "Why think thee I am here."</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">They
walk onward, and depart the Forest of Gloom.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">Image 1: Leopard, 12th Century, Folio 8 verso from the Aberdeen Bestiary, University of Aberdeen</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Image 2: <o:p></o:p></span>https://www.123rf.com/photo_175735892_an-old-monk-in-a-dark-cassock-with-a-book-bible-in-hand-medieval-engraving-.html?vti=odtkewcczhlg9rodbu-1-80</p><p class="MsoNormal">Image 3: https://pikeknight.wordpress.com/2012/12/17/the-life-and-times-of-mr-quack-quack/evil-beaver/</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">King Arthur Pendragon
5.2<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /></span><p></p>Trent_Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07027231462282970568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468481237476887643.post-67364936806086311632022-07-28T00:50:00.001-07:002022-07-28T00:59:34.229-07:00The Heirs of Britain - Elsewhere...<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 24pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Heirs of Britain</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 20pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Session F: Everwhen, in the Forest
of Fae...</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 13.5pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><br />
__________ Forever ??? – Nowhere __________</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Meanwhile, outside of time and beyond the reach of
God, Sir Vandagild stalks a withered, stagnant wood, flanked by strange trees
and beguiling foliage:</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He is wrathful; wrathful at Iwan; wrathful at
himself; wrathful at the vile demonic fae that plague Salisbury and all men.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He is troubled; concern for squire and
brother-in-law Uvan; concern for his young family, Lady Catrin and five
bubbling little squibs.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He treads lightly, his practiced steps following a
huntsman’s path; soft, trackless. The land is featureless. He searches for tale
of Uvan’s passage, but finds nought. Indeed, he finds nought of much; the
difficulty of finding... anything.. anywhere.. ever… it builds. But the
bloodied Aquitanian is intrepid, robust, and driven. He has sworn to find Uvan.
Instead, so far he finds only an unexpected journey. He prays to God that Uvan
was granted a clearer trail; but the Pictish squire is no stranger to the wild
ways, and so hope remains.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">And still, Vandagild’s guard must never falter; the
black demon of Imber and her vile hounds are never far. At increments his
glimpses hints, familiar now with the signs of their invisible passage…</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A few days pass; perhaps. There is no sense of time
but for exhaustion; the Sun hasn't moved an inch for… how long? It hangs, the
shadows long but the permanent heat dreary. Vandagild travels south, and the
great fiery orb hangs high to right. Always and forever. Rocks, streams, woods,
he passes; all shadows keep the same long angle, the same weight. The knight
adjusts his clothing and cloaks to protect from the eternal rays. It is
permanently the edge of twilight; in the world and in his mind. Disorientation
is complete, but for the narrow creek he follows. He catches little game on the
trail, but digs tubers from the soil, with nourishing barks and forbs.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He doubts all he sees; be these deep, twisting
shadows, or foul tricks in the wings? As the eternal day drags, his concern for
the foul dogs wanes; it seems now wherever he is, they are not. Still,
Vandagild remains as sharp as he can; his keen sense haven't dulled. His wounds
heal, but they are many and he still wishes for his full strength.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Lo! He spies movement in the shadows, and certain
this time; he has become used to the shadows in this place, and spies the odd
shift immediately. He whips his blade forth, and calls out: “Who are ye! What
are ye? Face me, Demon!”</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">This, the first sound he has heard in many days;
his own raspy voice crunches through the silence... faint echoes reply, but no
other. He halts, and listens intently: A rhythm, deep and resonant is all that
speaks back, the steady metronome of his own strong heart.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Waiting a few moments more, he moves to the place
he spied; there is no mark on the floor, nor sign of passage. He has little
doubt though; the shift reminds of the Black Dogs who tracked them many days
past, as they withdrew harassed from that cursed grove.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Using the shadows, in which he has seen the beasts
move, and his knowledge of the beast's invisibility, he dashes to an angle to
find a lead with new vantage. Soon he spots it! A single Devil-Dog. It moves
with him, to his east as he travels. Urgency renewed, he turns to the west,
hoping the beast stalks some territory that he can evade. He knows the monster
is no normal hound, and he is in no condition to fight. His keen eyes dart as
he moves, catching glimpses of the strange shifts yonder and to the flanks.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 13.5pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The monster follows him for some time,
but it soon lags, and short hence the beast is left behind him. </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 13.5pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ The Weird
Waters __________</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Free of the stalker, Sir Vandagild turns his anew
attention to finding young Uvan… or anything else. He continues West, along the
babbling brook in search for deeper waters; he hopes for a stream,
to find a river, to find... anything. Something.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Hunger and thirst weigh as he travels; he gathers
more mushrooms and vegetables as he travels, snatching water from small pools
and nooks. The food is enough to keep him moving, and his wounds keep their
steady knit.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The sun persists.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir Vandagild persists.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Ten times, exhaustion forces him to sleep, and as
the eleventh encroaches he finds it; the small brooks tributes a larger stream,
and soon a modest river! The river rumbles! These, the first sounds in an age,
almost defeaning in comparison to the overwhelming silence of the dreary days
in the woeful wood. At first he must step away, in mercy of his desperate ears.
Recovered, Vandagild follows the water to the edge… Fish twist lazily within! A
gift from God, perhaps? Does he see this strange land, or here does he dwell in
the realm of some nastier lord? Anxious for sterner foods, the Aquitanian takes
time to catch and prepare a meal. A fire he does make, and the warm, nourishing
flesh renews his spirit and body. He sleeps.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A sound! And not the rippling river! The pitch
punches through the murmur… His clever ear knows beasts; be this the haunting
howl of a wolf? Not quite, it has new tones, unheard in the forests of men. Nor
is this the terrible call of the Demonic Dogs which did rend his flesh. The
call comes from downstream, though he cannot pin the source. He troubles
himself; it is something, and thus of vastly more interest than the vast
stretch of nothing so far. But his torn body is not yet prepared to battle new
demons. And yea, wolves hunt in packs. Not wanting to tousle with strange wolves
in his wounded state, Vandagild seeks a crossing; put some hefty waters between
this strange beast and its human prey.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Once crossed he travels south soon to near whereby
the call emerged. He calls out, across the river. “Ho! Show thyself! Uvan, dost
thou hear my voice? Uvan!?”</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Nothing. Closer he stalks, along the riverbank; the
call comes again! A cry, strange indeed! Then Nothing. More silence, and the
burbling river. He is not dismayed for himself; the trip is long, but he now
has good food, the friendly company of talkative waters, and the skills to
survive. He worries for Uvan, but keeps these fears from his mind.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 13.5pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Still; he has not found Uvan's trail.
Though he is used to, and prefers to keep silent, he calls for Uvan as he
travels; sporadic, powerful shouts. The anger of those earliest days has
subsided. He still reddens with rage when he thinks of the Fae, but he is here
for the boy, and there is none he would prefer to have the task.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 13.5pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ The
Haunted Hunter __________</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He walks again, and he calls.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A voice returns! A cry of inquiry? Lower pitched,
some questioning voice? Across the way, the bank on which, some time past he
heard the strange wolf. Searching once more for a crossing, Vandagild calls as
he approaches, eliciting more replies of a kind. Once close, the hunter sneaks
forth in the understory; Alas, in this silent place, his armour's soft hushing
sounds like a cacophony. He gives up on the idea, instead stepping forth
boldly! Into a clearing, wherein: A knight, a horse, a campfire, and a dog.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The knight stands, sword drawn; “What!?” he cries
questioningly.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He is armoured in exotic hunting leathers, braced
with maille in parts; the man is older and taller than Vandagild, his shield
yellow, emblazoned with two sets of seven plain crosses. His gear, though
serviceable, is in want of maintenance.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild, blessed to find another man, sheaths his
own blade, raises the empty hand in greeting. The Aquitanian introduces
himself, a fellow hunter, and tells the man of his quest. The strange knight
withdraws his helm as he replies in kind; though not conventionally attractive,
he has a charming and stern look. His greying beard unkempt and full. The man
is grubby, stained with grass and rusted metals.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The man tells he is Sir Pellinore; he is also on a
hunt.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">They converse, sharing their quests, tales and
news. Pellinore hunts a specific beast, apparently. The finest beast in any
forest, of such glory and challenge that he has dedicated himself to this hunt.
Vandagild tells of his own mission, and explains from whence he hails.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Pellinore is confused: Uther isn't a Prince? What?
What year is it? Who is Madoc? Vandagild mournfully tells the man that Aurelius
is dead and Uther now King, with a son. It emerges that Pellinore fought beside
Good Aurelius against Vortigern! Vandagild brings him to date with the affairs
of Logres. He wonders how long the man has ridden these strange trails. His
affect is odd; he shouts “What?” at the strangest of times. Vandagild presses
not.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild observes the man with curiosity; they
share food and there is silence for a time. As the fish roast there is some
confused discussion; Strange Pellinore hails from Cambria, he tells, and asks
news of his own lands. Vandagild has little, alas, and apologises. He scratches
the scrappy hound idly.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">This dog, young, small and presumably once white,
is leashed to the strange hunter’s horse; it has wrapped itself tightly around
a tree and the mount, whimpering softly for release from its eternal prison.
Pellinore untangles the creatures, but ends up stumbling over the leashes and
tripping into the mud. Unnecessary expressions of "What!?" persist.
Vandagild laughs softly, helping the man to his feet. The Aquitanian talks with
the dog a little; the houndlet has little to say, but enjoys the fishy morsels
that apparently accompany the conversation.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild prepares more food for the journey.
Wordlessly, Pellinore pulls a large shank of salted meat from his pack, and
hands it to the young knight; it joins the pot. Pellinore asks of the queer
howls; Vandagild tells him heard them several "days" North. A wolf?
Nay; Pellinore hunts something much more elusive. A boyish joy covers his face;
he tells that he hunts the greatest prey: The Glatisant. The sounds were its
trills; it's not a howl, per say, it trills through a snake-like face and neck.
It bears the head of a serpent, a body of the cheetahs of Africanum, and the
legs of a hare. Among other things. Pellinore, ecstatic and passionate in his
speech, looks to the sky, to the unmoving sun. Wisftully, he
explains he has been on its trail for... a time. Thinking of Aurelius,
Vandagild does the sums; around fifteen years have passed. Vandagild gently
asks if the man has family or responsibilities to attend. Pellinore shrugs,
noncommittal: He returns sometimes, but cares not for the dealings with Kings and
the like. </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild turns talk to his own quest: He asks if
Pellinore can offer him guidance to find Uvan. Pellinore is curious about these
other creatures described; the Black Demon and the Demon Dogs. He knows not of
those creatures, but can help the Aquitanian find Uvan! He heard Vandagild’s
earlier shouts of that name, and worried that they might have scared off
“Glatty”.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Along the river, Pellinore recommends, keep
following for what else is there to follow? Keep going; south there is a tower.
He might be there; many of the lost end up there. Vandagild asks who the lord
of the tower is, but Pellinore cannot say. The young knight stands, eager to
off for this tower. He asks if there is anything he can bring to anyone, news,
gifts, or the like? Pellinore looks distantly, then to himself, his dog, his
horse; he is fine, worry not for him. He confirms Vandagild’s lands; in in
Salisbury, under Roderick? He will visit; for he knows his way out. Soon.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandagild asks for guidance to leave, once he has
found Uvan; how does one return to their lands? By now, however, Pellinore is
quite distracted; his glance drawn repeatedly into the deep woods upstream. He
tells Vandagild distractedly, as if the most obvious thing, to simply return
from whence he came. Vandagild searches for the man’s eyes in confusion, but
they do not meet.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Pellinore takes something from his bag and starts
to mount; he tosses Vandagild the package; it is caught. Within: A whistle,
fiddled neatly from wood.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Pellinore calls behind him: “You find your boy, and
then you leave. What what? But, like me, you cannot leave until you find what
you're looking for. Once you do, you blow that whistle: Either Glatty or I will
hear it. What? If it's Glatty, you capture her; she's yours. May the better
hunter win. Got it? Good. What what.”</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The odd man spurs his horse, leaving detritus
around and the fire going. Vandagild, shakes his head in confusion, takes the
leftover food and whistle, and heads south for the tower.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 13.5pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">For three more exhaustions, he marches
downstream. He heals well.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 13.5pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ The
Despicable Tower of Deceit and Dislike__________</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The next few “days” have brought the river to widen
and deepen. Soon, in the distance, a robust stone bridge crosses the river. A
simple tower is on the other side, of solid stone with some small
windows. A single knight waits, mounted, on the stone bridge; he is
motionless. Vandagild approaches.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The bridge joins a road, running crossways to the
river; across, Sir Vandgaild spies a flickering candlelight illuminating the
inside of the great stone building. Before him, the knight is atop a steed, a
lance at his side. But this fellow is strange: His armour is not rings of steel
like most good men; this warrior is clad in sleek, flowing plates of some
strange substance; they are teal, with curving ridges and ornate markings. His
weapons are elaborate, but robust. His eyes are cast down to the approaching
Aquitanian.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The mysterious warrior raises a hand, an eerie,
ethereal voice wafts forth; “Go no further! No stranger may pass. Give me your
name and you may cross this bridge."</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidVTqO_4dlXlw7gBctPs1tMhRJFISBHBmkkQxREk022AgCreA1HDPsmPKMb6mqP2moQLqGG6lbf6wt5y-S1gp5g7kQX-cPDAhC9x7Mf93NguybuF8gMHLwEt5lSPQ0kyfCeYgSB4AX9Vs_nt8__pImtA1qptLt4P3GtDC3xG56AYPHu_o2GT34At586g" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black;"><img data-original-height="525" data-original-width="374" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidVTqO_4dlXlw7gBctPs1tMhRJFISBHBmkkQxREk022AgCreA1HDPsmPKMb6mqP2moQLqGG6lbf6wt5y-S1gp5g7kQX-cPDAhC9x7Mf93NguybuF8gMHLwEt5lSPQ0kyfCeYgSB4AX9Vs_nt8__pImtA1qptLt4P3GtDC3xG56AYPHu_o2GT34At586g=w228-h320" width="228" /></span></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Sir Vandagild asks first for this knight’s name.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"I have many names; call me as you wish"
he replies.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The knight adjusts in his saddle; on his arm is
strapped a white shield covered with twisting black markings; Sir Vandagild
cannot interpret them at this distance.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Thinking back to his youth, he recalls tales from
his father-in-law, the Pictish Huntsman Sir Golistan; though the details are
not clear (for he did not care for Faerie stories as much as his cousin
Vandar), he has some recollection of the tricks of the strange men of these
lands. Thus, Vandagild makes up a name, and offers to the Knight; the words
emerge.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Then henceforth I will call you that. You may
enter.”</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The strange knight’s words are heavy; his mount
steps one to the side, allowing passage.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The young hunter, still on foot, starts forward
across the bridge; he does not recall the words he said to the Bridge Knight,
nor does he recall the words he was concealing with them. As he strides past,
he catches the shield in his glance; more markings have been added.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">But lo, to the tower! It is breached by the young
hunter; inside: Uvan! He sits at a table, on-which a great feast is spread! The
young Pict leaps to his feet, rushing to embrace his mentor and brother-in-law!
A joyous reunion ensues; shared words of thanks to God and each other! Uvan is
not injured.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The hunter squints a little, and is confused. He
thinks hard. Soon he realises:</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He tells Uvan that he has unfortunately misplaced
his name... he thinks maybe the knight outside took it.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uvan says he knows something of this, sharing one
of Golistan’s tales. The hunter sighs, and tells Uvan that he gave the Bridge
Knight a fake name, and yet he has nonetheless stolen his real one! And the
fake both, at that, for he has neither to hand. Vandagild seethes; once more he
suffers at the hands of these fae demons! Betrayal and treachery! Violence and
deceit! Is there no honour among these cursed monsters?</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">When queried, Uvan tells the hunter that he told
the Bridge Knight that he didn't have a name to give, for he had not yet earned
one. The Bridge Knight then asked what to call him, and he said Uvan. This
seemed to have been a safer exchange.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Seething once more at the deceptive monster, he
grips his hilt in a tight knuckled fist. He will have revenge on that demon for
this theft. He need only retrieve his name, and heal his wounds fit for deadly
combat.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The hunter inquires after his new foe: Uvan tells
that the Knight stays mounted and never sleeps, keeping watch over the Bridge.
He neither drinks nor eats, only keeps watch. Uvan himself has food and water
and warmth in the tower, this feast-table refreshes through some obscure magic.
But the Knight speaks not with him; he is a humble captive.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 13.5pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The hunter nods, and strides strongly
upon the bridge.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 13.5pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Wretched
Riddles __________</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Hark! Knave! I gave ye <i>a</i> name. A!
One! And yet ye took two! This is a breach of thy own foul bargain, and yea, a
breach of justice and hospitality!”</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Bridge Knight slowly wheels his horse and
replies; “You gave me a false name!”</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“I made the name, villain! It is mine to give; ye
asked only for <i>my</i> name. That name was mine, for I made it. And
ye may keep that name freely; but ye have stolen my better name, for that I did
not give! Admit it, and return what ye have thieved!”</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Bridge Knight parleys not, only repeating his
initial request.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Hunter’s face twists briefly in rage, but he
keeps his voice steady: “I tell thee, I would gladly give thee my name; but ye,
Sir Knight hold it still, unjustly! Ye must return it for it to be so!”</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Bridge Knight offers a wager, but the hunter
does not listen to it.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Parity is not assumed, vile Knight! For a thief,
ye are, and have stolen that which was not freely given!”</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Bridge Knight does not rescind.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The hunter looks closely, trying to see his name
upon the shield, hoping the sight will bring recollection; it isn't there. But
yet, it must be hidden elsewhere? Or it is deeply forgotten? The hunter calls
Uvan, who also looks. The Bridge Knight does not resist. The young squire
starts reading names from the shield, as the hunter tries them each on.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Pedrog? No, for it sounds too… Fat; Ambiet? Nay,
too tall; Cymrius? A little too.... Roman. The Hunter asks the boy to keep
going; and he does: Yet none seem to fit well. So far; Caw is most strongly considered;
for it sounds punchy and bold, like a heroic huntsman. But still not quite
right. Uvan speaks something floral: Vandagild; It sounds far too... ugly, like
a pauper-poet. Hyd is too short. Obyn has robust tones, but is a little boring.
This persists for some time; nothing stands out. The Hunter thinks for some
time. The GM is patient.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Suddenly, he exclaims!</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"<i>No stranger</i> may pass! Well, <i>Sir
Knight</i>, I will then pass this bridge. Now, harken thee! What is this? I
have no name; and thus I am a stranger. As I have passed this bridge, it
follows that I must be <i>no stranger</i> to thee. And since I am no
stranger to thee, thou must, by thy own horrid tale, give me my name; for only
a stranger has no name. I await now, for thee to give it, Sir Knight, and thus
pass this bridge as no stranger!"</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Knight, of course, is stubborn and deceitful;
he gives the man nothing but a stare. The hunter condemns his dishonesty and
theft, but returns to Uvan.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He grips his sword tightly. </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The boy, being more familiar with these fae, has
alas little to offer. Uvan suggests that the hunter could take his shield! Then
he would have all the names!</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“You could fight him for it!”</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uvan looks over the hunter's wounds, and spies the
Knight's odd armour and mount...</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Err… uh.. in a few days. Maybe?”</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">We have little faith in the plan.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The hunter shakes his head in anger, striding
outside again. He offers this to the Bridge Cretin:</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Thou hast been deceitful and dishonest; thieving
and false; thou dost owe me a chance to win back my name! A chance for thee to
regain some of the honor that ye hold of such trifling value! I offer this
wager! If ye believe thyself to be a true knight, my equal, then anything I can
do you can do. Indeed, thou should truly be capable of anything that all the
knights of my land are expected, for I shall not speak of thy own customs.”</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Three tasks, there shall be, Sir Knight, that you
must match! Not even exceed, nay, though your pride may wish it for thee. Only
to match the three tasks that I choose; for I think thee not the knight thy
claims, and think thee incapable of truly knightly action!”</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Bridge Knight considers. His eerie voice gives
a slow reply:</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Perhaps. But there are prayers in your religion
that I cannot chant.”</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Fine!” the reply, “Religion aside!” the hunter
assents.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Nor canst thou ask that I leave this land” insists
the Bridge Knight, “for this also he cannot do.”</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Conceded willingly!” replies the Hunter.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 13.5pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">With these omissions, the Bridge Knight
accepts: Three tasks, matched!</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 13.5pt; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Deceiving
the Deceiver __________</span></b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">First; swordsmanship! The hunter brings forth his
blade, and wields it in so complex and agile a flourish as he can manage! It is
impressive; for the hunter is a fine warrior. Alas! The Bridge Knight eyes
carefully, and matches the maneouvre cut for cut. And yea, he does add some
exceptional swordplay upon the end of the task. The hunter watches carefully
and, seething with discontent, nods.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Very well! Task two! I am a generous man, Bridge
Thief, I offer thee a chance to lead?”</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He declines.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Fine. Uvan, come. I bid thee hide in the forest!”</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He turns to the Bridge knight: “Each knight in my
lands has need to find his foe or food, however well hidden! We shall thus each
take turns finding my fine friend and squire, Uvan!”</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Uvan, of course, hides less deeply when Vandagild
hunts, and yet still the Bridge Knight finds the young squire when his moment
comes. Woe!</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Yea, it is no surprise that ye, in these wooded
lands, have learned the hunter’s ways. Copy me now then, for thrice, vile
demon, and thus win my challenge!”</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The hunter enters the tower. He gathers his cloak
on the floor, bids Uvan guard him, and lay himself slowly upon on the floor.
The knight joins him, copying his motions step for step.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Soon, the hunter sleeps.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The knight too rests on his side; but he does not
sleep, for he cannot. Uvan had seen it, and so it was.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">At length, the hunter awakens, spying the Knight’s
staring eyes. The hunter lurches to his feet, thrusting a finger at his opponent!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Failed, have thee, Bridge-Beast! My third task
eludes thee, and I demand my name returned at once!”</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Bridge Knight protests! He claims there is no
difference in the acts! And yet the hunter insists; sleep is not the same as
laying prone! The senses are cut off, and dreams fill the mind. The body
relaxes beyond that of a waking man. Ye have failed!</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Very well!” the Knight turns swiftly and walks
from the tower. The hunter, wary, follows… But the heavy door is slammed in his
face! He thrusts at the handle, and slams it with his shoulder: Alas! Locked
with fae sorcery! Tricked again! His sharp blade whips forth, and the hunter
slams his fist against the door! He swears! Soon he turns, a deep
sigh.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The hunter looks to Uvan and apologises, shoulders
slumped.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Through the door; the Wretched Knight's voice
echoes:</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“You may now have your name, Sir Vandagild!”</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A feeling of confidence, recognition and warmth
washes through Sir Vandagild, the Aquitanian Hunter, Lord of Winterbourne
Gunner! He looks at Uvan, eyes bright, and smiles, for he cannot help it. He
knows himself once more, and the perception in Uvan’s eyes brings him joy.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Though he has defeated the Bridge-Villain in a trap
of wit, Sir Vandagild is once more tricked and betrayed by the treacherous,
despicable Fae. He seethes. His grip on his blade aches for the strength of it.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir Vandagild points yonder, and tells Uvan: “I will see him
dead, I swear it to thee. And I will get us out of here.”</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He turns to the feast, set warmly before them both,
and eats to regain his strength.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><br /></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Trent_Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07027231462282970568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468481237476887643.post-21043613989994635412022-07-11T20:12:00.002-07:002022-07-15T07:09:50.415-07:00The Heirs of Britain - Game Eleven<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Heirs of Britain</span></b></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Session 11: 483; The King’s Gifts</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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__________ Spring 483 – Easter at Castle Brown __________</span></b><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> <br /><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Dawn!
Sir Vandar rises late, with little pressing business. He sets forth to learn
more of how one might impress the famous hunters of Castle Brown. Alas, he knows
not the men of this land, and asks a servant for the name and location of a
household knight of the castle; predictably he is first directed to Sigurant
and Arnoullant. He presses further, for someone less famous. He learns of Sir
Nodens, a man known for his love of feast; he may offer some juicy morsel.
Vandar goes to find a party; it is a simple task. Hence, he soon finds a Knight
matching the description of Sir Nodens: one arm wraps a serving-woman close,
and they share cheer together. Enormous Vandar approaches, with humorous phrase
praises the man's flirtatious skill. Nodens laughs heartily, and bids the lady
fetch them some wine. Vandar settles in nearby, and sips as they chat. Nodens
prompts him; Drink up, Sir! Vandar, a temperate man, replies that he wishes to
savour the drink; such a sweet gift from a fine lady. Nodens sours a little,
hoping for a more indulgent companion. Nonetheless, Vandar entertains by telling
the story of Vandagild’s loss, and how he comes to quest for his rescue...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">He
soon learns that Sigurant and Arnoullant have been gone for three weeks,
presumably hunting. This is not uncommon; once they missed a muster for their
love of hunt! The beasts of the forest do not play on our timetables. The
hunters come back once they've caught their prey, and not often for any other
cause. Nodding, Vandar asks the man of Sigurant’s joy at feasts; perhaps he can
share tale of past exploits that have cheered him? Nodens happily obliges: While
Sigurant likes a show, and the attention, don't try to appeal to him directly;
it won't work out. The man is mostly disinterested in lesser knights; not that
he means an insult by this.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Nodens
leans back, swirling his wineskin thoughtfully: “I know not, Sir, do thee something
spontaneous! Once, a poor knight, name quite unrecalled, loudly got himself
into a tizzy about some girl... Needless to say he let fly a lengthy tirade, in
the middle of the feast no less, about the other man's lack of honour. It went
on a full ten minutes, I tell thee, in the midst of the whole affair.” He laughs,
“Sigurant liked that, he truly did. It must be genuine though. From the heart”
he says, thudding his chest. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Vandar
floats the idea of the story of his cousin, which he feels dearly about...
Nodens nods, but adds: “Thou can't be seen to be outshowing him, nor can thee
force the thing; just wait for an opportunity. It must be real, see? And fit.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Vandar
replies “Thank thee, Sir Nodens! Truly. Is there anything I can help thee with,
except drinking more than is my due?” He chuckles. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">“How
about drinking <i>as much</i> as your due!” Nodens hands forth another
wineskin.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Vandar
spends some time with the man, drinking the second skin even more slowly. He
makes up for his temperance with witty jokes, and by ingratiating the serving
girl unto Sir Nodens with his Aquitanian charm.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Royal Refreshments __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Elsewhere,
Sir Iwan seeks some glorious quest for Sir Myles from among the knights and
lords present. He finds an old knight, with men around him; he is treated with
grandfatherly respect and deference. Iwan courteously introduces himself, and
learns he speaks with Sir Mativan; the venerable man is respectful and polite
in response.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Iwan
shares his cause: “One of my closest friends, who trained me to be the knight I
am today, does court a lady from a wealthy family. He hopes to propose a
compelling suit to her parents, and thus must gather Glory and Honor to himself.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Sir
Iwan asks Sir Mativan if there are any tasks they might complete to that end.
Mativan doesn't recognise the Lady Trenia's name, but is familiar with this
type of plot. He thinks for some time, staring into the distance... He
eventually tells that he has no trouble on his lands, for he has none, but he
does hear things; people still enjoy his company, even in his age. He assures
Sir Iwan that he will send news of any opportunities he hears to Sir Iwan's manor.
Iwan tells him his manor in Pitton; Roderick's man, Mativan notes. The esteemed
man offers that Roderick is a good knight, and Iwan is lucky to serve him; The
young man nods, declaring that nothing can get between his loyalty to the Earl.
An approving nod: Mativan has similar devotion to his King; he's served him
faithfully for two years, and his brother before that. They talk for some time,
and Sir Iwan learns something of the Knights in the area. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Sir
Elvorix, meanwhile, wanders the yard and talks with the other men. Soon this
leads him to a slowly growing party; Prince Madoc and Sir Jarren have predictably
created quite the event. Little of substance is discussed, and drinks are drunk
solely for the pleasure of it. Madoc drunkenly wraps an arm around Elvorix's
shoulder, asking how Castle Brown has treated him: Elvorix is frustrated with
appointments! Madoc laughs: He directly refuses to have appointments. He
doesn't bother.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">The
prince downs his drink, “I mean... my father… it's hard for even me to speak
with him sometimes! Lunacy!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Elvorix
shares his lament, “Yea! I could run in, shouting about the end of the world,
and they'd still make me wait three days!” </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Sir
Madoc declares that regardless, we will keep drinking. To the end of our days!
They raise their glasses. Elvorix, though typically temperate, is easily swayed
by the easy charm and Princely power of Sir Madoc; he drinks happily.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Sir
Nodens, lightly frustrated with Vandar's repeated resistance to his drinking
offers, hears the party and promptly attends. In the first moments among his true
people, Nodens thrives, quickly abandoning Vandar for the other drinkers. Happy
with this development, Vandar spies Elvorix laughing uproariously with the
Prince, and settles in near the edge of the party, hoping to catch some more
knowledge of this court and the party. His stature and looks draw some
visitors, but it accounts for little.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">When
Iwan enters, he is espied by the Prince; Madoc thrusts a finger at the knight: “Iwan!
You! Join us!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Iwan
does, drinking comfortably, dancing impressively, and enjoying his time. Doing
so Iwan makes eye contact from across the room; his heart skips a beat: Lady
Eleri! Beside her, a man he does not immediately recognise. Iwan cannot resist
his powerful feelings for the woman. Later in the evening, when the man, and
many other Knights lay slumped on couches and against walls, Iwan approaches,
introducing himself to the Knight beside her.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">The
latter looks up, laughing pleasantly on hearing his name: “Sir Statirius,” he
declares a little haughtily, “I'm uh, the Baron of Thornbush; you may have
heard of me”.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Iwan
has, and liked not the hearing. He swallows the urge to stab the man in the
throat.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">When
prompted, dashing Iwan tells Statirius of his manor in Pitton. Practically
neighbours! The Baron says he should have him visit some time, once the roads
are better; he glances aside at Madoc, perhaps a hint of accusation in the look.
They continue to converse until it tires and Statirius speaks elswhere; Iwan
holds his composure throughout; it is an effort.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">His
moment present, Iwan feigns a mock introduction to Lady Eleri, who playfully
matches it. They converse easily and pleasantly; outwardly it appears natural
and untoward. Inwardly, they burn with passion, hearts aflutter with the
mischievous meeting…<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">__________ The Duke of Diapers!
__________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Dawn!
Once more, her rosy fingers and warm glow bring a magical light to picturesque Castle Brown; birds tweet happily beside the gently murmuring
river. The Feast is due this evening, and Elvorix has important meetings today.
Indeed, most folk seem busier today, with less time for leisure. A knighting
ceremony takes place: Several young men enjoy this honor, and our three young
knights attend; the procedure and repetition drill the courtesy for them. At
the end a child enters the hall, dressed in fantastic clothes but barely able
to walk. Beside him, a stately knight in fine attire; behind them a lavishly
dressed lady. They take the threshold.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">King
Uther rises and brings them forth. At the foot of his seat, he calls the child
by name: Lucius. The three stop onto the dais.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">The
King of Logres announces: “Under the guardianship of Baroness Pompobia,” the
lady to which he gestures, “and Sir Marvais De Revel,” the knight, “young
Lucius will assume responsibility as the Duke of Saxon Shore after the untimely
death of his father.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">A
murmur ripples through the room.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Uther,
before us and the crowd, Knights the toddler, now Duke of Saxon Shore. There is
a brief silence, until the first clap raises a wave of tense applause.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">“We
have fallen on sad times” Iwan whispers.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Sir
Elvorix agrees; “That is very strange. I can hardly wait for him to ride to my
aid.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Vandar
nods, but is quiet: It is not his place to question the King.<br /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgWBHUmaXbYsfibcQXoxm39tU9lQdD7stWcMnwvWf9cdybPjVnTGJt4Xrrbtv81lmJZjas9cg_KUsZBtbqcaT6ZWyBX0z457wgdbmvKS9nA7NEJ1Zck4574pC8yzcbYxXjwju6WweDjzH0a66ApkubIGbwTTEpFm-mDXYjY7khfH_ERs9IAtKjblYB_GQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="468" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgWBHUmaXbYsfibcQXoxm39tU9lQdD7stWcMnwvWf9cdybPjVnTGJt4Xrrbtv81lmJZjas9cg_KUsZBtbqcaT6ZWyBX0z457wgdbmvKS9nA7NEJ1Zck4574pC8yzcbYxXjwju6WweDjzH0a66ApkubIGbwTTEpFm-mDXYjY7khfH_ERs9IAtKjblYB_GQ" width="188" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;"><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">__________ The King’s Grace __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">That
afternoon, Elvorix waits in a lengthy queue to see the King. Earl Roderick,
Duke Ulfius, Baron Duach, Duke Lucius with his guardians, and Sir Blains are will
see the King before him, among many others. Eventually, Sir Elvorix is called
forth, gift in hand, to enter the hall. The King is meagrely attended: Two
Knights are beside him: One is a giant, larger even than Vandar, the other far
less intimidating. The Roman's courtesy is fine; he bows formally, greets
appropriately, and steps forth.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Sir
Elvorix brings forth the scabbard, and kneels: “O great king! I have a great
gift; Little in comparison to the riches thou already possess, but for a knight
of such modest means as myself, the journey and expense to gather this blade
his been great.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">The
King raises a curious eyebrow: “A sword? Hmh…”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">He
gestures; the smaller knights steps forth to take it.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Elvorix
explains: “It is of Roman origin, like myself; when Your Grace sees it, I hope
it will remind of me. I hope it a good improvement to thy royal collection!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">The
King takes it in one hand, stands, and flourishes the blade. An appreciative
grin crosses the King's face, and he nods.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">He
holds it long, inspecting the edge: “It is indeed quite old, but a fine blade
no doubt” nodding approvingly once more.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">He
asks for Elvorix's name, and it is given. The King has heard it before; where
do I know you from? Perhaps Sir Iwan, Elvorix offers? No, the King knows him
not. The King continues to admire the blade, and the black opal at its hilt.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">The
King sits: “So, Sir Elvorix; what do you need from me?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Elvorix
explains his proposed union with Lady Diane. He knows this is unusual, for one’s
Lord is the usually path for such a request, but the Roman’s first meeting with
Diane was unusual, and he is quite smitten.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">The
king nods in recognition: “So you're the Knight she was telling me about.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">A
pause; he narrows his eyes in careful inspection.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">“One
of Roderick's men, right? From Logres? Why you? Why should I award her to you? For
I have grown quite fond of her...”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Elvorix
tells he is young, but has accomplished much. He sees himself becoming a great
knight; one of the greatest of his land. His tale has been told throughout the
realm; the tales of Sir Iwan, Sir Vandagild and Sir Elvorix catch the ear of
many! We captured a banner in battle of Salisbury, our first muster!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">The
King admires the sword as he listens; at the end he looks back and forth
between his two knights, and shrugs.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">“Alright,
Sir Elvorix. I will grant you her hand. And I will have the writ delivered to
your Lord today.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">The
tall Roman thanks the King; he is a very happy man. The King sheaths the blade,
and Elvorix is dismissed.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">This
act, bypassing his own lord to secure a marriage, is bold. Doubly so for his
current disfavour with Roderick. Alas, Elvorix's loyalty to Roderick wanes in
the public eye... <br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Moving Up in the World __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Elvorix,
a pep in his step, seeks the Lady Diane; she sits with a small group.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">A
knight raises his hand as the Roman approaches: “Listen man; have you need of
something?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">He
clearly guards.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">“Not I, Sir, but Lady Diane has need of my news: We are to be married!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">The
knight raises an eyebrow, laughs openly, and turns: “Hey Diane, there's a guy
here to marry you.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Diane
puts down her drink, spits some wine, and comes running to Elvorix.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">“You're
not lying!? Has it happened!?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Sir
Elvorix tells that the gift impressed, Diane asks, and he explains the sword
that he had no business affording.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">“I'm
impressed”, she tells, “I uh… kind of thought thou would fuck this up.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">“I
don't fuck things up!” Elvorix insists.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">“I
see that!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">“Sir
Elvorix is a man who gets things done!” Elvorix persists.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">She
bites her lip a little.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">“Ohhh
kaaay.... We must plan our wedding of course! Have you told your lord; have you
told Roderick?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">He
shakes his head; “You are the first to know, unless the King has been talking!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">She
laughs softly, “Oh I doubt it,” she says, “that guy... ehh” she trails off with
exasperation.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">They
chat more, lamenting the necessity of more conversation with Sir Argan, who she
pities. Elvorix is grateful for his help finding the sword at least.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Diane
says The Constable is a bad man to annoy: “Oone time I spilled wine on him, just
a little, and he <i>still</i> despises me!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Elvorix
tells of the door ajar, and that he probably hates him now; she laughs openly: “Yea.
Yea indeed. He likes ye little, Sir Elvorix.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">The
Roman is invited into the group; more wine is served, hastened along by Elvorix’s
joyful celebration. Among the celebrants: Sir Mativan, who Iwan met earlier;
Lady Wynflaith, his youngest daughter (unwed) also parties; Sir Minados of the
King's Guard; and... Rolf? The latter is obviously not a knight, nor is he well
dressed. His hands are gnarled and unclean.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Elvorix
inquires about the last; Rolf is King Uther's huntsman. Rolf won't be at the
feast tonight, for he needs to fetch game for the next dinner. This, therefore,
is his easter feast, and he's glad to share it in this celebration; The huntsman
raises a toast to the betrothed! Elvorix, temperate, does not indulge too
heavily, but the party continues. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Sirs
Iwan and Vandar find the party; Elvorix welcomes them happily! Iwan sees sir
Mativan, who raises a glass to him at once!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Mativcan
starts to, with regret, stammer some attempt to ask Iwan to leave, but Diane shoves
him: “Shut up, he is a friend of Elvorix!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Elvorix
amends; “Not just a friend, but a brother! We fought side by side against the
Saxons!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">And
Iwan: “And this man was at my side in the dark forest, and will be when we
return.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Elvorix:
“To the defeat of the Dark Forest!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Vandar
raises a drink, as do many others...</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">__________ A Magical Meal __________<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">The
Feast!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Appropriately,
we sit below the Salt. Alas, Prince Madoc sits at a more glorious table; he
laments our absence for he enjoys our company, but formalities insist.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">This
feast is large: Castle Brown is grandiose, somehow more alive and festive than
the King's Hall in London. The three young knights present well, and are
dressed finely.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Cod
Tails are served.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Uther
gives a grand speech, welcoming the folk from across Logres and congratulating the
Toddler-Duke and others. Before long, everyone digs into the waiting cod.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Alas,
we do not see anyone matching the descriptions of Sir Sigurant or Sir
Arnoullant. Sir Vandar frowns in consternation.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">We
eat for some time.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Our
lesser table affords us one advantage: Sitting near the hall entrance, we easily
spy this: The doors burst open and two enormous men enter. One is wondrously
attractive: Long blonde hair, jaw sculpted like a roman statue. The other,
slightly smaller, wreathed in curly black hair, like that of the Castellan Sir
Galahaut. The latter is hunched beneath the weight of a massive beast: It looks
like a deer, but horns larger than any other seen; These vast trophies almost dragging
on the ground as he carries it in.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Vandar
and Iwan look at one another in recognition of the beast; A Yale? A wonderous
fae elk! Incredible! The horns are mobile, sharp, can strike at a man independently.
A silence fills the hall; the hunters trudge directly to King Uther.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">The
black-haired titan drops the heavy beast before the King: “A gift to you, my
king!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">The
two knights kneel and bow in deference to the King. Uther is obviously pleased.</span><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> Truly wonderous!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">The
King directs to Galahaut: “Have your servants dress the beast: We shall feast
on it tonight together!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">We
presume these are Sir Sigurant or Sir Arnoullant.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Quite
the entrance.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">__________ Feasting Intensifies
__________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Sir
Vandar, below the salt and among the lesser knights, finds not yet the
opportunity to catch the hunters. While searching for them, he spies a
respectable and comely lady catching his eye nearby; she is beautiful. He
approaches at once, holding her gaze with his silver eyes as he introduces
himself. They chat easily, and without a care flirt joyfully and comfortably.
She is Lady Elaine, he learns, another Aquitanian. Vandar, honest to a fault,
asks clearly if she is single.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">“I
am not married, Sir Vandar; quite thankfully for thee! Your honest art may have
had thee troubles otherwise”, she laughs.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">They
enjoy their cod tails together...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Sir
Elvorix, lacking money to gamble per his preference, takes every opportunity to
make the journey upward, Near the Salt, to spend time with his fiancé. She sits
beside Sir Minados. The betrothed flirt openly, sparks ignited to flames:
Elvorix proposes they soon take a short break from the feast; he has a room,
courtesy of Prince Madoc. The twinkle in her eye lights up the room. Filled
with youthful joy, they fathom excuses for a short absence...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Sir
Iwan, mistrustful of the fae creatures, asks probing questions to discover the
location from which this Yale was discovered. People are confused by his
anxious questioning; which forest, he demands, and how far is it? They only
know it was Sir Sigurant; though many share his idea that the fae are
mischievous and not to be trusted; many will not eat of its meat. Alas, he
learns little of value.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">People
are mostly enamoured of the two hunters; a small crowd forms around them, and
they work their way through the social morass.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">The
Host and castellan of castle Brown, Sir Galahaut wanders the hall.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">He
double-takes near our table, spying the lofty, broad-shouldered Sir Vandar. “Sir
Knight, art thou not the man who made fool of himself trying to... what was it?
Speak with me?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Vandar
smiles, little embarrassed, and lowers his eyes: “The same, my Lord.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Vandar
explains his designs: The missing sir Vandagild and his quest to recover him
with Sir Sigurant's help.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Galahaut
raises a hand, interrupting: “And why would he meet with you? You're big, sure,
but do you know how to use that sword? Would he trust you to fight a demon
beside him?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Sir
Vandar convincingly tells the man of his swordsmanship; demonstrating some
skill and flourishes by request. Galahaut nods; he tells that, skilled as he
is, Vandar might yet impress his son by himself. He claps Vandar on the
shoulder and moves on.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Sir
Elvorix returns to the feast with Diane; they share shining eyes and intimate
winks. As he passes the more glorious tables, Sir Sulian, one of Diane's
companion's asks of him: Sir Knight, my sister Lady Heled knows no-one in these
lands and needs a conversational companion. Elvorix assents, though not overly
pleased with the development. Sulian gives up his seat for Elvorix to sit
beside the lady; but Diane has no seat of her own and must return to her place.
Elvorix bids hisfiancée adieu, forlorn. He soon learns his new companion is
from Bedegraine, and her brother a knight there. Sir Elvorix nods, not pressing
that farther, and they chat. He tells her stories, though not well. They pass
the time in pleasant company.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Meanwhile,
Sir Iwan is approached by a servant: There's been a seating rearrangement and
there is now a place for him near the Salt! Sir Iwan raises an eyebrow and
accepts. He moves to the table, and soon finds the true depth of his fortunes: He
is placed across the table from Lady Eleri and Sir Statirius! Eleri's eyes
shine warmly at him; Statirius greets him in friendly manner. The Baron tells
Iwan that someone was ill, couldn't handle their liquor, and a seat became
free.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">“I
saw thee all the way down there, with no friends of fame or note, and figured;
why not!?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Iwan
thanks him and talks politley, though he does not like the man at all. Sir
Statirius, noting that Roderick has brought a great offering for the King this
year, asks pointed questions about this;
perhaps he has fallen from favour and wishes to regain it? </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Iwan
knows not; for he is not kept in that counsel.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">“But
surely, Lord of Pitton manor, a man of your status would be included in such
talk? Ah, but I pry too much…” he tells. Iwan struggles to not bare his teeth
at the insufferable man.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ A Cat among the Cymrics __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Iwan,
perceptive, and near the top of the table, spies that Sir Sigurant has been gone
some time. Taking note, he sees he has still not yet returned...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Sir
Vandar, enjoying his time with Lady Elaine, raises his glass. A toast! To her
beauty and grace, and the gratitude we must all have for such pleasant company!
She blushes at the sentiment, and, sitting beside him, slides closer. Vandar,
honest again, tells her that he is not a man of great means; he has no lands of
his own, nor to inherit. He finds her fantastic and swoons in her gaze, and may
be falling for her; but he may not be the match that she wants. As he says
this, he is struck once more: Silky brown hair, warm clear skin, gorgeous. She
is stunning. His silver eyes lock once more with hers of green. She seems
conflicted, but receptive nonetheless.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">She
hushes him; “Worry not of these trifles for now.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">The
touch of her finger on his lips makes him shudder in pleasure. His heart
swells.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Sir
Elvorix keeps spending time with Lady Heled; it is an inglorious
responsibility, but he keeps his word to Sir Sulian and persists. Elvorix, ever
scheming, learns a little of their financial status. Lady Heled skirts the
answer, but she hints that they have recently started doing quite well for
themselves...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">The
Castellan Sir Galahaut, returned to the High Table, calls for song! Many folks
offer their voices to the hall, many tunes of joy and loss and glory. For his
part, Vandar sings well, his deep Aquitanian rumble adding beautiful depth to
the chorus. But it holds no candle to Sir Iwan who, sitting beside his beloved,
once more excites royalty with his singing voice: His effort is perfect,
impressing all and drawing great cheer! </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Kerfuffle!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Eyes
turn to the source of disturbance, great doors near the head of the hall. Costumed
men march into the hall, clad in fabric ‘chainmail’, miming their passage on a
horse.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">They
halt, and a servant calls to the hall in a reverberant voice: “In the Honour of
our host Sir Galahaut, and King Uther, we bring this tale of Valor from Sig
Sigurant!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">The
play begins. A leading ‘Knight’ steps forth from the actors, his voice a
dramatic exaggeration of noble parlance: “Lo! A fine day to ride, is it not,
men? With the wind at our back, and these fine steeds, we shall make London by
nightfall...”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">The
play continues for some time. The story describes a journey to London, in which
our heroes encounter a Saxon raiding party. The Lead character, it is revealed,
is Sir Sigurant, who slays a dozen saxons himself! The Saxon commander
retreats! The actor playing Sir Sigurant proceeds on foot, his men embroiled with
the remaining foe. ‘Sir Sigurant’ follows the Saxon Thegn into the woods; the nefarious
foe clambers atop a pile of bones in his encampment! ‘Sigurant’ is not dissuaded,
and strides forth to battle: He slays many a saxon, until only the chief and
Sigurant remain…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">From
another side door: A low, rumbling growl! A feline sound, full of malice and
threat. The noise brings hair to end throughout the hall...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Soon,
a huge, cat-like creature enters the hall; it is collared, with a chain
trailing behind it. On great paws bearing terrible claws, it slinks low to the
ground; dorsal hairs erect. There is no fabric in this beast; its threatening
musk wafts through the hall.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">From
atop the fake bones, the ‘Theng’ claims gloriously, his accent a mockery: “None
survive my pet! Flee, before it claims you too!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">“Your beasts do not scare me!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">The
animal is real, though the play is not. Several spearmen prompt the animal forward
into the hall toward ‘Sigurant’, and a man clings worriedly to the chain to
restrain it. A servant hands fake Sigurant a real sword.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">With
a flourish the actor calls: “I will slay the beast!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">A
tense moment: As the beast is pushed forward, it lunges with murderous intent, attempting
to leap upon the actor; the chains restrain it! The crowd gasps!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">“Fear not, for I am.... Uaaaaaahhh!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">The
beast leaps once more, and is upon him! The actor's face at once rendered a red, flapping mess, as a slashing claw rips
through it! The swords clatters to the floor; the chain is unheld! The men who
were holding it flee; the spearmen attempt to corral but cannot! The lithe,
muscular beast slashes a squire as it moves to a corner; it crouches there, lips
pulled back to reveal deadly fangs; it hisses and snarls with terrible intent.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Sir
Vandar’s eyes flick to Elaine, and then to the beast. He moves without thinking; bursting to his feet; cutlery fly. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">He
roars: “Fear not, Elaine! I will protect thee!” His chair clatters across the room,
he is the first and fastest to move: He rushes for the blade, his long fingers
wrapping the hilt tightly. He is unarmoured, but crouches into a comfortable
stance before the animal. Among the screams, most of the guests push backward
to the opposite end of the hall…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Sir
Iwan, eyes darting, sees King Uther: In his great throne, the King sits easily,
flanked by his guards. A smile slips onto his face.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Iwan
takes a carving knife and runs up to secure the flank of Sir Vandar…</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgUzC5wA-qrMSTjWPZOWDpUxo5NM3lv5UDQu5_pz3BIihjqd44PTNwCb6DbGUQH3erWJ-Ks0QGpUXEojCfFGayy0ZinCrZQpfja4An_Wo5RFz5ykEqgIc2G9glJ3txgY1EAp3rYWezKzxoUrgOngziILxS_kVi1bKkmX3Jfx0UE1vBI_545nISHz9aGSA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="463" data-original-width="635" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgUzC5wA-qrMSTjWPZOWDpUxo5NM3lv5UDQu5_pz3BIihjqd44PTNwCb6DbGUQH3erWJ-Ks0QGpUXEojCfFGayy0ZinCrZQpfja4An_Wo5RFz5ykEqgIc2G9glJ3txgY1EAp3rYWezKzxoUrgOngziILxS_kVi1bKkmX3Jfx0UE1vBI_545nISHz9aGSA" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">__________</span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><br /><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;"><b>Image
1</b>: Barneportræt af en prins,</span> <span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;">Jakob van Doordt, 17<sup>th</sup>
Century. Nivaagaard museum.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 13.5pt;"><b>Image
2</b>: Alas, I can’t track down the original source since this image has turned into a
meme. Apologies to whichever unnamed medieval monk had such talent and whimsy
to produce such a wonderful thing.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><p></p>Trent_Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07027231462282970568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468481237476887643.post-27862864507015492982022-07-07T17:50:00.003-07:002022-07-07T22:50:30.687-07:00The Heirs of Britain - Game Ten<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> </span><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 24pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Heirs of Britain</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 24pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Session 10: 483; The Hunt for the Hunters</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><br />
__________ February 483 – Salisbury __________</span></b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"> <br /><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Earl’s
guard, Sir Edar, continues his tirades against Sir Elvorix. He now openly decries
the Roman gambler for his actions at Bedegraine, perhaps as a means of
deflecting attention from his own un-knightly behaviour. Similarly, Elvorix
shies not from his own scathing words; Edar is a dishonourable hypocrite!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Yet, the
tall Roman has other priorities: As the snow falls on his manor in Shrewton, he
receives a missive from the Lady Diane. It is penned in different style than
the first note; this one favourably neat and precise in comparison. She writes
that the King Uther does not oppose their engagement, but yet she knows that
the great man requires a show of Elvorix’s deference and praise for him. A
sign, perhaps, that he is to earn his King’s trust and favour. Once so done,
she continues, Uther will tell Earl Roderick to approve; the latter will have
little choice in the matter. Her letter ends thus: Uther doth receive tribute
at Easter Court, held timely at Castle Brown; do thee speak with him there, Elvorix,
and bring with thy person a fine gift. I will acquaint farther with thee there,
and then.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Ardent, the
scheming Roman resolves at once to spend lavishly on a gift for the King.
Spring approaches, yet now the ground is still hard; he moves quickly to set for
London. As he rides south and east, he fetches Sir Iwan, of course, and that
handsome fellow’s cultured friend and mentor Sir Myles. Their horses clop on
the frozen Logres earth, and Elvorix speaks this: He needs their help to search
for the finest blade he can wrangle, and he commits the impressive sum of £8 to
the task! He knows something of King Uther: The man is a warrior, and proud of
his military aptitude. Elvorix hopes the Martial nature of the gift will
impress.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The trio and
their squires travel several days amiably and unaccosted in the frosty air,
arriving well. London is little different from three years gone; it still
smells terrible, though slightly less so due to the Winter cold; the widespread
effluent and carcasses benefit from the icy morning. Sir Elvorix begs quarter
at the White Tower, to where Uther has moved his London Knights' residence. He
weasels deftly among the men and women there, his intriguery poised to find
scent of one in poor favours; one who may be willing to sell an antique blade
for a discounted sum. Through series of cunning conversations, Sir Elvorix soon
finds a lead: Sir Argan, Uther's Constable. The men walk deeper into the White
Tower, to find his office set within.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Knocking,
the Roman find’s the man he seeks: He is not old, perhaps thirty; well built,
but his neat hair shows hints of early greying. As the Salisburians enter, he
looks not to them but stays focused on his papers and work, focus intent. Elvorix’s
introduction prompts him; Argan asks briskly what is needed.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
explains his purpose: He searches for a gift for the King. Perhaps Sir Argan,
abreast of financial affairs, knows a Knight in need of financial aid, and one
who doth possess an extra artefact or antique; perhaps, Elvorix adds, of
military nature?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Argan pauses
his penmanship, and looks up with a raised eyebrow: “You wish me to tell thee,”
sayeth he, “of some hapless knight, so that ye might pick at their bones like some
base raven? Perhaps kick them while they lay?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“Not at all!”
Elvorix defends, “I do wish simply to help a fellow Knight, a man in need;
financially. But not as a gift, nay; as a trade! I would not so insult and
demean a man by offering him piteous-finance.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Argan,
impressed little, nonetheless nods and asks for the sum of this trade; Elvorix
tells him of the £8. Argan checks his papers and finds a man, giving name and
direction. Argan warns Elvorix sternly: If he hears word of trouble, or any
attempts to swindle any of Uther’s Knights, the Constable will come for him
personally. Sir Elvorix assures the man that he has no such intention. Thus, the
Roman learns of his mark: Sir Caradig; also in London. Constable Argan tells
him to close the door on the way out. Elvorix swings it closed, but yet leaves
it an inch open; he is not this man's pawn! Unseen, a scowl deepens.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ The Lows of London Life __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir Elvorix
learns more of Caradig: The London knight has spent much of his wealth on drink,
and men speak in hushed tones of him; he is miserable and in disfavour. Elvorix
hopes to catch him at cups, and thus searches where he's been directed: For a
tavern in area of London renowned for its density of sweaty laborers and low
folk. Sir Iwan, unused to the ways of scoundrels and caught somewhere unawares,
soon finds himself short a purse of 70 denarii. Sir Iwan is more than a little
annoyed; his heart wishes for violence. Alas, there is little recourse, and he
opts not to hunt for whichever miscreant lifted his purse. He seethes. The
knights continue, and soon find the alehouse they seek. The conniving Roman finds
his man at a table; Caradig’s clothes and faculties are in poor state. Sir
Elvorix breaks the silence: A curt greeting precedes his listing the man's
miseries and comparing them with his own affluence; he tells the drunk that he
kindly hopes to even these fortunes some.<br /><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhD318JaeAU1k37YcOowgJHtWaw28LVSdxX6TrMHE8v8hdmPpVygZxcp3TkbcMI5j0Q5Am2HvirpAUravREVer-Sf08b7dIWZ-WS-orfzjN1kW9QMc24WdoxE3ilHnwWkCINNJ50wdXP2m79FmGBu6k444apmINDHZaPJP3aU7DUxb7JVZ9P8rf_KDb2w" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="364" data-original-width="696" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhD318JaeAU1k37YcOowgJHtWaw28LVSdxX6TrMHE8v8hdmPpVygZxcp3TkbcMI5j0Q5Am2HvirpAUravREVer-Sf08b7dIWZ-WS-orfzjN1kW9QMc24WdoxE3ilHnwWkCINNJ50wdXP2m79FmGBu6k444apmINDHZaPJP3aU7DUxb7JVZ9P8rf_KDb2w" width="320" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><br /><br />“Perhaps,” Elvorix
offers, “A man of thy storied history still holds some artefact or treasure,
which ye may consider trading for more fungible goods? Truly, I come to aid
thee: I will trade it, this thing of yours, and for both our Honour offer it as
a Gift to the King!” </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The man, his
accent common and broad, jabs back at Elvorix: “Whattayou know 'bout what I
got?”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir Elvorix
explains he simply found someone in need of help. Caradig is suspicious, but
his desperation wins out. Watchful of the Roman’s tricks, or the risk of robbery,
the low Knight organises to meet them at Saint Paul’s Cathedral; Elvorix
recalls being knighted there with Iwan and Vandagild, before the then High King
Aurelius.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Time passes,
and the meeting met.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir Elvorix,
a thick bag on his shoulder approaches the Cathedral with Sir Iwan, absent a
lighter one; Myles trails, the squires in tow. Sir Caradig, now armoured stands
in a shadow, a blade on his hip: He demands to see “it”. Elvorix catches the
meaning and aquiesces; he opens his satchel, causing gleaming light to twinkle
from the pile of treasure within. The lower man, taken by temptation, reaches
in; Elvorix pulls the bag away... The Roman asks to see the trade. Caradig
nods. He takes a careful step backward. Slowly, the drunkard looks him up and
down. He pulls his sword from its scabbard...</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">And lays the
weapon across his arm. He steps forth to Sir Elvorix. He looks his man firmly in
the eye, and asks for assurance that the Blade will go to the King; Elvorix
gives it.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Caradig then
offers him this: A fine blade of quality steel. An elegant inscription graces
the blade, which fits handsomely into a masterfully crafted grip and crossguard;
The hilt gleams with a large, black opal, set tight in the hilt. All work is of
the finest craftsmanship. Caradig explains the weapon’s history, his voice
firmer, prouder: The blade goes back several generations. It is of Roman make;
his ancestor was the First Officer of the Roman Cavalry, when those proud men first
came to Britain. It has been passed through his family since then. He pauses a
moment, eying the weapon with adoration and wist. Caradig sighs heavily; he is
glad it will end up in the hands of a better man.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir Elvorix
begs of Caradig that he use the funds to get his lands back in order; “We shall
see”, says Caradig, and he leaves in the direction of the tavern.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Myles
wonders aloud if the man has lands to order.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir Elvorix speaks
with his friends of the difficulty involved in securing such a deal! Sir Iwan
offers simple words of explanation: It is London. Both agree: They wish not end
their lives or service posted to this festering city, and thus end like these sorry
men. As they leave, Sir Iwan finds and hires a tutor in letters; he wishes to
learn them, and has a good reason to do so: A certain woman has left him a
missive in the winter.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The men
return to Salisbury; the journey passes easily, the ground still frozen. Sir
Iwan is keen to learn the words in his mail...<br /><br /></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ A Quest Recalled __________<br /><br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">As they
travel, the two men have some lingering feeling of forgetfulness; it has been
present for some months... They note this on the journey, but cannot pin the
source. Once they reach Sarum, it hits them both at once, hard, like a slap: An
Oath! They made an Oath to rescue Sir Vandagild, their good friend! Somehow, he
had slipped their mind completely these last few months... The completeness of
their ignorance is shocking in retrospect. Recovering quickly, they are excited
to recall their quest!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Resting at
Iwan’s manor at Pitton, the young knights discuss Castle Brown: King's Uther's
Easter Feast is set there this year, they must hence deliver Elvorix’s blade. And
it is there they hope to find Sir Sigurant, who they wish to bequeath for aid.
Moreover, the Bishopric there is a good place for Iwan to search for Holy Aid. Sir
Elvorix recalls Diane's intrigue: They will need to find a way to gain
invitation. Some consideration offers a few paths: Perhaps their best is to
gain membership of some greater Lord’s entourage? Alas, Earl Roderick, the
obvious choice, is unlikely to ask the insubordinate Elvorix with him.</span><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">An
interruption: A huge man visits! His hair long, in the Aquitanian style, and
his features striking: Broad shouldered and silver eyed, he greets them again
with a charming accent. It is Sir Vandar, cousin of Vandagild: The towering,
physical man is known for his Love of Family, having almost come to blows with
Prince Madoc over seating. He is famously Temperate, Merciful and Honest. He is
a valorous and capable swordsman, with a keen knowledge of the way of the Fae.
Like his Cousin and the other men of his family, Vandar is a favourite
storyteller. He is of age with the other men of this quest, and is a sworn
Household Knight of Baron Duach.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">“I greet ye, friends, and beg of ye this: I am ashamed that I had somehow forgotten,
but yet I now once more feel the pressing urgency of rescuing my cousin, and
thy friend, Sir Vandagild. Sir Iwan, tales do spread of thy Quest. I pray of thee:
Allow me to follow, and lend my sharp blade and strong arm to thy cause! But
first; tell me this, and true: I hear accusing words from Golistan, with whom I
spent much time in my youth. Didst thou fail his son, Uvan? And didst thou fail
Vandagild?”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Iwan is honest,
telling the full truth. Iwan's character, and the stories of his fervour in the
quest are convincing: Vandar forgives him, holding no grudge not suspicion.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The three
men travel to search for Madoc; they hope of him for invitation to Easter at
Castle Brown. the Spring thaw comes, and the roads churn with cold, damp mud. The
Prince attends his own court, and the young knights wait patiently for his
time, which is soon given. Elvorix speaks keenly with the Prince, and Iwan with
soft friendship. As the men share small tales, Vandar watches the Prince
quietly; he is still suspicious of Madoc after Vandagild’s feast in 480. Madoc
is the stronger man, indeed stronger than most men; but Vandar is by far the
taller. Still, he is in a forgiving mood, and Madoc’s friendship with Vandagild
soothes any malice he keeps. He brings not their conflict to the fore, nor does
the Prince; in fairness, the latter may not recall it.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Prince Madoc
recalls their search for Sigurant. Elvorix nods, but also tells that we seek
Bishop Roger, who hath been prepared by Iwan's Father-In-Law Sir Brannoc, to
beg for Holy Support to sanctify the dank grove of the Hag. Madoc is glad to
help the men enter the feast, and wishes them luck gaining an audience with the
"pompous dickhead" Sir Sigurant. Alas, he cannot come to fight the
Hag again. Madoc is pragmatic: Men are lost in battle. While he hopes they
succeed, and he truly wants to see Vandagild again, he can not be galivanting
through cursed woods again, waiting to be torn to meat-tiles by some demonic
elf. He has responsibilities and feasts to attend.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Prince
changes the topic; why do we speak with him, and not the Earl? Though he
quickly follows his own question: Uther and Roderick are both making an
uncommon effort of this Easter: The King is making a judgement about the
betrothal of some lady... the one from Wynchbank. The Prince suggests we have
had some experience of her. Elvorix nods, recalling the Lady Ellen. The Roman asks
Madoc, however, to help him with his own marriage to Lady Diane; a good word to
his father may make the difference, he offers hopefully.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Madoc is
thoughtful a moment, then nods, but tells Elvorix plainly: “My father is busy,
and his efforts valuable; this will not be for thee a simple favour. There will
be a time when I will call on ye, all, and thus expect thee to act so accommodating
for me; and I will count on you.” He looks at the knights pointedly,
emphasising the “will”.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir Elvorix
agrees readily; “Your Grace, thou art our Prince, always we do stand ready at thy call!”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir Iwan is
modest, as usual, and assents without comment. Vandar raises a questioning
eyebrow, wondering if he is part of the bargain... <br /><br /></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ The Prince’s Pleasures __________<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The three
knights join Madoc the next morning, his entourage full of Knights and
courtiers. The Princes wishes all a good morning, but they mount up quickly and
ride onward. As they ride, the roads become mud and the air close to warm; the
Prince finds time to converse. He finds it better to arrive early to such
events; it gives a good impression and gives better access to secure lodgings
and floorspace.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sarum;
Levcomagus; Silchester; Stone's Keep; London; then north toward Watling, then a
minor road to Castle Brown. It is a long journey, of several weeks.</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: Merriweather; line-height: 107%;">One
crisp morning, in Silchester, the Prince calls a halt: yonder is my father's
forest, and today the sun shines bright. He declares a hunt! Sir Jarren and the
others agree openly; Iwan is indifferent but attends politely; Elvorix is
excited to do anything with the Prince; Vandar enjoys hunting, though he
is not the talent as Vandagild. The day is pleasant, and many fair game
claimed: Of the Questing companions, Iwan and Vandar succeed in their efforts,
netting fine flesh for the camp ovens!</span></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhVZExNCXeR1HWVTfAqhqT5c946PC7rzTyJJLnWRLoA11FwgiKMP-OjDRNWSVTZtO4r39cdfmijL0wP1_9cR5UvGegkhVOjdIcbRvz5oQHMA1_j_0WgTXkx8pRzGLR6EZ18Fsb8vT5ddHxQPKlfEJotvEuPPSp9kAPD3eUAX2GXxid3wVKYqHYfPGt57A" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="549" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhVZExNCXeR1HWVTfAqhqT5c946PC7rzTyJJLnWRLoA11FwgiKMP-OjDRNWSVTZtO4r39cdfmijL0wP1_9cR5UvGegkhVOjdIcbRvz5oQHMA1_j_0WgTXkx8pRzGLR6EZ18Fsb8vT5ddHxQPKlfEJotvEuPPSp9kAPD3eUAX2GXxid3wVKYqHYfPGt57A" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Settling
back to camp, the Prince and Jarren produce wine from bags; two bottles each,
but it is clear there are more. Smiles cross their faces, and eager courtiers swarm.
The festivities escalate! The three young Knights do not indulge: Vandar and
Elvorix are famously Temperate, and Iwan modestly so; even the mirthful day of
hunting and drinking with the Prince does not dissuade them. Moreover, Vandar
still thinks modestly of the Prince, and talks little with him. Elvorix too
holds some dissatisfaction at missing his opportunity to impress during the
hunt; he wishes to keep his temperance and temper before Madoc; he is
Proud. </span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; line-height: 107%;">The
next morning, as the camp looks to break, Madoc once more looks to the sky; it
is clear, and he enjoyed yesterday; another hunt! Sir Vandar is pleased enough:
He enjoys the forest and, save for meeting Sirs Sigurant and Arnoullant, has
little interest in Castle Brown. The others men have neither have concerns, and
join the hunt readily. This day’s efforts are less fruitful: Only Sir Iwan finds
his prey; the others are luckless. Sir Jarren, unusually, is slow this day and
struggles also; perhaps aching from indulgence the night before? Still, many deer
are claimed: The afternoon comes, and Jarren, ever keen, produces two more
bottles. The Prince cheers! A lute is brought forth once more, and a great fire
stoked! The three young knights again abstain; Elvorix still stews at his
hunting failures; Iwan is patient, concerned only for making Easter in time.</span></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuTOkpXTVjV2fWz3g5FhaHSWgwNBx2ScoRflgt2SAtxWNJZLAWXUzcEJao2te9CgzvHvbFKsEkVEx0Dg1bHXeyWFmqRb1ZhYuMgCICGQjK09LXkjj0YV1EYXINP6ds8P5hN4aqyjq7NRecQzYxTSH9C3mY2iDuOMeIUumtUy3y7wouNdXWLKbp2zdebQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="309" data-original-width="485" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuTOkpXTVjV2fWz3g5FhaHSWgwNBx2ScoRflgt2SAtxWNJZLAWXUzcEJao2te9CgzvHvbFKsEkVEx0Dg1bHXeyWFmqRb1ZhYuMgCICGQjK09LXkjj0YV1EYXINP6ds8P5hN4aqyjq7NRecQzYxTSH9C3mY2iDuOMeIUumtUy3y7wouNdXWLKbp2zdebQ" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Still, the
festivities intensify: Madoc's voice yet leaps over the noise; “HEY! Who among you has the strongest lungs, the finest pipes!? Yea, a Singing Competition! I do declare
it thus!” </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir Elvorix
is not a good singer, this soon becomes clear, though his enthusiasm draws no
ire. Sir Vandar makes an attempt: Though he sings passably and his voice is
warm, his heart is not in it. He worries for his cousin, is indifferent for
Madoc and this party, and is anxious to set off. Iwan is the better, keeping a full
heart but not testing his limits. His gentle song, following a simple folk
tune, tells of the Battle of Salisbury, and Vandagild and Elvorix's deeds there
while Iwan himself lay wounded. By the time the ballad is finished, he has many
ears. O, such fine song!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Prince
points jarringly at the Roman: “Elvorix! Is what he sings true?” he demands; “did
thee so capture the banner of Saxons, and slay the Thegn in a single thrust of thy
spear!?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">It is, tells
Elvorix! The Prince thus calls for his version of the story, “for there must be
details that the hero himself may only tell; details that not even the bards know!”;
he offers a friendly wink to Iwan.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir Elvorix
takes the stage and, on the back of Iwan's song, delivers a robust tale full of
camaraderie, violence and valour; he tells finely the glory of capturing the
foemen’s banner and slaying many a Saxon. He only hints at the saving of Sir
Jarren, the excellent warrior: the Roman protects the latter man's pride, and
mentions not his nor his father's name. Nonetheless, Madoc turns to Jarren for
confirmation of the tale. He gives it: “They are certainly fine fighters” the
proud swordsman offers.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A toast is
raised: “To the Heroes at Salisbury!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
takes a bow, and gestures for Iwan to do the same.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Roman remains
standing as the cheers wane. He asks all to bring attention to their absent
companion: “To Sir Vandagild”, he says, “for whom we soon quest!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The mood
turns somber a moment; internally, Elvorix fears that Vandagild is surely dead;
the woods are dangerous, and he feels his quest is one of revenge, not saviour.
Sir Iwan, however, vehemently, perhaps in delusion, thinks that Vandagild still
lives. He is stuck, he hopes, in a timeless realm, where he will remain forever
untouched by the ravages of that cruel force. He hopes to find him in that
forest someday. Vandar looks with gratitude to Elvorix; he has lost a good
cousin, and hopes to find him well and soon. It is clear to all present that
the men have formed a strong Bond of Companionship.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Prince Madoc
nods, stands, swigs, and bids us all retire for the night. He glances
mischievously at Sir Jarren, adding that he would prefer not to have to drag
anyone from their cot; a chuckle ripples the air. The three questing companions
men retire, untroubled by drink, and rise early and easily.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Blood on the Road __________<br /></span></b><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> </span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">From
Silchester we journey east; on the road ahead we spy many carts and knights, all
stopped beside the road: They show proudly the banners of Earl Roderick. We get
closer; a number of knights are dismounted; and several bodies lay still on the
floor. Among the dead are two knights, and a dozen or so fighters; the latter
are ruffian in appearance but equipped like true footmen. The scene confounds.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir Elvorix
approaches the men of his Lord and asks for news; Sir Vandar, a man of Baron
Duach, is curious but does not approach; Sir Iwan hears no invite, and is
patient. A footmen tells the Roman that, sadly, Sirs Garent and Grate were
slain in the defence. Elvorix wonders at the mountless state of the assailants;
were they suicidal? The man kicks the body, we haven't seen men this well armed
on the roads, not for a while at least, and there were many more of them than
us. Nodding, Elvorix inquires about markings or insignia; there are none.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">His
attention is brought to a living foe; unconscious, his face a wounded mess. A
nearby knight hopes the fellow recovers, so he can be pressed for information.
Prince Madoc approaches from behind the Roman: Roderick’s knight bows,
previously unaware of the Prince’s presence; he tells him he will move the
carts promptly. The Prince shrugs and thanks him, though he is untroubled.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Reunited and
informed, Sir Vandar, knowing something of Elvorix's skills, suggests the Roman
might use his talents here; he might keep the wounded foe from dying? Elvorix
shrugs; he cares not for the man, but makes an attempt regardless; uninspired,
his efforts yield little gain, after a brief appraisal he declares there is
little more to be done.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Elvorix
stands, and turns to his friends… Only to see the looming presence of Earl
Roderick behind him. The Roman bows, cleaning his hands on a cloth; when asked,
he tells that the wounded man has not come around, and he will likely not live. The
Earl sighs; Elvorix comments on the dangerous roads of late. This draws a nod,
and the Earl walks away.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The air is
tense around the baggage train, and concerns are raised. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Soon, Madoc
leads his entourage onward. Men talk of the foolishness of this assault; Sir
Vandar offers that perhaps the attack was organised by another suitor for Lady
Ellen, set to make Roderick look weak before the King, or steal from his gifts?
Sir Elvorix thinks them to be well-armed robbers; he has several times observed
the keenness of thieves and Brigands of late. The mystery remains as yet unsolved…<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ Castle Brown __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Several days
travel yield a picturesque scene: A broad, slow-moving river winds beside us,
and a rocky beach fills a large bend. Insects chirp and flitter, while swifts
snatch them from the spring air; stints and Heron prowl the banks, while ducks
and coots tread the waters. The sweet freshness of early blooms wafts ‘pon the
warm breeze. And above this all a large castle stands, impressive and stone, set
high in this bend, defensible and aesthetically wonderful. The water of the
vast river, almost a lake, ripples against the thick walls; the forest beyond
glints with dew in the sunlight.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Alas, there
is a queue ahead, many folk of various ilk. Madoc skips it; the perks of
Royalty. As we search for a place to make camp, he tells us to not bother: as
members of his entourage we will be given rooms. We share looks of gratitude
and joy; he nods to us and leaves us to go about our business. Sir Elvorix
offers we should seek our tasks quickly; Sir Vandar agrees; he wants to get
into the Fae Forest and achieve our quest. A brief search finds us the name of
the man who is best suited to direct us: Once more we are set to call upon The
Constable, Sir Argan. Sir Iwan offers that he will talk to the Constable: He
recalls Elvorix's explanation of the meeting in London and worries for the
impression it left...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Constable is
found in one of the castle's various halls; Iwan, skilled at matters of courtly
courtesy, is perfect in his approach. He has the man's attention promptly,
bowing appropriately and greeting him with respect. The man's scowl softens a
little, and Iwan speaks: He requests a meeting with King Uther, and Sir
Sigurant the Brown; he needs only a short time. Argan handles not Sir Sigurant,
he tells, but asks after the subject for the King? A petition, Iwan explain,
for Sir Elvorix.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir Argan,
hearing the name, stops writing for a moment. His scowl deepens; and he returns
to writing. Iwan is promptly given the details of the petition meeting. The
conversation effectively over, Iwan is almost pushed aside from the press of
knights and courtiers. He leaves, glad to be rid of the urgent crowd.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The knights
reunite: Elvorix will schedule a meeting with the Bishop; Iwan and Vandar will
find time with Sigurant. Sir Elvorix, not possessing an impressive knowledge of
the religion, knows not to whom he should speak; he travels to the Bishopric,
and tells various clergy that he has a question “that only Bishop Roger can
answer”. Alas, this does him little good, at each turn he is frustrated by
well-meaning but quite-impeding folk. The effort takes time, but eventually he
is directed appropriately: he hears of Father Nonnius, who can schedule time
with the Bishop. He can likely be found in the yard, listening to qualms of the
layfolk; he considers himself a charity worker. The elderly man is found hence,
sitting on a bale of hay and counselling a squire. Elvorix approaches; he
affords the two men their proper privacy and waits patiently nearby. The squire
soon dismissed, the Father, with minor struggle, takes his feet. Elvorix tells
the man that he must speak with Bishop Roger about some evil which needs to be
exorcised; we need a man trained in such action to aid us in our quest.
Prompted, Elvorix explains this is not an evil of within, but a cruel demon of
the forest, explaining the tale of the Hag of Imber. <br />
<br />
Nonnius is genuinely concerned: He intervenes politely; “This matter, ‘tis is
an awful plight, and I thank thee. Ye have come truly to the right place.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Alas, the
Bishop is a busy man; but in the early morning, three days from now in the
chapel hall, we will have our meeting. Elvorix thanks the Father, and bids him
to tell us if any earlier opportunities present. The old man smiles; all good
things come with patience.<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ The Bold and the Beautiful __________<br /><br /></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sir Vandar strides
into the castle, Sir Iwan in tow; both men are distractingly handsome. Vandar stands
a full head above even tall men, and his prominence helps him gently gather the
attention of a servant; he asks after Sir Sigurant, or someone who can organise
his time. A brief conversation reveals the famous man is out hunting…
probably... Sir Sigurant, it seems, does much of whatever Sigurant wants and is
not easily dissuaded. Sir Galahaut, lord of Castle Brown, may be the man to whom
one best speak; per process, Sigurant will need his permission regardless. The
servant asks the lofty Aquitanian’s name: Sir Vandar gives it, and explains he
is in the party of the Prince. To this, the man says he ought then have no
trouble. Vandar nods and thanks him; setting off for Sir Galahaut in the main
hall.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">At the far
end; he spies a group of rich knights, surrounded by servants. Sir Vandar
approaches and adopts a bold tactic: He stands nearby, listening politely; but importantly,
being very tall, and very handsome. Soon, he discovers Galahaut; a shorter man,
across the circle from him. Older than the other Knights, a pudgy face with a
round, well-groomed beard; tight cropped black hair clings to his head. The
conversation plays between Saxons, inheritance, courtly interest, and the like.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Soon
Vandar’s simple tactic finds modest success: From behind, a cough, and a voice;
A servant. "Sir Arnoullant, more wine?"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He has
mistaken Vandar for the famous man himself! Vandar smiles, enjoying the
flattery, but says he in fact searches for that man, or Sir Sigurant. The
blushing servant points into the circle.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The
Aquitanian turns, slowly, toward the gathered nobles: Many important, powerful
eyes look back at him; Somewhat shocked, he is awkward with his attempts at courteously
greeting the powerful and diverse group. An unknown man stares at him,
unimpressed: “Uhh, excuse me Sir. Are ye just... standing… there?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandar
regains his composure, offering an apology and the purpose of his presence; he
is in the party of the Prince Madoc, and we set forth to slay a foul Hag and
rescue stolen a Knight; we beg the help of Sir Sigurant to find the mysterious
woods and track the monster.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Oh, well, I am in the in the party of Aurelius, and we're off to slay a Titan". The
man shakes his head, incredulous and exasperated; he turns away.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandar bites
back: “Quite rude, sir, to speak so sarcastically of so fine a man, and a dead
one.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">This draws
no response, perhaps fortunately. Vandar searches the circle, hope in his eyes
and heart; he catches the eye of Sir Galahaut; the man, brow furrowed, shakes
his head and looks back to his documents; the circle closes, as does the
opportunity.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandar retreats
and, with little else to do, sits nearby. And waits. Someone will speak with
him eventually; he is hard to ignore.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Time passes.
The servant, who earlier mistook him, takes pity: He offers Vandar wine once
more, knowingly this time.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">He looks the
Aquitanian up and down: “Sir, the importance of thy, uh, stature is not lost;
if ye are looking to speak with Sir Sigurant, I humbly suggest ye may be able
to find him at the feast.” Prompted, he continues: “He is known to entertain and
enjoy certain acts of bravery or uhhh... Glory, perhaps?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Vandar
thanks the man; alas the Squire knows not where Sigurant hunts; but there is
hope; the size of this feast, and the prestige of its guests, will likely lure
him from his adventures with his husband Sir Arnoullant. Nodding, Vandar
confirms that Sir Arnoullant is also a tall man; and yea, he looks similar to the
Aquitanian. Vandar thanks for the wine, and sets to depart; he promises the
squire he will make some effort to feast bravely and gloriously. The man leaves
off further details, offering no suggestions to action; he winks with an impish
grin, and looks forward to Vandar's efforts at the feast.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The handsome
Aquitanian leaves the hall with handsome Iwan; the latter glad to be moving
again. Vandar feels yet he may find Sigurant at hunt; perhaps impressing by
doing so. Iwan offers that Sigurant is known for his lengthy hunts; he hasn't
built his reputation as a monster hunter for little reason. He is not confident
of Vandar’s chances; best to hope to see him at the feast. Vandar accepts the
advice.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Knights
retire to their rooms, silently thanking Madoc’s prestige once more. They are
furnished and spacious, each greater even than their own dwellings. Iwan thinks
of Sir Myle’s efforts to woo Lady Trenia, perhaps this gathering yields him
some opportunities. Elvorix thinks of opportunity, and holds close the Black
Opal’d Sword of his Roman Kin. Vandar offers his evening prayers, and plots to
discover more ways to impress the famous hunter…<br /><br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><b>__________<br /><br /><br /><br /></b></span></p><p></p><p>Image 1: Confession Of The Giaour, By Eugène Delacroix (1798–1863), [Public Domain] via Creative Commons</p><p>Image 2: Contemporary Wall Painting or Fresco of Medieval Knights or Horseman Throwing Spears (Warfare or Hunting), Carcassonne, France</p><p>Image 3: Roasted Venison, Stock photo</p><p>King Arthur Pendragon 5.2</p>Trent_Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07027231462282970568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468481237476887643.post-70167884232764047402022-07-06T20:42:00.008-07:002022-07-06T22:58:10.071-07:00The Heirs of Britain - Game Nine Point Five<p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: 13.5pt; text-align: center;"> </span><b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 24pt;">The
Heirs of Britain</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 24pt;">Session 9.5: 482; Meat Tiles and Tender
Hearts</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><br />__________ Winter 482 – Christmas,
Sarum __________</span></b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><br />A
Christmas feast at Sarum; the normal comings and goings of notables. Sir
Elvorix is absent; his relationship with the Earl still strained, and stretched
to breaking-point with Roderick’s guard Sir Edar. Vandagild too is
disposed; dead or lost searching for Uvan.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
comely Sir Iwan waits quietly at the side of the hall, fresh from his adventure
in the forest with the Woodland Demons and the Pair of Princes. A knight
arrives, dressed finely; Iwan knows not from where he hails, but many nearby
make note of his arrival: Sir Statirius, he is named. Moreover, the Pictish Huntsman
Sir Golistan is present; to those present he describes passionately what
happened to his son, Uvan. He places the blame squarely on Sir Iwan, pointing
sharply at the young knight from across the room; his face is reddened. Iwan,
in his modesty, doesn't defend these claims; he accepts the fault for the missing
squire and says nothing.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">A
young courtier approaches the modest man before the feast; Seriol, his name: Is
it true? Golistan's son was lost under your care? Iwan admits it, telling that
Sir Vandagild too was lost trying to find him. Iwan yet says that he will
venture in the Spring to find them, and rescue them from those fell woods. The
man is shocked; Fae in Imber? Iwan explains the situation, citing Meliodus,
Madoc and Elvorix as support.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Seriol
asks what set them on this quest to Imber; a task from God? No, simply Sir
Cadel, who entreated them to help. The man is fascinated, bringing others to
hear the tale. Come, come hear this tale of Iwan the Demon Hunter! Iwan tells
the tale; he is an excellent storyteller, peer to Vandagild, though he is more
subdued in flexing those skills. He gives the glory of the efforts to Madoc,
Meliodus, Vandagild and Elvorix; he is honest for his part. He explains the
fighting withdrawal with the wounded men, hounded by the Demonic Hag and her
Black Dogs. His quiet seriousness, and his suspicion Fae magic add weight to
the story: He delivers it with integrity, spoken proper weight and timing. All present
are deeply rapt, calls of desperation wanting to know what comes next!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">“Worry
thee not, fellows” Iwan explains, “for I do gather about me such good and
skilled men for an expedition to retrieve Vandagild and Uvan; and yea, to hunt and
slay the Demonic Hag, for once and ever.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
energy is tense but excited; some are worried about the creature that stalks
Salisbury's woods. Before this crowd, Iwan swears an Oath: He will rescue
Vandagild and Uvan. He tells that he seeks Sir Sigurant the Brown, the famous
adventurer and hunter, to help. This creates murmurs of excitement; many
whisper, controversially, that they hear no talk of Sir Golistan seeking such
aid. The crowd take Iwan's side, by and large: His weighty Oratory turning many
opinions. Alas, the humble knight laments that Golistan may be besmirched, but
hopes only to see all returned well. The crowd disperses, and Iwan notices
nothing further amiss...<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">__________ The Feast begins! __________</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; text-align: left;"><br />Notable
guests include: Prince Madoc; The Earl Roderick; Sir Myles; Sir Golistan the
Hunter; Sir Edar (Roderick’s Guard, and the losing duellist at Bedegraine); and
the apparently notable Sir Statirius.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
air is tense; there are fewer riches to go around, for little was gained in
Summerland. Earl Roderick, in particular, seems to carry extra weight this
year; Iwan guesses that the presence of the Demon in his lands causes concern.
Golden haired Iwan, for his part, presents well; though he always does. He is
seated Near the Salt for this feast.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">A
gangly servant tinkles a bell for attention; A nasal voice pierces the rumble.
The first course is announced and served: Pastries (plum, quince, and apple).</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Earl
Roderick stands and calls attention. He raises his goblet, toasting the efforts
of Salisbury's knights against Summerland, whose men are scheming, miscreant
foes, lacking courage to meet us in battle. He calls attention to those on
garrison between these two lands, and asks all present to drink for those who
defend us there so we can enjoy our feast here. Sir Iwan, already an object of
attention, is the first to shout his cheer; he times it well, and his now-familiar
voice brings joy to the hall! The gathered folk enjoy the sweet pastries and
heady beverages, full of mirth.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Second
course is delivered: Meat Tiles; morsels of beef, swine and fowl, spiced
delicately and roasted until tender and juicy. They are served on small
miniatures of houses, each tile covering a mock-up house; when eaten, each
house reveals the sweetmeats and other treats within. A side of blood pudding
adds to the course.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Eating
little as usual, Iwan finds time to wander. His meandering brings him to the
hall's hounds nearby, which bark at him savagely. He carries a small morsel of
the blood pudding, and gently offers it to the baying creatures. Immediately
they calm. Noting this, Iwan spends some time with the animals through the
evening, whistling a particular pitch before feeding them more meats... As the
eve progresses, they respond more and faster to his whistles...<br /><br /></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">__________ A Breath of Fresh Air __________</span></b><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><br />Third
course: Herb fritters. A moorish base of cheesy corn and barley, topped with a
crumbed crust of the finest herbs, including woolyhood and crowsbeak; delicate
flavours brought at modest expense from distant continents. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Iwan,
spent from the attention and concerned for his indulgence this evening, skips
the course, taking a refreshing break in the frosty British air. Enjoying the
moonlit yard, and the nuzzling of hounds, Iwan leans heavily on fence. His
blonde locks gently tousled by the winds, his cheeks softly flushed with cold
and drink. Soon: A sigh from beside him; a lady stands at his side; one he
missed approach. Iwan nods politely, offering companionable silence as he
continues to enjoy the silvery clouds. The lady is comely, warm brown hair
framing a face full of deep brown eyes; Iwan catches these briefly, spying
brightness and warmth. The man notes her fine and fashionable new clothes. She
sighs heavily, once more: Unsubtle. Iwan asks gently if anything is amiss; as
he turns, he sees quite clearly that she acts a part, wanting evidently for his
attention. Her feigned surprise is obvious, she coyly tells him nothing is the
matter, and she means not to disturb Sir Knight...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Iwan
offers small words to break the ice: “You are no disturbance, my Lady. I pray
thee took pleasure from the chef’s work; I must confess, the Meat Tiles brought
me no small… intrigue.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">She
laughs sweetly, also uncertain of the Mysteries of the Meat Tile. They smile
easily together. As they talk, the lady laments that she is under such pressure
in her life; one can never relax or socialise comfortably. <br />
<br />
With a sympathetic look, she offers: “It was getting awfully stuffy in there,
I'm sure you will agree...”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">She
introduces herself as Lady Eleri, daughter of the Banneret Sir Hywell. Asking
of his name, she quickly answers herself: “Forgive me Sir, are ye not that man
of the hour, the Demon Hunter, who went with the Prince and the others? Sir Iwan,
is it?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir
Iwan acknowledges, and affirms her suspicion, sorrowfully telling that he
failed many good knights. The lady disagrees: She hears he is a hero, and is
fighting to save them all. Iwan's guilt is strong, however, and he feels shame
for the loss of the boy and Sir Vandagild. She commends these traits; they speak
of a good Christian man, and a strong man with a bright future. Iwan thanks her
sincerely.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">She
places her hand gently upon his muscular arm; “Sir, I confess truly: modesty looks quite good on
a fine knight such as thee.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Iwan
blushes softly; he is hesitant, but the woman is kind and beautiful. Their
conversation is easy and they share common views. Though Iwan speaks well, he
flirts nervously, his heart aflutter from the Lady's attention; but this
worries her not. Many clouds pass they moon as they talk.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Soon,
alas: She sighs heavily. She must not be doing this, for she is a married
woman. Recently, in fact, to Sir Statirius. A man she admits she is not fond
of; he is not the man she wishes for, though her father, Sir Hywell, wishes the
best for them both. She yearns for the company of someone better. She does not
look at Iwan now, but he feels her intent clearly.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Iwan
too, also recently married, echoes: He too was wanting for something else. He has
no great love for his wife, and cares not for her overly spiritual nature.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
two sigh: Their eyes lock; a seriousness briefly smothers their easy manner.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Iwan
feels a powerful Amor swelling in his chest.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Lady
Eleri leans close, her lips touch his cheek, and she departs inside.</span></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg3f-qJJNhoSVug3PnNms2bYTJBwaF8VUiovaSCfYQxzXCXr66RyUuXTyUWwgPfrjBL-uXOaMdvDaIBlOm19zMhZc74zSJaGK_zd-ru6iAGsTnWI_yviQrtQ2lW6XgmEmK2NFlxzVHLM2Mll0l6vcX9vnmuHeB0z7GaFu5p-S9kk5Glbk0DOnxNd35e3Q" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="604" data-original-width="390" height="391" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg3f-qJJNhoSVug3PnNms2bYTJBwaF8VUiovaSCfYQxzXCXr66RyUuXTyUWwgPfrjBL-uXOaMdvDaIBlOm19zMhZc74zSJaGK_zd-ru6iAGsTnWI_yviQrtQ2lW6XgmEmK2NFlxzVHLM2Mll0l6vcX9vnmuHeB0z7GaFu5p-S9kk5Glbk0DOnxNd35e3Q=w253-h391" width="253" /></a></div><br /></div><p></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">__________<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"> </span><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Image</span></b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">: Hellelil and Hildebrand, the Meeting on the Turret Stairs by Frederic William Burton, 1864</span></p></div><p>King Arthur Pendragon 5.2<br /><br /></p>Trent_Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07027231462282970568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468481237476887643.post-75969348232424565212022-06-29T19:21:00.001-07:002022-06-29T19:21:29.963-07:00The Heirs of Britain - Game Nine<p style="text-align: center;"> <b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 24pt;">The Heirs of Britain</span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 24pt;">Session 9: 482; The Hag of Imber</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">__________ Summer 482 – Reinforcements
from Summerland __________</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Back
in the War Camp of Summerland, Sirs Iwan and Myles, both ailing from the feast,
resolve to catch up with their companions; the healthier men left earlier to hunt
for a Demon Wolf. The handsome Sir Iwan is motivated to overcome his ale-illness
by his admiration for Sir Myles, his dashing mentor whom he hopes not to
disappoint, and his promise to help Sir Cadel. The two fine knights know to where
their companions travelled: thus, they soon depart for Imber.</span><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Arriving
without trouble, Iwan observes the town is substantially more disordered than
two years past. He asks word of a nearby peasant; alas, the lesser man
immediately becomes flustered, understandably overwhelmed by the presence of
two such handsome knights. Of the earlier party of knights, the grubby fellow manages
only to stammer some rough directions. Disappointed by this blundering fool, Sir
Iwan seeks a fellow of stronger resolve: He learns that three knights,
presumably Prince Madoc, Elvorix, and Vandagild, were here earlier; the lords
were asking for signs of the demon, he tells, and left into yon forest not
three hours gone. Pressed further, the man tells true: The demon they seek he
has seen; it is a blackish hound or serpent, some kind of man-eating monster. He
is confident; it is real. Iwan, quickly gaining reputation for his suspicion of
bog fae, knows not what to make of these descriptions. The two knights depart
the village. Despite their thumping heads, they easily spots the tracks of the
knights and their squires; they form a clear path onward. Sir Myles rides
quietly beside the younger man, who takes the lead.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Following
proves simple enough; they are many and fresh, the heavy steeds churning deeply
the damp forest loam. Further, they find discarded wineskins on the trail, telling
tale of Prince Madoc’s passage and proving the path true. Sir Iwan grunts and
presses forward resolutely. The two knights share few words as they travel: There
is nothing to say. Myles nods approvingly at Iwan’s simple leadership.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
journey is long. Very long. Dreary and tiring, the dense forest and moist air
draining and cruel. After some time, Iwan finds Uvan and the other squires
resting with more horses than men; they chat easily and comfortably among
themselves. A brief from Vandagild’s squire reveals the Knights have been gone
a few hours; the squires have seen and heard nothing since then. Iwan grunts
with displeasure; this is not a good sign. Sir Iwan asks Uvan, a capable hunter,
to come with him; the young Pict assents, walking softly beside Iwan's own squire
Uthred. Myles sighs and tries to push his horse further along the trail: A
fruitless endeavour. He resigns himself to the trek on foot, looking sour still
from the evening before. They clod slowly into the dense, strange forest…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">__________ A Terrifying Reunion __________</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
trail is as before; new growth overreaches the fresh trail, oddly verdant;
broken branches at head-height indicate the careless passage of some great
beast. The scents of sweat, forest, and crushed herbs fill the air. His armour
snagged briefly on a stray branch, Iwan shakes it free and grunts again. The
trail is exceptionally long, taking time uncommon to most days. The sun hangs
heavy now, refusing to partake of its honest journey; it watches warmly from
its perch above. Sir Iwan, despite his ailing gut and head, finds strength to
continue. He is suspicious of the trail and the presence of magic; this
vigilance offers him impressive vitality and resilience in the face of such an
arduous trek. Alas, Sir Myles is afflicted by the misery of his evening and the
horrendous hike, dragging his feet and visibly exhausted. Iwan notices and offers
compassion, bidding Myles to wait with Uthred for a while: Regain thy strength,
Sir, we will return for thee! Myles protests: He must get the Demon's head to
impress his Lady Trenia! Sir Iwan promises his mentor that he will, if able, return
the Demon's head to him personally; Myles relaxes at this, and gratefully rests
on the trail.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Uvan
insists on continuing, driven by pride like his father before him. Alas he
fatigues; in time Iwan tires of Uvan’s pace, which matches not that of the
handsome knight. Soon, Iwan reminds the young Pict for the last time of his tempo;
before them they spot the fallen log, and the trail of a horse’s charging flight.
The stench in this part of the forest hits them hard, almost bringing retch.
They, too, notice an ever present and slowly building sense of dread. The two
men share a look of concern…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">A
crash ahead, of a knight tearing through undergrowth! It is the tall Roman Sir
Elvorix, in flight before them, almost flailing in panic: His are eyes
bloodshot, and he sweats madly, looking a man possessed. He skids in the earth
and stumbles to a halt when he sees Sir Iwan and Uvan. Elvorix is breathing fast
and heavy and, after a moment, collapses to his hands and knees. Sir Iwan
rushes forth to aid: Elvorix reaches longingly upward, his mad eyes searching
deeply Iwan’s face: Tell me! Are ye real, and not an apparition? Iwan assures
him!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">“Ah,
Iwan! This place is too much” Elvorix laments, “and unnatural! It will show ye
terrible things; things no man should see!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Hyperventilating,
the Roman climbs to his seat. “Vandagaild and Madoc are still out there!” he
spits out in a panic, roughly gesturing in his wake. But the presence of his
friend is grounding. Iwan is calming, gentle: After a few reassuring moments,
Elvorix looks more himself. Sir Iwan thanks his fortune for finding him.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Resolute,
Iwan seizes the moment: He charges his friend to upright, and continue his
quest! Elvorix grits his jaw, grips his friend's arm, and stands from the earth.
“We must! We cannot leave those good men to their fate!” The two friends turn
toward the clearing, blades to hand. Alas, Elvorix knows not how long he fled,
nor the distance to the clearing: “Time has no meaning here”, he tells in
haunted tones.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Uvan
declares that he is fine to follow; yet Elvorix and and Iwan see his fatigue.
They convince the young Pict that this fight is not one for Squires; his
presence will only hamper them. Uvan assents; though his pride is hurt. They
bid him return to rest, and return to Myles in the path; tell him we fight
ahead! The knights rush onward!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Left
alone, Uvan, son of Golistan, meanders slowly back. And yet lonely, he detects
the crushing silence of this place. The stench of unnatural rot fills his
lungs, and terror creeps inexorably upon his deepest thoughts. No sounds of
friends or horses, no sounds of birds or wildlife bring familiar consolation. He
looks about, panic rising: The sun still hangs motionless, an ever present
symbol of the futility of men in this place. The forest dense and evil; the
trees themselves seem to confound and menace. Slowly, Uvan recalls Elvorix’s
words, and terrible meaning dawns on him. Sir Elvorix, a knight renowned for
his courage, did fleeing madly through this cursed grove; the man spoke of
wretched, irresistible horror, face awash with tears and despair. He spake that
squires are unfit for these trials, and he spake true: What right has Uvan to
be alone here?! The young man is afeared greatly. He calls for friends; none
call. Frantic, he searches, but there is no safety here. Uvan is overwhelmed;
he flees, down the trail as fast as his legs dare work. Alas, his mind is torn
with fear, and his huntsman’s savvy similarly rent! He crashes mindlessly through
the undergrowth, and before long the trail is nowhere to be seen...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">__________ The Grisly Glade __________</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
creature's jaw opens wide, cracking in parts, undulating with the vibration of
her terrible scream; flecks of black and decay spray obscenely forth. The scene
is horrifying. Sir Vandagild, bloodied and sore, is momentarily stunned by the
terror of the monster, and perhaps some supernatural sense of Uvan's fateful
flight. Beside him, Prince Madoc, also wounded, shouts boldly: “Stand your
ground, knights!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Beside,
the Stranger, the Knight of the Golden Lion breathlessly begs for action: “My
squire! He needs thy help!” His voice is confident despite his injuries, his
accent of Lyonesse to the distant west; he urges the Aquitanian beside him to
move thus! Sir Vandagild’s scarred brow furrows in determination, though his
own voice shakes: “Forgive, Sir Knight, but I will not leave my Prince!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">He
shifts feet to balance, clarifying his grip on his sword, and prepares for the
worst.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">For
a moment, a deathly, sickly silence prevails: The sound of deep, energetic
breathing all that is heard among the wounded knights. They each eye the
monstrosity before them, shields abreast, blades sharp and slicked with the
foul blood of the fae hounds…</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
towering, gangly creature does not leap forth, nor does its terrible dog. It
slowly lowers to four limbs, its shaggy, black head slavering and twitching.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Like
an arrow it whips forward, but not into the reach of the knightly arms: It
darts around the knights, shrieking horrendously, feinting lunges and snatching
with wretched talons... It hesitates; does it fear the bold men before it?
Quietly, the Aquitanian suggests the move together, holding around the wounded
squire. The Stranger nods, and speaks thusly: “Yea! Guard me, Knight and Prince,
and guard well, for I will give aid to Pedroc!” The men manoeuvre, shields
raised, blades whipping in broad slashes to control space. The two demons hound, but keep their own; the
shrieking and rapid movements of the one fiend are troublingly inhuman, and
fast.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">“Pedroc,
we will get thee safely from here!” The Stranger holds Vandagild’s eye: “Watch ye
my back, with vigilance!” he demands; the Aquitanian nods once, resolute. The
man works quickly, lifting his ailing squire to his feet and aiding him yonder.
The monsters yet keep their breadth.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Vandagild
offers to Madoc: “Your Grace, we each are sore and blooded, our friend is yet lost
in yon forest, and we must yet see this fine Knight here safely free. Though it
pains me to withdraw so, perhaps we can claim this small victory of liberation
and regroup to safety? We may lay foul wounds on this beast another day.” Madoc
grunts, and agrees: “Yea, Vandagild. Surely as the Hell below, I have no strong
wish to die here, and truly not for so damned a village as Imber!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">__________ A Fighting Withdrawal! __________</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Once
more, the wet, pungent smell of bloated death greets us as we leave the glade; yet
we ably defend our withdrawal from the harassing beasts! Soon hence, Sir
Elvorix and Iwan rush upon us: Sir Elvorix thanks God that Vandagild lives; Hurriedly,
Vandagild tells him to be on guard! The Aquitanian tells forth a hasty summary
of the threat and events, and their new quest to see safety for these two men
of Lyonesse. The group, now six, pull farther from the clearing: Prince Madoc
and Vandagild watch toward the clearing, and once more the Knight of the Golden
Lion begs aid for his badly wounded squire. Kneeling by Pedroc, Sir Elvorix
pulls a pack and carefully unravels it, revealing surgery tools. Sir Iwan gently
but promptly offers aid to sturdy Vandagild, who bleeds from many wounds. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">While
Sir Iwan works, the Aquitanian over shoulder suggests the group move farther
from the clearing; the threat is still great, and some distance is welcome. Sir
Elvorix, though concerned for his patient’s welfare, assents, rolling his tools
once more. Back, we push, eyes darting after the black, flashing movements that
hound our flanks and fore; back to the fallen tree, dragging Pedroc, greatly
sore, through the vile, verdant forest; back away from the Grisly Glade.
Several knights edgily watch to forest; As he searches, Sir Iwan looks deep
into the grim clearing, catching the sight of... Something? Something awful in
the darkness, toward the clearing. The reek of the foul place still taints his
breath, but he sees now a shimmer: Some deceptive, manipulative magic, evil
eyes piercing the dark veil; it is clear evidence of fairy magic! The foulness seeks
to enter his mind and subvert his perception! His paranoia builds; he takes on
a haunted look...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Lo!
Sir Vandagild’s keen hunter’s eye spies close movement in the trees; he points
his blade yonder: “There! The beast moves!” he shouts, following with his
sword, “It stalks beside us, daring not face our blades!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Madoc,
too: “Over there, over there! Hells below!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">We
are flanked and hunted....</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">But,
so pressed, we reach the tree: The abler Knights set their guards. The Stranger
attends his friend Pedroc, gentle and nurturing; Elvorix once more brings forth
his tools and sets to work, stitching and holding flesh, plying carefully the
skills of Roman chirurgery to the mortally wounded man. Though he has very many
rends to address, he works swiftly and competently. The other knights keep him
safe for the time required: There is more work to do, but Pedroc is stable, no
longer staining red the trail below. Elvorix’s skill is uncommon among Knights,
raising esteem on the brows of the Prince and Stranger.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Meanwhile,
Madoc, Vandagild and Iwan spy no movement in the forest, for all their careful
observation. We are not assailed, by grace of God. All men now in a healthier
state, we withdraw farther down the trail. Soon enough, treading wearily,
warily through the dreadful forest, we spy Sir Myles marching toward us: He is
alone.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir
Iwan hurriedly, with concern, asks of Uvan; Myles looks back with confusion.
Sir Vandagild turns suddenly; he looks carefully between the two of them. He
needs no explanation, and his face darkens. Sir Iwan sheepishly mumbles about a
weregild… Vandagild swears, and rages furiously! The good name of Our Lord God is
foully and unfairly besmirched, as is that of good Sir Iwan. The Aquitanian asks
the obvious questions: Iwan explains he thought it safer travelling as a group,
so he… Interrupted: Vandagild roars again, barely intelligible: “Why then did ye
send a mere squire; MY squire; MY Brother-in-law, to venture this foul place
alone!? Curse thee, Iwan! God has damned this vile forest!”</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><br /></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><div style="text-align: left;">There is little argument.</div></span>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir
Vandagild strides ahead, desperately searching the forest for a sign of Uvan’s
passage. A mumble is overhead: “Golistan will kill me; I am to be a trophy…”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">He
fights his rage, which bids him rush onward, but tells the party to keep up; some
sense of prudence remains, and he keeps in touch with his friends as they make
their exodus. He calls the boy’s name, heedless of their pursuers hearing: He
is distraught! Not yet mindless, but overwhelmed: He is enraged at Iwan;
concerned for Uvan; worried for his wife, Uvan's sister, and Golistan, Uvan's
father.... and yet , despite the strange forest and his frenzied thoughts, he
finds a trail! The Aquitanian is confident, an expert hunter, and rushes off to
find his brother-in-law! Alas, in doing so he leaves sight... He charges
through the undergrowth, eyes darting for more signs… Too late, he realises
that the tracks he follows are not Uvan's. Too late, he realises that perhaps
what he follows is merely hope, not a trail... Too late, he realises that his
fury has driven him far from his friends....</span></p></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiz0rwNlUuIjFIdUIP2x-qliYWYlvBFeSUKSRfVlQXMQGQMDw5afpdm-x_l6DRmAJBics_ePpT_iZVH-2S6XXfEH61lJmIDKooDSj_q9LUAp-RDjIe1GbNDghmVk5Pl_FMOV6vvOhyJWSwf6vLR_Tyy4l-kLkAYZP7DMUtW0ZlNJoQJLcX6CEJdmHZs7g" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="448" data-original-width="718" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiz0rwNlUuIjFIdUIP2x-qliYWYlvBFeSUKSRfVlQXMQGQMDw5afpdm-x_l6DRmAJBics_ePpT_iZVH-2S6XXfEH61lJmIDKooDSj_q9LUAp-RDjIe1GbNDghmVk5Pl_FMOV6vvOhyJWSwf6vLR_Tyy4l-kLkAYZP7DMUtW0ZlNJoQJLcX6CEJdmHZs7g" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir
Elvorix is the first to realises that Vandagild has been gone too long; he told
the hunter to stay within eyeshot, but he has evidently not. Elvorix looks at
Iwan, telling him of this: Vandagild may too be gone, yet he has no intent of
delving into the dark, terrifying forest; it would result only in more loss.
Sir Iwan is troubled: He feels responsible, and works his jaw in consternation.
He turns to Myles, and begs of him a promise to look after his children if he
doesn't return.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir
Myles is shocked and confused: “Where will ye go, Iwan!?! Chaos reigns! There
are strange Knights, many ragged wounds, and a terrible fae forest to contend
with. We are pursued by a Demon and her hound. Speak sense, man!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
Stranger offers this: “My saviours, I thank thee again, but these woods are
unnatural; if thy friends are missing, searching for them now is for nought: If
ye quest thus, it will not end but by thy own death.” He gestures at the new
growth beneath them; “The forest makes effort to hide its tracks. Stay, Sir
Iwan, let us reach safety and search later for your friend.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Iwan
thinks and is sorely anxious. He assents, though it pains him greatly. The
group keeps moving.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
silence is terrible.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">__________ Sir Meliodus of Lyonesse __________</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">After
a long, difficult retreat, the Knights are reunited with their steeds and
squires. After such a tense, miserable wait, the squires are frightened. When
Sir Iwan last saw them they were relaxed and jovial; no longer. They have formed
a tight circle, their faces tense, scanning the forest, and blades drawn.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir
Iwan sighs deeply: He had hoped that Uvan had found his way here. He sinks in
confirmation of Uvan's absence: They are truly lost, then. “Damn the Fae!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
Squires are confused, for many a reason. Where are Vandagild and Uvan? Who are these
new warriors? Some explanations are shared.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir
Elvorix offers the Stranger directions to Imber, where he can likely find rest.
The knight of the Golden Lion grasps each knights hand and thanks them, for his
own and Pedroc’s life. He laments the fate of Sir Vandagild, but offers that
God works in mysterious ways; there is yet hope. Sir Elvorix asks the knight’s
name, who apologises once more for not yet introducing himself. His hand
presses his chest, and he bows: He is Sir Meliodus of Lyonesse; a pleasure to
acquaint. Sir Elvorix returns the greeting excitedly: He knows of this man! He
is the son of the King of that land, King Felec! </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
knights talk: The Prince of Lyonesse explains that there is only so much of
value for him at home, and thus we find him here, adventuring; alas, a little
beyond his skill, it seems. Sir Elvorix tells his fellows that Sir Meliodus is
an adventurer knight, seeking glory across the land; he fought with us
somewhere in the battle of Salisbury! The other knights introduce themselves.
Sir Iwan generously offers the knight his squire's rouncey, who can ride Uvan's
home. Indeed, with Vandagild’s steeds unused, each man can still yet ride. Prince
Meliodus declares he is in their debt! He is glad to meet Prince Madoc in
person. The latter, usually dismissive of introductions, and others in general,
is earnestly pleased to meet this man. He tells him so, and that he wishes not
to meet him on the battlefield. They talk pleasantly for a time, sharing easy
camaraderie.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Meliodus
knows not what screeching beast it was that ruled that dreadful lair, but
suspects it a Hag. He asks the Knights the reason of their presence here: Iwan
explains he followed his friends, and Elvorix explains the Quest for the Demon
Dog. Sir Meliodus thanks the will of God for bringing them to him; he is
surprised that he was found at all. He feels a debt to assist them to find
their friend Vandagild. Elvorix laments that among them, the Aquitanin was by
far the greater hunter; without his skill they have little hope in these lands.
The Prince of Lyonesse tells that this forest does not track akin to the plains
of Logres; for the trees themselves wish not for quarry to be found. Though he himself
hath devised some ingenious ways of managing it, he must away to attend other
needs. Yet, he knows only one other who can find what he seeks in these
forests: Sir Sigurant the Brown. Elvorix knows him to be the husband of the
Famous Sir Arnoullant the Fair! Stories of the pair describe the slaying of
various great beasts across Britain. Elvorix and Iwan resolve to find the
famous hunters, and perhaps convince them to help slay the Hag and find
Vandagild. Meliodus will be in Logres for the next few seasons, he explains; he
looks forward to seeing the knights at court! He mounts, and takes Pedroc
toward Imber for healing. The Prince thanks them again, swearing to aid them
once more, with God as his witness.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir
Madoc, a few patient moments after Meliodus has left, declares confidently: “Sir
Sigurant is a prick”.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">__________ Home __________</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
Prince invites the men to Castle Woodhouse, which is almost finished, to stay
the night. As they leave, the sun, which was hanging still, sinks with disturbing
haste to the west: It is well into the night when they emerge from the forest.
They continue past Imber, for they like Cadel little, and in the dark Logres night
reach Woodhouse. It is a nearly-finished castle of stone; cranes and pulleys are
erect across the lands, stone blocks abound. Through the gates, Prince Madoc
bids them to throw their things wherever; this place is a mess still, and he
cares not where they rest. “Tend to thy own wounds; I have no staff here”.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir
Elvorix is aghast: “No staff!?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
Prince calms the Roman: This is not yet his residence, unfinished as it is.
Besides, it's more fun without some damned commoner breathing down your neck: He
offers a humorously mocking parody of a doting servant, to the cheer of all. “Bah!”
he says, “I hate them!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Madoc
still holds the wine; Elvorix holds forth a glass, asking the Prince of Logres to
fill it for him; a wry smile crosses his lips. Madoc laughs, and shakes his
head, tossing the bottle to the bold Roman.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Drinks
flow freely. As they talk, Sir Iwan resolves to leave in the morning to search
for Sir Sigurant; he will not leave Vandagild and Uvan alone in that forest.
Madoc tells him he won't likely find them this year; the Famous Hunters hold
odd schedules. It is better to find them at Castle Brown, to the North, for
they are knights of that great fortress.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">He
swigs his wine thoughtfully, eyes filling with recollection. “In fact”, he
begins, “Next Easter my Father’s Feast will be at Castle Brown; that may be
best for thee”.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir
Iwan nods, dejected; he can only hope that their friend will be able to fend for
himself in the winter.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir
Elvorix claps Iwan on the shoulder: “Worry not, friend! We will find them, and convince
them to help find Vandagild; I’m sure of it. And Vandy will be fine; he is the
best hunter I know. He will make it.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
group drink into the night, among the detritus of construction and the cold air
of Britain.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">__________ Delivering the News __________</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir
Iwan delivers Vandagild's horses to Winterborne Gunner, where he finds the man's wife, Lady Catrin. She is heavily pregnant, with four young boys in tow. Two cling to her dress; two held warmly in her slight arms, and those of a wet-nurse. They are all younger than three. Sir Iwan softly tells the Lady of
her Husband’s fate; he apologies and claims responsibility for their
disappearance. He offers whatever he can for recompense, promising strongly that he will get
her Husband, and his friend, back. The children understand little of the meaning;
Catrin herself holds her face still, and hard. She thanks him: The impending tears
thicken her voice, but do not yet wet her face. He leaves her to her modesty.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Next,
the blonde Knight rides to Biddesden, the forest-set Manor of Sir Golistan. He
steels himself: Golistan is a proud man; Uvan is son; Catrin his daughter. He
delivers the news: His eldest son is lost in the Fae, perhaps dead, left to fend alone
by Iwan. His daughter is without a Husband, who hath delved boldly afterward to rescue
the boy. Again, Iwan claims responsibility. The news is not well taken. In short: Sir Golistan is furious.
He leaves his hatred for Sir Iwan clear for all to hear, to Iwan’s face presently, and later to
anyone who will listen.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir
Elvorix, meanwhile, looks for help in their quest to retrieve Vandagild. He visits Sarum,
informing Earl Roderick of Vandagild's disappearance and his request for permission to find him. Roderick nods his head somberly; he assents to the
Roman’s request; but if Vandagild is not found by midyear he and Iwan are to return
and fulfil their duty. Sir Elvorix thanks Roderick for his mercy. Informed of
the Hag, however, Roderick turns grim: He tells the Roman that our service to him shall instead be to slay the Hag; take the time you need. He can spare no aid;
King Uther has not recognised the claims of Salisbury on the lands we took in
Summerland, and Salisbury must be ready to defend them.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Later,
the Roman considers hiring mercenary Knights or footmen, but first searches for
a priest. Sir Iwan's father-in-law is Sir Branoc, Marshall of Ambrius' Abbey; he
finds this a sensible first step. He fetches Iwan, and the pair travel thus. They
explain the situation to Sir Branoc and describe the story of the Hag and
Vandagild, soon asking for aid: A priest to help sanctify the land, and a
strong arm to protect the holy man. Branoc is sympathetic to their plight: He cannot
order the clergy, but will put in a good word to the Bishop Roger of Ambrius. If
the Bishop agrees, Branoc will send a Knight to escort the holy man. He
tells the young knights that the Bishop is a Lord of many lands; the best
chance to speak with him will be at the King’s Feast at Easter. At Castle
Brown.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Nobody
bothers to speak with Sir Cadel, for it does not seem of any great value to do
so and we like him not.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">__________ Winter Woes __________</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">That
Winter!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir
Elvorix receives a missive from the suspicious but beautiful Lady Diane...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Worse,
the Roman’s relationship with Sir Edar has turned sour over the last months. The
two men clearly hate each other; Edar is openly resentful over Elvorix's
insubordination during the raiding of Bedegraine; Elvorix decries the man a dishonorable,
overstepping hypocrite.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
handsome Sir Iwan receives a gift from one Lady Eleri: A fine set of hunting
leathers, superbly camouflaged and particularly robust… Iwan's wife, Lady
Alwen, also gives birth to a healthy boy! He is named Myles, after Iwan’s good
friend and mentor!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir
Vandagild, alas, is still lost in the Deep Forests of Fae... While he is away,
Lady Catrin gives birth to a fifth son; she names him Vandius. The Witch’s
prophecy proves true…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">__________</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">(OOC:
Uvan, alone and impassioned by his Loyalty to Vandagild, crit-failed a Valorous
roll; into the woods for thee, young man! Vandagild then, trying to find his Squire,
crit failed (20/18) his Hunting roll… Woe! Yea, also unto yon forest for thee!)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">(Also,
I spent a little time actually proofreading this one; hopefully it’s a little
smoother. I’m trying not to dwell on these more than I already am, but the
number of little errors was irksome. Enjoy!)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">Image 1: https://www.deviantart.com/blmd/art/dark-wood-348995695<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">King Arthur Pendragon RPG 5.2</p></div></div></div><p></p>Trent_Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07027231462282970568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468481237476887643.post-5855042978653912312022-06-20T01:57:00.003-07:002022-06-20T02:19:44.654-07:00The Heirs of Britain - Game Eight<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 1; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 24pt;">The Heirs of Britain<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 1; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 24pt;">Session 8: 482; The Demon of Imber<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">__________ Summer 482 – Uther’s War Camp, Summerland __________<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
knights awaken; Vandagild and Iwan in a large tent, not far from the Prince. Despite
our heavy night of unexpectedly heavy indulgence, the days of despicable
Summerland harassment, and the general wretchedness of this place, The
Aquitanian, Vandagild, is hale and hearty, his Constitution holding against this
broadside of causes. Iwan, alas, is less used to drink: He is not well. Sir
Myles also, though an exceptionally tough man, has also rendered himself low;
he retches horribly when prodded. Sir Elvorix, the Roman, raises, feeling quite
well but for his hand, which, he discovers, has a quite deep but adequately treated
wound across the palm. He is covered in blood, snuggling a snoring pig, and
quite confused. He groans, stumbles to his feet, and searches for a trough for some
water.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir
Elvorix emerges to find his friends; he soon finds Vandagild washing at a basin. They greet warmly, huskily, and the Roman asks what happened with
that woman? The Long-haired Vandagild laughs heartily, for he was hence to ask
the same of the Roman. A confused shrug from Elvorix, though some inklings start
to dance their way into the front of his memory… He burps grossly, cleans his
face in the basin, and asks what else happened. Sir Vandagild tells briefly of
the Demon wolf, the luckless sir Cadel, and our quest with the Prince. They
wonder at the legitimacy of Sir Cadel’s plight; they trust him little. Elvorix
shrugs; his last worry proved true, and we slew the bear truly! And the Saxons,
which, he admits were likely the true source of the misery. At the mention of
Saxons, Vandagild grumbles outwardly; he wonders with frustration why we're out
here fighting fellow Britons in this ungodly swamp instead of those Saxon
Demons in the South! Sir Iwan stumbles from the tent, waves, throws up, and sits
heavily against the canvas once more. He has been caught unaware by the power
of drink, and his typical temperance justified once more.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
two healthy knights set off to find the Prince. He is near the King's tent, by
a campfire, dressed loosely in his casual way. Sir Vandagild greets the prince
happily and, after talking small, wonders when we ought leave for Imber. The Prince
is surprised, and keen, to learn we were serious. He looks to his father’s
tent, and tells us our Holy Quest of Demon Slaying sounds more fun than
whatever else he has planned; the Demon Wolf is interesting and glorious enough
for him to spend his time slaying it. Sir Elvorix notes his tentward look; he suggests
to the Prince that spending time with some knights his own age might do him so
good, regardless; Madoc nods slowly, agreeing heartily. The stuffy courtiers
are boring. Madoc is indifferent to learn that Iwan can't make it, afflicted as
he is by the curse of Summerland and wine. Madoc shrugs: It happens to the best
of us, he says; we've all been there. It is true.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Lo!
Though Sir Vandagild’s gut is healthy, his memory ails: He only vaguely recalls
the directions Sir Cadel gave him... something about a flag and a tree? Yet if
the flag has been pulled down then.. a tower? Shrugging once more, Vandagild leads
Sir to… a tower. Prince Madoc arrives around thirty minutes later, his two
squires in tow. Sir Cadel is nowhere to be seen. We wait, awkwardly, for some
time. Sir Vandagild apologises, blaming nought but himself for misremembering...
The knights talk through the last evening, trying to find an anchor for their
memory. And it is found: A tent with blue and gold! The three knights approach!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Last
night Sir Cadel looked bad; dishevelled, grubby and anxious. This morning,
somehow, he looks worse. When asked, he tells us he is doing better now
that.... and then he fumbles his words; he espies the Prince, standing beside
us; and panics. Cadel is a mess, he tries desperately to fix himself and
fumbles his phrasing awkwardly. We inform him gently that the Prince Madoc will
join us; for he would not miss the opportunity to slay a demon in his own
lands. Cadel kneels and is appropriately, or perhaps excessively, sycophantic.
Madoc looks uncomfortable. The Aquitanian , eager to smooth the situation,
notes that Cadel seems absent a squire. Sir Vandagild offers him the use of his
own squire Golistan’s son Uvan. Clearly, he says, Cadel’s was lost in the
raiding. Sir Cadel, fumblingly, lets that explanation stand; he is not
convincing.</span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">__________ Imber Intrigue __________</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">We
ride briefly south, past the castle Devizes and thus onward to Salisbury and
Imber. On the way, we see many of Roderick's men gathered outside border manors.
Sir Vandagild spurs his horse yonder to investigate: A footman informs us that these
manors, and some castles, were taken several days ago and Roderick is now keen
to hold them; his presence hear may help sway the King’s decision. Asking for
the battalion commander, Sir Vandagild is directed to Sir Hywell, who he knows
well enough from Bedegraine. Hywell is an older knight, well maintained; he
mentions Sir Blains as they recap that day, and Vandagild spits. Hywell nods. He
explains hence: We wait for recognition from the King that these claims are
legitimate. Nodding, Sir Vandagild informs the Banneret that we're off to fight
a Demon Wolf with Prince Madoc. Hywell raises an eyebrow, and laughs; these
feasts sometimes give us unexpected opportunities. He asks the Aquitanian for a Demon Puppy if we slay the beast. Laughing
along, Vandagild assures him he intends to claim a whole clutch, and send the
demon pack against the Saxons! The young hunter returns to the road, informing
his colleagues of Hywell’s words; they care little for the story.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir
Cadel leads us down trails to Imber, on the north side of the hills. The
village, somehow, is less well-managed than when we first met it. Many
buildings are run-down or abandoned; the folk look nervous and unwell. The
manor itself looks intact, but the lands suffer greatly. Sire Vandagild,
merciful as always, checks the villagers. They are dirty, but Vandagild is not
familiar with the ways of common folk; they baffle him with their grubby
servitude. He assumes this is their way, and worries no further.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">We
approach the manor, where Cadel offers us succour and hospitality. His manor is
very well furnished with an array of expensive and esoteric trinkets. The presence
of certain Heraldry repeats: Elvorix recognises it; The Saxon Shore. The Roman
inquires of this from Cadel for he hopes to reclaim his own family's lands
there once the Saxons bloat in the sea. His family is large, Cadel replies; these
were all family gifts that have trickled down to him. He values them little,
but they're nice to look at; makes the Manor look nice, he explains meekly.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">We
prompt futher: These lands are in Salisbury, Roderick’s land. This is not the
Saxon Shore. Cadel doesn't elaborate. Sir Vandagild wonders if his family is,
or was, large and rich, and he has fallen from favour. Elvorix wonders why the
manor is so well furnished while the lands are so poorly... though he quickly
concludes that Cadel probably bought these treasures in better times, and likely
has leftover money from inheritance. This conclusion raises eyebrows; something
deep in the Roman’s subconscious knows that this conclusion is spurious.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Cadel
tells us more: After we slew the bear, things were good for a while. And then
they were... not. We push not further. The beleaguered knight hasn't seen the
Demon Wolf himself, though many peasants report the stories. They talk of some
large demonic dog; others speak of a curse, where people disappear in the
night. Yet others tell many a strange tale… but these two dominate the fable;
lizards, snakes, dragons. Cadel doesn't believe it's a dragon, at all, of
course.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">We
depart for the forest armed as warriors, not hunters. We gather some of the
manor's hunting dogs, and Cadel furnishes us with rations. We mount, and the
man raises a hand and wishes us luck. As we leave, Madoc looks oddly at Sir
Cadel, standing by his manor door. Sir Vandagild inquires quietly, and Madoc
responds loudly: “Are ye not fighting today, <i>Sir</i> Cadel?”; Cadel melts
into anxiety and fear. The compassionate Aquitanian tries to cover; he tells
the Prince that he heard Cadel has some vulnerability to the woods, and is not
well; Cadel immediately recovers and jumps on the low-hanging excuse, feebly
holding it for all he is worth; which, to Madoc, is greater in trinkets than in
character. Madoc looks back and forth between us before shrugging: Let the
coward be, he says. Our mounts clop west, toward the woods. Sir Vandagild
is happy to assuage Cadel’s discomfort; the ambitious Sir Elvorix is pleased to
have more face-time with the Prince.</span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">__________ Insufferable Serfs __________</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Vandagild
accosts a peasant, asking after our last contact, Old Garr. The peasant knows
him not, but insists, when Elvorix asks, that the demon is a snake! The hunched
man saw its eyes in the woods! He takes us to the edge of a farm, and a stream
yonder. Vandagild recognises the brook to which he brings us; we followed it here
after we battled the bear by its side, deep in the woods. Sir Elvorix asks
other peasants for more information; they each offer various names and
descriptions; a Demon Dog, a Shadow, a Hairy Monster; a Demonic Boar... but
they all point to the same area; where the stream leaves the forest. We follow
our only lead.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
Aquitanian asks Prince Madoc if he wishes to lead the hunt, offering his
services as required. “Are ye not the expert, Vandagild, squired to thy Earl's
hunter?” Vandagild nods and, introducing Madoc to squire-and-brother-in-law Uvan
once more, tells that the young man is also Golistan's eldest son: “Be it young
Uvan or I, I give ye faith and promise that the beast will be found. Onward my
Prince, onward friends!”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Elvorix
offers his aid, attempting to make his presence known and valued to the Royalty
in the midst; Vandagild, smiling, tells Madoc that mighty Elvorix will surely slay
the beast once we find it.</span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">__________ A Dark Trail… __________</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
group splits, half the men either side of the narrow stream; the young Pict Uvan
searches for tracks on the west bank, Sir Vandagild on the east. Prince Madoc
looks back and forth, then declares wants to go with “the kid”; he pulls a
wineskin from his bag and leads his horse to Uvan; Lead on boy! </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
search is long, each tracker finding small evidence. After time, The Aquitanian
finds something distinct: We are deep in the forest now, our horses manoeuvring
carefully; before him a heavy disturbance, like a thick, well-travelled boar
trail. The branches either side are broken, high, near height with a horse; some
drag marks besides. Vandagild tells this: “Some large thing hath dragged weighty
prey along this trail... Hold guard, friends.”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir
Vandagild recalls Uvan, uniting the group once more: “We will follow this lead,
young Uvan. Praise and thanks to thee; you have led a Prince to-day!” He leads down
the path, riding single file now; alas, the forest is too thick for horses
otherwise. Madoc tosses an empty wineskin aside; it is quickly replace with another.
The prince holds high spirits, joking joyfully with the young knights. The forest
is heavy and tall, the undergrowth reaches for us hungrily, snagging buckles
and nooks. Having travelled for much of the day, it nears the time of supper.
We are weary, of course, but the knights persist energetically. Madoc too still
sits straight in his saddle.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Alas,
soon the path itself becomes unmanageable for our steeds; the trail has more
regrowth here, unusually so, and we risk a horses ankle by leading them
forward. The long-haired hunter calls to dismount; the squires, he declares, are
to wait here. They are charged with defence of these fine mounts; Vandagild
leaves them a horn, in case they are accosted by a demon wolf. “Keep thy blades
handy, and thy wits sharp. Thy courage may be tested as we hunt yonder; hold
firm, and fight together. God speed, Uvan; God speed, young men!”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">We
march on; Prince Madoc grumbles at the length of our toil, though he keeps
apace and tires not. Here, at ground level, Vandagild spies more of the
uncommon regrowth; the forest is verdant here, odd in parts, and mismatched to
the season. He shakes his head, and strides heartily forth; there is still sun,
and his quarry must not be far now.</span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">__________ Long Shadows and a Longer Day __________</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
hunter, obsessed and enjoying his element, stays focused on tracking; the
journey continues for weird time. Sir Elvorix, less distracted, wonders at the
length of our journey; time seems to be moving far too slowly. He wonders aloud
if we are in the Fey Wilds now! Sir Vandagild is unsure; his keen eyes mostly
cast grounward. He turns to ask of Madoc; Lo! Madoc is still, paying us no heed,
eyes cast skyward. Asked whyfor, he points up and out. “Look ye; it moveth not”;
Vandagild’s eyes follow, and the Prince tells no lie: The shadows are long, and
have been as long for some time. Madoc marks a shadow, and we watch it closely some
time; it does not move. Nor the sun, hanging above, ever present.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
knights are awonder; Vandagild curses. There is discussion; Vandagild suggests
that God has paused the day for us, to ensure that we can slay the beast, as
promised, in this very day. Madoc indifferently agrees; we have food, wine, and
each other; we have strong shields and sharp blades; there is nothing to do but
venture forth. Sir Elvorix agrees, though he does wonder if he hasn't seen that
same tree three times...</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
three men trudge through the damp, thickening foliage; it almost writhes as we
pass. Alas, the beauty of this strange place is soon lost: a horrendous scent
builds, and assails us. It is sour, festering, mouldy; reminiscent of decay. It
takes root in our noses: Sir Elvorix grumpily accuses Vandagild as the source;
a rough laugh, and the two make jokes of one another's relatives. We persist
forth, and soon spy an overturned tree across the path. Sir Elvorix spots
hoofprints deep in the earth afore the log, clear evidence of a horse vaulting
the barrier. We look to one another, and around: The trail is still unsuitable
for mounts; and we are confused. Which reckless man brings steed to this place?
Yet we see no other marks, until over the tree lies the impact of an equestrian
landing, and some frantic hooves leading left, off the trail. The tracks look
less than an hour fresh, and yet still there is some new growth in their
imprints. This forest has many wiles.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">We
are torn; Elvorix wishes to follow the beast trail, the reason obvious; Vandagild
considers the horse trail; this is the first of anything new we have seen for
many long strange hours; God offers us a sign, and we best listen. After discussion,
Sir Vandagild calls out for the valorous cavalryman we seek; he listens
carefully for a reply. As he does, he notices that the forest is unnaturally
quiet; we hear nothing, not even the wind. A thought; it has been time, and
quite, since we have heard a bird or insect. It is deathly silent here. And the
sun hangs still. Looking about for further reference, there is alas no obvious
landmark before us; we have crossed some tiny rivulets and creeks, perhaps through
rolling hills, but nothing to navigate by.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">We
follow the horse trail per Vandagild’s argument: If we find nothing in the
short term, we can return and continue along the endless trail for the Demon
Beast. After a few minutes, we crest a small rise; a steep descent follows, to
a very small stream... And a horse, dead, its heavy body wrapped around a tree
at the bottom of a steep slope. We descend the hill: The horse has a saddle, which
the Aquitanian inspects. Elvorix spots the footprints of a man leading away,
from some thick drag marks beneath the slain beast; they end at the stream,
heading right, downstream. The saddle is of good quality and fine craftsmanship;
and in a saddlebag a stamp, wax, and paper. The stamp has a crude depiction of
a heraldic lion rampant; the hunter brings it to the Roman, who does not
recognise it for the lack of colour. Sir Vandagild assumes the knight is sorely
injured from the impact; and the horse is still warm - we must venture to
assist this ailing hunter!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">__________ Terror __________</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir
Elvorix checks on Madoc; he looks stalwart but aware. He is no longer drinking;
his eyes keen and shield at hand. Vandagild comments that this may not have
been the hunting trip the Prince expected; Madoc says the same of the man who
owned that horse. We follow the stream, which eventually leads back to the
trail above; we see no more prints on the trail, but the wretched, thick stench
is awful and pervasive. It gets worse as we proceed. The eerie silence makes
every step tense; any sound draws a snap of heads; we are all on edge. Trudging
occurs.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Soon
ahead, the reek almost overpowering now, the forest twitching with fertility
and vim. Ahead, Vandagild spots a hint of a clearing; the dense foliage thins,
and the waves of rotten stink wash over us anew: From the suddenly encompassing
scene before us, which seems to swirl and lurch... each knight is ripped into
the depths of his own soul, his mind filled with evil possibility; pulling at
our darkest fears…</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir
Vandagild's mind fills with the image of an enormous, multi-limbed beast;
black, with vicious talons; the knight we seek lays slain, his armour rent
asunder and viscera gored wide. In each talon, one of Vandagild's children
lays, dripping red... He grits himself, sweating, and turns to his friends:</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir
Elvorix breaks, fleeing back the way we came. He mutters wordlessly of fear: We
know not what fills his mind, but the spirit of this famously valorous knight is
crushed by it. Vandagild calls back, but he is driven from the scene in
terror.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Madoc,
too, watches him flee; the Prince draws his blade; he looks back to the
clearing a turns to Vandagild: “Come then, hunter, let's be men about it”. Sir Vandagild
nods, draws steel, and advances.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Vandagild
fortifies himself; his jaw tightens and his focus sharpens. As we breach the
dense forest into the foul clearing, the scent rapidly dissipates... still
present but no longer pervasive. An almost perfectly circular grove, the grass
a dead, rotten yellow. In the centre: Collapsed trees, dead and rotting
vegetation; and bodies, some armed, piled thick and heavy. Vandagild’s black
taloned demon, swirling slain children, is not there. Instead, a black, evil
tree; covered with red fungus; a dark, black liquid runs thickly down the
trunk, like wretched ichor, pooling at its base. Glop: A large piece of flesh
drops from a branch; gooping grossly into the pool, flecks of blood spoiling
the perfect darkness. We look upward; a horrible humanoid clinging spiderly,
horribly, to the dead canopy. Black hair covers its face but for the mouth; it
is agape, fanged evilly, and spewing forth a horrible, hacking laughter.</span></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">It
laughs not at we, but elsewhere, across the clearing. We spy there another
knight, spear held aloft, over a green shield with a golden lion rampant (it matches
the stamp); his battered armour holding against two giant black dogs,
slavering, massive, awful. They battle urgently these three, before a fourth,
wounded man; the latter propped against a trunk, rapid of breath, alongside a
slain beast of similar ilk. He bleeds.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjSAecfoTwiwgXont4tB0PqO4x1tHtLmzyKKWa4Sz0KrrNvzX4FXe3L1D_iCDNb0po6WBPWknwwdgG14bM7Gg683w3Qn6ETWjPhZ3duvASRFaDDA3yVQ0j1B9GvRSC3ITbwjIuTnRRhw5E8wElg_I_7k4WWfHuz8b9DXbJZeb-v86BgaMeh-X631IPu1A" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="499" data-original-width="900" height="177" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjSAecfoTwiwgXont4tB0PqO4x1tHtLmzyKKWa4Sz0KrrNvzX4FXe3L1D_iCDNb0po6WBPWknwwdgG14bM7Gg683w3Qn6ETWjPhZ3duvASRFaDDA3yVQ0j1B9GvRSC3ITbwjIuTnRRhw5E8wElg_I_7k4WWfHuz8b9DXbJZeb-v86BgaMeh-X631IPu1A" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><div><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">________ Bring Forth Thy Blade Unto The Demons of
Imber! ________<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">“Black
Dogs” Vandagild, snarls to Madoc. Vandagild recalls tales of the beasts from
the Pict Sir Golistan: Nighthounds they also call, named not for their fur, but
because they are unseen, black like night, and do not manifest physically in
the world, instead unseen to the eye of man. And yet they are here, slavering
and snapping at yon Lord. He does not recognise the Knight’s Heraldry, though
he rarely does. The monster in the tree is an awful, terrible mystery.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Vandagild,
his Grandfather’s medal at his breast, is nonetheless stunned by this terrible,
chaotic scene. The Lion Knight thrusts again at a dog, shouting as he does: This
battling, beleaguered knight, outnumbered by demons, spurs the hunter to
action: “Sir Knight! Worry thee not; we come to aid with steel and brawn! For
God!” The two men start across the clearing but yet, from nowhere three more
Demon hounds lunge viciously upon them! Curse their fae tricks and savage maws!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
Prince and the Hunter fight side by side, each sending his blade against such
foul foes as he can reach, aiding one another! Vandagild lands first, his blade
thrust perfectly into one monster’s ribs; The howling creature is transfixed. Prince
Madoc, thick muscle rippling beneath fine steel maille, with a mighty overhead
strike cuts at the struggling beast; the blade hammers down on its neck,
Madoc's prodigious strength driving the blade deep into the bone! It thuds
instantly to the ground, motionless; His shield keeps the other at bay, and he
now turns to square off against this other assailant.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Alas,
Vandagild’s blade is briefly pinned by the fallen creature’s bulk; The other
Dog takes advantage of this, sinking its rending teeth into Vandagild's leg: The
agile hunter keeps his feet, but has no blade! He steps cautiously, shield battered
by the monstrous, leaping hound, as he gets a good grip on the lost weapon and rips
it free. Madoc is slammed against a tree by the other beast, his shield
interposed, but a slashing claw rips him from his feet and gashes his thigh! It
leaps atop him, but with great strength and deft shieldsmanship the Prince
regains his feet!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Vandagild,
armed once more, plunges his blade into his beast's flank; the creature has fur
like wire, but the tall man has the strength to punch his blade through; he
keeps his grip this time, spilling dark blood into the sickly grass as he pulls
it free from the howling monster. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Meanwhile,
the Stranger Knight has been battling valiantly against his own savage foes:
One monster bleeds from a deep wound, but the Knight has acquired another of
his own. The Golden Lion ducks beneath one leaping beast, driving his spear
into its belly... it is badly wounded, but still battles! The other monster
latches its evil maw upon the man, though his fine armour keeps the worst out
yet again.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
battling is savage; slashing and lancing blows from the men of Logres trade
evenly with darting bites and ripping claws; The black beasts are soon drenched
in red, and Sir Vandagild suffers numerous small wounds. Madoc’s great strength
brings him the first victory, his mighty blows repeatedly hacking in the
monstrous face and jaw before him; it is his third blow that carves through the
beast's weakened skull and laying it to evil rest.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Across
the clearing, the Strange Knight of the Golden Lion has put one monster down;
it lies twitching at his feet, unable to fight on. But the man is hard pressed
himself, many gashes leak into the vile yellow grass. He moves slower, but
still holds his shield high.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Madoc
turns to help his friend; Vandagild insists that Madoc aid the other knight,
but the Aquitanian is bloodied, and he cannot hide the exhaustion of the day
and battle; The Prince respects the man's honour, but he will aid his friend
first! </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Nodding,
Sir Vandagild launches a deceptive attack, catching the beast in the ribcage, which
has gripped him in its slavering jaws! It stumbles and starts to fall, when
Madoc pounces: the Prince rushes to its side and hacks into the back of the
beast's neck; it immediately limps, releasing Vandagild from its foetid maw and
slumping to the muddy grass.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">A
word of thanks, and the two knights start to sprint across the sickly clearing:
The distant knight battles still against a final foe! The Knight of the Golden
Lion slams his blade heavily into his last beast, the jarring blow aimed with
might and precision; the behemoth yet battles on! Reaching the man at least, the men of Logres
swarm the monster! Vandagild and the Stranger cut the monster shallowly again,
which doesn’t fall. But the hunter slips to the flank, waiting for its balance
to wane; his moment presents, and the young knight thrusts his blade through
thick ribs and into its heart. As he does, the Stranger hacks at the beast, his
sword a butcher's cleaver: Staccato, he roars “Why won't you die!!” But it does
not hear his final word; for it is chopped savagely, and hears no more.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">When
the beast falls, the grotto is once more deathly silent; the men breath heavily,
each wounded. The cackles have ceased. “Hark thee!” begins the Hunter, “I
am Sir Vandagild of Salisbury, and this is my Prince Madoc; Alas for these
brief words, yet I must away; for yon beast, cackling and mocking, begs me to
lay waste unto it with this very blade.” </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">He turns to set upon the monster: A splash yonder; the creature, long
and evil, emerges from the goop, from all fours, to two feet; A shadow shifts;
another foul hound beside it. The vile tree-thing stands erect, taller than any
of us. It draws breath deeply; the next noises pierces the silence and engulfs
the clearing; for it screeches horribly, taloned arms spread wide.</span></p></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjIzPYVyNXCFwgjCj4txM0WIkChMKyHDxK96yBCRVtTUPvcaiXj7JW9sgY4PrMEmAfdfQ8ev4ChjRtFqW4V8VZOrvL_fXzYS8uf20i_i8qjK6VjehscREpEtwcQAOb1EyWGCezJQsV3W36ZgdA8FAaM3Z2N8GVthWR3gX_4sbkSl5GxP-e8VFrU-CttgQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="620" data-original-width="495" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjIzPYVyNXCFwgjCj4txM0WIkChMKyHDxK96yBCRVtTUPvcaiXj7JW9sgY4PrMEmAfdfQ8ev4ChjRtFqW4V8VZOrvL_fXzYS8uf20i_i8qjK6VjehscREpEtwcQAOb1EyWGCezJQsV3W36ZgdA8FAaM3Z2N8GVthWR3gX_4sbkSl5GxP-e8VFrU-CttgQ" width="192" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Image
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RPG 5.2</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><br /></div>Trent_Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07027231462282970568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468481237476887643.post-70883900491278085962022-06-15T01:33:00.005-07:002022-06-15T02:25:13.788-07:00The Heirs of Britain - Game Seven<h1 style="text-align: center;">The Heirs of Britain</h1><h1 style="text-align: center;">Session 7: 482; The Summerland Swamps</h1><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>__________ Spring 482 - Sarum, Salisbury __________</b></div></b><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Once more the young knights ride to Sarum; Easter
Feast has been announced there, and Roderick’s knights attend. We arrive and
find the castle quieted much from last year; Ulfius and his entourage,
searching for marriages, are not present this Spring. The Duke’s absence is
somewhat offset by the presence of Prince Madoc and his own courtiers. Loach in
cold green sauce is served.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir Vandagild takes opportunity to beg some of the
<b>Earl's time to go hunting and falconing</b>. The Earl appreciates the request and
Vandagild's enthusiasm; alas he has too much to attend to this season and will
likely be unable. They both look forward to the next opportunity.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir Elvorix, not in good graces with the Earl,
attempts in his way to <b>win money from gaming</b>. The Roman engages in courtly
intrigue, and finds a mark in Sir Rhodri: An older knight, portly, known for
constant indebtitude, though seemingly capable of paying. Elvorix propositions
the chap for a game and a wager! The jovial gent accepts eagerly, his bag of
pieces quick to hand; This is a mistake. Sir Elvorix trounces him, winning in a
few short moves after catching his foe in a cunning gambit. The man shakes his
head in disbelief; the game is over, and the monies overhanded.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir Iwan, modest as ever, is content with his lot,
feeling fortunate and well care for. He asks little of his lord, instead <b>focusing
on the welfare of his family</b>. His humility inspires!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">During the feast, our Good Earl Roderick has an
announcement! There will be <b>another campaign</b>! Off the victory of Bedegraine, King
Uther is invigorated to put down another recalcitrant lord, one who also
refuses to pay his dues; <b>Cadwy the King of Summerland</b>! A joyous roar fills the
hall! The latter is known to be formidable and wise, a foe not to be taken
lightly. We learn Salisbury’s muster will be split; half with Uther to
Summerland, and half with Roderick to besiege some contested holdings in
Salisbury. Salisbury is Roderick's ancestral home, and he has intent to secure
it properly! </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir Godifer approaches during the joyous response:
He tells us that <b>Summerland is known for Strange Happenings</b>, and it should be a
memorable campaign. The forest to Northwest goes by many names, and the
charming man shivers when he describes the tales that come from that place. He
tempers himself: Most of the tales are probably just told to keep peasants
afraid, he explains; some children go missing, another returns with a weird
scar, peasant nonsense of the like. He means not to spook us, just sharing some
interesting trivia.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Changing topic, he identifies Vandagild and Iwan
and... not Elvorix. He recalls our time at Wynchbank, and bids us accompany him
on a similar quest to the Saxon Shore. <b>We shall visit Sir Ederyn’s Castle Vigor
and his daughter Lady Llylla</b>, who Roderick may court. Sir Vandagild references
the misbehaviour of the men of Saxon Shore in London; Elvorix still bears the
scars of his duel. The Aquitanian suggests that there may be yet more inhospitality
when we arrive!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Nonetheless, those invited accept the task; over
many days we travel through Levcomagusm, Silchester, Londinium, Camulodunum and,
finally, to Castle Vigor in the east.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">__________
</span><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">A Vigorous Scathing __________</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The Castle Vigor, of Sir Ederyn, is more fortified,
more utilitarian, though perhaps a little less wealthy though than that of
Wynchbank. We are greeted with a respectful entourage, who aid us to tour the
grounds and keep us entertained. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">During the day the hunter, Sir Vandagild, takes opportunity
to stalk the woods with the lord of these eastern lands. The day is long:
Ederyn appears not the greatest hunter, nor trailsman, and his lengthy stories
are drawn, staling quickly. This frustrates some. Men wonder in whispers and
looks if this hunt will ever end. Sir Vandagild wishes not to overstep his mark,
but necessity forces him to action. While Sir Jarren is telling some story to
the gathered men, the long-haired Aquitanian espies a doe! Representing his Lord
Roderick, and wishing to impress the man, he dismounts softly, drawing a few
glances. In a smooth motion he pulls his bow, nocks, draws and looses; he
starts afoot before the arrow lands. And it does, deep and true: Low in the ribs,
just behind the foreleg, cutting the creature’s heart so. It is felled
immediately. A few steps hence, he quietly declares: I have found our dinner. <b>The
hunting party are impressed by the skill and confidence of this display!</b> Despite
being a foreigner, and a knight of Salisbury, Vandagild’s efforts draw looks of
thanks and admiration from the Saxon Shore hunters.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Later, the handsome Sir Iwan navigates the courtly
courtesy well, speaking gently but pointedly with some of the Saxon Shore
knights. He makes a good impression with one Sir Mellon; a quiet knight, of a
kind with Sir Iwan, who confides much in the Salisbury man. The Castellan Sir
Ederyn is apparently one for stories, though not in a way that all find
favourable; Vandagild has learned this first hand. <b>Lady Llyla, for her part, is
quite a, uh, presence, though not a storyteller.</b> Mellon politely says no more
on that curious matter. Iwan notes this, and they return to less delicate
matters, talking of state and knightlihood.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The day comes to a close, and the time to feast
approaches. Lady Llylla has been nowhere in sight through the day; but she is
presented at the feast that evening. A woman of 18 summers in a beautiful
lavender dress, she is stunning. Her introduction is impressive. As the feast
progresses she speaks little; many Salisbury knights whisper of her beauty and
charm: What a boon to Roderick! Meanwhile, Sir Myles approaches Iwan and speaks
bluntly to he; <b>Myles needs advice</b>. Lady Trenia and he have had some rather
excellent times, and he visited her family in London as we passed through
recently. It seems her family may own around half of London, perhaps with some
exaggeration. The striking knight laments that he has need to prove himself
worthy of her hand, and to be worthy of joining their family. He is
struck, it is clear.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Overhearing the difficult problem, Sir Vandagild
mirthfully suggests that he could slay a Dragon? He hears from his wife they
live in the Pictish Mountains; it might make a fine adventure! Or, mayhap, hire
a good craftsman with tight lips, to render a false head of such a beast and
convince them of the slaying thusly. This draws laughter; alas Sir Myles has
little faith in these plans, though he enjoys the joke.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir Iwan more seriously suggests slaying a mighty
Saxon hero or warlord, perhaps lay claim to a banner of that foul folk? And
then he may lay it on her table before her kin, to show his valour as a warrior.
Or, if we produce a report of quality for the Earl Roderick we can offer the
credit to Sir Myles, increasing his standing with the Earl and thus his
standing elsewhere? Myles nodes thoughfully…</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">We are interrupted: <b>Lady Llyla shrieks!</b> Her voice
pierces the dull rumble of knightly conversation and draws men to their feet. All
turn: Her beautiful dress now has a burgundy blotch on it, spreading rapidly;
the lady is enraged! She screams at a
servant, spitting vile, uncomely words and scathing him harsh. She declares to
all: The cost of the dress will come from their wages, and they will be thrown
from the castle! Eyebrows are raised; it appears wine was spilled. The tirade
continues for some time. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir Vandagild makes a whispered note to his friend
Iwan, with a sweeping gesture: I offer you, The Saxon Shore!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Soon the feast ends; many are uncomfortable. We
depart the next day.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">In Sarum once more, the <b>Earl Roderick asks once
more the opinion of the two young knights</b>. He is excited; he hears word that
she is quite a sight. Sir Iwan, in careful phrases offers: She is easy on the
eyes, my Lord, but cruel to the servants, and her father is... long of tale.
When pressed, Iwan explains the cruel behaviour regarding the spoiled dress.
Vandagild confirms the tale. Roderick is disappointed; he was hoping for better
news. The feasts are important for morale, he utters, and the men would be
discouraged if such cruelty and misbehaviour was suffered under his hospitality.
With thanks, he dismisses the men.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman", Times, FreeSerif, serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; line-height: 107%;">Later that Spring, more glorious news for the
family of Sir Vandagild. His brother, Sir Vanduva, has reached his twenty first
year; he is knighted!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><b>__________ Summer in Summerland! Summer, 482
__________</b></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Though we are keen to fight with Earl Roderick, the
young knights are each sent to join Uther in the invasion of Summerland.
Recalling Godifer’s rumouring, Sir Vandagild asks his wife the Lady Catrin, and
a priest of the Arian Christian Faith, to bless him as protection from the
demons of the forest. They do; he kisses his wife and children hefts his
armaments, and rides North, Uvan in tow.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">We muster and arrive at camp near the Summerland border.
We find the Salisbury men, who keep a keen eye on their surroundings, and join
the other Lords and Knights of Summerland under Uther. It is noted by many that
once more Duke Gorlois of Cornwall is absent, as is the Duke of The March.
Nonetheless, we march forth into the forests, marshes, bogs and woodlands of
Summerland, unto the castles of this cursed land!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">But ho! Soon hence, we see the Duke Gorlois already
at work, besieging the southern forts of Summerland; and yonder, the Duke of The
March besieges forts in the North! Glory to King Uther! <b>We march onward, deep
into the territory of the foe</b>… And yet Uther finds trouble pinning down the
forces of Summerland. They muster not before us, and have chosen no battlefield
to face us. <b>We are instead impaired by fallen trees, hidden bogs, and persistent
assailment by arrows and javelins</b>... This treacherous warfare reaps a modest
toll, but frustrates greatly! Many knights decry the dishonorable tactics, and
pray rightly for open battle! King Uther, not a merciful man, once more reverts
to a tried tactic: Raid Summerland, he calls, and force them to respond! Sir Vandagild,
not near Elvorix and driven by his vengefulness for these traitorous folk and
their deceptive warfare eagerly spurs his mount!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman", Times, FreeSerif, serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; line-height: 107%;">Sir Elvorix opts not to anger his lord further,
choosing to raid an undefended manor and yet harming no peasants. Sir Iwan
rides with Sir Elvorix, in case some defending knights emerge and his friend
needs a blade beside him.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman", Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNBeRzraWGdfs9pIIjDkTC8CCcoRIXzSGHS1zJO-zRN0D7pniebHro7ev9CUMgKd7e4gPZdXbI-nimNDhg3bnQPMUKy7lLSUWomYpHOm9II4LgztHXmPykOSCglaM90alJI82ttE7xOlqrZ9Dl6pst-UKjjWK1Kziw8sUDQ29KDcZCfwMNGSckQEU08Q" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1651" data-original-width="3840" height="138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNBeRzraWGdfs9pIIjDkTC8CCcoRIXzSGHS1zJO-zRN0D7pniebHro7ev9CUMgKd7e4gPZdXbI-nimNDhg3bnQPMUKy7lLSUWomYpHOm9II4LgztHXmPykOSCglaM90alJI82ttE7xOlqrZ9Dl6pst-UKjjWK1Kziw8sUDQ29KDcZCfwMNGSckQEU08Q" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">We raid for several days among the marshy, boggy
lands. We take treasure from our targets, under constant harassment from the
slings and arrows of dishonest folk. <b>Bugs and midges infest and bite; the very
forest seems to reach out and entangle our arms and steeds; rest is hard to
find, and chaos reigns; it is an awful campaign</b>. Sir Vandagild is enraged; filled
with vengeance but unable to find a home for it. He tightens his jaw, and makes
effort to keep his shield high; the arrows of his wretched foe come at
unexpected junctures. He rides with a more aggressive cohort, seeking vengeance
for these slights! His vigilance and endurance pay dividends; an arrow thuds
into his shield as they ride to plunder! He roars, eyes darting; he hunts the
man, spurring his mount in the direction of the arrow, finding tracks and,
soon, the man himself! He flees before the knight, darting between the trees
and moss… Alas, Vandagild is alone in the difficult terrain! Troubled by the
risk of ambush, he finds solace in his Grandfather’s medallion rattles against
his chest: Men lured from formation into ambushes of pouncing, violent Huns… The
Aquitanian, frustrated, finds the prudence to reign his mount, and wheel back
to his party.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sirs Elvorix and Iwan try raiding the more distant
manors to evade arboreal assassins, and loot gently to avoid encumbrance and
conflict. Alas! The Roman, while riding a manor, is forced to dodge a missile,
ducking swiftly behind a low wall in a manor. He peeks atop it, but he cannot
find his assailant. This slows them, and soon they withdraw to friendlier
roads.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">After days of this, we gather at the war camp; several men are wounded,
and many arrows have found a home in Salisbury maille. We learn that <b>King Uther
has called for parley with King Cadwy</b>; the latter will leave his court to meet our
King on a riverbank. Elvorix makes note to his friends, for King Cadwy,
sometimes called the Hermit King, is renowned for never leaving his
court. Headway!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><b>__________ Cadwy’s Conference __________</b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The toll of our campaign soon becomes apparent: <b>Many
of the men of Logres are sick</b>, laying in tents, not in shape to fight or raid.
Other men are nauseous and full of malaise; the number is significant. By grace
of God and constitution, this sickness does not strike our protagonists. The
Cymric men of Logres are broadly known for their resilience, and yet many are
still unwell. This impact on our forces bodes poorly for a battle should it
come to pass. Alas, something vile has surely happened: And it is blamed equally
on the weird magics of the forest, as on the poisoning of our men by Summerland
knaves!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir Elvorix feels the plagues are a punishment from
God for our raiding. Sir Iwan, shakes his head, believing his knowledge of the
lore of the Fae is protecting him; he has begun minor rituals, and now he spends
yet more effort on these idiosyncratic spells and tricks. Unusually full of
confidence, he offers advice on how to conduct these protective rituals to the
other knights. Vandagild worries little for the cause, instead feeling
gratitude for his wife and God; his preparations have clearly kept him safe.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Prince Madoc soon arrives, striding proudly through
the ranks, but worried openly about the illness. He finds the three young
knights well, and looks relieved; perhaps our old mentor, Sir Elad, has trained
us all for fortitude, he offers! Madoc looks forward to seeing Cadwy up close, he
tells, and laments not managing to lay his blade on an enemy. Vandagild agrees,
and tells of his prudent withdrawal from his woodland foe; he relates his Grandfather’s
wisdom to the Prince. Madoc nods sagely, and wonders if the young knight might
make a good Battalion commander one day; he laughs, though Vandagild is unsure
if he is joking. The three young knights are well and healthy; more than he can
say for most others. <b>The Prince offers us the chance to ride with the King to
parley with Cadwy</b>; our vigour will show him strength - we eagerly accept! </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The King's entourage numbers around two dozen
knights; we approach a dock by a river's edge near Cadwy's castle. A barge
emerges from the mist before us; on it a bright green tent, with only four
knights outside. The men of Logres are keen to see the end of this nightmarish
campaign; <b>Madoc declares his excitement to see his father deal with this
so-called King.</b> Uther's hand doesn't leave his pommel, and Sir Vandagild
follows suit.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The barge docks, and Uther strides furiously into
the tent. The two parties watch each other cautiously. The vermin of the swamp
sing their strange and beautiful songs. Ripples in the water, shudders in the
trees. Odd chirps and haunting cries in the mist.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir Iwan, mistrustful of the fae, dips his hand
into the nearby water, smearing some swamp water under his eyes; he explains to
Prince Madoc that this will help him see through Glamours, for Cadwy is an evil
magician and he has a great Suspicion of these Summerlanders. Prince Madoc believes
not such tales; Cadwy is just a man, and the King Uther is more than that; this
will suffice. Sir Elvorix is amused by the situation at large; Vandagild
whispers prayers to God.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Some time later, Uther leaves the tent and returns
to his men. He tells us to return to camp. He no longer has his hand on his
sword.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir Vandagild whisperingly questions Madoc, <b>asking
if we won; apparently we did, and there will be a great feast tomorrow</b>. Sir Vandagild
thanks God, but voices concern about the death of the last High Kingm Aurelius,
some say from poison as much as battle. Given the deception of the
Summerlanders, best not we guard sharply this feast? Prince Madoc worries
little; while Cadwy is "unique" he does not believe him to be so
dishonorable as that.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><b>__________ A Feast in the Fen __________</b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The next day, the camp is expanded. More men and
women have been brought up to fill out what was previously a war camp,
including the King’s entourage and concubines. The sick are taken away to
recuperate. A great tent is erected for a feast, and furnished as best
manageable in this cruel swamp. Cadwy and Uther sit at the High Table; <b>Cadwy
has a strangely large entourage</b> of men who look much like him, albeit younger. Sir
Iwan calmly, warily informs us they are dopplegangers. Vandagild and Elvorix
recognise one of these young men as Sir Melwas, the Sword of Summerland, and
son of King Cadwy; he rides an Emerald Green Horse! Vandagild tells his friends
he wishes to visit the horse in the stables... Sir Iwan states clearly that he
will never go near the horse; he is convinced it will kill him.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Also present: Prince Madoc, of course; Duke Eldol
of Glevum; Duke Cornius "The Hammer" of Lindsey, who wields a weapon
of his namesake; Duke Ulfius; and the rest of Uther's court. Also present: The
nefarious coward Sir Blains; Vandagild spits as he spies him on a distant table.
We are seated, appropriately, below the salt. Sir Elvorix's appearance this
feast leaves something to be desired; his finest clothes are not here, and his
clothing is stained from the swamp.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">We take our positions, and soon the King calls
attention. <b>In a glorious ceremony, King Cadwy kneels before Uther, who names
him Count of Summerland and grants him new lands!</b> Cadwy is allowed to keep his nominal
title "King of Summerland” but remains under Logres.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">At once, <b>Uther stands again, his booming voice
declaring a dance!</b> Vandagild, not known for his courtly footwork, leaves off
the opportunity. Sirs Iwan and Elvorix dance well, though <b>Iwan impresses!</b> He is
known for his dancing and draws many fond looks. Indeed, King Uther, visiting
the knights after a dance, comes to commend Iwan for his dexterity and skill at
dance; but asks Iwan what passion inspires his footwork, so expressive it is?
Iwan replies that he wishes to put his best foot forward before his Lord, Earl
Roderick. <b>The King commends the Salisbury man</b>: Roderick is lucky to have such a
graceful and talented knight at his court; Uther wishes to see such grace on
the battlefield! When asked, Iwan explains that Roderick’s Generosity to him
and his wife has earned his undying loyalty. Satisfied, Uther leaves with some
parting comments.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Shortly later Sir Iwan, returning from business,
finds in the damp flooring a jewelled armband, obviously valuable. His honesty
prevailing, he searches for the owner, soon finding it a home among the
Silchester Knights. <b>The band belongs to none other than Sir Blains</b>; Iwan's eye
twitches when told thus. Nonetheless, he persists, and finds the wretched
knight carousing; he taps his shoulder and asks his attention loudly. Sir
Blains turns, scowling, and demands the purpose. Iwan explains it coldly and
offers him the band. Blains is confused, squinting, but is soon enough
appropriately grateful. He is taken aback. The Silchester Knight asks for
Iwan's name and thanks him. Learning of Iwan's Salisbury lands, he pauses,
stunned, and then bids him a good evening. Iwan leaves.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Vandagild, for his part, helps his colleagues to
<b>more drink</b>, trusting Madoc’s talk of Cadwy’s honor to keep them safe from
poison.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">As we converse, we notice a lady, Uther apparently in
tow, striding confidently to our table. She stops a little short as the King
steps forward; he introduces the Lady Diane to Sir Elvorix, though at first he
thinks Vandagild is the latter. King Uther promptly leaves; and the real Sir Elvorix
invites the lady to sit with us. She has been in Uther's court for four years, she
tells, after her father died. She inquires to Elvorix's station and his land in
Salisbury, and turns talk to his efforts in Bedegraine. Sir Vandagild, famous
for his stories and the recent telling of The Ballad of Britain, weaves a
spectacular tale of Elvorix's prowess and skill in battle. He tells stirringly
of Elvorix decapitating the last valiant defender, who himself was a bastion of
resilience for the Bedegraine defenders. The table laugh and enjoy. After some
more conversation, <b>Lady Diane produces a note for the Roman, bidding him to
meet her later</b>, before taking her leave. Sir Elvorix, of old stock, knows the
written word well. Before him is an instruction, though it is written
imprecisely in strained letters: Meet me behind the King's stables. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir Vandagild, for his part, helps his colleagues
to <b>yet more drink</b>. Sir Iwan and Sir Vandagild, at this point, are drunk. Sir
Elvorix, at this point, is a mess. They enjoy more cups, but Elvorix is keen to
away. He stands, salutes clumsily, and heads for the King's Stables! Elvorix
slurringly bids us farewell, a full, sloshing jug of ale in hand. Vandagild
wishes him luck!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><b>__________ Soused Subterfuge __________</b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The Roman reaches the place, somehow, finding a
guard outside. "Well now”, he begins, “ye should not be out here by
thyself, have this!"</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The guard happily acquiesces, though he questions
why the young knight is out here. “King Uther bequeathed me!... err..
indirectly. See!”, sayeth he. The paper is handed; the guard can read.
Apparently, the clumsy handwriting was requesting him to wear red, not only to
attend this place. The guard laughs, pointing to the error, and tells Elvorix
he isn't even following the instructions right. Nonetheless, he permits
entrance; she is waiting for him.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Confused, Elvorix enters, unadorned in red: "I
could not read thy off words, lady! How expect thee for a change to red attire,
for we are in a siege; truly my clothes are elsewhere!" <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The Lady is disappointed, she tells; she expects
better resourcefulness from a knight. If she were asked to wear red, indeed she
may even cut her palm and smear her lifeblood thusly!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir Elvorix, raging drunk, immediately does so; the
wound is deep, but effective! He is clad in red. The lady Diane laughs and
praises his capacity to follow instruction. Flirting occurs, boldly and
clumsily on Elvorix's part. The lady enjoys this, but steers the conversation:
She enjoyed the part where he refused Roderick in Bedegraine, but asks why the
change in Summerland? Elvorix defends his decision: Summerland was raiding
lordly manors, not peasantry; it was innocent folk he protected in Bedegraine. They
continue apace: <b>It soon becomes clear; the woman is ambitious and of want for a
knight who is willing to achieve fame and wealth through ignoble means</b>. The
conversation spins nefarious particulars, and Elvorix drunkenly assents. Soon
enough, she leaves, promising to arrange the details of marriage later in the
year. Once she is gone, Elvorix slumps heavily into the mud and straw, and he sleeps.
The horses chew quietly nearby.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><b>__________ Drink and Demons __________</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Inside, Iwan and Vandagild observe someone
furtively espying them from across the room. The man appears hard lucked; his
attire, formerly quite glorious, has fallen in quality and is in need of repair
or replacement. We stare back and he soon approaches; he knows us, he tells, and
introduces himself as Sir Cadel - he asks, sheepishly, if we recognise that. We
don't. He explains that he is from <b>Imber, and speaks of the Bear</b>. Sir Vandagild
shows the trinket he had made, and points to the similar one on Iwan’s neck; this excites
Sir Cadel. He wishes our help again, for another monster has encroached and
his peasants are once more frightened. He calls attention to his dilapidated
clothing; times have been hard. He continues: <b>A wolf, a demon, or a cursed serpent; they
are not sure. </b>But it is real, and he knows us capable of finding and
slaying it. The knights expect they will be released from muster soon and,
despite the unusual nature of this request, the opportunity thrills. Sir Vandagild
is taken by Valor, Generosity and his Energetic spirit; Iwan too wishes to give
aid to the beleaguered man. And have both enjoyed wine. The Quest is accepted; the
young knights ask only to have our families care for should we be eaten by
demons. Sir Cadel assents, and gives us instructions for the morning, and we
agree to set off as soon as able.</span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj6ruCEoK-CLFXXGyoMmpMHqbZxy84MgrlvZyiCCscRH3_AoUIccNWCvPmhuU6oiYUV75zE1-vSvdI0urglamgZR9uiFi9_LdJe5tMcsqw9X6zfziyJ2mjn-aoEV5oQVPKVBVQsZfM-CkHc4BbxziYBu6IBhVV8us30rXdUUFLo0hMo-iCmrWOl0brbKQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="696" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj6ruCEoK-CLFXXGyoMmpMHqbZxy84MgrlvZyiCCscRH3_AoUIccNWCvPmhuU6oiYUV75zE1-vSvdI0urglamgZR9uiFi9_LdJe5tMcsqw9X6zfziyJ2mjn-aoEV5oQVPKVBVQsZfM-CkHc4BbxziYBu6IBhVV8us30rXdUUFLo0hMo-iCmrWOl0brbKQ" width="209" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><span id="docs-internal-guid-9fce67c6-7fff-b588-4e03-fc35ac71e3a2"><span style="font-family: Merriweather, serif; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As Sir Iwan departs to find Elvorix, Vandagild speaks with his friend, Prince Madoc, sharing yet more cups. He tells of Sir Cadel's quest, and invites the Prince to battle the Demon with him. Madoc thinks hard; he asks of Sir Jarren who Sir Cadel is; Jarren wonders aloud: He is.. maybe from Saxon Shore? But Imber is in Salisbury? The two men have some confusion. Vandagild nevertheless tells his tale, and convinces Madoc of the Glory of slaying a Demon Wolf in the forests of these, essentially his own lands. Madoc casually accepts the Quest; he has nought more fun than that to attend. Alas, Sir Jarren cannot come, for he is to go raiding with his father. Sir Vandagild remains with the Prince and Sir Jarren for the remainder, conversing easily about nothing.</span></span><br /><br /><p></p>Trent_Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07027231462282970568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468481237476887643.post-21865272095126505102022-06-07T21:09:00.004-07:002022-06-07T21:28:14.912-07:00The Heirs of Britain - Game Six<h1 style="text-align: left;"><p style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman", Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 15.4px; font-weight: 400;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The Heirs of Britain</span></b></p></h1>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Session 6: 481; The Battle of Bedegraine</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Summer
481</span></b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><b> - The Field of Doves, Bedegraine</b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
squabbling is over, and <b>Sir Blains the Coward flees with his Silchester Knaves</b>.
Rain trickles softly on the fields and heavily on the galloping knights; vision
is impaired, and grips slicked by the heavenly waters. Nonetheless, we spur with
earnest: Damp clods burst upward with our charge, with the rumble of hooves and
the energetic shouts of fighting men. The two young knights, Sir Iwan and Sir
Vandagild are confident despite the unexpected combat; we are surrounded by
great veterans and fight with our Earl, Sir Roderick. Before us: Knights of Bedegraine,
sallied forth to pounce on the infighting men of Logres. Roderick commands
well, he leads us to favourable ground in time to meet our foe head on….</span><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">A rumbling pause...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><br /></span></div>
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<b>Crash</b>! A resounding, chattering clash as a score of warriors cross at
gallop! Lances and shields shatter; <b>blood and spit fills the air</b>; men
cry out in rage, valour and agony! Vandagild’s lance shatters, but his greying foe
is sent tumbling to the mud; Iwan’s shield saves him from the worst of a savvy
blow, which spins him on his horse; though his saddle is kept by a reliable
mount and good horsemanship! Other clatters and thuds of falling men resound,
but the battle is rapid, and furious…<p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Elvorix
rides hard from camp, eager to fight a fair foe…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir
Iwan is initially outmatched; his opponent is older than he, and fights with
experience; Iwan’s rib and breath sore from his lance… Yet, as he turns his mount to reengage, he
catches his Lord’s eye: Roderick’s firm gaze flicks back to his opponent, who
he slams from saddle with a timely blow! Have at them, men! For Salisbury! Iwan
is Inspired, eager to fight for his Lord’s Glory; he gets the better in his
next pass! Both Knights, the younger and the older, stay mounted… Switching to
blades, <b>Iwan’s passion fuels his vigorous assault</b>: He once again gets
the better and knocks his foe heavily, tumbling the knight from his mount to
the earth! He presses, with follow-up blow wounding his man sorely; alas, the
sturdy Bedegraine is not yet defeated.. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir
Vandagild, meanwhile, won his lance by grace of God, but now takes a sword high
on his armoured thigh, deflected by shield! The wiley veteran Bedegrainian
manoeuvres deftly on foot, his skill evident, calm despite his disadvantage. Vandagild, with fury stoked with vengeance for the blow, lurches forth to strike
hard on his foe's collar, knocking him once more to his back! The long-haired Aquitainian opens
his lungs to the man: Yield! The battle is lost for thee, but not yet thy
life!</span><b style="font-family: Merriweather;"> Under his continued assault, the </b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><b>wizened</b></span><b style="font-family: Merriweather;"> foe acquiesces!</b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"> Sir Vandagild
secures his prize before looking for new foes. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">__________
The Battle Turns to Favour __________</span><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"> </span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
battle continues; Sir Iwan, fighting mounted hard against a crafty expert,
finally prevails; he lands many blows until his unhorsed foe slumps to the
earth, beaten.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Elvorix,
spies Sir Godifer in the fray; the man is outnumbered, and works hard to keep
two blades at bay! The Roman rides hard to join the battle; alas! On the
approach, he catches his lance on some hidden farm-post; the sudden jerk whips
the slippery weapon from his hand as he enters the fray… He rides past Sir
Godifer unarmed! <b>Misery continues for the luckless knight!</b> Meanwhile Sir
Godifer battles bravely; He swings hard at one foe, who tumbles from his mount
beneath the assault! Yet, his attention drawn, the mail at his rib is split by
a heavy thrust from the other, he grunts, sparing a moment to look
questioningly at his would-be saviour in Elvorix.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Vandagild
takes a moment to evaluate; his keen eyes find another man outnumbered: The
talented Salisbury hunter, Sir Arfan, with whom Vangadild hunted during the
march! Freed from his captive, the young knight rides to his aid; But lo! The
young Knight's assault is mistimed, his horse skids in the churned earth, and he
strikes nought but air. Yet the cost is little; <b>Sir</b> <b>Arfan, a fine
mace in his fist, crushes one knight unconscious, and land his mace heftily upon
the shield of the other!</b> He is an inspiration, his arm guided by God!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">With
this surge and the success of others, it is clear that the battle is turning in
Roderick's favour, with many Bedegraine men faltering and falling! These men
they are a valorous folk, claiming respect from we Salisburians with every
moment: Despite their loss and numbers they battle on.<br />
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><b>__________
Wet Warriors and Bedegraine Bravery __________</b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><br />
Our opponents felled<b>, Iwan leads his horse to assault the enemy commander</b>,
with Vandagild, the Banneret Sir Hywell and another supporting against his
guard! The enemy fight with a passion against our Salisbury men! Sir Vandagild
deftly parries his opponent's mighty blow; he slips his own piercing thrust
under his opponent's shield, while the Guard rattles his blade off Sir Hywell’s
maille. In the next moments, the rain claims its own; the Guard loses his
slicked blade to a twisting parry! <b>Sir Hywel and Vandagild land their next blows!
</b>Sir Vandagild's deep, low thrust leads the man to slump his shield as he
falls, and Hywel's now undefended cut rips deep into his neck; <b>a fountain of
blood marks his departure for the realm of God</b>. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Meanwhile,
Sir Iwan catches the commander in the melee</span></b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">, wounding him as he
takes a second, humbler blow from his other Salisbury foe. As the battle
continues, dampened grips continue to wreak havoc: Iwan and the Commander
strike one another's blades from their hands in a short exchange, allowing the
other Salisbury man to drive him from his mount with a mighty blow, which he
covers with a mailed arm! The Brave Commander clambers from the mud, bloodied,
unarmed and filthed; But still he does not yield! The unarmed men collect whichever
blades from the growing collection on the ground, but the unknown Commander
slips in the mud of his own fields, his sword hand slick with blood and rain...
From his steed above <b>Iwan finds his moment and</b>, apologising for the
man's fate, <b>slams the Commander's own blade hard through his valiant heart! </b>He
falls soundlessly, slowly, as his life rushes in torrents into the loam.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Meanwhile,
Elvorix and Godifer battle together: The latter tries to cut his unmounted foe,
but his blade slips as it impacts a shield; the clouds rumble in laughter, as
Godifer takes a blow to the leg in return! Sir Elvorix slashes at the still-mounted
man, but their skill is matched. For time they persist in furious battle...<b>
Many blows are traded, and swords flung wide</b>, to little effect, until
Elvorix deftly angles his sword through his opponent's failing defences,
cutting deep into a Bedegraine rib; to follow, he heaves his charger into his
enemy, who falls from his stumbling mount. Sir Godifer takes advantage to land a
modest but telling blow to the luckless man’s crown, rendering him senseless.
Outnumbered, the last, unhorsed man is no match for the pair of Salisburians;
He once more displays the bravery of Bedegraine taking blows but continuing to
fight! This is of course a folly: <b>Elvorix again finds his moment, separating
the resilient foe's head from his shoulders with a terrible and undefendable
blow</b>. Sir Godifer is relieved and grateful, thanking Elvorix for his arm!
Elvorix offers the unconscious foe to Godifer, who declines and allows the young Roman the right to capture. As the man is secured, Sir Godifer surveys the collection
of swords closely, trying to figure which is his. Elvorix assists, saving the
day again! Hurrah!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Surveying
the battle, most knights still live, and no Salisburian is among the dead; <b>the
Bedegraine are soundly beaten</b>. The captives are collected and aid applied. Freed
from the urgency of combat yet still stoked by its fire <b>Vandagild roars in
rage, furiously decrying Sir Blains as a coward and traitor! He hates him</b>! Other
knights share his passion. Roderick agrees but calms the men some; at the
least, the disputed cattle are Salisbury's for the taking, as are the spoils of
the battle.</span><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><b>__________
Triumph and Tribute __________</b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
victory consolidated, we reform and ride to the nearby castle. Roderick calls
to the foe demanding the opponents surrender; the castle guard replies curtly:
No. Sadly, we lack the force for a true siege. Frustrated, we make camp. Elvorix
remains with us now; the air between he and the Earl is cold and thick. The
next day, we hear: <b>King Bedegraine is dead, fallen in battle against Mighty
King Uther; and Bedegraine are surrendered!</b> When the news is confirmed by
messenger, our foes also surrender. We ransom our captives at once, and
Roderick demands tribute from the defeated. We haul the tribute from the
castle, returning with it to Uther in Bedegraine proper. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Earl
Roderick bestows his many treasures upon Uther, who is suitably impressed; it
is expected that a share of these treasures will return to us at some feast. Prince
Madoc, too, has amassed quite the haul; chests of jewels and coins are placed
before the King beside Roderick’s mighty offering. The King is greatly pleased,
and lets his men know in certain terms. Alas, the treachery of Sir Blains is
not mentioned; Vandagild is prudent enough to keep quiet, taking his Lord’s
lead. Finally, Duke Gorlois arrives, his men tired, damp and muddy. He rides
straight to Uther. We are not privy, but there is evidently discussion among
the nobles; Gorlois storms from the tent, and he leaves unhappy. We question
this not. Soon we are granted our leave, and begin the journey back to
Salisbury, sharing joyous, passionate tales and gratitude among our friends and
allies.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">__________
Winter Woes and Winter Winnings __________<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"> </span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">In
the Autumn, Sir Iwan is married to Lady Alwen, daughter of Sir Branoc, Lord of
Winterslough and Marshall of Ambrius Abbey. She is well educated and Spiritual;
the marriage is not one of Love, but is a favourable pairing for the talented
Iwan.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Summoned
once more to Sarum, the young knights join Earl Roderick at his Winter court.
The usual festivities and rituals complete, Roderick distributes gifts among
his men! </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">For
Iwan: A fine wooden box with Iwan's coat of arms, containing silver earrings</span></b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">
- a late wedding gift, Roderick explains with a smile. Iwan, fanatically loyal
to his Lord, bows in modest gratitude, and will deliver them to his wife.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">For
Vandagild: </span></b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">A servant brings Vandagild a<b> </b>hooded<b>
sparrowhawk, covered in black silk!</b> The Earl forgets not the young
Hunter’s promise; he offers this gift to help, and looks forward to flying her
soon. Vandagild smiles sincerely, and immediately shows the fine bird to Catrin
and Golistan; the three beam with joy.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Elvorix
approaches:</span></b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"> He is last among all Knights. A simple package of
leather is placed in his hands with little fanfare. Elvorix slowly unwraps it
as the Earl watches sternly, his face unimpressed. <b>It is a simple leather
belt</b>. Elvorix graciously accepts, wearing the belt immediately; it is lost
on Vandagild, who still admires his bird’s sheen, that this “giving of the
belt” is a metaphor.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Later, Sir Elvorix unhappily realises he is no position to beg Roderick to
approve a marriage for him. He will have to improve his favour.<b> He spends his
time as many single knights do; He has begotten a bastard</b> upon a serving
girl. Perhaps troubled by his fumble at the Easter Feast, and his poor standing
with the Earl? Perhaps taken by the charms of an available woman. When
informed, he refuses the child. The young woman is taken aback, but has little
recourse. She leaves his hall in a black mood. Later, in dreams and whispers,
the Roman receives evil tidings of a vengeful spawn in a score of winters…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">For
his loyalty, Iwan receives another private gift</span></b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">
from Roderick: He too is gifted a <b>sparrowhawk</b>; yet this creature takes
to him unusually well! Roderick clearly wishes to develop falconry in his court
and, knowing of their friendship, encourages the Iwan and Vandagild to fly them
together.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Meanwhile,
Vandagild’s renowned storytelling nets him requests for stirring tales of<b> t</b>he
Battle of Bedegraine. At Sarum once more, he delivers an exceptional yarn;
spinning enthralling and passionate lines of the conquering of betrayers and
the unification of Britain against the Saxons. Bards and scholars present beg
to record and spread the tale, for it is the kind Britain needs to hear! It
becomes known as <b>The</b> <b>Ballad of Britain </b>and is soon famous across
many lands! <b>Vandagild’s glory grows with the spread of this impassioned saga</b>! </span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;">__________</div><br /><p></p><div>Image 1: Bayeux Tapestry. ca. 1070. Tapestry. Musée de la Tapisserie de Bayeux, Bayeux, France</div><div><br /></div><div>King Arthur Pendragon RPG 5.2</div>Trent_Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07027231462282970568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468481237476887643.post-45290711404398395662022-06-05T22:35:00.001-07:002022-06-07T21:10:23.955-07:00The Heirs of Britain - Game Five<p><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 20pt;">The
Heirs of Britain</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 20pt;">Session
5: 481; Bedegraine Burns<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sons!</span></b></p><br />As winter of 480 approaches, Sir Vandagild and Lady Catrin are blessed: Clutching the Enchanted Stone of Llyria the Witch in one hand, <b>Lady Catrin gives healthy birth to twin boys</b>! Blessed by God, she keeps her blood and stays with them in this earthly realm. They are named in the family tradition: <b>Vandemir and Vandric</b>. The family spend a joyous winter together; repairs from the Saxon raids completed earlier in the year, and the larders are full. Vandagild’s great scar aches in the cold, but the children grow fat and healthy, Llyria’s Stone never far…<br /><br /><b>The Year Turns! 481: Spring at Sarum</b><br /><br />At the Earl’s behest, the Knights are summoned to Sarum for Easter. Duke Ulfius of Silchester (the lands east of Salisbury) joins us at Sarum for Easter, with a full entourage. Joining him are several notable lords from that region with their own trains. Prince Madoc is also here: As Lord of Woodhouse Castle (still under construction), he spends more time around Sarum. He is of course surrounded by sycophants and Sir Jarren. The Prince is openly disgruntled about the outcome of the vote for the High Kingship of Britain; as he is heir to Uther, this is no surprise. The castle is full, and politics thickens the warming air.<br /><br />Sir Vandagild speaks with Sir Godifer, the Constable, to offer help with whatever political machinations are afoot. <b>Godifer is looking for single knights</b>, he explains; Vandagild suggests Elvorix. The cunning Sir Elvorix is found, looking again to swindle someone with his skill at gaming... Alas, the men from Silchester aren't too interested in speaking with him. Godifer is, however: Apparently Duke Ulfius has interests in Salisbury, and wants to secure bonds between the two lands. The constable asks for Elvorix to see him on the morrow. Hence, Godifer expresses disdain for his political responsibilities, but nonetheless pursues his tasks professionally: <b>He speaks to Elvorix of the prospect of marrying for these politics</b>…<br /><br />The Feast includes such notaries as <b>Prince Madoc</b>, <b>Duke Ulfius</b> and his wife, with their daughter <b>Lady Adwen</b>, and of course <b>Earl Roderick</b>. Lady Adwen sits with two women: Lady Trenia a stunning beauty with radiant hair and roman nose; and another lady, the latter of more modest, dignified, and studious façade. Ulfius' son, Squire Edern, is present with his Lord, sitting with us Near the Salt. <br /><br /> Before the Feast begins, Vandagild and Elvorix Orate Gloriously to the pleasure of the gathering guests, describing the capture of the banner at the Battle of Salisbury in great and exciting detail! All present listen with bated breath, enthralled, including the Lady Trenia; and she eyes the Roman keenly from the crowd…<p><span style="background-color: white;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhNUl4AieNgllSf5Yg29Mjdqr-nYpII4twqGXRw4mpODeOxAsvfg-4lGELtqQ5tLRUnZDMOPfdEDgmOpUtYiGJ_of4YhwxhL2jwPamgchOxHzDzcoIJC2DKN47vWAAZHTZc06V_U9UFuk6CYiiLLHitSO5-H7KGu0CSQugIKWExqRTsApqH65TjklFsYQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="1440" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhNUl4AieNgllSf5Yg29Mjdqr-nYpII4twqGXRw4mpODeOxAsvfg-4lGELtqQ5tLRUnZDMOPfdEDgmOpUtYiGJ_of4YhwxhL2jwPamgchOxHzDzcoIJC2DKN47vWAAZHTZc06V_U9UFuk6CYiiLLHitSO5-H7KGu0CSQugIKWExqRTsApqH65TjklFsYQ" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>__________</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>The Feast Begins!</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>The speeches spake and the entrees ate, Sir Iwan finds space to play a game of <b>Gwyddbwyll</b> with a Guest. His strategy, like his demeanour, is modest and underspoken, which leads sadly to an uninspiring draw. The game is a long, dull knight-and-pawn endgame leading to a frustrating stalemate... It draws little attention.</div><div><br /></div><div>Meanwhile <b>Lady Trenia and her friend attend Sir Elvorix</b>, imploring him to tell them another exciting tale, of Faeries this time! He is a little offguard and tells an average tale; The lady’s studious friend excitedly engages, correcting details humbly as it goes. Trenia fades a little, and so Sir Iwan leans over to inject life to the tale; the collaborative effort is passably entertaining! Trenia gives Sir Iwan several long looks through the tale... The second lady, quite comely, offers to share some more Faerie stories with Sir Elvorix. He is clear with her, tiring of the chatter: <b>He is distinctly uninterested in more tales about things that aren't real.</b> Unheeding of response, he returns to his table for some Raisin Chicken. Sir Iwan stays, enjoying (?) the prodding of Trenia's Fae Intrigue. The second Lady finally introduce herself as Lady Eleanora, and remains also.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Sir Vandagild happily enjoys his meal with his wife</b>; she recovers well from her pregnancy, and their bond has only strengthened. As the share food and laughter, Lady Madlin, Ulfius' wife, passes by; she pauses a moment and comments on Sir Vandagild’s fine looks. <b>He resembles, she declares, the very image of Sir Arnoullant the Fair</b>, the most Famous Knight in Logres! A tremendous compliment! Vandagild is humbled, directing all praise to his wife for her fine taste in helping him dress. He returns the compliment, commending the lady’s fine manor and bearing.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Sir Elvorix, free of the women</b>, politely enjoys a shank of Raisin Chicken. He eats and drinks little, as always, but these juices mix spectacularly in his maw, truly a rare taste; he is lost in the flavour a moment… Alas! Lady Eleanora approaches again. Very well, she begins, and requests a story of something that is real then. Elvorix, ripped from his culinary pleasure, <b>makes a tremendous fool of himself</b>, embellishing his story of battle with lies that are caught! Moreover, raisins are flung afar as he summons some energy for the oration and his overactive maw. The lady leaves, laughing, and tells her friends of The Great Fool Elvorix, Raisin-Spitter and Base Fumbler! If only they knew of his True Roman Heritage, they would never behave so. He grumbles alone, in frustrated embarrassment…</div><div><br /></div><div>Meanwhile <b>Sir Iwan</b>, handsome as ever, wanders the feasting hall. He searches not for conversation, instead enjoying the solitude of his wandering. Soon, of course, he <b>receives flirtation from a serving girl</b>. She is a charming woman, but the Knight is soon distracted by Lady Trenia and makes little of the opportunity.</div><div><br /></div><div>The conversation in the room carries a tension and seriousness, lost completely on the three Knights who are otherwise engaged… Indeed, while politicking, <b>Earl Roderick walks the hall</b>, discussing the Saxon menace with his fellow. He happens near Sir Vandagild: Good Sir Vandagild, surely you, as much as any man, has <b>hatred for the Saxon scourge</b>? Your blood and gut laid into the field at their hand, your pregnant wife at home? Tell these Silchester men of your vexation! <b>Vandagild launches into an impassioned tirade</b>, expressing great fervour and entertaining his lord and colleagues! He recalls in fine detail the sore wounds he has inflicted on those evil men, and dreams vividly of many more to follow.</div><div><br /></div><div>Across the table, <b>Lady Trenia is still overtly flirting with Sir Iwan</b>. For reasons known to himself, the latter deftly manoeuvres to deliver the Lady to the available and notably handsome Sir Myles. She is initially reluctant, but Myles is charming and fair; who could resist such affection at full steam? </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>__________</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>The Feast Closes with War!</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>As the last dishes are taken, the Earl makes an announcement: <b>The King, Uther Pendragon, declares a campaign in the summer into the traitorous Petty Kingdom of Bedegraine</b>, whose liege refuses to accept Uther as his King. Thirty of Salisbury's finest knights will travel north to take Bedegraine and its riches. Huzzah! The shout echoes long, driven from full lungs and deep cups. The young knights know, alas, that we are not among Roderick's best knights and so we will remain at home.</div><div><br /></div><div>However! <b>Baron Duach</b>, whose life and son we saved at Salisbury, approaches us after the announcement. As repayment for our efforts in the battle, he <b>offers us his opportunity to join the campaign</b>. There is little room for discussion, and the Honour is great! We thank him for his generosity and approach Roderick with the news. He is openly sad the Sir Duach won't be by his side, but accepts us as replacements.</div><div><br /></div><div>Later, <b>Sir Vandagild</b> quietly, subtly, asks the Earl about the <b>justice</b> of this battle. The Earl reassures him that, while aggressive, the war is justified. The traitors used to pay homage to Logres; they now refuse, simply for the result of a vote. And While Uther is not the High King, if he can prove himself the better leader of those lands then he may take them by force. His claim is valid. Vandagild thanks his Lord, and structures thoughts: <b>The war is an act of vengeance against a betrayer</b>, too interested in their own power than the unification of Britain against the Saxons. He resolves to fight with fervour!</div><div><br /></div><div>The next morning, Sir Elvorix learns that any attempts at marriage between Roderick's and Ulfius' courts did not happen. Duke Ulfius of Silchester is disgruntled about it. At least one reason is learned: Ulfius has earned many lands near London from the King, and Roderick wishes not to empower him further with dowries of Salisbury manors. <b>The entourages leave, tensions high</b>.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">__________</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Summer 481: The Burning of Bedegraine!</b></div><div><br /></div><div><b>We muster at Sarum</b>, with the Earl and exactly twenty seven other knights. We are in fine company and get several odd looks. Each knight here is a veteran, carrying greatness in glory, lands, and skill; we, by comparison, carry only excitement and youth. There are no footmen present, only Knights, Baggage, and Entourage.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Sir Brannoc, the Marshall of Ambrius Abbey</b>, approaches graciously: He converses easily with Iwan, and introduces himself to the others. Those of us unfamiliar introduce ourselves, and he is amiable. We learn that <b>Brannoc is to be Iwan's father-in-law</b>, for a marriage is soon afoot! This conversation does us great service; the other great knights are eased that Brannoc speaks with us, and their uncertainty. He has justified our presence here with his conversation. </div><div><br /></div><div>Many impressive knights are present, including: <b>Sir Hywell</b>, a Banneret in Salisbury, <b>Sir Elad, Sir Amig, and Sir Edar</b> - a household knight of the Earl. Sir Elvorix takes the time to try finding a potential father-in-law of his own, but finds little success. Sir Vandagild speaks with the older veterans about the battle to come; they are not worried: It is a mismatch. Stay close, don’t get killed. They chatter easily, none of the nerves from Salisbury are present among these men.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>The ride is long</b>. As we travel, Sir Vandagild reminds the Earl of his promise and recent efforts practicing to learn Falconry; Roderick laments the lack of birds in this assemblage, but smiles at the prospect of future flights. At stops, the three young Knights spar with the older knights, learning much and winning little. Elvorix learns of battle strategy, and Iwan practices lancing targets as we ride. Vandagild joins any hunt he can.</div><div><br /></div><div>Soon, we <b>meet the army in Leirstown</b> - still there are almost no footmen: all Knights, Squires and Baggage. We wait for the rest of the muster. Unfortunately, <b>Duke Gorlois of Cornwall is delayed</b> by stormy weather and will not join the army in time. We are around three hundred knights; The King Uther decides this is enough and we march north without him.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">__________</div><div><br /></div><div><b>We reach Bedegraine</b> and espy the force before us, banners awave. They are expecting us and have formed at a river crossing. A knight rides out from the lines, bidding Uther to return to his lands. <b>Uther gestures to his superior force and rightful Kinghood, imploring Bedegraine to submit!</b> Furious talk flies to and fro; <b>Uther vows to burn Bedegraine to the ground if they don't acquiesce</b>; Bedegraine vows never to acquiesce. Alas, the crossing prohibits a direct assault. We make camp, passing a few days in a tense, but relaxed peace. There is little to be done as the leaders strategise.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Soon, Ulfius takes his Silchester men east</b> with little explanation. Afterward, horns blare from across the water and <b>the Bedegraine Knights withdraw</b> from the crossing, all back to the castle. We surmise that Ulfius is causing havoc elsewhere. The way clear, we cross the waters. <b>Uther</b> rides before us, his face dark. His powerful voice carries as he gives the command: <b>Burn Bedegraine to the ground.</b> As promised.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>We ride North with Earl Roderick</b>, past Bedegraine proper and into the <b>Field of Doves</b>. We clear a green hill, and find a vast flat expanse, fertile and full of crops and villages, surrounding around a large town partially enclosed by Motte and Bailey. We can see that most of the citizens have fled already. Roderick turns to his small force: <b>Take as much wealth as you can for Salisbury!</b> Men cheer, forming small groups and cantering into the fields.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Sir Elvorix hesitates</b>, and the others ride off without him. <b>He refuses to raid</b>; he is too merciful to the people of this land, and swears not to rob them of their food and goods. The Earl is clearly enraged at the clear insubordination, and growls at Elvorix to at least pretend. Alas, the young man refuses to pretend also: He stands behind his principles of Forgiveness, Justice and Honour, which evidently trump his Loyalty. He turns his horse from the Earl and returns to the camp. Roderick is sorely displeased; this cannot be understated. Though Elvorix was famous for his homage to his Lord, many will soon learn of this defiance, calling that standing into doubt...</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">__________</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPamwmVGURq5KdBYDq6K3ahy3262nvfjfId4VxGp13bFyAzLLXIlxjpDRQa_mrgSvbgxXIQ08iqYHtdnwdkQ74t1ELswoswnQXGZJ6_vw_uYTYEcNYecfp5Y1fNYEaNQmjN9b4pbv-Q4YdSwcAkhJagmBMkLX4hD7m4DXkt8J54NVdPBa3c4sVZ2x4LA" style="background-color: white; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="600" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPamwmVGURq5KdBYDq6K3ahy3262nvfjfId4VxGp13bFyAzLLXIlxjpDRQa_mrgSvbgxXIQ08iqYHtdnwdkQ74t1ELswoswnQXGZJ6_vw_uYTYEcNYecfp5Y1fNYEaNQmjN9b4pbv-Q4YdSwcAkhJagmBMkLX4hD7m4DXkt8J54NVdPBa3c4sVZ2x4LA" width="320" /></a></div><span style="background-color: white;"><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Down the knoll we descend, and <b>Sir Vandagild and Sir Iwan</b> we spot a dastardly thing: There are more than thirty knights in the Field of Doves! We quickly surmise; our <b>loot is being stolen by miscreants</b> from elsewhere in Logres; these lands are Salisbury’s to raid! We ride hard to investigate.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Sir Edar takes some cattle</b> as we approach to query of the situation – Sir Vandagild asks him what to do of these other Knights. Edar is shocked, but has little time to answer: Another Knight (<b>Sir Anyon of Silchester, we later discover) rides forth making claim to the cattle!</b> He was here first, he declares, and these cattle are legally his! Edar, in possession of the herd, dismissed the man; but yet he will not leave. <b>Edar and Anyon argue!</b> Sir Vandagild tries to defuse the situation to little effect; Sir Iwan departs to seek the Earl Roderick. As the arguments boil, Iwan and Roderic soon arrive with several Salisbury knights; as does Sir Blains of Silchester, to whom Ulfius' son is squired, with his own men. This helps little; the arguing continues but with greater rank and greater stakes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Diplomacy fails: <b>A duel is declared</b>, but not to the death! Space is cleared, and the rules established; first blood shall declare the victor. The two men engage, all rage and skill! Anyon's mace is clearly the match for Edar's sword; their shields take battering blows! The duel persists for some great time! Eventually, <b>Anyon counters a wide blow from Edar and crushes a rib of his foe, dropping the Salisbury man to his knees, retching and gasping!</b> Sir Anyon, victorious, turns to honour his Lord; but the wounded Edar lurches forward! He tackles Anyon from behind, attempting to smite him with his shield! There is but a moment to act: <b>Vandagild lurches from the crowd and intervenes</b>, holding Edar and declaring the duel over! The fight was won, and his powerful sense of Justice demands these rules are respected. As jowls and yelling escalate, Vandagild calls for aid for the ailing Sir Edar!</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Another argument ensues</b>; many Salisbury Knights are disgruntled, and the Silchester men shout of dishonour! Vandagild, still beside Sir Edar, holds high his hand, now covered with the man’s blood: Even this does little to quell the chaos! Even among the Salisbury Knights, some men nod at Vandagild in respect; yet others let their displeasure show on their face.</div><div><br /></div><div>Among the fervour, <b>Sir Hywell rides forth</b> with a shout: The Knights are coming! <b>Horses from Bedegraine are sallying!</b> The shouting rumbles to a halt and men turn; it is true! Many horse charge through the field toward us, clad in mail and lances couched! Untimely; our hubris does us foul!</div><div><br /></div><div>Quickly, <b>Earl Roderick takes charge</b>, issuing orders and organising men. Sirs Vandagild and Iwan try to help bring the knights to array, Vandagild's mighty oratory assisting! We form up well enough to be ready; Sir Elvorix, sitting tense and alone with his squire in camp, rides hard once he hears the horns!</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Alas, Terrible Cowardice Strikes! Sir Blains The Craven turns his steed and rides his men away, fleeing the battle!</b> Jeers and taunts rip forth from the Salisbury men: Sir Vandagild, Earl Roderick, and many other Knights call him coward! He calls back over his pusillanimous shoulder: <b>I will not fight side-by-side with Dishonourable Dogs!</b> </div><div><br /></div><div>Sir Vandagild seethes, disgusted by the abhorrence of Blains: He knows at once that this new Hatred will not be easily tamed… And yet, the rumble of the Bedegraine charge grows louder, and with snarls we turn our attention and spur our steeds….</div><div><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;">__________</div><br /><br /><div>Image 1: Image © British Library Board. All Rights Reserved / Bridgeman Images</div><div><br /><div>Image 2: Bayeux Tapestry. ca. 1070. Tapestry. Musée de la Tapisserie de Bayeux, Bayeux, France</div><div><br /></div><div>King Arthur Pendragon 5.2<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #232629; font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI Adjusted", "Segoe UI", "Liberation Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div></div></div>Trent_Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07027231462282970568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468481237476887643.post-75796722233290453552022-05-31T23:12:00.003-07:002022-06-07T21:10:15.547-07:00The Heirs of Britain - Game Four Point Five<p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><span style="font-size: large;">The
Heirs of Britain<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><span style="font-size: large;">Session
4.5: 480, Lord of the Manor (Vandagild Solo)</span><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></b></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir
Vandagild, recovered from the worst of his grief and grievous wound, surveys the
hall of Winterborne Gunner; now his hall. He sees the marks of his father’s
work and life throughout, each scuff and mark bringing memories of the dead
man; slain fighting for the High King Aurelius, the man with whom he sailed
from fertile Aquitaine; the man with whom he fought to reclaim Aurelius' righteous
Kingship.</span></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">And
now both are dead, lain to rest beneath Stonehenge, beneath the Sacred Stones
of the Giant’s Dance; stones that his father helped the now King Uther take
from Ireland. His father always swelled with pride at our superiority over
those meagre folk from the western island. But both those men are dead, and Uther's Kingdom
uncertain and broken, with menacing Saxons settled mere days from these lands.
Though their defeat at Salisbury was crushing, the Saxons will no doubt recover,
and with Britain ununified before them…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Vandagild's thoughts are interrupted by a servant; the feast is on schedule and the guests due
to arrive. He nods gratefully and looks for his Lady Catrin: His heart is weakened
with love upon finding her; she wears his gifts, and her fiery hair rests gracefully
on a viridian dress, swollen at the belly. They share a smile.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><b>______ The Guests Arrive _____</b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Notable
Guests </span></b><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">include the Earl, Sir Roderick of Sarum Rock; Sir
Elad, Marshall of Vagon; Sir Golistan the Hunstman (Lady Catrin’s father); and Sir Amig Castellan of DuPlain and leader
of Vandagild’s eschille in Salisbury. Each is glad to see Vandagild alive, but offers
condolences for his father. Amig gruffly praises Vandagild’s toughness; he saw
the wound he took as it happened, and thought him dead at once. Alas, Sirs Iwan
and Elvorix cannot attend, with pressing matters in their own lands.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir
Golistan, aside, tells Vandagild that his son Uvan is of age to Squire; he
offers Vandagild the privilege; he accepts graciously and keenly! He has known young Uvan for many years, and though once he playfully scruffled his hair, Vandagild now grips his arm firmly; he smiles with pride and anticipation of adventure.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
guests are all brought to their seats; it is noted that Vandagild is dressed
and presents exceptionally well! He has invested more money than is usual to ensure
the feast impresses; it is his first as Vassal and landowner, and in the presence of
great men. Vandagild, as host, sits at the high table among the most famous
and noble guests, as does his young uncle Sir Vanduith, who saved his life in battle.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Vandagild
orates once wine is poured, thanking all present for their presence, noting
their importance in his life, and emphasising how each makes him a better man
and a better knight. He speaks modestly, turning the glory to his guests and their fine character. A joyous roar responds, and a toast is raised in his name!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">In
timely fashion the food is served: The first course is delicious roasted meat
with mustard; it steams, and the aroma as it enters brings many to search for
the source. As we talk, Earl Roderick has a request: He enjoyed the speech and
approves of Vandagild’s modesty. The journey, however, was difficult; the
weather turns cold and snowy; his entourage need good rest. Without hesitation,
Vandagild offers the best rooms in the manor for the Earl and his Knights. Lady
Catrin is somewhat put aside, but Vandagild reassures her that the
inconvenience is temporary; he promises to commission her a fine embroidered
cushion as apology.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjN1tPTjrqSmbJ5xYYpeAhEVETk0-2fvg5YLTkJm9Wcrl8breZ1WQAHJx6MtRkRsmMfKakzYgBRtKYprNgzmxZh8NXQGByQkUa-vTcCRLcfePnlUG0Rilfe2a7gCUhQQf9szMU0O3wSeS2Iq7hxte8TWgVssGr4wLKy0cYhJXJw-ky0ZS6bQ00B_u4YhQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black;"><img alt="" data-original-height="514" data-original-width="755" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjN1tPTjrqSmbJ5xYYpeAhEVETk0-2fvg5YLTkJm9Wcrl8breZ1WQAHJx6MtRkRsmMfKakzYgBRtKYprNgzmxZh8NXQGByQkUa-vTcCRLcfePnlUG0Rilfe2a7gCUhQQf9szMU0O3wSeS2Iq7hxte8TWgVssGr4wLKy0cYhJXJw-ky0ZS6bQ00B_u4YhQ" width="320" /></span></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><b>_____ A Witch and a Falcon _____</b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">As
the second course is cleared, a moment allows for guests and servants to pledge
to their Lord. Many unnotable folk proffer properly, but one draws mention
here: A witch! An older lady, swathed in cloaks, enters slowly, under careful
eye of many. She bows deeply, and from her cloaks she brings a small, round
stone, with a clearly carved icon. She introduces herself as Llyria of the
Wodewood; this stone was from her grandmother, who received it from a druid. It
is a charm for the health of newborns. She tells that folk speak well of the
young Lord Vandagild, and she offers it to him now, wishing prosperity and good
health upon his family! An auspicious and generous gift, Vandagild accepts it
graciously. Briefly conversing with Catrin they agree and declare: Their first daughter
will be named for this gift; Llyria! Catrin caresses her swollen belly idly.
The woman offers that we may need to write it for safekeeping, if we’re able;
Vandagild will have first five sons; she knows this. Vandagild is curious, but the mysterious woman
departs, leaving a strange and pleasing energy behind her.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Feasting
continues, but soon Sir Golistan clasps Vandagild joyfully by the shoulder; on his other arm, a Falcon! Hooded and calm, the creature impresses, though Vandagild
knows little of these beasts. Golistan is proud of his new bird, he received it
as a gift from the Duke of Lindsey! Look, Vandagild, Look at her sheen! A magnificent
creature! Earl Roderick happens nearby, and brings himself to the conversation;
oh the joy of this creature, talons like porcelain daggers, wings like an angel
of the wood! The two men glow with excitement, and declare that we MUST fly the
animal! Vandagild, of course, assents; he brings Lady Catrin, for she is fond
of falconry and quite the talent.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Vandagild,
however, is not the talent; though his love for hunting is famous, he spends
little time with birds. Nonetheless, fortune favours him; when he flies the
beast after a coney, it returns alive and well! Golistan is the better, of
course, timing his release perfectly and snagging a healthy hare for the
kitchen! Roderick is joyous! He laments the lack of good falconry in Salisbury,
and suggests maybe Vandagild ought to develop his talent; he clearly has a
knack! Vandagild promises to do so, for his Lord's pleasure.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><b>_____ A Royal Surprise _____</b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Later,
while discussing the Battle of Salisbury with the older knights and thanking
Vanduinth for saving his life, Vandagild is interrupted: Prince Madoc, Heir to
the Kingdom, Fellow Defeater of the Quintaine at Vagon, and friend of Vandagild’s,
has arrived! Most unexpectedly! And most inebriatedly! He brings Sir Jarren
with him, the son of Baron Duach and the finest swordsman in the land. The two
have brought their own wine, but are in want of more. Vandagild is joyous!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Alas,
there is complication: Madoc’s rank demands a seat at the High Table, of which
nil are spare. Vandagild decides quickly, though not without pain, that Sir
Vanduinth is the only man he might fairly ask to leave; and propriety demands
that ask he must. The latter is famously proud, but Vandagild speaks well; he
promises Vanduinth a favour, publicly and joyously, for stepping down to allow
the Prince appropriate seating. Vanduinth accepts this, though he is clearly
begrudged.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Talk resumes. Sir
Madoc, Prince of Logres, is apparently the Baron of Woodhouse now, a castle
under construction in Salisbury; he will be spending much more time here. He
slurs a little, clearly enjoying his indulgence. While lamenting the displeasure of
having to be so far from court, he almost spills his wine on another guest;
Vandagild quickly, subtly, motions to a servant from across the table, who tilts
the stricken vessel upward a touch to rescue the situation. Madoc, perturbed at
the intervention of a peasant, berates the man a little; Vandagild offers a
grateful but apologetic look to soothe. Later he thanks the servant personally.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">While
clearly loosened by drink and less polite than many, Vandagild takes the Prince’s
intrusion as a blessing and a source of joy. He joins with and Sir Jarren, and
they discuss their recent battles. Sir Jarren, a proud man, speaks little of
being saved by Vandagild’s unit, but they talk of their wounds and recovery.
Jarren is clearly uncomfortable, perhaps troubled by the appearance of defeat,
but Vandagild handles it with dignity. Jarren briefly inquires as to how this
land came into his possession; Vandagild begins to explains his father’s
journey and death, but Jarren tires quickly of the story. Nonetheless, he is
happy Vandagild is around; it’s good to have valiant knights by one’s side.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><b>_____ A Man Who Wants To Stab The Prince _____</b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Later,
Sir Vandar, Vandagild’s giant beauty of a cousin, claims some time: The insult
to Sir Vanduinth, Vandar passionately explains, is too great! The man is family,
and he saved your life; to let this Prince walk in and depose him from the high
table is offensive, and demands recompense! Vandagild tries earnestly to calm
his cousin, but the towering man will not be dissuaded; he wants to Duel Prince
Madoc! Vandagild, while maintaining as much modest and decorum as possible,
denies the event; he will not have royal blood spilled in his hall, on the first
feast of his vassalage, before his Earl and Lord. Besides; the Prince’s presence here is a blessing for
the family, not a curse! Though Vandagild is sympathetic, the two do not agree;
Vandar is famous for loving his family, and for Honor, Honesty, and Valor; the
combination brings him to boil at the circumstance. He is upset, but yet does not
stab the Prince. Vandagild breathes a heavy sigh of relief, but watches his good cousin through the evening.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">While
the night draws close to an end: Sir Nidan, a neighbouring Knight from the
Manor of Winterbourne Dauntsey, wishes to discuss banditry with the new Lord;
Nidan knew Sir Vandevig, but was unable to come to satisfactory terms dealing with
a local bandit problem. He pushes Vandagild for the same, but the problem is
complex, and the man himself confusing. Time is planned to address the matter
more properly, but this leaves the man grumbling as he walks away.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"><b>_____ A Princely Promise _____</b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Sir
Madoc, quite drunk, sits heavily beside Vandagild; his clothes a little loose,
his hair tousled. He saw what happened with Vandar. He reminds Vandagild of
their friendship, and tells him not to fuck with him; he is a Prince and he has
little room for such things. Vandagild reassures the man that he plays no
games. The Prince sighs, and nods. He is grateful for how it was handled; he has
no fear of fighting Sir Vandar, but he is grateful nonetheless. The Prince
demands broader attention, and raises a toast the Vandagild! More quietly, he
tells Vandagild that he will be Sarum often; he asks for a promise for support
in Court, should he need it. Vandagild understands the Prince’s firm need for
loyalty and the complexity of his position, and gives the promise.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">The
night ends; Guests retire to their chambers/hallways/floor, servants sneak
among them, tidying and assisting. Vandagild and Catrin, having no room of
their own, find a quiet place in the halls to enjoy one another’s embrace.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;">Prince Madoc
stumbles out with Sir Jarren in tow, likely retiring to a ditch somewhere.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Merriweather;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiz7wt1UXJ_WkcW4B0oNfVdNbXowXH0CcemWgT7kA56pdtZtEhVgbWXhkWL4Rsdo7T9gY0rUrxQMIr5thS3FtXdAwBWoWJnrGK7y72nhjK6USeuTXw9ncX3gB1mc7-Z_loCvPYm2GxghbWxFJ5FWJzkndSjWNV-ttVClVIWQYXzVSXQxBPpJWJo7tffZw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black;"><img alt="" data-original-height="963" data-original-width="770" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiz7wt1UXJ_WkcW4B0oNfVdNbXowXH0CcemWgT7kA56pdtZtEhVgbWXhkWL4Rsdo7T9gY0rUrxQMIr5thS3FtXdAwBWoWJnrGK7y72nhjK6USeuTXw9ncX3gB1mc7-Z_loCvPYm2GxghbWxFJ5FWJzkndSjWNV-ttVClVIWQYXzVSXQxBPpJWJo7tffZw" width="192" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Gill Sans Light"; font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Gill Sans Light"; font-size: 15px;">Image 1: Banquet hosted by the Bishop of Normandy, from the Bayeux Tapestry © The Art Archive / Alamy Stock Photo<br /><br />Image 2: </span><span style="font-family: Gill Sans Light;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">Sleep in the barn. A</span></span><span style="font-family: "Gill Sans Light"; font-size: 15px;">ntonio Mele, 2012. </span><span style="font-family: "Gill Sans Light"; font-size: 15px;">Painting, Oil on Canvas</span></div><br />King Arthur Pendragon 5.2<p></p></div><p><br /></p>Trent_Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07027231462282970568noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468481237476887643.post-71971430785238227122022-05-17T22:24:00.021-07:002022-06-07T21:10:06.809-07:00The Heirs of Britain - Game Four<p><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 20pt;"><br /></span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 20pt;">The Heirs of Britain</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt;">Session 4: 480, A Battle for the Fate of Salisbur</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 20pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt;">y</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 24pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt; text-align: left;"><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt;">The armies are arrayed, and the morning mist starts to clear. Already, wily ravens begin to circle, hungrily surveying the field…</div><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt;">Our horses whinny, men check their buckles and equipment, where others haphazardly shout their disdain for the Saxon men before us; the nerves and excitement build. Sir Vandagild idly reaches for the medallion at his breast: He recalls his Grandfather’s battles against the Huns, and the stories of his youth: Prudence in the open field; He recalls his Father’s advice: Trust your Lord, trust the men around you. He nods silently to himself, with resolve. We note that High King Aurelius Pendragon has distributed many of his responsibilities among his senior commanders. We catch sight of him, and he looks afflicted and unwell. He rides still with the army, apparently unwilling to sit aside while men die for him. Nonetheless, his condition is disconcerting for some.</div><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt;">After a tense wait, flags and horns are employed, the voices of Britain’s commanders pierce the ambience; all around us, we hear the rumble of hooves and the clatter of arms and armour.</div><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEguf2Dm2NF-bNR6CgoMp4Me9_yDggIXS8b2jJ9IG7W2FaCy40clSRD2RN4XT6bmteRmn3jea-jdmLm5z93WCrgfE6Kg610nBdy2w2hNx5e1UWoKYtqHi1ZdrNDRCpRHn0OyzSMUIiQehxIVuYPE-KZMLDBWNVKxF6zcaehSD4rk7ZmY4Kt9KY7Py4pMng" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="330" data-original-width="508" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEguf2Dm2NF-bNR6CgoMp4Me9_yDggIXS8b2jJ9IG7W2FaCy40clSRD2RN4XT6bmteRmn3jea-jdmLm5z93WCrgfE6Kg610nBdy2w2hNx5e1UWoKYtqHi1ZdrNDRCpRHn0OyzSMUIiQehxIVuYPE-KZMLDBWNVKxF6zcaehSD4rk7ZmY4Kt9KY7Py4pMng" width="320" /></a></div></div></div></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt;">Sir Amig calls the charge! Our eschille lurches as one, the earth churning instantly to tousled loam, showering us all with clods and damp. Wind roars past our ears, the cacophony of heavy cavalry overwhelming. The Saxons before us swirl, the composition before us changing… a series of whipping movements – Javelins afly! The Saxon militia missiles have little effect; our shields and armour hold them out, and our charge is implacable! They are too slow to reorganise through their own infantry… A screaming, churning clash as Salisbury lances plow deadly channels into Saxon chests; Sir Vandagild and Sir Rowan strike down their foes with mighty blows, and Elvorix renders a foul wound on his! The charge is successful; screams of horses and men mingled with clatters and furious cries!</div><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt;">The battle rages, and soon the success of our manoeuvre brings us into a sturdier melee, embroiled against their infantry: Swords and spears at hand, each knight fights well for God and Lord, cutting efficiently through the burly axemen! Sir Elvorix, surrounded by his hated foe, roars in rage his abhorrence for the Saxon menace! Sir Vandagild is more prudent, his Grandfather’s war-stories guiding him to more deliberate violence, thrusting his blade where opportunities present themselves. Sir Rowan’s swordsmanship is very fine; he shatters an enemy axe with a well-time parry and kills his man cleanly!</div><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt;">Our eschille remains in order; moving deeper into the enemy formation, the hooves of our tremendous chargers crushing Saxon flesh deeper into the ever-muddier fields. Alas, the Saxons are numerous, and the hordes replenish before us! Sir Amig, emboldened by our successes, barks orders and driving the unit forward. In response, Saxon Greatspearmen are pushed to reinforce, their long weapons well designed to counter the mass and impetus of our heavy-cavalry! </div><div style="text-align: center;">__________</div><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt;">Elvorix and Vandagild call on their Loyalty to their Lord to inspire them to overcome this new threat, keen to prove themselves in their first true battle as Knights and establish their reputation as reliable fighting men! All three protagonistic knights continue their melee, Sir Elvorix leading his steed deeply into the enemy and striking downward! These tougher, better armed foe provide stiffer resistance, their ranging, powerful thrusts mitigating our impassioned assault. Nonetheless, we wound many Saxons and soon force them back, continuing to gain advantage over the invaders. </div><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt;">To our flank, Sir Amig spots our mentor Sir Elad sorely beset by a fell foe: Chain-clad Saxons with great axes; their equipment impresses! As the the spearmen fall back a gap opens, and with it an opportunity to flank these elite Saxons and render aid to our fellows! We wheel, bring our mounts closer, and charge! </div><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt;">The fighting is fierce, and the foe skilled. Sir Rowan takes an heavy axe blow in the melee, but holds firm and valorous; the other Saxon’s struggle with our skill and height, but their iron armour absorbs the worst of the damage. Nonetheless, pincered between Amig and Elad, the sturdy warriors fall back in orderly fashion, moving to aid but not in full route. A disciplined enemy! </div><div style="text-align: center;">__________</div><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt;">Unfortunately, many of our forces are wounded in the fighting; Some Knights are forced to regain their mounts, and others must quit the field entirely. The worst will not see another sunrise, their noble blood spilled wide by the terrible Saxon arms. Sir Amig orders a disengagement to regroup, which we execute successfully. In the rear, we assess our situation: Sir Myles has been wounded in the fighting, but he persists. First aid is applied to the wounded, and Sir Vandagild inspires the troops and Amig with his strong words - our first assault was a great success, the enemy are weakened! Refreshed, and once more able to hit the enemy at gallop, our next charge will surely lay open their lines, and we can strike down the enemy King!</div><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt;">Reorganised and refreshed, our unit re-engages: Sir Amig sends us to the fiercest fighting, keen to break the enemy morale! He sees a unit of furious savages, their rhythmic chants of "Wo-tan! Wo-tan!" punctuating their prowess in battle. The violence and discipline of their attack is rendering many Britons sore and low! The mounts spur…. And yet, as we charge, a silence dulls the battlefield, as if by magic. Time seems to slow, and those sharp enough spot a single star shoot across the sky, to hold and hover above us in the great heavens. A pause; hooves silently power us onward... A powerful voice pierces the void: "The King is dead!" We glance inward - the great Pendragon standard wavers and falls! Tragedy! </div><div style="text-align: center;">__________</div><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt;">Sir Amig is stunned – our manoeuvre is at risk, and we look for direction: The Knights implore him to make a decision! Retreat? Charge the Wotan Saxons? Retrieve the banner? We call to him, the horses anxious with their riders… Vandagild yells at him to lead the charge…. He blinks, shakes, and recovers! And with the recovery, newfound strength in his gravelly voice: “Chaaaaaaaarge!”</div><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt;">We do! Rowan and Vandagild drive their lances deep into the chests of these ungodly fanatics, driving them into the ground dead or dying. Sir Elvorix catches a heavy axe blow on his shield, his skilful defence maintaining his steed and health. Sir Vandagild has snapped his lance through the chest of his target, and whips his sword from its scabbard. The Wotan assault falters! Surveying the scene, Sir Elvorix sees that we've come to the aid of Baron Duach and his son, the renowned young swordsman Sir Jarren. The latter is battered and bloody, but alive! With a bloodied hand, the Baron waves his gratitude.</div><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEietnkuAq_g47LOUiFdwEQjIrgWv2hzFROPoYLGD1kq-u_lAnqkAPv_Hat-GvsQMpndjAkqwKx8MGPdLAHkA88dN_dSBImEpftdjxCjHmU1EAJ1W6cN_P8570DyNHgOvOFkplvv0O5nWPL-L49MZAfD3XdaxkNeyWvD8B_imHGl3aINrQnB3EoTTpnMhw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="363" data-original-width="267" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEietnkuAq_g47LOUiFdwEQjIrgWv2hzFROPoYLGD1kq-u_lAnqkAPv_Hat-GvsQMpndjAkqwKx8MGPdLAHkA88dN_dSBImEpftdjxCjHmU1EAJ1W6cN_P8570DyNHgOvOFkplvv0O5nWPL-L49MZAfD3XdaxkNeyWvD8B_imHGl3aINrQnB3EoTTpnMhw" width="177" /></a></div></div></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt;">While Vandagild clumsily, desperately surveys the battlefield for the fallen banner, Rowan and Elvorix see a surge of our reserves; Duke Gorlois is at their head, laying waste to the Saxons around him. The great Pendragon banner is in his other hand! He holds himself tall and strong, no longer hunched, and wields his sword like a man possessed! Driven by God and Passion, he looks a man a score years younger than the day before! Across the front line, the Saxons waver, but not the fanatical Wotan Warriors before us. We press the melee, inspired by our love for Aurelius and the great charge of Gorlois! Though the foe are skilled, we time our attacks, and take advantage of the rhythmic fighting of these brutal Saxons. Several of the powerful foe are slashed open and finally defeated, their scarlet torrents mixing with the persisting chants of "Wotan" in the air!</div><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt;">With the defeat of this elite unit; there is but a moment of still: In it, we see that chance has brought The Duke Gorlois nearby. With recognition and pride, he looks at Elvorix and Vandagild in the battle. His horse rears gloriously: He points yonder "C'mon boys! Show me what you're made of. Get. That. Banner!" We follow the line of his blade - Elite, professional spear-warriors surround the enemy standard, nearby with a mounted Thegn leading them!</div><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt;">With glorious victory on the horizon, we assault the banner position: Sir Elvorix picks his target early, and drives a lance into the enemy Thegn, taking him through the face and knocking him from his horse with the violent thrust, unconscious and the best part of dead! Rowan too spears an enemy, cleaving the lance-blade through his armour, ribs, and flesh! Sir Vandagild, heedless of his grandfather’s prudence but yet driven to reckless glory by Gorlois’ words, valorously leads his horse into the dense formation, striking at both a spearman and the Saxon banner-bearer! Vandagild's precise blow brings the bannerman down, hacking through the man’s throat! Yet as the enemy banner falls, Vandagild cannot shift his attention and blade quick enough: The mighty spearman drives his lance deep into Vandagild's body, knocking aside his shield, and punching out his back! Vandagild, transfixed, is lifted from his horse, which surges elsewhere, and the gravely wounded man slams hard into the ground, a great wound leaking red into the churned earth! He is unconscious!</div><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt;">Nearby, his Uncle Sir Vanduinth sees Vandagild fall, roars in despair, and charges the spearmen! He and the remaining Knights of the eschille unfoot and brutalise Vandagild's undoer and his companions, trampling the Saxon banner into the dirt and routing the Saxon army for good!</div><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt;">A moment to observe the results: Gorlois' charge has cut the enemy army in half, and driven many to their death and capture! The enemy King, unfortunately, escapes the battlefield... Nonetheless: Victory! His friends and family rush to his side once the moment presents; Vandagild yet breathes; though ragged and rapid, and is rescued. </div><div style="text-align: center;">__________</div><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt;">In the aftermath the numbers are tallied; The King is dead. Duke Ventrius is dead. The Baron of Wynchbank is dead. Many counts and knights are sore and wounded. The battlefield is littered with moaning, wailing and screaming men; Horses amble aimlessly, parties of the able clear the wounded with a merciful thrust or a makeshift stretcher. Their passage scatters the bickering murders, the cunning black birds dancing from their way, ambling to tear loose morsels from other unfortunate bodies, cawing joyously in mockery or gratitude… The toll is terrible. And yet the elation is far greater. A celebratory feast is set to occur! The King and some of his finest warriors are interred at the Sacred Stones. </div><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt;">Shortly afterward, Uther returns, victorious over the Irish! There is some chatter among the courts about the battles; much praise is due to Gorlois, but some courtiers and knights dissent. Uther is quickly crowned King of Logres!</div><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt;">In London, Uther holds a great feast for his electors, but is not elected High King of Britain! He received less than a third of the vote... Controversy! He is, of course, still King of Logres, but will not be granted dominion over the surrounding Petty Kingdoms such as Summerland, Bedegraine, or Cumbria. The new king is evidently unpopular, despite his talent for military leadership. Regardless, Uther adopts the distinguished surname Pendragon. The young knights are left to wonder about the complexity and implications of this political development…</div><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt;"><div style="text-align: center;">__________</div></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt;">Sir Vandagild, thanks to talented chirurgeons and his famous resilience, will survive; the broad, penetrating wound would have proven fatal to most men, even those of tough Salisbury stock. He misses much of the previous events and takes the better of two months to recover, though he is weakened by the great wound. He falls in and out of consciousness for weeks; when he can speak and his faculties properly return, he learns that his Father, Sir Vandevig, was slain in the assault the brought a terrible end to the High King. He is distraught, his grief and the pain of his recovery intermingle; it is a terrible time for him. Some modest compensation follows: He is now Lord of Winterborne Gunner, and three of his cousins are knighted that year: Sir Baldevig on his mother’s side, and the twins Sir Vandar and Vandred, a pair of enormous, handsome young men.</div><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt;">At court, Sir Amig praises each us before Earl Roderick and the other lords, for our valour and support during the battle. Duke Gorlois has evidently taken notice of us also, and he too praises us! Roderick notices the noticing, we hope for the better.</div><div style="line-height: normal; margin: 20pt 0cm 12pt;">Later that year, during Christmas Feast, Sir Vandagild speaks with Roderick and Gorlois about the battle, and lack of High King - Britain is no longer united! Have we still the strength to drive the Saxons from our lands? Can Uther secure alliances to bring the men of Britain together once more? The discussion reveals little; the two men are diplomatic in their response. For his part, Earl Roderick is glad Vandagild's promises of loyalty were more than smoke. We hear also that Baron Duach has promised us a Favour for our efforts in saving he and his son, Sir Jarren, from the Wotan men. In recognition of our efforts, Sir Roderick sends us once more to Sir Godifer. We will join his entourage destined for Sir Adaris; the Earl wishes for our judgement on his daughter, Lady Rosalyn, as a prospective match. We thank the Earl, and quietly presume he cannot spare his finer knights, as many were lost in Salisbury. </div><div style="text-align: center;">__________</div><div><br />Image: Birney Lettick, December 1962 National Geographic<br /></div></div>Trent_Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07027231462282970568noreply@blogger.com0