Hey, let's have some quotes! It's been awhile.
—I'm the gamemaster, not the lord of morality.
—Who rolls 18 on 8d6?! (Hands rise)
—Ooh, Candlebees in da house!
—I've got three wounds.
—You're in good hands. I fail...I fail...ooh, I got that one. One point.
—If Uther had your luck he'd still be alive. I'm not bitter, I'm just saying.
—It's Anarchy; call yourself whatever you want.
—Do we need a stretcher for Padern?
—If you didn't make your First Aid you'd need a bucket.
—In no other game have I ever encountered the menopause rule.
Padern hereWhen we got back last year with the Danish brothers and young master Dryfel, we caused quite a stir, and Count Idar went ahead and offered all the other Candlebees manors if they so chose. At first we thought, Wow, way to reward your pals, Idar! But then we got word in Leicester that the manor Sir Brandegoris chose, Tiltern-on-the-hill, had been pillage and his wife carried off!
Unfortunately, we also got word the same day that King Nanteliod over there in Wales somewhere wanted to meet with Count Idar in Orofoise. Idar understandingly let us run off with Brandegoris while he and Sir George and young master Dryfel, Danes in tow, went to Orofoise.
We killed a fiend masquerading as a knight, the child of a demon and a lady. You know, just like Merlin. We also taught the peasants slaving away for this fiend a lesson, one I'm sure they won't soon forget. We brought Lady Priscilla back to Leicester safe and sound; I don't think she and Brandegoris will be going back to their manor-house anytime soon.
When Idar got back he gave us the scoop: that Nanteliod has taken a wide swath of lands outside Wales. Only Lambor and Bedegraine remain between Lindsey and the lands under Nanteliod's sway. He says he aims to be High King, and wanted Idar's fealty. Further, he asked for Idar's help in marching on Lambor and Bedegraine...since Lambor is Idar's liege-lord, we marched in the contingent sent to Bedegraine. It wasn't much of a fight. And Idar swore the oath to King Nanteliod. We're hoping the king confirms Idar's title soon.
Oh, and Sir Gwair threw a rollicking party in memory of his dear departed wife, the devilish Lady Lilebourne, who died in childbirth.
Brandegoris the grateful here
I saved my wife from a demon knight this year and sacked his town of Medbourne, with the help of my valiant companions. It seems that my poor manor Tilton-on-the-hill is not agood fit for me and my Lady. Our daughter who is but an infant was carried of as well. This fiend and his vicious servants were a handful but we did manage to slay them and save my wife as well as four other noble women which Gwair promptly bedded. AHH Gwair.
Young Merin did as well as he could but was very unlucky. Still the lad shows great promise. He will likely be a great knight one day. I will spend the winter in Leicester with my lady who is recovering from the shock of being abducted and mistreated. At least the fiend didn't soil her with his loins. YUCK!
Next year I will spend coin on minstrels to sing my lady's praises across the length and breadth of Britian. I Do Love her so and thank God that she was unharmed! If possible I believe the experience brought us even closer together.