I believe I will pass over the last training session Dalan, Leon and I had as it went poorly for me. My horse, I believe has hurt its hoof. And that’s all I shall say on the matter.
We were called to the Main Hall by Ser Roderick and sent on our Knighthood quest, we were to make our way to a nearby village where we had to investigate an issue with a rabid bear attacking some peasants.Day 1: Arrival at village square, lightly populated, serene, met village elder, travelled to forest where attacks happened. Decided to camp and ate travel rations.
Day 2: Woke up early, easy travel back to the village, village feast.. Roast Pork!!
Woke up early and made ready to leave, Leon spotted tracks and we followed them for the best part of the morning coming upon the beast in a clearing. A huge boar had mauled to death a rotting diseased bear, it noticed us and charged.. we all charged and speared it with lances and then dismounted finishing the beast off with our swords. We took it back for a feast in the village square.
Whilst heading back to the village we came upon a band of cattle rustlers who were beating a farmer with clubs, naturally we charged with lances at the ready and speared a few of the raiders on lance points and wheeled about for anther attack, but Dalan convinced the remaining men to drop their weapons, which they promptly did after seeing our excellent martial display and we clapped them in irons and returned the to Ser Roderick for punishment.
Day 3: Returning to Sarem, pleasant weather, although the foul smell of the brigands didn’t help. Knighthood awaited and our Knighthood Feast.
None martially, but I did encounter the most stunningly beautiful lady by the name of Gwiona, who was Ser Roderick’s wife’s hand maiden.
I asked of Lady Gwiona and was told of her previous suitors, but their deaths did not put me off attempting to get myself an introduction. Which I did, but utterly falied to impress her as I made an ass out of myself when she asked me to recite her some poetry, I was utterly astounded by her beauty that I tried to make too many references to her in the poem.. it did not work.
The rest of the feast was me trying to hide my head in shame as my friends did not let me forget about my poetry recital!
485 – Part 2Upon commencing my Knighthood, I was granted the manor at Woodford, a glorious stretch of land, perfect for a spot of hunting and riding with a certain lady, if I could win her over of course..
After the feast we had a rest of a few days, and then were called upon by Ser Roderick to attend Battle for the King.
We attended the battle and were thrown into the thick of it on the right wing. Charge, counter charge, hold, retreat, and then another charge.. I will not speak ill of my superior, but there was more success on the other wings and we were not overly pressured.
It took the rest of the year to arrange the manor and although we had a travelling merchant who we made a small amount from, I spent the Libra on a gift for the Lady Gwiona, and started a Logging Gang on my Lands. I think it my pay well over the years to come.
Day 1: Very pleasant travel today towards Stratford, pleasant evening discussing the local area
Day 2: Beautiful day, travel towards Durnford unimpeded, lovely Roast Pig on the spit. Will have to send the cook for the recipe of the spices.
Day 3: Travel towards Lake
A wandering Monk, Brother Faltan: pleasant fellow, enjoyable company, made a donation to the church and must arrange to visit one of his sermons and arrange a regular contribution to the church.
Day 4: Rather strange day. Very good evening, pleasant lady of the house. Very impressive hounds. Appears to be good breeding stock. Steward to attend and arrange breeding.
With my close friends, Ser Leon and Ser Dalan, upon the road we came upon an Old man in ragged clothes.
Apparently he had lost a goat, and requested our aid in the capture of the animal.
Myself and Ser Leon spotted the thing on top of a hill in the distance, after pointing it out to Ser Dalan, we made our way up the hill and Ser Dalan and I followed the blasted thing as it tried to confound us by heading towards a forest. We tried heading the thing off but it was adamant it wanted to head in to the forest..
Myself and Dalan headed in after thing but were surprised to find ourselves in a small clearing facing a giant as large as two huge men atop each other. The foul thing spotted us and made to pick up a boulder the size of my squires horse.
Well I tell you, we had at the thing!
My charger leapt forth, spurred on, as I was myself, by the thought of the Lady Gwiona.. her face foremost in my thoughts, the strength she leant my arm to deal a blow with my lance was astonishing. The strike was true and tore a large chunk of the giants side out.
Ser Dalan called and jeered the thing so it would focus its attention on himself, allowing me to have a clear shot. It worked, the thing picked up the boulder and aimed at Dalan, its aim was true and caught him full in the chest knocking him clean off his horse.. but astonishingly Dalan stood up, jeering at the thing and taunting at how weak the monster was, making the thing angrier.. it roared its anger in Dalan`s face.
Ser Leon heard the roar and saw the boulder hurled out the edge of the forest, he immediately charged into the forest and saw the beast rip a tree from the ground to use as a club. Leon charged with his lance and dealt a mighty blow which staggered the beast but his lance shattered and he dropped from his horse into a fighting stance drawing his sword. I wheeled my horse for another charge while the beast smote Dalan with a blow that shook the earth.. but Dalan stood, and yelled back in defiance.
Ser Leon hit the beast with his sword trying to hamstring the giant, it worked, its attention faltered for a second allowing my strike with the lance, landing another mighty blow. Unfortunately this is where my lance shattered and I had to borrow Ser Dalan`s which was on his horse still.
The giant hit Dalan again, and again Dalan knocked aside the tree and roared back in the things face making it take a step back.
Finally Ser Leon hit the giant behind the knee, puncturing it, his sword passing out the other side toppling the giant, whereupon I raced in with Ser Dalan`s lance and skewered the giant from its rear end to its throat.
Ser Leon`s sword bit into the Giants throat claiming victory for the brave knights in the name of Ser Roderick of Sarem
After collecting our thoughts and belongings we heard a strange kind of laughter atop the hill, where the old man was stood.
It was the old man, we questioned him and he transformed into Merlin, King Uther`s closest advisor. He told us we had passed our test and we were worthy of helping him in the name of the king! We were all astounded and privileged to be honoured with such a noble task.
We entered the wood following Merlin whilst he made his way to a lake we had not spotted before now.. strange now I think on it.
Before much else had happened Merlin called on us 3 brave knights to defend him in the name of the king. We of course leapt to his defence, covering him from all angles, and then we saw it.. riding from the mists. It looked like something from the deepest depths of hell, something we had never seen before, a man on a horse made from green mist and slime, something unearthly not of this world.
We strode forward as a close group of friends, knowing how each would react, preparing to defend for each other, knowing where to strike when the time came and being able to rely on our friends to do the same.. we worked together as we had done previously, hacking and slashing, defending for each other when we needed.. it took short work to despatch of this foul demon from the depths and I prayed to the lord thanking him for his help in our trial.
Merlin seemed pleased after he had retrieved what appeared to be a very nice sword from the lake. He bade us farewell and we made our way on our duty.
Day 5: Travelled towards Wilsford, weather not pleasing, rained all day. Interesting family, excellent sheep farms, will be sending the steward along to take notes.
Day 6: Beautiful weather today, lovely scenery, arrived at Normanton early and went out for a ride with Ser Ioan. Must make mention of his success with logging camps/crops to the steward.
I feel my steward will be busy after the winter what with all the travelling he is going to be doing.
Day 7: Warm day today. Nice town if somewhat smaller than Sarum. Good feast with plenty of ale and mead. Interesting conversation with the local gentry, apparently good hunts around here.
I’m afraid the steward will be attending here to arrange for a shipment of the local brew to be transported to my manor. He will be busy!
Day 8: Dreadful weather, I think Dalan caught a cough.
Day 9: Awful Weather continued, Dalan received a draught of some sort
Day 10: Weather cleared today, no sign of any old men in tattered robes. Checked the forest but no signs of any danger.
Day 11: Weather terrible again, not able to see past the head of my horse raining that hard, my turn for the cough.
Day 12: Weather turning brighter, still bloody raining. No draughts for cough around here apparently.. Dalan gets all the luck!
Day 13: Arrival at Sarum. Weather cleared, cough cleared, duty over after report to Ser Roderick.
Day 13: Feast:
The feast when we returned was very impressive, and we all had chance to talk to the ladies of the court, whilst talking to the beautiful Gwiona, the band started to play and in my haste I asked her to dance. I completely forgot I am the worst dancer in the land, and Gwiona was polite enough to smile along as I apologised profusely for stamping on her toes!
I thought she may have warmed to me as later in the evening she asked me to dance.. I told her I didn’t want to hurt her feet again but she insisted, so I gave in and let her lead me around the dance floor. I no longer trod on her feet, I believe I learned from the first time around, she seemed much happier this time and we laughed and enjoyed each others company.
My friends are to arrange a gathering of my close male friends where I am to be the “stag”, some strange pagan ritual I believe where I dress up gaudily and drink in excess of an appropriate amount; I think I shall enjoy this.
Winter:Gwiona and I were wed in an elegant ceremony, my friends were well behaved I am amazed to say (after some of the things I saw on the “stag” party) and it was consummated in the new bed I had made for us as a gift to my wife. Happily we are already expecting our first child next year; it will be a happy time for both of us. Even after the bad look I had during the winter where my logging venture failed, my charger sadly passed from a lung infection he caught during the torrential downpour on garrison Duty and my harvest was bad, it still turned out to be the happiest year of my life.
I will inform my friends the love of a good woman can heal all.
Gwiona came with a Dowry that consisted of two manors, for which I have employed the services of two stewards, and have arranged for logging teams to make their way there to start as soon as winter passes.
A Courser with full tack and gear, 4 Libra worth of goods, which have gone to pay for the new manors and a Burgher, who will assist the steward at the main manor as my steward is getting a little old. I suspect the Burgher will be travelling a lot next year not my steward.
My friends rallied together and bought me the crockery for my Wedding Day feast, the merchant had made them a very good deal and I am pleased to say they bought some real quality.