Sir Llywell, Sir Orwaine and Thystle

Ahh, the poor Sir Orwaine. Growing up, Sir Llywell was strong and confident, always running around with his wooden sword, beating on some peasant or stableboy. With such an energetic eldest son, all thought Thystle would pass over Orwaine and make a great knight as the youngest; while the middle son, Orwaine having the make up to enter the Church would be shared a life of war. But when the Druids came a calling, they choose Thystle and thus Orwaine was destined to train in the Knightly arts, despite his sensitive makeup.
With Sir Llywell running off into the woods, ranting about home and hospitality; the Manor of Coleridge now falls to the Poor Weeping Orwaine...
A good son and good vassel of the child Bermaine of Up Avon, Son of Sir Cassius; Sir Orwaine will do his best to protect the County of Salisbury, but will his strength of character make up for his lacking strength of arms?

511 AD
The good Pastor Brugan

Lady Adewaine

Sir Llywell, slayer of Prince Cynric, sat drinking his mead. Twas a joyful court this year, 511, the boy, King Arthur sits upon the throne of Logres, the harvest was plentiful, and King Lot and his allies were beaten back last summer with little threat of repeating it this comming spring.
Sir Llywell, an almost-famous Knight, sat in the middle of the hall. Not yet a lord, but a man known for his strength in battle and for wielding a deadly axe. He enjoyed himself, sharing stories of valor and games of chance with other knight of his rank. His miscevious brother and Bard, Thystle the Magnificent was elsewere this winter, leaving Llywell lonely. For Thystle could always set a court ablaze with either smashing success or abject failure in his performances. The story of Thystle presenting Cynric's head at the climax of telling the tale of the Battle of Netty Marsh was still told on occasion. Of Sir Llywell's 1000 librum Blood Ransom the Saxons had put on his head. Of his cutting through four bodyguards before taking off Cynric head in one fell strike. But with no brother around this winter, Llywell was bored.
Bored, that is until a lovely youth lady met his eye one evening. Fresh from his successful hunt of a unicorn, Llywell approached the youth maid and asked her if she'd be interested in seeing the trophy he'd kept from the unicorn. Blushing at the sight of the horn, the Lady Adewaine smiled and took a liking to this knight from Salisbury.
And thus began the courtship of Lady Adewaine of Lambor by Sir Llywell of Salisbury.

GM's Note: The Blogging Age...sigh...

I hate blogging. There, I said it. I've never been good at this kind of thing; I've never even maintained a diary or journal. But I have gotten some complimentary emails about our game, and I'm grateful. I'm also grateful that Isaac, a player in the group, put some effort and gussied the blog up.

No worries, we're still playing and we're in year 512.

Don't worry, the blog will be updated...soon. :)