Father Brugan, my chapel just burnt?
Sir Cassius
502 AD
Monday, May 05, 2008
Thursday, May 01, 2008
501: A Dragon in Salisbury!
To His Grayce, the Bishop of St. Albans, with grayte hayste be this lettre tayke,
It is wyth grayte horror that I report a fell beest from Hell hath wraght grayte destructioun upon the manor whereupon I tende flock. Whilste I didst not see the mounstre, I have faithfully recorded heer the words of a goodlye villein of Sir Cassius, whose lande it wert that got attacked:
"I wert tayking a lame horse owt to pasture, cayreful-like, and suddens I sees a thynge aint no goode Chrystian awt to be seein'. It wert a dragonne of hell an it cayme all fyr and brymston out de skye-like and it fly and settle abowt my lord's new hall an set the thacht alicht an byrnt to the grownd. Then as it cayme it went, ta westwird, to Modron's Woode."
Manye othirs of goodlye charactir too saw the beest and I am graytlye worried for the futur of my lord's manor. The symple folke always say: Dragonns always stryke twyce in the saym playce. Is ther anye truth to such claymes? Shouldst we abandon the lande for wayste?
Yours in grayte fear,
Father Brugyn of Tisburye
It is wyth grayte horror that I report a fell beest from Hell hath wraght grayte destructioun upon the manor whereupon I tende flock. Whilste I didst not see the mounstre, I have faithfully recorded heer the words of a goodlye villein of Sir Cassius, whose lande it wert that got attacked:
"I wert tayking a lame horse owt to pasture, cayreful-like, and suddens I sees a thynge aint no goode Chrystian awt to be seein'. It wert a dragonne of hell an it cayme all fyr and brymston out de skye-like and it fly and settle abowt my lord's new hall an set the thacht alicht an byrnt to the grownd. Then as it cayme it went, ta westwird, to Modron's Woode."
Manye othirs of goodlye charactir too saw the beest and I am graytlye worried for the futur of my lord's manor. The symple folke always say: Dragonns always stryke twyce in the saym playce. Is ther anye truth to such claymes? Shouldst we abandon the lande for wayste?
Yours in grayte fear,
Father Brugyn of Tisburye
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
500: A year of great loss!
To his lordship, Ulfius, The War Duke of Silchester, be this lettre tayke.
May the lyght of Jesu shyne for you in these darke tymes, my olde friend. These paste sixe years synce the passyng of my dearlye departed husbande, your friend and my lord the Earl of Salysburye, Roderick, have been trynge and frauwt wyth peryl moste grayve. I guard the inherytance of my son with what modest womanlye skill that I have.
Synce the regencye began, I had been given grayt counsel by a host of worthye loyal knychts. Three had risen to the fore, and they are Sir Tremayne, Sir Cassius, and Sir Loric. Such skill they wrought at keepynge the devvil Saxons at bay that the other lordss of Salysburye have taken to calling them the Triumvirate, as if they were Consuls of Rome!
The Triumvirate were instrumental in routynge owt the traytorous Sir Hwyel, Sir Jaradan, and theyre fellows. It is with grayte sadness that I report that two of the Triumvirate hath fallen, whilst stopping a shipment of Saxon arms to the traitor DuPlain. His castle, which once gardded our southeyrn border, is now a vassal holding of King Cerdic of occuypied Hampshyr. Sir Tremayne and Sir Loric wert gloriouese knichtes, whose shouldyrs bore the weight of poor Salysburye for manye years. Trulye Our Lorde Jesu hath a playce in heavvin for such as like these two brayve men.
I am also loathe to report that, even with a shippment of siege equipage from our good friend to the North, his lordship, the King of Sugales, we were unable to break DuPlain from his fastness and had to lyft siege for the Winter. We shall try again come sprynge and with Jesu's grayce, we shall be victorioius in routing the last traitor of my son's Countye.
For this reason, I am gratlye sorrowed that I cannot send good fytinge men to your worthye cause. The defense of Huntyngdun and the East is of utmoste importaunce, and tho I cannot spayre the bone and synew of Salysburyemen, I can send this wagon trayne of goods and treasyre to help fund your good effort. In this I am your ally and servant, and know that my son, Robert, Ryghtful Count of Salysburye, supports you.
For the memorye of Sir Tremayne and Sir Loric, I beg your prayers, so that they may come to knowe the bountiful bosom of Our Lady in Hivvin.
Yours in undyinge faith,
Ellen of Sarum
Countess and Regent of Salysburye
May the lyght of Jesu shyne for you in these darke tymes, my olde friend. These paste sixe years synce the passyng of my dearlye departed husbande, your friend and my lord the Earl of Salysburye, Roderick, have been trynge and frauwt wyth peryl moste grayve. I guard the inherytance of my son with what modest womanlye skill that I have.
Synce the regencye began, I had been given grayt counsel by a host of worthye loyal knychts. Three had risen to the fore, and they are Sir Tremayne, Sir Cassius, and Sir Loric. Such skill they wrought at keepynge the devvil Saxons at bay that the other lordss of Salysburye have taken to calling them the Triumvirate, as if they were Consuls of Rome!
The Triumvirate were instrumental in routynge owt the traytorous Sir Hwyel, Sir Jaradan, and theyre fellows. It is with grayte sadness that I report that two of the Triumvirate hath fallen, whilst stopping a shipment of Saxon arms to the traitor DuPlain. His castle, which once gardded our southeyrn border, is now a vassal holding of King Cerdic of occuypied Hampshyr. Sir Tremayne and Sir Loric wert gloriouese knichtes, whose shouldyrs bore the weight of poor Salysburye for manye years. Trulye Our Lorde Jesu hath a playce in heavvin for such as like these two brayve men.
I am also loathe to report that, even with a shippment of siege equipage from our good friend to the North, his lordship, the King of Sugales, we were unable to break DuPlain from his fastness and had to lyft siege for the Winter. We shall try again come sprynge and with Jesu's grayce, we shall be victorioius in routing the last traitor of my son's Countye.
For this reason, I am gratlye sorrowed that I cannot send good fytinge men to your worthye cause. The defense of Huntyngdun and the East is of utmoste importaunce, and tho I cannot spayre the bone and synew of Salysburyemen, I can send this wagon trayne of goods and treasyre to help fund your good effort. In this I am your ally and servant, and know that my son, Robert, Ryghtful Count of Salysburye, supports you.
For the memorye of Sir Tremayne and Sir Loric, I beg your prayers, so that they may come to knowe the bountiful bosom of Our Lady in Hivvin.
Yours in undyinge faith,
Ellen of Sarum
Countess and Regent of Salysburye
Monday, April 28, 2008
Quest for meaning: Dragon
Father Brugan gave me great insight into the recent Dragon raid. Your Chapel still stands...
Sir Cassius
501 AD
Sir Cassius
501 AD
Monday, April 07, 2008
The Skirmish of Steeple-Langford
Let me tell of the tale of the Skirmish of Steeple-Langford
Where the Triumvirate of Salisbury took a stand...
A stand for order in a time of Anarchy,
A stand to uphold justice,
A stand to right a grave wrong,
A stand to re-establish order in a falling county!
Led by the glorious Sir Tremaine,
A man of great wit and mind,
A man who would bring order to chaos,
A man with a stone keep!
parley was their action,
parley was what they asked of Sir Lycus,
parley was the council of Countess Ellen,
parley is what failed to convince Sir Lycus,
where parley failed, might could only turn the tide,
where the indecision of a timid countess would fail,
the action of three brave knights would succeed,
The triumvirate three charged with a mighty roar,
and a mighty crash was heard across the county,
the skirmish of Steeple-Langford ensued,
Sir Tremaine and Sir Lorek the Prudent felled their foe quickly,
quickly their foes fell, so they could find the vile Sir Lycus,
and whereas Sir Tremaine engaged both Lycus and his bodyguard,
Sir Lorek the Prudent, prudently dispatched them both from behind,
Ask, you of the third of the triumvirate?
the third, Sir Cassius the Energetic,
Impassioned by his love of his lordess,
Sir Cassius was locked in an epic contest,
an epic contest between he and Sir Gade,
blow after blow,
strike after strike,
neither could find an opening...
Onwards the triumvirate felled knight after knight,
Cassius still locked into an immortal struggle,
until he landed a great blow,
a blow severing Sir Gades torso,
a blow which would free him to engage another,
another Knight he had fought before,
A reckoning between he and the Famous Sir Amos,
a reckoning which would end quickly,
and with a simple call to his simple squire,
Sir Cassius had Jevon the Simple, bind Sir Amos's wounds
and then bind his hands...
Onward the brave triumvirate fought,
onward to glory,
onward to the Banneret Sir Hywel they fought,
Sir Cassius reached him first,
a felled him despite his bodyguards blows,
Jevon, bind his arms he cried!
Leaving Cassius to finish off the bodyguard,
covered in gore,
covered in blood,
covered in glory,
the triumvirate were victorious,
what repercussions would befall our three?
We will have to see!
499 AD
Where the Triumvirate of Salisbury took a stand...
A stand for order in a time of Anarchy,
A stand to uphold justice,
A stand to right a grave wrong,
A stand to re-establish order in a falling county!
Led by the glorious Sir Tremaine,
A man of great wit and mind,
A man who would bring order to chaos,
A man with a stone keep!
parley was their action,
parley was what they asked of Sir Lycus,
parley was the council of Countess Ellen,
parley is what failed to convince Sir Lycus,
where parley failed, might could only turn the tide,
where the indecision of a timid countess would fail,
the action of three brave knights would succeed,
The triumvirate three charged with a mighty roar,
and a mighty crash was heard across the county,
the skirmish of Steeple-Langford ensued,
Sir Tremaine and Sir Lorek the Prudent felled their foe quickly,
quickly their foes fell, so they could find the vile Sir Lycus,
and whereas Sir Tremaine engaged both Lycus and his bodyguard,
Sir Lorek the Prudent, prudently dispatched them both from behind,
Ask, you of the third of the triumvirate?
the third, Sir Cassius the Energetic,
Impassioned by his love of his lordess,
Sir Cassius was locked in an epic contest,
an epic contest between he and Sir Gade,
blow after blow,
strike after strike,
neither could find an opening...
Onwards the triumvirate felled knight after knight,
Cassius still locked into an immortal struggle,
until he landed a great blow,
a blow severing Sir Gades torso,
a blow which would free him to engage another,
another Knight he had fought before,
A reckoning between he and the Famous Sir Amos,
a reckoning which would end quickly,
and with a simple call to his simple squire,
Sir Cassius had Jevon the Simple, bind Sir Amos's wounds
and then bind his hands...
Onward the brave triumvirate fought,
onward to glory,
onward to the Banneret Sir Hywel they fought,
Sir Cassius reached him first,
a felled him despite his bodyguards blows,
Jevon, bind his arms he cried!
Leaving Cassius to finish off the bodyguard,
covered in gore,
covered in blood,
covered in glory,
the triumvirate were victorious,
what repercussions would befall our three?
We will have to see!
499 AD
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