My dearest mother,
Only now do I understand your trials these past years, as you may of heard rumer, Germane, has been stollen! Replaced my a hiddeous faerie. I shake every time I am forced to breast feed this fiend, only my determination to hold Germane again gives me the strength to do this vile act. I tell you, I would not have the strength if it were not for the determined look I see on Cassius's face and the support of Lady Gywona.
As I send this letter from a village on the outskirts of the fairie forest Sauvage, I know Cassius will not be turned back and I cannot leave his side. Our first attempts at entering this dark place were thworted by some vassels of Logres, who would not allow us to enter this enchanted place. We will not be turned back, the Lady Gywona knows of another entrance which we will be taking this next morning.
I pray to see Salisbury again... Pray for us... Cassius, has exiled Father Brugan after his guidance to kill the changling, and has not given prayer since...
Your Daughter, Jenna
504 AD
Monday, May 19, 2008
504: A Changeling in Salisbury!
The Gossiping Ladies at Court:"Dears, did you hear? I heard from one of Lady Jenna's maid-servants, that a fairy stole her baby and replaced it with a horrible creature!"
"Poor, poor creature. Jenna, I mean. Such a lovely thing."
"A changeling! Its our new Lord Marshall, that Sir Cassius, I tell you! Didn't a dragon or some such creature attack his manor at Tisbury a few years back? It seems the Good Neighbors have taken a liking to him."
"Heaven forbid! Oh, poor, poor Jenna. Such a kind thing."
"I say they should drown the thing and send it back to Hell! The baby, that is, not Sir Cassius."
[a twitter of sly laughter]
"I hear he's left Salisbury, with some other lords on a quest to find his real son, Germain. That they've gone to the Forest Sauvage!"
[hushed silence]
Monday, May 12, 2008
To Countess Ellen,
With the traitorous Lord Du Plain, properly beheaded and our favorite Bannoret cowled, we can finally rest knowing the County of Salisbury is once again united under the banner of our Lord Robert, but we cannot rest. The Kingdom of Logres is far from stable.
As your military advisor and Marshel of your armies, I humbly suggest that now is the time to look outside our County, for in my brief travels out there, I realize many powerful Lords are looking into our rich county, many with the aims of seizing your Son's birthright!
This winter, under the supervision of Siegmaster, Sir Rouwain of Minimusmaximus, we are constructing the Siege Equipment neccessary to begin a campaign outside the borders of Salisbury. Wessex has plagued us far too long, demanding tribute, raiding our lands, butchering the Noble Lady Indeg; we must seize our opportunity to strike back. With you blessing, I beseech you to allow the County of Salisbury to prepare to strike back at the vile King Cerdic, son of Vortegern!
You Servant,
Sir Cassius
Winter, 503 AD
PS Thank you for your generous gifts, our newborn Germane is healthy and happy. A strapping young lad, Jenna says he has Roderick's eyes. Jenna will visit soon so you may see your first grandchild!
With the traitorous Lord Du Plain, properly beheaded and our favorite Bannoret cowled, we can finally rest knowing the County of Salisbury is once again united under the banner of our Lord Robert, but we cannot rest. The Kingdom of Logres is far from stable.
As your military advisor and Marshel of your armies, I humbly suggest that now is the time to look outside our County, for in my brief travels out there, I realize many powerful Lords are looking into our rich county, many with the aims of seizing your Son's birthright!
This winter, under the supervision of Siegmaster, Sir Rouwain of Minimusmaximus, we are constructing the Siege Equipment neccessary to begin a campaign outside the borders of Salisbury. Wessex has plagued us far too long, demanding tribute, raiding our lands, butchering the Noble Lady Indeg; we must seize our opportunity to strike back. With you blessing, I beseech you to allow the County of Salisbury to prepare to strike back at the vile King Cerdic, son of Vortegern!
You Servant,
Sir Cassius
Winter, 503 AD
PS Thank you for your generous gifts, our newborn Germane is healthy and happy. A strapping young lad, Jenna says he has Roderick's eyes. Jenna will visit soon so you may see your first grandchild!
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
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