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. :)

The Battle of Nettly Marsh

The spring rains came on time this year. I can't remember the last time this occurred, I must of been a boy at my father's side, before we realizd Thyslyee was special...
I've never seen Sarum so busy! Squires and pages running everywhere! So many Knights bearing the livery of so many different kingdoms. I did my best to just take it all in, not make a fool of myself at court, stay out of the many lord's way, prepare for my first battle this summer...
Too think, being knighted this past winter, just in time to fight alongside our future King, Nentalead! I got a chance to see him at court, he truely is a King among Men! Standing alongside Countess Ellen, I'm betting when we return home, victorious, a wedding will be announced.

Sir Llywell
Spring 508 A.D.

507: Woe to Salisbury! The Marshall is Dead!

To His Higness, King Nanteleod, Lord of Wales, in Carlion, be this lettre tayke.

My fryend to the northe, saviour of my son's county, it is wyth the utmoste sadness and horror that I relayte the news of the death of my son-in-law, Sir Cassius of Tisbury, Lord Marshall of my son's army. As you know, he wert wounded graytely by a cur knight of King Idris' at the Battle of Somerset Marsh and suffered for weeks upon his arrival here at Sarum. My owne daughter, the lovelye and goodlye Lady Jenna, his devoted wyf, tended to him personalye, but to no avayle. In the fyfth week of his internment, his strength left him and he rendered up the ghost to the bosom of Our Ladye in Heaven, Mother of Christ. He restes now from his long service to my son, Robert. Alas, my daughter is beset with gryf and hath byn taken unto seclusioun with the Queen at Amesburye.

The Lord Marshall's considerable holdyngs of Tisbury and Upavon have been granted to my grandson, Germine of the Fey, who wert knichted soon followynge his father's death. He is too young and untried to tayke up his fathyr's offyce, and as of yet I have not appointed a marshall. Know ye, goodly friend King, that my knights and soliders are ever at your disposal, and that I wish only for the continued friendship between the Kingdom of Wales and Salisbury.

With sorrow and hope,

Ellen of Sarum,
Countess of Salisburye

506: Rhoain the Just, Giant Killer, killed!

To Countess Ellen of Salisbury, be this lettre tayke.

It greeves me to relayte the news that your vassal, Lorde of Cholderton, Sir Rhoain the Just, has been killed whilst on scoutynge forray in Somerset. He wert a brave knyght, taken while still young and not yet marryied.

His bodye has been given due rytes and hath been dispatched to Cholderton with hayste.

In nomine Christi,

Father Gwuichelm
Abbot of the Holy House of Perpetual Mortal Sufferynge

The Infant Germine?

This past winter has been quite an amazing one. With the successful rescue of Germine, Jenna and I are forced to accept that our son's childhood has been stolen and will not be returned. Germine has the body and mind of a fifteen year old. The amazing part is his memory is split, as if in a waking dream he remembers both growing up in the fey forest, but also growing up in the court of salisbury, of being a page, and of hunting with me.
The strangest part, is when he tells of an experience we had in his childhood, it is as if I had that experience in a dream. It is familiar and feels right, yet I know it could not have happened...
Germine seems to accept this as normal, Jenna is far more distressed by it, she has lost her darling infant to be replaced by a young man. One who has asked about who he will be squired to. He is excited, and in testing his skills with the sword and on the horse, I know he is ready.
Strangely, an Irishman has come to our hall, and is staying the winter. He has earned my trust and an delights of both Germine and Mary Violette, Germine's "Older half-sister!" The Irish are truely an entertaining people, Sir Ronan O'Byrne, tells the most amazing stories and his love for family has impressed both my darling wife and myself.
Further, his knowledge of the fey, is quite amazing! He and Germine have shared many stories and through Ronan, I feel I know more of my son's experience is the Forest Sauvage...
Come Spring court in Sarum, I will ask the Countess Permission, to offer a Gift of the manor of Timbale to Sir Ronan in exchange for his vasselage and tutalage of Germine in the Knightly arts...

Sir Cassius
Winter 504 AD