The Earl Orwaine

It was an epic year, 524 AD. The Weeping Sir Orwaine led a small force into the county of Rydychan to overthrow the foul usurper Sir Basil and his followers. Aided by his longtime companion and friend, Sir Sisbert; the young and brash Sir Rhun, the pious White Knight, and the Family Ding Dong, Sir Orwaine forced his way into the Castle Wallingford before felling the vile Sir Basil.
As the winter nights grew long, Sir Orwaine married the Lady Fee Fluries, was ennobled as the new Earl of Rydychan, bestowed a seige at the Table round. No longer a simple Companion of Arthur, Earl Orwaine would sit as a Brother and equal among the greatest knights in the land.
But as the spring thaw grew near, the Roman Tribune came seeking tribute and preparations for a new war went quickly into action. Orwaine's love of Arthur overcame his hospitality as he was physically restrained to keep from charging the Roman cur. Despite his anger, with a new county to oversee, Earl Orwaine choose to stay behind to oversee and protect the kingdom of Logres.
As the first signs of spring began showing, our new Earl began his progress of his lands only to hear news that one of his watchtowers was burnt. Dispatching Sisbert, the newly ennobled Baronnet of Oxford, the young Ganis man Tulga, and the young Salisbury Baronnet, Sir Bermaine of Up Avon.
Riding swiftly to the the watchtower our three young knights, encountered 5 knights of Lambor. In the quickly expanding forest sauvage, things were not as they seemed; convinced our three young knights were the enemy from Wuerensis, the dishonorable Sir Horspool of Lambor broke his word and overmatched our three knights, taking them captive and returning to Lambor.
Luckily Bermaine's two squires fled to our lord Orwaine to report of the treachery. Enraged and fearing for his closest friend, Sir Sisbert; Earl Orwaine stopped his progress and traveled immediately to the Baron of Lambor to negotiate his men's freedom. After failing to convince the Baron of the mistake, Orwaine pledged to pay the ransom, but to avenge his brother's defeat, he challenged the vile Horspool to a duel. Risking his life and capture, Orwaine met Horspool lance to lance.
By the second pass, Orwaine's lance struck deep, but the champion of Lambor would not surrender, instead facing Orwaine's third lance. The third struck true and deep, slaying Horspool before he fell to the ground. A round table knight is not one to take lightly, even one beginning to show the signs of age.
Winter court was not a happy one for our Earl of Rydychan, without his closest friend, Sisbert, he went to his King Arthur for justice. The King, fearful of war between his counties while making preparations for war on the continent; the King forced Earl Orwaine to pledge he would not seek to take Lambor.
Agreeing to, but not satified that justice was done, our Earl Orwaine returned from Camelot to plot his vengence!

The Ballad of Sir Llywell

The ballad of Sir Llywell
By Thystle the Magnificent 519AD

The brave Sir Llywell born in a time of anarchy
He faught for Cymree, for valor, for salisbury
The Saxons he hated
Prince Cynrics head he lifted

His brother Orwaine,
The weeping was his name
Struck by the vile Sir Marious
A blow, which open would stay
Until dead, Sir Marious did lay
Our hero, full of family rage and force
Took Sir Marious's head, and his Horse
He named the horse, Lil Marious
He did daggle the head on his horse

Sir Llywell faught with such force
At the battle of Badons he faught
A many saxons did he get his fill
Off his rage and justice he would kill
Until our poor hero found his bane
In King Aella the deadly dane

Sir Llywell our Hero of Salisbury
Would be remembered by all for his fury

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. :)