The Story So Far
493 offered little to give hope. In Salisbury, family tragedies set the tone and naught that occurred after did little to lighten the gloom. The king sequestered himself from his own court and Queen Ygraine was even less seen. Octa and Eosa escaped and were easily able to make their way north to Nohaut. The embassy to Malahaut offered only scorn from the Centurion King and intrigues of a most troubling sort. Only the news of a heir to Salisbury, the young Robert, brought any joy.
The year ended with news of the Saxons moving south through Nohaut and into Lindsey. King Octa was coming for vengeance, for Logres, and for his axe. In order to fully confront the menace, peace with Logres’ neighbors must be establish. Alliances must be made. People look to the king, but he is nowhere to be seen and the land suffers.
These are dark times for Logres. Where the king falters, his knights must step up to deliver the land from the dangers which threaten it.
Sir Aldwyn, Sir Annan, Sir Finnian, Sir Henry, Sir Keith, Sir Marcus, Sir Marcus Scipio
Sir Dagonet’s Jest (Funniest Moment)
Paul – Gabe going the “Rosenkrantz & Guildenstern” route was both funny and helped set the tone.
Tom – The hijinx of the Knights Banneret of Gloucester, of course!
Incursion of the Fae (Eeriest Moment)
Paul – Again, apropos of Gabe’s comment, there was a lot of angst about their mission into the unknown as they set forth.
Tom – Sir Henry is becoming quite attached to Octa’s axe. One could say that it is becoming…precious to him.
Sir Dalan’s Charge (Best Heroics)
Paul – Sir Henry went right over the spot where his father died decades earlier.
Tom – Yet again Sir Keith and Sir Annan nobly bore the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, but it is likely only a matter of time until Silchester blood is spilled.
Hunting for Glatisant (Dubious Decision)
Paul – Given their track record, sending Sir Keith & Co. on an embassy doesn’t seem like a guarantee for success.
Tom – King Nanteleod’s comment about the messengers knowing not what message they carry pretty much sums up this category.
A Dream of Camelot (Best Roleplay Moment)
Paul – The interplay between the knights, particularly Sir Marcus, wondering about their choosing.
Tom – Sir Marcus Scipio’s sadness for losing Lady Indeg manifesting itself into some sort of projection onto his infant daughter has been interesting to see, and I’m intrigued as to where Gabe takes the character from here.
Wily in Wylie (Luck of the Irish Award)
Paul – The characters have so far not offended Welsh sensibilities, and this is a good thing.
Tom – Sir Aldwyn, for escaping the cesspool that is post-Roman London without the usual indignities.
Leap of the Macsuls (Luck of the Polish Award)
Paul – It’s Sir Finnian’s turn to enjoy London!
Tom – Alas! Partner of Wina, we hardly knew ye!
Honoring Those Who Honor Us (Pat on the Group Back)
Paul – Perfect attendance, as always, makes a difference.
Tom – Perfect attendance this session! Let’s make it a trend!
Many knights grow old, but few grow up. They take on squires, ride into battle, swear fealty to the lord of the moment and call that maturity. It’s what one takes away from those experiences that defines maturity.
Annan is waiting.
Finnian wasn’t thrilled about going to a place where the Irish were frowned upon even more than Logres. Still, he took some cold comfort knowing that he would be hung or toasted by his association as a “knight who condemned Merlin” and not for his surname.
Sir Henry thought the visit to the site of his father’s death to be a grueling, haunting, terrible experience that no person should have to endure. But it was no match for a brief trip to London.
In a strange way the returned scrap of Diantha’s dress brought peace to Keith. Though he considered such thoughts sinful, he was better able to serve the Earl.
Sir Marcus wasn’t sure why anyone thought he was a good diplomat, but he did enjoy a good trip so went along with a shrug. They hadn’t died so far, which made the trip a success to date.
Sir Marcus Scipio
Marcus felt he had new insight into the mores of the elite, to wit: marrying the orphan of one’s late wife would be near scandalous. Marrying the widow of a man slain by one’s own violence — not so much.