The Story So Far
On the way back from Vagon, the squires encountered bandits pillaging a farmhouse near Orcheston. They launched into battle and quickly subdued the scoundrels. At the same time, a force of knights from Shrewton (led by Sir Aldwyn) arrived to investigate. Sir Aldwyn saw Squire Marcus strike at a surrendering bandit. Aldwyn struck the squire roughly, reminding him that his duty in that moment was to deliver the prisoner to the Earl’s justice. Marcus said nothing but stared ruefully.
The remaining bandits were delivered into Sir Aldwyn’s care at Shrewton, who promised to take them to Sarum forthwith. The squires returned to Sir Elad and told them the story of what had transpired since they left. Sir Elad seemed pleased. Squire Kendrick made a gift of the pelt to Sir Elad, who promptly returned it to him as a gift back. At Sir Elad’s behest, the squires prepared to tell their tale to Earl Roderick and elected Squire Pedivere to do the honors. The next morning, the contingent from Vagon left for Sarum.
At Sarum, Earl Roderick and an assembled court listened eagerly to Squire Pedivere’s tale (cheering at points) and then in wonder at Squire Henry’s recounting of his meeting with the Questing Beast and King Pellinore of Gomoret (with the Earl gently warning Squire Henry against pursuing the creature). Squire Kendrick presented the bear pelt to great applause. That night, the Christian squires held vigil in the Cathedral of the Blessed Virgin Mary whilst the pagan knights celebrated raucously.
The next morning at the beginning of Pentecost Court, the squires were knighted and took the ceremonial leap! Their adventure as knights had begun! Their first duty was to escort Sir Gordon to his family manor of Pitton, where he was ordered by the Earl so that he would be healed in time for King Uther’s summer campaign against the Saxons. From there, they would patrol eastern Salisbury with their mentor, Sir Elad.
Sir Finnian, Sir Gordon, Sir Henry, Sir Keith, Sir Kendrick, Sir Marcus, Sir Marcus Scipio, Sir Pedivere
Sir Dagonet’s Jest (Funniest Moment)
Paul – Sir Marcus Scipio’s inaugural attempt at intrigue goes awry as rumors of the wild Sir Marcus end pointing at the wrong Marcus.
Jon – The random court encounters were terrifying and funny at the same time.
Incursion of the Fae (Eeriest Moment)
Paul – The moment as they came upon the Silchester knights, greater in number, and readied for battle.
Jon – Realizing we were charging the enemy and it was for real. Wondering if we would all be riding away.
Sir Dalan’s Charge (Best Heroics)
Paul – All of you took on a foe in superior numbers and strength, fighting them to a stalemate, but effectively winning as you deprived them of their ill-gotten loot.
Jon – Not hesitating to turn back the raiding knights from Silchester.
Hunting for Glatisant (Dubious Decision)
Paul – “Saxons!”, shouted Sir Marcus as he charged off toward the poor misidentified messenger so Marcus could decapitate him. Thankfully, Sir Elad’s command stayed Marcucs’ hand.
Jon – Marcus Scipio refusing an invitation to dance from an eligible lady.
A Dream of Camelot (Best Roleplay Moment)
Paul – Sir Keith’s conversation with Sir Hywel over the courtship of his daughter Jane.
Jon – I enjoyed how Paul had us play the court NPCs.
Wily in Wylie (Luck of the Irish Award)
Paul – All of the Salisbury knights for the wretched # of 20s that I rolled in opposing resolution.
Jon – Sir Kendrick narrowly avoided being burnt to death by a fireplace.
Leap of the Macsuls (Luck of the Polish Award)
Paul – Sir Marcus Scipio was socially cuckolded by his own rumor and during the skermish he lost his advantage when the knight he was fighting simply grabbed Marcus the Roman’s spear and wrenched it from him.
Jon – The poor wretches forced to squire us. At least they won’t be with us for long…
Honoring Those Who Honor Us (Pat on the Group Back)
Paul – The best teamwork wasn’t in the skermish but in the rulebooks. Great effort, all!
Jon – Everyone brought CANDY! Except for Gabe who brought organic snack mix.
Finnian joked that he learned the meaning of Christmas at Allington: it truly is better to give than receive.
Everyone gets to skermish and do battle. I get to sit on my ass at home. Yay.
Other knights quailed at Silchester’s superior numbers, but rallied when Henry held aloft his lance in the air and said, “To Victory! For Roderick!” While other knights flailed about, lost in the flurry of combat, Sir Henry unhorsed his foe and then impaled straight through the ground. The Steward of Levocmagus blanched at the fury of Sir Henry’s attack and sounded the retreat. Thanks to Sir Henry, the battle was ended and Allington’s goods were saved.
It was after the skirmish of Allington that Keith began contemplating a way to end the raids from Silchester for good.
Though it came naturally to Sir Kendrick to slay brigands who preyed upon the weak, it came just as naturally for him to stay his hand against a Silchester knight who had engaged in the same conduct. Recognizing this, Sir Kendrick meditated at length about the nature of justice and whether God’s commandments applied equally to all men, or whether it was subject to one’s station.
“Is it true that you didn’t recognize the prince when he was talking to you?” That’s what many of his family asked Marcus. He freely admitted it was so, but shrugged it off, saying that he had a fine time at the feast and wouldn’t have changed anything. What bothered him far more were the inconclusive results of the skermish. Like an axe lopping off a head, Marcus likes his victory decisive. Still, he took the opportunity to praise Sir Elad – his father’s mentor and his own – who came to his aid in the thick of the fighting. With any luck, Sir Marcus would get his chance at revenge against Sir Blains.
Sir Marcus Scipio
Somehow the raider, himself just stumbling to his feet, gripped Marcus’s lance and pulled it away. Even as Marcus reached for his spear, the signal rung out, and the raiders made to retreat from whence they came. Marcus was seized with fury, and felt a lust for killing in his heart that, for an instant, welled over his entire being. Still dizzy with his own rage, Marcus overcame the urge to give chase, trotted his horse back to the rallying cohort, and told himself that God’s will had been done. By dint of fervent repetition, he came to believe it.
“Father Tewi, you ask me to serve our Lord and the king by serving as a knight. What good can I do? All I have seen is the butchery of starving peasants driven to theft and more, and the worse depravity of well-fed knights who hunger for ever more. Worse, I find myself tempted by these evils. Why should I accept this burden? A knight is no blessed protector of the people. Instead, we are very much the enforcers of the whims of very fallible men.”