The Story So Far
Early Spring, 485
A joust was held for the right to lead the hunt, each round mightier than the last. At the end, Squire Henry of House Macsul stood tall, following up his triumph in the race with victory in the lists. The joust was great sport save for an unfortunate mishap with Squire Finnian’s lance shattered and splinters gravely wounded young Squire Gordon, leaving the latter unable to participate in the hunt.
That night, there was excited discussion of the day’s events and a high degree of tension as the Christians in the group reacted strongly to Squire Marcus’ pursuit of pagan wantonness. This culminated in a late-night confrontation between Squire Marcus and Squire Keith, who urged Marcus to not let his behavior ruin the fortunes of his fellow squires. Squire Marcus shrugged off the suggestion.
Under Squire Henry’s guidance, they set a course across Salisbury to the village of Imber where Sir Elad instructed Squire Henry to speak with Old Garr the priest. They rested briefly at Shrewton, home of House Worboys, and spoke with Sir Aldwyn. Once in Imber, Garr led them into the Blakemore Forest and set them on the hunt. The bear was found: a deranged, old, and mighty thing. Squires Kendrick and Marcus were first upon the scene (along with the hounds), and laid into the creature – both with their lances and then Marcus with his family’s great axe. When Squire Kendrick took out his sword to administer the killing blow, Marcus (hoping to discern the creature’s malady) attempted to block the stroke with his axe. They nearly came to calamitous battle, but Squire Keith rode up and beat down their blades with his own.
Meanwhile, the hunt leader, Squire Henry had a remarkable adventure of his own: stumbling upon Glatisant, the Questing Beast, and briefly talking with a knight hunting it…a knight who Old Garr later identified as being King Pellinore of Gomoret himself! That night, a great celebration was held in Imber. The claws were presented to Squire Marcus and the pelt to Squire Kendrick. The next morning, they began their return to Vagon but their thoughts were bent on Sarum and the knighthood which hopefully awaited them.
Squire Finnian, Squire Gordon, Squire Henry, Squire Keith, Squire Kendrick, Squire Marcus, Squire Marcus Scipio, Squire Pedivere
Sir Dagonet’s Jest (Funniest Moment)
Paul – As much as it pains me to say it, poor Henry’s keeping up the Macsul Leap tradition in gloriously ignoble style.
Zach – Ooof. Gotta agree with Paul here.
Incursion of the Fae (Eeriest Moment)
Paul – Squire Marcus being struck roughly by Sir Aldwyn.
Zach – Spotting the smoke in the distance. It could have been caused by anything! Bandits, dragons, an enemy army…
Sir Dalan’s Charge (Best Heroics)
Paul – Squire Pedivere charging the three bandits by the cart on his own. At the time, he wasn’t aware that they would be dumbfounded for the first round.
Zach – Squire Henry leading the charge into battle!
Hunting for Glatisant (Dubious Decision)
Paul – Squire Marcus Scipio dismounting and trudging through the field, arriving just in time for the end of the battle.
Zach – Hah! Agree with Paul, again.
A Dream of Camelot (Best Roleplay Moment)
Paul – Squire Pedivere and Squire Henry’s telling of tales to the Salisbury court.
Zach – Squire Brodrig chasing down the two bandits.
Wily in Wylie (Luck of the Irish Award)
Paul – Squire Pedivere made his Leap, took a blow which his armor absorbed all of, and defeated multiple foes. A reversal of fortune from the start of the adventure.
Zach – Pedivere came out on top of pretty much everything this session.
Leap of the Macsuls (Luck of the Polish Award)
Paul – For Sir Henry, a faceplant in the mud in front of Earl Roderick, Prince Madoc, his family, and assorted knights of the county.
Zach – In lieu of agreeing with Paul on nearly everything, the Leap of the Macsuls award goes to Squire Brodrig, who was unable to mete out his justice to the two fleeing bandits.
Honoring Those Who Honor Us (Pat on the Group Back)
Paul – My understanding from Jon is that I missed some excellent roleplay when you were deciding who would tell the tale to the Earl and how it would be told. Bravo to you for that sequence.
Zach – Congrats to everyone for for a great session. The attack on the bandits sequence was great fun!
When asked why he didn’t help his fellow squires out against the bandits, Finnian replied that he stayed with the other horses because he was nursing a terrible blister. For years after, the most popular jig in Wylie was a dance called “Finnian’s Blister”, which involved a great deal of nimble hopping on one foot.
Missed the battle, missed the glory, but at least I didn’t fall flat on my face in front of the Prince, the Earl, and every major family in Salisbury. So I’ve got that going for me.
After departing from Imber, Sir Henry and his companions came upon a farmhouse being ransacked and pillaged by an army of bandits, while the farmer and his family were assaulted and defiled. Sir Henry valorously charged first into battle, defeating foes left and right, eventually granting mercy to the few left living from his daring display of swordsmanship. Upon arriving in Sarum, Henry was greeted by the cheers of the crowd, as news of his brave actions had traveled faster than his group. As Henry’s companions were playing children’s games with horses and jumping in puddles, he brought honor to his family name with his tale of battle, Glatisant, and victory. Indeed, the account of his journey was so intriguing that Earl Roderick begged Henry to recant it for all to hear.
Boy, let it be necessity, not your desire, which slays the foe in a fight.
By Divine Providence, the descendents of Vaddon the Holy came upon innocents beseiged by the lawless, and through force of arms was justice visited. That day, Squire Kendrick slew not one unrighteous man, but three, and following the example of his eldest uncle, he prayed for the souls of the departed, that they may have learned fear of the Lord in their final moments and that their sins may be forgiven. The following night, Squire Kendrick drew a cleansing bath, fasted, made confession and held vigil until dawn in the Cathedral of the Blessed Virgin Mary, for the following day, he swore fealty to Earl Roderick and was made a knight. In all this, Sir Kendrick reflected upon what was to be asked of him over the rest of his days, and he prayed that he may do what would be right in the sight of God.
I may have been blind with vengeance, but justice ought to be swift and mercy should be for those who show it. The looters were not merciful and were my hand not stayed, I would have (and started to) respond accordingly. Now that I am knighted, my true story will begin.
Sir Marcus Scipio
“Rush headlong. Swing wild. Then bragging and boisterous self-congratulation. Is there no place for prudence? For stoicism? For holding, by God’s teeth, a fighting formation?” Marcus was unsettled by his own resentments, but determined it best to keep his own counsel for the time being.
Squire Pedivere’s Vigil was an uncomfortable stretch. He realized how different it was from praying together with his brothers in the abbey. There, each prayed to lift their silent voices in a joined chorus to the glory of the Lord. At the Vigil, those who even bothered to attend were focused solely on themselves and their future glory. In the beginning, Pedivere prayed that he would be strong enough to guide them along the proper path. As his focus faded, and his mind wandered in the early hours, he realized that this would not be his greatest challenge — far worse was his own slide into judgmental righteousness and his own subconscious thirst for selfish glory…