Garym takes her hand pressing to his lips before he speaks. He wants to say more, but the words will not come. After a few moments, he clears his head of many fantasies of the future. "Let us travel on. The Countess has said as we get closer she has sent someone to meet us."

The journey to Bod Dynol is largely uneventful.  They leave the main road onto a side path that seems quite overgrown.  Arianwen recognizes the route from her own travels decades earlier but it does not seem that the path has seen much use since then.

At length, they arrive at the outskirts of Bod Dynol, and Arianwen appears to be getting more anxious, unsure what to expect.  The road now appears slightly familiar to Sir Garym as well.  It looks just like the road to Twlc Mochyn.

Crossing the border, it is clear that something massive has been tearing up the landscape.  Fields have been rutted and buildings knocked over.  There is no sign of the inhabitants, in fact the place feels eerily deserted.

The pair continue on to the massive keep with which both are somewhat familiar.  As before, there are some houses and businesses around the outside of the keep that seem relatively unscathed.  Perhaps they are protected by archers on the walls?

Outside, talking to a few ragged-looking peasants is the Druid Diarmuid.  Looking over at Sir Garym and Lady Arianwen's approach, he waves and comes over to greet them.  "Sir Garym, good to see you again, and Lady Arianwen, I am glad to see you recovered.  Her Grace suggested that there was a story worth telling here, so I have been talking to some of the inhabitants and she was correct.  Quite a wonder how things have played out already and I have not even heard your part of the tale yet!"

Garym is anxious to continue the journey, but he also sees the wisdom of getting a good rest before venturing forth to face destiny. He suggests first that they set up camp first. After that is done, Garym sets forth telling the tale from the beginning. He considers not telling the part that angered Fiona, but he thought it was important to stay true to the tale. "That is what transpired after our talk at the feast. I am hoping tomorrow to put a end to this sad tale tomorrow. Killing the boar, and hopefully breaking last of King Aelrindal's enchantments on Bod Dynal."

The Druid listens attentively and asks a question here and there or requests some clarification.  When Sir Garym is finished, he exclaims, "very interesting!  I have met Baron Baedd and his brother Gwyllt and talked to them about their own memories.  Their tale differs from your own but in such a way as to reinforce it.  Their grandfather was Baron when a giant boar began to ravage the lands.  Their father went off in search of a legendary spear that would defeat the monster but never returned.  Their aunt also disappeared, sacrificed to the boar, which placated the beast for a time.  However, after their grandfather died, Sir Baedd took over and just recently the boar has returned and their lands and keep have been ravaged."

With a sorrowful look he remarks, "they think that Uther is still in power and that it is 595."

"When you met them; were they still under the enchantment that I spoke of?" More importantly, Diarmud had indicated that he had been through the Forest. "Diarmuid, I will take care of the boar, but I ask if you travel me that you will make sure one task is done. When, I engage the boar; you will make sure that Arianwen is safe. Do not let her interfere even if I fall. I am confidant that I can deliver a mortal blow to the beast, but it will become even more dangerous until it dies."

"No, I only just arrived and the Baron and his brother were both men.  They do not remember being boars and believe that whatever damage has been done to the furniture and tapestries was a result of the boar," the Druid replies.

He nods solemnly, "I will do what I can to prevent her from interfering."

"Then they are back." Garym was sad in a way because the friends he had made would no longer remember him. "Perhaps, it is a kinder fate that they do not know. I will leave that in Arianwen's hands to decide when and what to tell them."


Garym wandered a short ways from the camp. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts for a while. When he returned he bade the Druid to rest well. "Tomorrow, if all goes well this will be over. Yes tomorrow."

The group remains outside of the walls of the keep so as to avoid having to deal with the Baron and his brother just yet and no one leaves the keep to check on the newcomers.  The night passes somewhat slowly as the groups feels somewhat exposed out beyond the walls at night and every sound seems to jolt them awake.

In the morning, they overhear a couple of messengers who are heading inside the keep, who say that the boar was sighted overnight to the northwest, about an hour away.  It was last seen ravaging a small hamlet that was deserted a few weeks ago.

The trio ride out to the area, Diarmuid looking ungainly on a horse he borrowed from Sir Garym so that he would not fall behind.  As they leave the cover of the trees that surround the small hamlet and begin to cross the trampled fields, they feel the earth shake before something very large comes into view from around the shattered remnants of a barn.

Sir Garym has seen boars before, they are large, bigger than most men, and tough but fairly low, about the height of a large dog.  This . . . thing, is something else again.  It is the size of a horse and not one like Sir Garym's charger, more like a heavy war horse like Sir Perin, Sir Dalan, and Sir Gracian ride.  A regular boar is a serious danger to a knight, but this thing looks to be a serious danger to a group of knights, which might explain why many brave knights went off looking for some other solution.

Its beady eyes glare menacingly at the group and then it charges like a bull . . . a very big bull.  Diarmuid stares blankly at the horror, while Lady Arianwen grabs his reins and leads his horse back to the cover of the forest.

Fight, flee, or freeze?

Garym had never imagined a boar so large. He knew that he have one shot at killing this monster, but to fail would mean certain death. He had lived for a moment like this. The surge of adrenaline, and the chance to be a true warrior hero. Strangely, he did not think of those boyhood dreams. All he could think of was uniting Arianwen with her family, and ending the nightmare that she had lived for many years.

Garym readied his Lance; he feared for his faithful steed, Harbinger. This could be his last ride. He had raised Harbinger, and he was an ever present friend. He patted him softly, "Thank you my friend. Our sacrifices today will be remembered."

He placed his shield in position, and spurred Harbinger on. The moment seemed frozen in time as if he was moving in slow motion even though they were charging at high speed towards the boar.

The giant boar moves with alarming speed for something so large and even though it is large enough to attack Sir Garym directly, it seems to retain some basic boarish instincts and goes for his horse instead.  Both the boar and Sir Garym connect.  Sir Garym's horse is knocked unconscious with a major wound, the boar takes a cut along its left flank, and Sir Garym manages to throw himself to the right and roll as his horse goes down under him.

Fortunately, the boar does not corner all that gracefully and by the time it starts its next charge, Sir Garym is back on his feet, his sword in his hand and shield readied as the massive beast bears down on him.


Sir Garym, rolled 2 using 1d20.  Lance.
Sir Garym, rolled 23 using 6d6.  Damage.
Boarzilla, rolled 14 using 1d20.  Tusks.
Boarzilla, rolled 34 using 10d6.  Damage.
Sir Garym, rolled 20 using 1d20.  Consciousness.
Sir Garym, rolled 11 using 1d20.  Horsemanship.
Sir Garym's horse takes 34 - 5 = 29, takes a Major Wound, and is knocked unconscious.
The boar takes 23 - 10 = 13 damage.

Garym did not have time to lament the would to his Harbinger. He needed to kill this beast. Inspired by the Arianwen; he charged forward with reckless abandon screaming in determination. He would kill the beast no matter what happened to himself. "Arianwen!!!!!"
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The boar charges the little man but seems a little confused by its lack of fleeing.  Although it gores Sir Garym, the damage is light and appears to literally slide right around him, leaving the knight standing.  As the boar passes, Sir Garym lands a tremendous blow that staggers the mighty animal.  It is knocked unconscious by the blow but still manages to turn and attempt to trample the annoying knight.

Boarzilla, rolled 17 using 1d20.  Tusks.
Boarzilla, rolled 24 using 10d6.  Damage.
Sir Garym, rolled 20 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sir Garym, rolled 44 using 10d6.
Boarzilla, rolled 16 using 1d20.  Consciousness.
The boar takes 44 - 10 = 34, damage receives a Major Wound and is knocked unconscious.  It continues to fight for one more round.
Sir Garym takes 24 (Really?) - 10 - 14 = 0 Damage.

Sir Garym gets a point in Sword.

Garym pulls back as Fiona had told him using his sword and shield to defend against the dying beast. He knows that if he is not careful that the boar in his dying death thrash can still gore him with his tusks.

The boar makes one desperate lunge at Sir Garym and would have skewered him if Sir Garym did not back up and shift expertly to the side, avoiding the savage tusks.

The boar's face digs a furrow in the ground several feet long before it comes to rest, unconscious.

Diarmuid and Arianwen remain in the forest, awaiting a signal from Sir Garym, as they know enough about boars to know that they are very dangerous.

Sir Garym gets another point in Sword and a point in Love (Arianwen).  He gets 200 Glory for killing the boar, and freeing the Barony of it and another 50 because of Diarmuid.

His horse, which will regain consciousness at some point, received a Major Wound and fumbled its attempt to remain conscious.  Sir Garym will be able to ride him once healed but he will never be a war horse again.

Garym looks back at his poor Harbinger. He walks towards the downed boar grasping his Sword in both hands. He needed to make sure that the boar did not some how survive. Taking careful aim; he slammed his sword down into the Boar aiming for his heart to deliver the coup de grace.

Once done; he quickly rushed to Harbinger. He did what little he could to comfort his friend. Stroking his mane, "Old Friend, you days of war are over now. You will go back to Woodford, and stud many children. Nothing but rest and pasture."

After comforting Harbinger, he gave the signal that it was safe to come forward. "We shat go to the castle, and inform your nephew that the Boar has been defeated. There is much that they will need to know, but I saw their chivalrous heart even when they were transformed. They will fit will in well with King Arthur's Brave new vision for the world."

As soon as the signal is given, Arianwen spurs her horse over to Sir Garym, riding quickly and effortlessly.  She is nearly overcome with emotion at the defeat of the boar and his safety.  Sir Garym is pretty sure that if she wasn't so Chaste, she would be all over him right now.  "You were amazing, My Love!" she exclaims.  "I would never have believed it possible that any could slay such a beast had I not seen it with my own eyes.  Even knowing your courage and gallantry, it seemed an impossible task."

Diarmuid takes much longer to arrive and he still looks rather pale.  It seems that he does not spend a lot of time in combat or even observing combat.  "That was quite incredible, Sir Garym.  This will be a tale long remembered throughout the lands!"

At length, Harbringer shakes himself awake and with some effort and a little help, is able to get up and walk gingerly.  He seems alright for walking slowly, so the trio and Sir Garym's squire head back to the keep.  It takes a couple of hours to arrive but they did flag down a messenger on the way.  The messenger explains that the Baron sends out riders to try to keep tabs on the boar.  When told of the beast's demise, he rides to the site of the battle to confirm and then gallops back to the keep to spread the news.

As a result, when the group arrives, it is to a joyous celebration with hundreds of people in the streets around the keep and in the central square.  There they find Baron Baedd.  The Baron, who Sir Garym immediately recognizes despite the transformation, welcomes them in as the crowd cheers.

"Sir Garym, you have done us a great service and my people owe you a debt of gratitude I doubt we can ever repay."  He looks at Sir Garym with an odd expression, "and you look familiar, as from a dream, an odd dream to be sure."

Sir Garym notices the other knights that he met as boars and they all seem to be shaking their head in agreement with the Baron's assessment and recollection.

Arianwen, who was a bit apprehensive about meeting her family, remains in the background.

"Lord Baedd, I ask you to believe me when I say that you do not owe me. Your nobility and generosity prior to this day allowed this to happen. Together, we did share a dream, or what seemed to be a dream caused by an enchantment casted by the Faerie King Aelrindal. What I tell you will seem to be a tale of fantasy, but I swear upon my honor that what I will reveal is nothing but the truth." Garym brings Arianwen forward. "This is the daughter of Baron Marshlew, Lady Arianwen. Your father was her older brother. She sacrificed herself to King Aelrindal so that this day may happen."

Garym goes on to tell the tale from the day he discovered Arian until his arrival at the Baron's castle after killing the boar. "Lady Arianwen, feels responsible for the enchantments placed on this barony, but I know now that just as our savior had to be sacrificed to fulfil the Lord's glory this to had to happen to rid the world of this demon spawned boar. The fulfillment of Prophecy. Each of us playing a vital part to make it happen."

At mention of Arianwen, a number of the older people in the crowd gasp and as she is brought forward there are murmurs along the lines of "the Lost Princess!" and "it IS her!"  Even Baedd and Gwyllt show instant recognition of their aunt and immediately bow to her.  With the outpouring of love and support, Arianwen transforms back into the Noble Baroness that Sir Garym saw for a little while on the Other Side.

As Sir Garym tells his tale the people of the Barony are transfixed, hanging on his every word.  There is laughter and gasps, hissing at the Faerie King's jokes, and astonishment at the death of the boar.  As the tale winds to a close, there is a sort of stunned silence before the crowd erupts into cheers.

At length, the Baron calls for silence and when everyone has calmed down enough that Lord Baedd can be heard, he says, "you say that without the help of others, this victory would not have been possible but you vastly understate your own part in this.  My father, Sir Gwraid, was a mighty warrior and leader of men and yet you succeeded where he failed.  In fact, you not only succeeded at his task but at reversing the price of his failure as well.  And unlike my father, who took what was not his, you have succeeded through honesty, valor, and compassion."

There is a fresh set of cheers from the crowd and it takes some time before the Baron is able to calm people down once more.  "In recognition of everything that you have done for our lands," he goes on, "I offer you my Aunt's hand in marriage and to make you my heir."

Sir Garym gets points in Honest, Modest, and Valorous.

Garym is talking to the King Baedd, but his eyes are transfixed on the beauty that is Arianwen. He walks to her dropping to one knee. "My lord, I would accept your kind offer, but in the end the choice is Lady Arianwen. I know that I love her, and she has said the same of me. Less than one year prior, I was at a feast where Queen Guinevere announced her Court of Love. I did not understand what it was, but I stand before your court a changed man by love. In honor of the Court of Love, I must ask for the hand of the Lady I love. Under the Court of Love, a Maiden is not a prize to be won, but a gift that must be given by the Maiden herself. Arianwen, you are my heart. You are the reason I was born. Just like the prophecy that I would fight the boar. Our love was foretold in the heavens above. I ask that if you would have me I would be your husband."

"Rise, Sir Garym," Arianwen replies, "for it is I that should be kneeling at your feet pleading for your hand.  Decades ago I was engaged to marry the Count of Hereford and it was an excellent match for the Barony, one that would bring an alliance with a powerful County and I felt overwhelmed by my own inadequacy in the bargain.  But now I understand what true nobility is and I feel once more unworthy of the prospect of marriage but this time to a humble knight who can lead these lands not with wealth but with courage and benevolence."

Taking Sir Garym's hands in her own she says, "I love you, Sir Garym, and I have no greater aspiration than to be your wife."

Garym was lost in the moment. He kisses her hand as the joy of her answer overwhelms him. He whispers softly to her. "I love you. I love you."

Once he has recovered from the most joyous moment in his life, he turns back to Baron Baedd. "I ask one last thing, my Lord. These are the days of King Arthur, when we shall reach for the stars! He has a vision that is larger than one man. He believes violence is NOT strength, and compassion is NOT weakness! I ask you humbly to allow me to take the words of your fealty to King Arthur. He will welcome you gladly to his court like a long lost brother."

OOC: Took part of my words from Camelot. Arthur's words after knighting the boy in final scene.
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The Baron readily agrees and proclaims that there shall be a feast in Sir Garym's honor on the morrow to celebrate the return of the Lost Princess, her engagement to Sir Garym 'The Brave,' and the removal of the menace of the boar.

The Barony, though once prosperous, has fallen on grave times as a result of the boar ravaging the fields and the destruction of much of the furnishings and such during the Boar Curse.  It will probably take a couple of years to normalize the place.

Sir Garym is put up in the keep overnight.

Garym knows that he needs both rest and sleep. He seeks the bath chambers from his dream hoping that it is still not oozes mud. After bathing, he sleeps for tomorrows feast.

The next day, he tries to speak with the steward to see if there is any value in tusks of the boar. If there is he wants to give them to the Baron for the purpose of helping his kingdom recover.


OOC: Garym has nothing he needs to do before feast. Not certain if you want to play out or move forward pass that.

The baths are no longer filled with mud but like most things in the keep, they are not what they once were, either.  Still, it is relaxing and it helps Sir Garym to unknot the muscles in his shoulders and back.  He sleeps fitfully and prepares for the feast.

As the time for the feast grows near, Sir Garym is led to Arianwen's rooms, her old rooms, where he finds her dressed in Baronial Finery that fits her as if made for her.  If he knew more about fashion, he would note that it was rather dated but he is blind to any such concerns.  She is a vision to behold, seeming to glow with an inner light just like when he first saw her after she was released from the Fae realm.  She accepts his arm and the two go to the main hall.

The place is decorated once more with tapestries that seem to fit the spaces and depict scenes from the Barony's glorious past.  There are cloths on the tables that hide the fact that the legs were cut short and the tables are now sitting on blocks.  A fanfare sounds upon their entrance and the two are introduced to the assemblage and led to the Baron's table.

The boar tusks are trophies more than things of real value.  They have value to Sir Garym because they are symbols of his glorious defeat of the boar but anyone else that had them would just have a pair of tusks for the most part.  It is like an Olympic medal in that sense, the real value is what it symbolizes.

The Barony is not without funds, it is a matter of time more than resources.  You can't just throw some gold at a field and hope it will recover.  ;)

Garym noticeably drinks in the sight of Arianwen. Last night and now seemed more a bedtime story for children, but he knew it was reality. She was to become his wife, and he was now the heir to a Barony. In his wildest dreams; he never thought that this would even be possible, but he stood in front of one of the most beautiful women in the world. "My dear, you look lovely tonight."

As Garym let her up to the Baron's table; he scanned the court looking for those that he had met in before the change. Hua and Gwylit were his friends even if they did not remember him. Before taking his place at the table, he formally greeted Lord Baedd. "Your Lordship, I thank you for this feast."