Brother Taman smiles pleasantly at the knights' questions, answering each in turn.  "Ever since the Dolorous Stroke, all the lands around here have slowly withered and died.  All of the other brothers and the abbot himself became despondent and wandered off.  Only I remain, maintaining the abbey in confidence that, one day, the land will be redeemed and the abbey will flourish again."

Nodding knowingly, he goes on, "yes, I know of the Queen of the Wastelands.  She is only half a day's ride from here.  If you like, I can lead you to her in the morning.  Finding one's way in this blighted land can be difficult and perilous," he suggests.

With a sad shake of the head he continues, "I am afraid that there is no one here but me and I have no skill at medicine."  Indicating the wine he offers, "but the wine will warm you on such a cold and damp knight and revive your spirits."

"This abbey is dedicated to God," he replies simply, bowing his head slightly as he does so.

Next steps:

The brother has offered wine and food.  You may drink and eat or roll versus Suspicious or Temperate if you do not wish to partake.  If you wish to speak more to Brother Taman, you can once the meal is over.

Too tired, too wet, too cold and too hungry to argue or be suspicious Sir Gracian eagerly started to eat. It felt good to be out of the rain and even though this place was chilling and strange it was better than to sleep in some ruined barn or out in the rain.

"So how come you did not leave with your brothers and abbot, Brother Taman. Surely it must feel strange to walk these halls all alone?" he asked after a while. Brother Taman made him curious.

Trying to hide his disappointment that there was no healer present Sir Dalan took to the wine and food like a hungry duck to breadcrumbs dropped by some some fair damsel. He did try and listen in to Brother Taman's reply however.

The food is meager, although the knights can supplement it from their own supplies.  The wine, however, is very good.  Sir Caradwg remains suspicious of Brother Taman and declines sustenance but Dalan, Gracian and Tyngyr all eat and drink, while Brother Taman explains, "although the land is now a fell place, I have faith that it will return to its former glory one day and I will continue to maintain the abbey until it does."

Sir Tyngyr compliments Brother Taman on the wine, which is quite delicious.  "Yes, it is very good.  It comes from our sister abbey in Marseilles.  Sadly, there is not much left and I do not expect more given the state of things here," Brother Taman replies a little sadly.

With the meal over, the knights are getting sleepy and at the first yawn, Brother Taman gets up and announces, "you have had a long day and this place can drain the energy from the most energetic knight.  Come, I have rooms for you to rest and in the morning I will lead you to the Queen of the Wasteland."

Absent any objections, the knights are led through a door to a corridor with five other doors.  Brother Taman indicates four for the knights and bids them good night before entering his own room and closing and barring his door.  No sounds emerge from his room once the Brother goes to bed.

Next steps:

There is a room for each knight with a simple bed, a small table, and a couple of pegs on the wall.  You can hang out in your room and go to sleep or not, hang out in a group somewhere, explore the abbey (which turns out to consist of the room in which you ate and the corridor and its rooms you are now in), or flee into the night.

Sir Gracian went to bed. The place was eerily silent except for the sound of the storm outside the windows but Sir Gracian was exhausted. He was certain his good squire had tended to the horses and probably slept in the barn with the other squires so there was nothing to worry about.

Nothing at all - yet still he slept with his sword next to the bed. Just in case.

At the word that the wine was so rare and doubtful to be replinished Sir Dalan hesitated, then refused a second cup to allow the poor monk some reserves. After his repaste he retired to bed, still weary from the tournament and far from the whole of his health.

As the monk led him to his room for the night, Caradwg said, "Thank you, Brother Taman, your hospitality would put many a knight to shame.  Do you have any books remaining?  I'd love to get in a little bit of reading before going to sleep."    He smiled kindly at the monk and hoped for an affirmative while expecting a negative answer.

Sir Tyngyr bids the others good night and heads into his own room.  Soon, Sir Tyngyr, Sir Gracian, and Sir Dalan are all asleep.  The dread landscape and storm having taken their toll on the knights.

Smiling apologetically, Brother Taman shakes his head, "I am afraid there is naught left here but me, the abbey, and a bit of food and wine.  The others even took the crosses from the walls," he motions to the bare walls.  He then heads to his own room and the abbey is quiet, with only the sounds of the storm outside breaking the silence.

Eventually, Sir Caradwg also falls asleep and the abbey is silent, with just the remnants of the storm providing some background noise.

Once all of the knights are asleep, a cowled figure appears in Sir Dalan's room.  Her soft touch caresses the unconscious knight and she has her way with him.  In the morning, Sir Dalan awakes feeling slightly weaker (2 hp damage), remembering only an erotic but strangely disturbing dream.

Soon after, the figure appears in Sir Gracian's room with similar results.  In the morning, Sir Gracian awakes feeling slightly weaker (5 hp damage), remembering only an erotic but strangely disturbing dream.

Next is Sir Tyngyr, who is awakened by the soft caress.  The young knight sits up as the cowl is drawn back to reveal a beautiful woman with deep, dark eyes.  "Sir Tyngyr," she croons, "I have long awaited your coming."  She lays a hand gently on Sir Tyngyr's chest and pushes him back down on the bed.  Although he is sure that this is a bad idea, he is unable to resist Theodora the Succubus and like the others, awakes in the morning feeling slightly weaker (2 hp damage), remembering a beautiful face and an erotic but strangely disturbing dream.

Finally is Sir Caradwg, who is likewise awakened by the gentle touch.  Sir Caradwg sits up as the cowl is drawn back to reveal a gorgeous young woman with lusterous hair and dark eyes.  "Sir Caradwg," comes her alluring voice, "I have long awaited your coming."  She lays a hand gently on Sir Caradwg's chest and pushes him back down on the bed.  He is unable to resist the Succubus and like the others, awakes in the morning feeling slightly weaker (5 hp damage), remembering a beautiful woman and an erotic but strangely disturbing dream.

In the morning, the four knights find themselves lying in a field, their squires and horses nearby but no sign of the abbey, Brother Taman, or . . . anyone else.

OOC:  The knights find no additional information about Brother Taman but perhaps will figure out that the cowled woman was a succubus.  A successful Pious roll awakens the knight who could attempt to roll his Chaste versus Theodora's Lustful.  Failure results in her stealing d6 health.  Dalan and Gracian failed their Pious, while Tyngyr and Caradwg were successful with Chaste but were overcome by Theodora's Lustful.

Sir Dalan - Lose 2 hp.
Sir Gracian - Lose 5 hp, gain +1 to Worldly for fumbling your Pious roll.
Sir Tyngyr - Lose 2 hp, gain +1 to Pious for criticaling your Pious roll.
Sir Caradwg - Lose 5 hp, gain experience check in Pious and Chaste (if you attempted to resist Theodora).

Feeling well rested but a bit weaker, the four companions set out across the tractless Wasteland in search of the Queen of the Wasteland.  They wander throughout the day seeing little but rot and decay.  In the late afternoon they spot a small village in the distance.  The village consists of a collection of buildings but there is no sign of life, human or animal.

Approaching the village, a knight rides out toward the group.  He is wearing heavy chain, which is well maintained, but the rest of his gear is frayed and weathered.  He sits astride a ragged-looking charger, whose gear appears to be in poor shape.

Behind the knight, on foot, is his squire.  The squire appears to be in his 30s and wears ragged clothing.  His age bespeaks a man who has dedicated his life to being a squire.  He carries several lances and a morning star.

The knight stops his horse some distance from the group and immediately hurls a challenge, "I am the Guardian of Olbray and, as my liege has charged me, I defend this village with my life.  Turn about or meet me in mortal combat."

OOC: Sir Gracian recognizes the knight as Sir Vardilain the Staunch of Listeneise.  He has heard that Sir Vardilain has 3000+ glory is an accomplished warrior (Lance/Horsemanship/Morning Star > 16) and has a significant (20+) loyalty to his liege.

Sir Gracian - +1 to Heraldry for rolling a critical success.

Next Steps:

Feel free to chronicle your day, including thoughts on the prior night (Sir Caradwg can decide whether or not he attempted to resist Theodora's charms, although sadly her desire for him was too great).  It is starting to get dark and although not stormy out, it would be nice to have shelter for the night.  You can talk to Sir Vardilain, accept his challenge, attempt to ride toward the village, or turn around.

Sir Dalan looks more exhausted than ever and has an increasingly melancholy air the nature of the surroundings does little to disapate. "I could at least have finished off his wine," he mutters to himself darkly.

He rides on in silence (though he does grow more bitter if anyone actually describes the fair yet evil Theodora.) Once they at Olbray the knight's expression grows stern and he rides forward.

"Noble knight, where I in my health I would gladly accept your challenge but you see I am in no health to fight you now. Can this challenge be postponed to a later date when you and I may meet as brothers in arms and cross weapons with honour?"

Though a bit weary, Caradwg almost seemed cheery.  The strange dream, if it was a dream, left him feeling drained, but in a strange way, fulfilled.  He knew that the dream woman left totally satisfied.

"Cheer up Sir Dalan.  Though this place be gloomy, there is no need for you to be.  You have stout friends by your side," Caradwg said.  As he finished he saw the horseman approaching and listened to his challenge and to Dalan's response.

When Dalan had finished he said, in a friendly tone, "Good Knight, we are weary travellers looking for a place to sleep for the night.  We mean you and your village no harm, but were hoping for somewhere warm to get the chill out.  Could you, per chance, see it in your heart to let weary travellers get warm and rested?" 


OOC:  I can't really see Caradwg resisting a beautiful seductress, especially one that he might even believe was a dream...so he made sure she was well taken care of and that if probably why I lost more HP

Sir Gracian was exhausted and cursed his bad luck. It was a combination of it all - the Wasteland, the disappearing monastery, the nightly dreams that left him exhausted beyond belief. The whole ordeal was almost too much for the young knight and the weather didnt make it any better.

He had been silent all day until they were approached by the knight infront of the village. He raised his hand in greeting and spoke out loudly. "Well met, Sir Vardilain, also known as the Staunch of Listeneise. It is an honor to meet a knight whose honor is praised by bards through out the land. We wish you no ill and we come here in peace."

Sir Tyngyr, never a particularly talkative type, seems unusually quiet.  In fact, the overnight encounter weighs rather heavily on the knight.  He is somewhat old fashioned in his morals perhaps and the encounter leaves him feeling somewhat . . . unclean.

Seeing the town raises his spirits somewhat as he has little desire to spend the night out in the open.  However, the knight's challenge seems a little more than a friendly contest of honor.  "We seek the Queen of the Wasteland, Sir Vardilain.  Do you know aught of her whereabouts?" he asks.

As long as the knights do not press forward, Sir Vardilain does not seem inclined to attack.  However, he gives no sign of welcoming the newcomers either.

"None may proceed farther, I will fight any who dare try.  I will be here until relieved or slain," he says defiantly.  "You are free to go elsewhere, you may simply not enter the village of Olbray."  Looking at Sir Tyngyr he says, "I have not heard of any Queen of the Wasteland."

OOC:  Sir Caradwg thinks that the knight appears to be somewhat unhinged.  If nothing else, he seems a little too adamant about preventing anyone from entering as opposed to simply making sure no harm comes to the village.

Sir Tyngyr is willing to take up Sir Vardilain's challenge should the party think pressing forward into town is a good idea.

Next Steps:

Sir Vardilain will not allow the party to continue toward the town.  Although you are free to continue chatting with him, he doesn't really have much of value to say.

If you wish to go into town, someone will need to fight Sir Vardilain and it sounds like more than a first-blood sort of challenge.

You are free to continue off in some other direction although you have seen no other dwellings since the abbey and it is getting on toward evening.

"My friends" Sir Gracian said as he turned to his companions. "Sir Vardilain is indeed an honorable knight loyal to the commands of his Lord. Let me fight the noble Sir Vardilain so we can enter the village and not have to face vanishing monasteries and mysterious dreams again."

He smiled brightly and leaned a little closer to his companions whispering so only they could hear it "Is it just me or is he mad?"

Caradwg paused a moment, "That tis up to you Sir Gracian, although, if it comes to a fight, then first call to battle would fall to Sir Tyngyr.  I will fight, as well, if it comes to it."

"You are indeed correct, my friend," Caradwg said quietly in response to Sir Gracian. "It must be the affects of this dank, dark land on his mind.  Be careful if you do fight him...madness can make a man stronger than a bull."

"You are right, Sir Caradwg" he said and nodded before looking at Sir Tyngyr. "First call to battle is of course you, Sir Tyngyr and I can think of no better knight than you to best the Mad Knight. He is known for his skill at arms and for his loyalty to his liege lord. He will not be an easy fight."

"I don't like to think of myself a coward," Sir Dalan speaks up, "but we are all of us not at our best. 'Tis it truly so wise to battle this poor mad knight when he himself professes ignorance of the lady we seek? I say we ride away."

"Fighting is not always our first choice, especially when your opponent is clearly unstable.  However, this is the first place we've seen where we might be able to get some respite from this oppressiveness."

He shook his head almost as if what they were doing was not his first choice.  "We have to think of our mission.  Can we accomplish the mission without proper rest...perhaps there is a healer in the village as well.  I will abide by whatever we ALL decide," he calmly finished his speech and then relaxed, waiting to see what was decided.

"Fight is indeed not always our first choice but Sir Caradwg is right. We need rest and we need a healter. And what is more important then we need to ask the locals about the Queen. I say we fight the Mad Knight ... what do you think SIr Tyngyr?"

Sir Tyngyr nods, "as you say, this is a foul place and spending the night out in it seems ill advised when comfort can be found.  Sir Vardilain seems an honorable if somewhat overzealous guardian, so I will take up his challenge," he replies in a low voice.

Grabbing a lance from his squire, he nudges his horse a step forward, "I accept your challenge, Sir Vardilain."  He lowers his visor and waits for the other knight to be ready.

Sir Vardilain takes a lance from his own squire and lowers his visor.  The two knights couch their weopons and urge their steeds forward.  Clods of earth fly as the chargers gather speed and with a resounding crash, the pair come together.  While both succeed, it is Sir Vardilain's blow that does the damage.  Although the blow would have sent many knights to the ground, Tyngyr stays in his saddle as the knights turn to face one another once more.

Sir Vardilain, rolled 9 using 1d20.  Lance.
Sir Tyngyr, rolled 4 using 1d20.  Lance
Sir Vardilain, rolled 27 using 6d6.  Damage.
Sir Tyngyr, rolled 11 using 1d20.  Horsemanship.
Sir Tyngyr takes 27-19=8 damage but remains on his horse.

Spurring their chargers forward again, the two knights each miss the mark by only a hair's breadth.  They circle around and charge once more.  Again there is a titanic crash as metal impacts metal.  Again both combatants hit but again it is Sir Vardilain's blow that strikes true.  Sir Tyngyr's armor absorbs the blow and the knight remains on his horse.

Sir Vardilain, rolled 19 using 1d20.  Lance.
Sir Tyngyr, rolled 16 using 1d20.  Lance.
Sir Vardilain, rolled 14 using 1d20.  Lance.
Sir Tyngyr, rolled 6 using 1d20.  Lance.
Sir Vardilain, rolled 18 using 6d6.  Damage.
Sir Tyngyr, rolled 4 using 1d20.  Horsemanship.
Sir Tyngyr takes 18-19=0 damage and remains on his horse.

The knights turn and charge once more, their mounts straining with the effort as the combatants come together with a deafening crunch.  Both knights manage to hit but this time it is Sir Tyngyr's blow that wins through.  Sir Vardilain manages to remain upright and the two face each other once more.

Sir Vardilain, rolled 2 using 1d20.  Lance.
Sir Tyngyr, rolled 4 using 1d20.  Lance.
Sir Tyngyr, rolled 20 using 6d6.  Damage.
Sir Vardilain, rolled 6 using 1d20.  Horsemanship.
Sir Vardilain takes 20-18=2 damage and remains on his horse.

Thundering hooves and the squeal of metal once more fill the air as the duo come together for a fifth time.  Both knights score hits but Sir Vardilain's blow succeeds.  Although the blow causes no damage, the fall does as this time Sir Tyngyr is thrown from his horse.  Sir Tyngyr is quickly on his feet with sword in hand and he watches as Sir Vardilain dismounts, hands his lance to his squire and retrieves his morning star.

Sir Vardilain, rolled 9 using 1d20.  Lance.
Sir Tyngyr, rolled 8 using 1d20.  Lance.
Sir Vardilain, rolled 19 using 6d6.  Damage.
Sir Tyngyr, rolled 16 using 1d20.  Horsemanship.
Sir Tyngyr, rolled 4 using 1d6.  Damage.
Sir Tyngyr takes 19-19+4=4 damage and falls off his horse.

Sir Vardilain hits Sir Tyngyr with his morning star, but Sir Tyngyr blocks the blow and takes no damage.  Sir Tyngyr then hits Sir Vardilain, who also parries, takes some damage but remains standing.

Sir Vardilain, rolled 15 using 1d20.  Morning Star.
Sir Tyngyr, rolled 5 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sir Vardilain, rolled 17 using 5d6.  Damage.
Sir Vardilain, rolled 5 using 1d20.  Morning Star.
Sir Tyngyr, rolled 13 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sir Tyngyr, rolled 21 using 6d6.  Damage.
Sir Vardilain, rolled 2 using 1d20.  Dexterity.
Sir Tyngyr takes 17-19=0 damage and remains standing.
Sir Vardilain takes 21-18=3 damage and remains standing.

The two square off once more but this time Sir Vardilain lands a staggering blow with his morning star.  Although Tyngyr manages to parry it (saving his life), the blow knocks him unconscious.  Tyngyr's squire, Cadlew, rushes to his knight's side and applies a piece of cloth to the wound, which staunches the bleeding sufficiently that the knight does not die.

Sir Vardilain, rolled 18 using 1d20.  Morning Star.  Critical Success.
Sir Tyngyr, rolled 13 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sir Vardilain, rolled 37 using 10d6.
Cadlew, rolled 2 using 1d20.  First Aid.
Cadlew, rolled 3 using 1d3.  Healing
Sir Tyngyr takes 37-19=18 damage and is rendered unconscious at 0 HP.  He regains 3 HP from healing and is unconscious.

Sir Vardilain steps back to his horse and remounts, taking his lance back from his squire.  He then eyes the other knights, waiting to see if they will attack.

EDIT: Fixed Sir Tyngyr's defense in last two times he was hit.
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Sir Dalan, expression dismayed, gestures to his own squire to help carry his brother knight away. Then he turns to Sir Vardilain.

"Good Sir Knight you have bested our brother in honourable combat. In the name of the brotherhood of chivalry and the knights that all of us share I ask you is there is a healer you know of where can we find him or her?"

Sir Vardilain does not stir, apparently awaiting the next challenger.  His squire, however, looks quite sad and just shakes his head from behind his knight.

"I WOULD DAMN YOU TO HELL SIR VADILAIN IF I DID NOT THINK YOU WERE ALREADY THERE!" Sir Gracian shouted in anger and dismounts rushedto Sir Tyngyr's side. There he saw the squires tend to his friend's wounds.

He looked around trying to see if there were anything that could be used to create some kind of strecher.

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Out of curiosity (and desperate need): Chirurgy is more than simple first aid so I take it it requires things like a warm place to stay and all sorts of utensils .. all things we dont have right?

"Be calm, if you can, Sir Gracian.  Your anger will only cloud your ability to help our comrade," Caradwg said.  His eyes blazed but his manner was very calm.

"My brothers," he paused, "We need to decide now.  Is the village the best hope to save brave Tyngyr?  If so, and with Dalan's injuries...should you, Gracian, or I, assail this knight next?"

Caradwg awaited his friends response.  He knew that any fight he might partake against this man would be hard, but he was always willing to test his skills.
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Sir Dalan shakes his head. "This strange knight is a potent foe; even should you triumph we will have two badly wounded knights - three if you count myself - and then how should we accomplish our quest? No, I say let us leave this village to the rain and the weeds and the crows."

Sir Gracian lets out a great shout of anger and stares at the Mad Knight. He tries to calm himself and focus on his breathing and finally he nods and mounts his horse again. "I hate to admit it but you speak wisely Sir Dalan. Our honor dictates that we continue our quest instead of trying to avenge Sir Tyngyr. Let the crows feast on the Mad Knight and let us continue our quest... you ... squire ... uhm ... your name is Cadlew isnt it? Can you bring your Master back to safety while we continue our quest?"

While the knights talk the squires put together a rough stretcher and attach it to Sir Tyngyr's horse before laying the unconscious knight upon it.

Cadlew nods, "I will get him to safety," the squire promises.

Sir Vardilain takes little notice of the knights as they give no further indication of attempting to enter the town.  As they depart in one direction and Cadlew departs in another, the knight turns back toward the town.

The group rides on for another hour or so, eventually camping near a copse of dead, tangled trees.  It is not a pleasant night as the stench of decay is all around them and the memory of Sir Tyngyr's fight still fresh in their minds.

Day 15

The next day dawns grey and misty.  After breakfast, the knights head off in search of the Queen of the Wasteland.  However, despite a long search they find little more than the blighted landscape.  On more than one occasion they feel that they might have come around in a circle but it is difficult to say as there are few landmarks.

Day 16

After another restless night, the knights of Salisbury break camp and head off once more into the grey tractless wastes.  By afternoon, they have not come across any fresh water in a while and are starting to become a little thirsty.  They are forced once more to campout.

Day 17

The night passes slowly.  As the meager dawn lights their surroundings, the trio pack up and head off once more.  At around noon, it is difficult to tell the time here, the knights come across some brackish water that is fit for neither man nor beast.  The body of a dead wolf can be seen partially submerged in the dark liquid.

As they ride down a dry, desolate gully, feeling lightheaded from thirst, the knights hear a fearful roar and an equally tremendous hiss up ahead.  Turning a bend in the gully the band see a large tawny lion confronting an equally large white serpent near some rocks in a clearing.  Both creatures are bleeding and torn.

As the lion and serpent come at each other once more, the group hear the voice of a small child to their right, "Will you not intervene in this conflict, sir knights?"  Looking down, the three see a three-year-old boy with golden hair and a smug smile.  He is attired in a tunic, its left side white and its right side black.  His breeks are likewise hued, except that the colors are reversed.  No one saw this child upon arriving nor saw him appear, it is as if he just materialized out of thin air.

He speaks once more, "Come, sir knights, can Good hope to defeat Evil without the help of men of goodwill?"  Although it is clear that the boy is asking them to take part in the combat, he gives no indication of which side they should choose.

They had been riding for days and a bit of dreariness had set in to their moods as it appeared to be no end of gray...nothing...

When they came upon the creatures fighting, Caradwg was torn, help one or the other, OR, watch the majesty of their fight.  It was only as his mind pondered these thoughts that he noticed the child and heard his words.

"You say it is Good and Evil we see fighting and struggling before us.  I see two beasts that, depending on the lore you choose to believe, could be good OR evil," he paused a moment and continued, "Good and Evil are two sides of a coin.  If either should ultimately prevail, then that does not mean it would be best for the world.  Too much Good, can lead to oppression while too much Evil can lead to, well, chaos.  The struggle between the two must go on."

He tried to watch the child for any indications of good or ill to his words before continuing, "For me, I will do what I can against both chaos and oppression for the betterment of the people of the land...they are what matter to me.  If my friends choose to intervene," he said, "then I will endeavor to help them. But only then will I intervene between these two beasts."

Again, he was keeping a careful eye on the child as he spoke...

Sir Dalan pauses for a moment studying the combatants, then glances down at the child. Turning to the others he whispers so the boy cannot hear: 'Let us try and grab the boy. If one of these beasts is truly good it will abandon it's foe and try to save him.'

Sir Gracian sat silent on his horse and listened to Sir Caradwg's words while viewing the battle. He had never thought much about Good and Evil as his whole life had more or less been a matter or survival and the eloquent Sir Caradwg made him feel ashamed of how uneducated Sir Gracian was.

He reached out for his lance that was handed to him by his squire and spurred his charger the moment Sir Dalan began to speak charging the white serpent intend on helping the lion - a symbol of royalty, dignity and courage.

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1) I have no idea if I picked the wrong side.
2) How do we resolve combat now? We roll our own dice or what?
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Caradwg watched Sir Gracian prepare his weapons and noted the direction of his charge.

"I said I would engage only to support my friends. Now, I do what I must," he finished speaking, couched his lance and charged the tawny lion.

"Wait my brothers!" Sir Dalan calls out after the already charging knights. With a sigh he waits to see the outcome, unable to intervene without fatally tipping the balance one way or the other.

The two knights charge forward through the dusty, grey landscape.  The beasts do not react at first and Sir Gracian manages to hit the Serpent on his first pass while Sir Caradwg hits the Lion.  Although neither blow seems to do more than scratch the beasts, they stop fighting one another to face this new threat.

Sir Gracian, rolled 10 using 1d20.  Lance.
Sir Caradwg, rolled 2 using 1d20.  Lance.
Sir Gracian, rolled 11 using 6d6.  Damage.
Sir Caradwg, rolled 22 using 6d6.  Damage.

The Serpent takes 1 point of damage and the Lion takes 7 points of damage.

Turning, the pair charge once more.  However, this time the beasts are ready and strike back at the knights.  Although Sir Gracian's lance finds its mark, it glances off the snake's armor as the serpent strikes his right shoulder.  Meanwhile, the Lion strikes at Sir Caradwg with both paws, each raking the knight and knocking him unconscious, even though Sir Caradwg was able to parry one of the blows.  Sir Gracian makes an attempt to keep his brother knight from falling from the saddle, but he is unable to.

Sir Caradwg, rolled 5 using 1d20.  Lance.
Lion, rolled 24 using 2d20 with rolls of 9,15.  Claws.
Sir Caradwg, rolled 13 using 1d20.  Defense vs 2nd Claw (Lance).
Lion, rolled 11 using 7d6-16.  Damage.
Lion, rolled 13 using 7d6-10.  Damage.
Sir Gracian, rolled 6 using 1d20 with rolls of 6.  Lance.
Serpent, rolled 12 using 1d20 with rolls of 12.  Bite.
Serpent, rolled 6 using 7d6-16.  Damage.
Sir Gracian, rolled 7 using 1d20.  Horsemanship.

Sir Gracian takes 6 damage but remains on his horse.  He is close to unconsciousness.  Sir Caradwg takes 24 damage before falling unconscious from his horse.

Sir Gracian turns as he reaches Sir Dalan and sees Sir Caradwg's body lying not far from the two beasts, which are turned toward the knights, awaiting the next charge.  The small child appears amused but does not say anything.

Wasting no time the wounded Sir Gracian turned his horse and rode with all haste towards the fallen Sir Caradwg. He realised he didnt not stand a chance against the serpent but he was not going to leave his brother knight unconscious on the ground.

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OOC: The puny Sir Gracian will not charge the Godzilla-like behemoths but will "just" try and get hold of Sir Caradwg.

"My brothers fall back!" Sir Dalan calls out, voice edged with horror as Sir Caradwg falls.

He looks desperately at the child for moment then at Sir Gracian. "My mother told me a story once of a bard of olden days who lulled a great and terrible dragon to sleep with his music. Perhaps there is truth in the tale?"

Dismounting he walks forward towards the lion and serpent, but does not draw his sword. Instead he begins to sing in a soft yet clear voice:

"Sleep sweet beasts, your battles ended,
The sun bows before his sister moon,
As rest leaves all strife and mended,
Eyes close and dreams come soon,

Sleep comes not as thief,
Or a cruel lord's command,
But as a balm for all grief,
A reward you will understand,

Let you lower your heavy heads,
As peasants and kings alike go,
To slumber in their in beds,
And follow where their dreams show..."

Sir Gracian reared his horse and halted his attempts to get to Sir Caradwg when he saw - and heard - Sir Dalan start to sing. Could this really work? Could his brother knight tame these mighty beasts?

At first, all that could be heard was the hooves of Sir Gracian's horse as he charged toward the Beasts in the hope of recovering his friend's body.  But Sir Dalan's voice cut across the gully like a knife, halting Sir Gracian's charge.

For a moment, all was silent as those present observed the knight dismount and walk forward.  A stillness pervaded that gloomy place as if the world itself was holding its breath.  Sir Dalan's voice started small and fought to overcome the oppressiveness that surrounded him.  However, as he pressed forward his voice broke through and rang out with a force and power of surprising magnitude.  The words and tune were a thing of unearthly beauty, touching all of those present.

As he finished his song, the clouds briefly parted and a shaft of pure sunlight shown down on the clearing.  The Serpent's body dissolved into a puff of smoke and dispersed on a slight breeze.  The young boy transformed into a more normal sized snake and slithered away, disappearing into a hole before any could lay hand on him.  The clouds then reformed, casting the area once more into an infernal twilight.

The Lion turned to the large rock it had been guarding and upended it with a paw to reveal three cubs.  The Lion gently extracted the cubs, laying them down at its feet.  The Lion then transformed into a knight in black armor with a shield half black and half white.  He wore a black tabbard on which a gold lion's head was stitched.

Looking at the knights, he stated, "the innocent are saved though the serpent's spawn lives.  The Grey Knight's cause is unjust."

Sir Dalan doesn't have a Loyalty (Friends) Passion, so I had him invoke Valorous in order to approach two Mythical Beasts on foot and unarmed (at -10 as each has a -5 modifier).  Success gave him a +5 on his Singing, which he then criticalled.
Sir Dalan, rolled 4 using 1d20.  Valorous.
Sir Dalan, rolled 17 using 1d20.  Singing.

Sir Caradwg is at +1 but unconscious.  He will remain unconscious until tomorrow morning, game time, for reasons that may become clear.

Sir Dalan and Sir Gracian +125 Glory each for defeating the Serpent.
Sir Dalan +50 for a unique approach to a problem and a beautiful song.
Sir Gracian and Sir Caradwg, check in Lance.
Sir Gracian, Sir Caradwg, and Sir Dalan, check in Valorous.
Sir Dalan +1 point to Singing.

Sir Dalan's eyes anxiously flick over to the crumpled form of Sir Caradwg but he feels he must speak with this strange knight first. He dipped his head in a respectful nod to the stranger before looking up and speaking.

"These are strange and wondrous happenings Knight of the Lion! Can you tell us what took place here? Who was that creature with the mien of a boy?" He paused, then added: "We are three knights of Salisbury and our squires seeking the Queen of the Wasteland for her aid against the Grey Knight. Know you of her?"

Sir Gracian knelt at Sir Caradwgs side and tended to the wounded knight. While interested in what the Knight of the Lion had to say he had full confidence in Sir Dalan. There was no need for Sir Gracian to interfere in the conversation with the strange Knight of the Lion.

Sir Caradwg appears to be badly wounded and unconscious but stable.  Sir Gracian has seen enough battlefield wounded to guess that he is not in any immediate danger but probably will be out for a while.

The knight points to the northeast and states, "ride there, sir knights.  Ride through the blackest knight and stay not from your good quest.  Your goal you shall find with the dawning."  It seems that he is about as useful as anyone in this god-forsaken place.  The knight and his cubs then disappear, leaving the remnants of the party standing (or lying) alone in the gully as if Sir Caradwg just ran into a bunch of razor-sharp brambles and fell unconscious off of his horse.

The squires lay out Sir Caradwg on a stretcher similar to the one that carried Sir Tyngyr.  It is only slightly disturbing that they seem to be getting rather good at it.

"I cant wait till this is all over and we are back in Salisbury." he said as they continued there slow journey towards northeast. He had little hope of succeeding in their quest. They had already lost two companions and he figured it was only a matter of time before he himself would end up on a stretcher.

"As do I," Sir Dalan agreed mournfully. "Yet it seems we have no wiser course than to follow the Knight of the Lion's advice. If we can find the Queen's court perhaps she has a healer who can aid our brother."

After securing their unconscious companion to the litter behind his horse, the knights set off to the northeast in a gloomy mood.  The day remains dreary and the landscape offers no respite.  They trudge along with little but barren terrain to pass and in no mood for talking.  Both are in their own worlds.

As night falls, they stop to rest, unhooking Sir Caradwg's stretcher and sitting around a small campfire as they eat their meager rations.  Not long afterwards, a frightful wailing begins.  At first, it is a low gibbering wail but it gradually becomes louder and louder.  A sulfurous stench permeates the air as half-seen skeletal apparitions shriek and rattle about the pair.

Whatever these things are, Sir Dalan and Sir Gracian seem unable to touch them but the awful specters grapple the hapless knights, picking them up and dropping them, throwing stones and branches at them, and pinching or beating them.  Sir Gracian is knocked unconscious by the foe, while Sir Dalan takes 4 points of damage from his tormentors.

The wailing and shrieking seem to coalesce into words that ring in Sir Dalan's ears, "Vow to cease your quest and tell all other knights that the Queen of the Wasteland is dead, only then will we leave you in peace."  Sir Dalan stands, surrounded by ghastly apparitions.  His companions lie motionless, the squires and horses have fled.  He is utterly alone in this desolate place but for the tormenting host.

How will he answer?

Sir Dalan felt so frightened it was all he could do not to have the breath freeze in his throat. "Ellowyn," he whispered to himself, trying to summon an image of a fair maiden's face, her long brown hair tied in almost impossibly fine braids, a silver necklace adorning her slender neck above a blue dress...

Hand shaking he reached his fingers to touch the blue gauze scarf about his own neck

Every word was an effort to get through. "Grim specters, how could I ever look my lady in the eye again if I were knave enough to run now? I must prove myself worthy of her. Oh but sing your laments elsewhere and return to your far called country - for grace and beauty I go on!"

The shrieking grows louder and angrier, something that did not seem possible to the poor young knight from Salisbury.  He is tossed about and banged up by the fury of the ghost-like forms (taking an additional 3 points of damage).

After a time, their fury seems to subside and Sir Dalan finds himself on his knees near the bodies of his fallen companions.  Still, the ghasts do not leave him as requested but continue to badger him throughout the night.  Twice more they redouble their attacks and command him to give up his quest but he brings up the image of his lovely Ellowyn and steels himself against their onslaught.  Each time he takes more damage but he refuses to bend.

Finally, he feels that he can take no more and it is only with the last of his flagging will that he is able to bring forth the image of his beloved when he sees her smiling down at him and it is the Dawn, glowing brightly on the horizon and shining off of a small building in the distance.  The Host disappears with the coming of day.

After a few minutes, the squires stumble back and a short time later the horses return as well.  It takes some time to pack up gear, get Gracian and Caradwg onto litters behind their horses and get the whole party moving.  Two hours of weaving through twisted trees and the tangled terrain of the wasted forest get them to the small priory.

The priory is a humble spot.  The glow from dawn is now long gone.  A door opens and the Queen of the Wasteland steps out.  She is a woman of gentle beauty, chastely attired in a tattered grey nun's habit.  Without a word, she walks over to the two fallen knights and preys silently over them for several long minutes before touching them lightly on the forehead.

Sir Gracian and Sir Caradwg wake up shortly thereafter, still badly wounded but able to move, if slowly.  "Come in, good sir knights," she says, beckoning the three into the small priory, "tell me what you have seen in this poor land," she continues.

With that, she enters the prior herself and seats herself on one of several small chairs around a plain table and awaits a recounting of their adventures, not saying anything more herself until they have spoken.

Sir Dalan stands awed at the Queen's healing of his brother knights but his own exhaustion forces him to take a seat (in fact he practically falls into it.)

"My lady, you are a light in this ill-starred kingdom. It is an honour to meet you at last." Here he bows stiffly.

"We six are men of Salisbury: my brother knights Sir Caradwg, Sir Gracian and myself Sir Dalan. These three splendid youths are our squires."

He pauses to catch his breath before continuing. "We seek the Whetstone of Tudwal Tudclud on behalf of Sir Gawaine, King Arthur's champion. The great Sir Gawaine is defending our King's honour and without the aid of one of the Treasures of Britain he will surely meet his death. Alas our journey here has been a hard one! Our gallant brother knight Sir Tyngyr was felled by Sir Vardilain. Good Sir Tyngry lives yet but his squire had to carry him from the field and from our quest."

"There followed days of hardship as we crossed this melancholy land. We were approached by a strange child who tried to involve us in a battle between a lion and serpent. We managed to succeed through his tricks and the lion became a knight with the symbol of the lion on his tabard. He guarded three lion cubs and directed us on saying that we might find you."

Sir Dalan again pauses, a shudder running through him as he recalls their encounter with the spirits. "Our most recent challenge was the worst where we were assailed by grim specters who sought to turn us back. We scarcely managed to win our way through."

"And was the Guardian of Olbray the first thing you encountered here in the Wasteland?" she inquires.

Others can feel free to join in.  :)

Caradwg awoke groggily and mumbled to himself, "I should be dead..." then he slowly became aware of his surroundings and heard the tail end of the conversation.

"No, m'lady," he interjected, "Our first encounter was with a lone monk in a monastery he said had been abandoned by his brothers.  And, in the night, I was visited by a dark lady...or was that a dream," his voice trailed off.

The Lady nods sagely before explaining.  "Ah yes, 'Brother' Tamen was once the High Abbot of a Christian Order before selling his soul to Satan for youth.  He aided a succubus by the name of Theodora in draining the other members of the Order and now assists her in preying on any who come across their dark abbey."

She sighs and shakes her head sadly, "do not think too ill of Sir Vardilain.  He has gone quite mad.  A plague wiped out the entire population of Olbray and only Sir Vardilain and his squire Thomas survived.  The knight became unhinged and his liege, King Pellam has forgotten about charging Sir Vardilain with protecting the village.  Very sad, really," she says.

"As for the Lion and the Serpent," she goes on, "the Serpent represented Satan, while the Lion was a messenger from God, assigned to prove to you that your cause was Just.  The Lion's cubs were symbols of young knights who will be involved with the spawn of Satan, who was represented by the boy you saw.  He is a servitor of Satan who would cause King Arthur's downfall, a corrupted innocent no doubt."

Finally, she tells the three knights, "the Sluagh are a host of unforging dead, they were a test of your dedication to this quest, one that you obviously passed."

Smiling at the three knights she indicates a door leading into a small shrine, "Sir Caradwg, Sir Dalan, and Sir Gacian, do you wish to pray with me for guidance?"

The Queen of the Wasteland will take any who accept her invitation in to the small shrine and pray for several hours.  You are free to accept or decline her invitation and stay for the whole time or only part of it.  If you decline her invitation or leave partway through, you can do as you wish around the small abbey, although it is a very simple and humble place with little more than a few rooms, most of which you have seen.  There is an Xbox and a PS4 in the entertainment room but there is some kind of wiring issue at present.  j/k  :)

Sir Gracian had awoken groggedly and more or less crawled to the table where he sat down and listened to the good Queen tell them about the trials they had endured. He was grateful to be alive yet it saddened him to hear the Queen tell them such a tragic story.

He cleared his throat and said with a slightly shaking voice. "It will both an honor and a pleasure to join you in prayer, noble Queen."

Sir Dalan bowed his head, his brow lined with sweat as he contemplated just how great the forces aligned against them had been. "I too will join you in prayer my lady. From what you say the Lord has aided us more even than we knew."

Caradwg thinks for a moment and then just nods his head and simply says, "I too, have a few words for the Lord."

The knights follow the Queen of the Wasteland into the small shrine and pray for several hours.  It is a quiet and peaceful time after all that they have been through.  At length, she completes her prayers and turns to her guests and states, "Jesu has shown favor upon your adventure, good sir knights.  In his name, I bid you go to the Forest Arroy and seek out the Castle of Hautdesert.  He that dwells within is your gate to the prize you seek - the whetstone of Tudwel Tudclud."

Day 19

After a night spent camped out on the floor of the priory, sharing the lady's meager fare, the trio pack up their gear and depart.  The Queen bids you God speed.  As you depart the priory, you all find that your wounds have been fully healed.

The Queen of the Wasteland can tell you how to get to various points on the edge of the Wasteland but you will need to decide which way you want to travel in order to get to the Forest Arroy.  You have a little over three weeks remaining and it is anyone's guess how many more tasks await you once through the 'gateway' at Castle Hautdesert.

Look at the Game map (along the top of the page).  You started in London (O19) and went north along the King's Road through Hertford (O18), Huntington (O17), Lonazep (N16), Lindsay (N15), Malahaut (M13), and passed Catterick (M12) to K12.  Your choices are:

1. Long but safe and cheap - Head back to Catterick, then down the King's Road to Lincoln (N15) and then down the other King's Road to Lambor Castle (M17) before taking the Trade Road west and then north to City of Legions (K15).  No cost, very safe and easy to follow, should take about 12 days.

2. Short but expensive - Head north to Carduel (K11) and take a ship (30D each) to City of Legions (K15).  Expensive but easy (unless there are storms or pirates) and quick, around 5 days total.

3. The gamble - Head straight south overland through K13 and K14 to City of Legions (K15).  No cost, should take about a week to a week-and-a-half but there are no real roads and it will be easy to get lost or waylaid.

All knights are healed back to full and get a check in Pious for praying with the Queen.

Sir Caradwg knows that the Forest Arroy is rumored to be enchanted by the Fae.

Before taking his leave Sir Dalan approaches the Queen of the Wasteland. "My lady, is there any way to cure Sir Vardilain and return his wits to him? We must fulfill our current quest but his story grieves me."

After speaking with the Queen he conferred with his fellow knights. "My brothers I think we can forget a journey by sea. None of us are wealthy knights. So by land then. Should we try the forest or the road?"

"I say we take the safe route by road. I do not know if our quest permits us that - time is of the essence - but I will feel safer on the King's Road than I will in some brigand-infested forest."

As was his wont, Caradwg pondered his friends words.

"Well," he said, "I could afford to pay for a boat trip for us.  However, where is the glory in that?  If the two of you prefer the safe route, then I will, of course, go with you...BUT," he emphasized that word, "is there no part of you that wants to see what glory can be had on the direct route?"

He is sincere in his words and will take whichever route the group decides to take.

"Adventure and Glory is why we live, my friend. But we are not on this quest to earn personal Glory. We have fought and endured and suffered not so we can be remembered but so Sir Gawain can defeat the Grey Knight and our Realm not loose it's finest champion." Sir Gracian said with a wry smile.

"I must agree with Sir Gracian," Sir Dalan echoes. He smiles sadly. "Believe me my friend adventure and glory calls to me, but we do not know what we will face at the Castle of Hautdesert. Dare we leave ourselves weakened by battles with brigands with so much at stake?"

"Then I will pay for the passage on the boat..." he paused, "I am sure this will make a great tale, three brave knights saving Sir Gawaine...on a boat," he laughed a little as he finished.

"Let's go my brothers.  I hope you both can swim!"

Sir Dalan looked uncertain. "It seems a great expense... though I have often wondered if mermaids are as fair as they say."

"I prefer not to meet the mermaids" Sir Gracian said with a smile. The first smile ever since they entered The Wasteland. "But when it comes to paying for the passage, then allow me to pay a share of it."

Sir Dalan sighs. "It still feels wrong to throw such money away, but yes if we must go by boat I shall pay a share too."

In answer to Sir Dalan's inquiry, the Queen of the Wasteland replies, "King Pellam would have to relive Sir Vardilain but he lives at Castle Carbonek and appears unaware of his knight's plight."

It is decided that a boat trip, while expensive, is the best way to travel as speed is of the essence.  The three knights and their squires head North toward Carduel.  It takes most of a day to get out of the Wasteland and another is spent awaiting a ship to take them south, to the City of Legions.

The weather on the first day of the three-day journey is clear with a light breeze.  A very pleasant day for sailing.  However, the following morning is shrouded in fog and it is hard to see farther than a ship's length in any direction.  Perhaps that is how the Irish raiders managed to sneak up.

It is around 10 in the morning when the knights first hear the shouts of the attackers as they begin to board and the watch is struck by a crossbow bolt.

Next Steps:

The ship is at sea in reasonably calm waters but there is no land in sight.  You are the only knights on a ship.  There are a couple of dozen sailors and men-at-arms on board.  In total, there are about half a dozen men-at-arms in light armor with spears and a couple with crossbows.  The sailors have knives but no armor.  You are wearing your breastplate and have a sword handy but no helmet or shield.

1.  You can spend time determining the current situation (how many people per side, how well armed, etc.)
2.  You can get your helmet and shield.
3.  You can plot out a battle strategy.
4.  You can rush into battle against the nearest available foe.
5.  You can hide, flee, or surrender.
6.  You can do something else, including orate or sing or dance, or whatever.  ;)

Despite his misgiving over the cost of taking ship Sir Dalan had been entranced by the experience of actually being on the waters. That first day as he watched the wooden bow cut through the green-blue waters fragments of a song came to his lips, as he whispered it to himself.

"Far called from the soil of home,
Over crested wave and waters deep,
The six of Salisbury shall roam,
As seagulls cry and dolphins leap.

I was lowborn to till the land,
Till battle won my lord's reward,
And now I see and may understand,
The beauty of a ship so oarred,

To race across this brilliant mirror,
The salt stung breeze across my cheek,
As each length brings us all nearer,
To the life all brave sailors seek."

At night he had lain on deck, listening to the groan of the ship and the swish of the waves and the snores of the others and watched the stars dance overhead. Maybe it was the difference of being at sea, maybe there was no true difference but they seemed even clearer and more beautiful out here.

Even the morning fog had not quite quelled his spirits. He was thinking of another song when they were suddenly jarred by the attack. As his right hand gripped the handle of his sword Sir Dalan narrows his eyes, trying to read their attackers so he'd know where to strike.

It was the first time Sir Gracian was ever on a boat and the journey was not kind to him. What some called a pleasant day for sailing Sir Gracian called the storm of the century. And when the fog came on the second day of sailing Sir Gracian was sure they were all trapped in Purgatory.

Of course Purgatory rarely has Irish raiders boarding you. When the raiders suddenly came out of the fog and boarded the ship, Sir Gracian drew his sword and with a mighty roared charged the raiders like a madman. If he could buy his companions time to put together a plan then all would be well.

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He picks:

4.  You can rush into battle against the nearest available foe.
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The boat ride had been going nicely.  The sounds of the water lapping against the boat and the rythmic rowing of the men made for a pleasant time.  Until the fog rolled in, of course.

As the shouts of the Irish rang out through the fog, Sir Caradwg knew they might be in for a tough fight.  Not fully armored or armed and only a few, well-trained knights versus Irish raiders...

He drew his sword and quickly began directing the sailors and men to the best of his ability.

OOC: Choice 3: Plot out battle strategy

Sir Gracian immediately jumps to the attack, engaging with an Irish raider as he hauls himself over the starboard aft railing.  The raider seems a little surprised to find a knight in armor with a sword but manages to thrust expertly with his spear.  However, Sir Gracian's own sword blow is too powerful to be stopped by the spear and instead crashes into the man's shield, thrusting him back against the railing.  The Irishman is wounded but presses forward.

Sir Gracian, rolled 11 using 1d20.  Sword.
Raider 1, rolled 10 using 1d20.  Spear.
Sir Gracian, rolled 17 using 5d6.  Damage.
Raider 1 takes 17 - 6 - 4 = 10 damage and remains upright.
Sir Gracian gets a check in Sword if he does not already have one.


Meanwhile, Sir Caradwg assembles four spearmen with two crossbowmen behind them to counter approximately a dozen Irish spearmen coming over the starboard railing.

Sir Caradwg, rolled 15 using 1d20.  Battle.  No bonus for the battle.


On the other side of the ship, Sir Dalan looks around to figure out how many raiders there are and what they are planning and notices a second small boat has pulled up along the port side of the ship near the bow.  A half dozen crossbowmen start to scale the side of the ship.


Sir Dalan, rolled 3 using 1d20.  Awareness.
Sir Dalan gets a check in Awareness.

Sir Gracian continues his assault on the first raider over the rail as more appear on either side of him.  Once more, both Sir Gracian and the raider connect but it is Sir Gracian's mighty blow that hews through shield and armor, almost cutting the man in half.  The Irishman slumps unconscious to the deck.

Sir Gracian, rolled 13 using 1d20.  Sword.
Raider 1, rolled 5 using 1d20.  Spear.
Sir Gracian, rolled 25 using 5d6.  Damage.
Raider 1 takes 25 - 4 - 6 = 15 damage


Sir Caradwg charges forward and catches the next closest raider to Sir Gracian with his sword as the man vaults the railing.  The raider's spear goes wide and Sir Caradwg's blade spits him before he even has a chance to get onboard.  The man falls back into the sea, unconscious and soon to be dead.

Sir Caradwg, rolled 2 using 1d20.  Sword.
Raider 2, rolled 11 using 1d20.  Spear.
Sir Caradwg, rolled 19 using 4d6.  Damage.
Raider 2 takes 19 - 4 = 15 damage and falls back over the railing unconscious.
Sir Caradwg gets a check in Sword if he does not already have one.

Sir Dalan draws his sword and attacks the first crossbowman before he can get on deck.  He strikes a mighty blow that causes the man to fall backwards over the side, never to be seen again.  This only slightly delays the rise of five more crossbowmen.

Sir Dalan, rolled 7 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sir Dalan, rolled 15 using 4d6+2.  Damage.
Raider 3, rolled 14 using 1d20.  Dexterity.
Raider 3 takes 15 - 4 = 11 and is knocked backwards and off the ship.
Sir Dalan gets a check in Sword if he does not already have one.

Several other Irish spearmen come over the railing in back near Sir Gracian and Sir Caradwg with more heads and hands coming into view.

Next Steps:

There are two groups of raiders currently attacking the ship.  There are ~10 spearmen back-right and 5 crossbowmen front-left.  At present, Sir Gracian and Sir Caradwg, along with 4 spearmen and 2 crossbowmen are facing the Irish spearmen on the back-right and Sir Dalan is facing the Irish crossbowmen on the front left.

No one is immediately facing anyone right now.  If Sir Dalan stays at the railing, 3-5 crossbowmen will have shots at him.  If he steps back, 2-3 crossbowmen will be coming over to try to take shots at him by next round.  Sir Caradwg and Sir Gracian can expect a pair of spearmen each and the other Irish spearmen will probably head toward the six men-at-arms.  It will be a couple of rounds before anymore men-at-arms or sailors join the frey.  You are all assumed at this point to know roughly what the scene looks like.  You can attack wherever you like.

If you are going to face multiple opponents, please let me know how you want to split your 'attacks.'  You only get to hit one opponent (your first attack) but you can use part of your sword skill to attempt to block other opponents' blows.  So if you have a 12 in sword and are facing 2 opponents, you might split your attack 8/4 or 6/6.  If you win an opposed roll, your opponent does no damage.  If you succeed but lose the opposed battle, you take damage minus armor + shield.  If you fail and your opponent succeeds, you take damage minus armor.  If you win your first opposed battle then you do damage to that enemy.  Hope that makes sense.

Sir Dalan falls back slightly, feeling surer of himself back on deck than leaning over the railing and making a fine target for their bows. Expression determined he readies his blade to use against the raiders, not daring to look elsewhere to see how the other battle goes. At the very least he'd trust his sword against crossbows in close quarters.

When outnumbered by the enemy the only option was to attack. Sir Gracian had lived by that creed his whole life and he saw no reason to change that now. If he kept attacking, the raiders would not be given the chance to put up a coordinated attack, so with a mighty roar he lunged towards the nearest raider, screaming like a banshee and swinging his sword wildly!

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Sword 14, divided into 7/7
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Things didn't look very well for them.  Caradwg knew they had to finish this fight fast or they might all lose their lives.

"Crossbows cover us, LET'S PUSH THESE DOGS INTO THE SEA!" he yelled to the others!  This was going to be a tricky fight and he could only hope that God or Gods or whomever watched over the world would be on their side.

OOC: Sword Skill 8/7  We don't have a fellowship so I am unsure if there is a fitting passion to try to invoke for this.

Two more crossbowmen get up and over the railing, leveling their crossbows at Sir Dalan.  Sir Dalan dashes forward and strikes a mighty blow to the one on the left, knocking him unconscious and over the railing and into the water.  Seeing a clear target, the two crew crossbowmen aim and fire at the other Raider, both hitting him and sending him to the deck with a pair of bolts protruding from his chest.

Sir Dalan, rolled 6 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sir Dalan, rolled 21 using 4d6+2.  Damage.
Crossbow 1, rolled 1 using 1d20.  Crossbow.
Crossbow 1, rolled 11 using 1d6+10.  Damage.
Crossbow 2, rolled 3 using 1d20.  Crossbow.
Crossbow 2, rolled 14 using 1d6+10.  Damage.
The two crossbowmen who boarded this turn are both dead after taking 21 - 4 = 17 and 11 - 4 +14 - 4 = 17 damage.

Sir Caradwg and Sir Gracian, each facing a pair of raiders, hew about them with a will.  Both of Caradwg's attackers miss, but a critical parry on the second attacker shatters the man's spear, although the raider is otherwise unharmed.

Sir Gracian, meanwhile, manages to hit with his attack, but his opponent's strike is better, although most of the damage is absorbed by Sir Gracian's armor.  His second attacker misses the mark.

Sir Caradwg, rolled 19 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sir Caradwg, rolled 7 using 1d20.  Sword 2.
Raider 4, rolled 14 using 1d20.  Spear.
Raider 5, rolled 19 using 1d20.  Spear.
Sir Gracian, rolled 1 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sir Gracian, rolled 14 using 1d20.  Sword 2.
Raider 6, rolled 3 using 1d20.  Spear.
Raider 7, rolled 18 using 1d20.  Spear.
Raider 6, rolled 16 using 4d6.  Damage.
One of the raiders loses his spear.  Sir Gracian takes 16 - 10 = 6 damage.

The four men-at-arms melee with the six raiders.  Although they outnumber their opponents, the raiders seem poorly coordinated.  Two of the men-at-arms face a pair of raiders, each is wounded but remains standing.  The two men-at-arms facing only a single opponent strike down their raiders, leaving the group evenly matched.

Men-at-arms, rolled 6 using 1d20.  Battle.
Raiders, rolled 15 using 1d20.  Battle.
Two raiders are killed, two men-at-arms are wounded.

Of the three remaining crossbowmen, only one is willing to climb aboard the ship.  Sir Dalan and the two crossbowmen take aim at him but miss as they cautiously try not to kill one another.

Raider 8, rolled 5 using 1d20.  Valorous.
Raider 9, rolled 19 using 1d20.  Valorous.
Raider 10, rolled 13 using 1d20.  Valorous.
Sir Dalan, rolled 18 using 1d20.  Sword.
Crossbow 1, rolled 18 using 1d20.  Crossbow.
Crossbow 2, rolled 11 using 1d20.  Crossbow.
One crossbowman remains, facing Sir Dalan and two men-at-arms with crossbows.

All of the raiders facing the men-at-arms lay down their spears.  With a half dozen of their comrades down, no surprise crossbows, and several knights present, it is not looking like the easy fight they had imagined.

Raider 11, rolled 14 using 1d20.  Valorous.
Raider 12, rolled 9 using 1d20.  Valorous.
Raider 13, rolled 12 using 1d20.  Valorous.
Raider 14, rolled 11 using 1d20.  Valorous.

Three of the four raiders facing Sir Caradwg and Sir Gracian also surrender, as the odds do not look good and treasure isn't worth your life, especially as your chances of even getting the treasure dim.  The last jabs his spear successfully at Sir Gracian, who whacks him with his sword.  The man catches his ankle on the shattered spear of his fellow and manages somehow to somersault backwards off of the ship and land with a resounding 'CRACK!' on the oarwell of the raider's boat.

Raider 15, rolled 10 using 1d20.  Hate (Knights).
Raider 16, rolled 2 using 1d20.  Hate (Knights).
Raider 17, rolled 14 using 1d20.  Hate (Knights).
Raider 18, rolled 14 using 1d20.  Hate (Knights).
Raider 15, rolled 3 using 1d20.  Valorous.
Raider 16, rolled 14 using 1d20.  Valorous.
Raider 17, rolled 12 using 1d20.  Valorous.
Raider 18, rolled 14 using 1d20.  Valorous.
Sir Gracian, rolled 13 using 1d20.  Sword.
NPC Raider 15, rolled 4 using 1d20.  Spear.
Sir Gracian, rolled 18 using 5d6.  Damage.
Raider 15, rolled 20 using 1d20.  Dexterity.

Although outnumbered and with little chance of success, the remaining raider refuses to surrender and instead looses another bolt at Sir Dalan, who would otherwise have hit the man.  The two men-at-arms with their own crossbows fire wide.  The last raider seems to suddenly realize the futility of his situation and breaks down sobbing for mercy.

Raider 8, rolled 3 using 1d20.  Valorous.
Sir Dalan, rolled 3 using 1d20.  Sword.
Crossbow 1, rolled 19 using 1d20.  Crossbow.
Crossbow 2, rolled 18 using 1d20.  Crossbow.
Raider 8, rolled 4 using 1d20.  Crossbow.
Raider 8, rolled 12 using 1d6+10.
Raider 8, rolled 20 using 1d20.  Valorous.
Dalan takes 12 - 10 = 2 damage.

The knights have received only minor wounds although two of the men-at-arms are conscious but in bad shape.  You have ten Irish prisoners and there are two boats.  What would you like to do?

Sir Dalan is breathing heavily but lowers his sword to show he at least is inclined to mercy. Looking at the captives he clears his throat and says: "Do any of you sons of Ireland speak our tongue and is any of you of noble birth?"

"That didn't go too badly," Caradwg thought to himself.  As Sir Dalan begins speaking to the Irish prisoners, Caradwg addresses the men.

"Well fought lads," he began, "You four stand guard on the prisoners whilst my brothers talk to them.  Captain, is there anything you want done with these Irish boats?" he asked.


He waited for the Captain's response while Sir Dalan talked to the prisoners.
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Sir Gracian stood by Sir Dalan's side as he questioned the raiders. His mind raced trying to figure out what to do with the prisoners. "Speak out, raiders. You fought well but have been defeated. Who lead your attack and where do you come from?"

The Captain leaves his first mate to steer the ship, while he comes down and orders the men-at-arms to secure the prisoners.  (The Captain and first mate are both armed but remained at the helm to prevent the raiders from taking control of the ship.)

The prisoners do not make any intelligible response to Sir Dalan's questioning or Sir Gracian's urging.  So either they don't speak your language well or are not inclined to talk.

The Captain addresses the knights, "thank you, Sir Knights for your assistance.  I am sure we would not have fared so well had you not joined in the defense of the ship."  Looking at Sir Caradwg he replies, "we will tie them to the stern and bring them to port with the prisoners."  In fact, sailors are already unfastening them and moving the lines in order to tow the two boats.

Going over to the largest of the raiders he engages the man in conversation for a minute or so, although you can't tell what they are saying.  When he is done, he nods and explains, "they came from Breandan's Dubhlainn, a ship that has been pillaging the area for the last several months.  The leader of this raiding party was cut down as he climbed aboard.  They are all of low birth.  There are many more on their main ship, so we had best be getting out of this area as quickly as possible."

Next steps:

The captain has more to say but I thought I would give you the opportunity to say/do anything you wanted to before any decisions are made.

Sir Dalan looks disappointed for a moment, then says: "Thank you captain. As there are no ransomable captives among them I do think it best we hand them over to the City of Legions when we land."

"What do you know of this pirate ship, good Captain," Caradwg asked, "Would this amount to a fair amount of its crew or would it still be a formidable adversary for your ship?"


Their quest was very important, but it irked Caradwg to let those who would prey upon the hard-working to continue their nefarious undertakings.

The captain gives a shrug, "the pirating life does not seem to draw the nobility, Sir Dalan, at least among the crew.  We will transport them to the City of Legions to stand trial."

Responding to Sir Caradwg he notes, "this ship is a cargo ship, it would be no match for the Breandan's Dubhlainn, especially if this fog lifts.  I suspect they only used the long boats because the fog makes a pursuit much more difficult.  And they thought we would be an easy mark, so no sense risking a collision that could send both ships to the bottom."

Unless there is anything else, the captain is anxious to get out of the area.  If the fog does lift you could be an easy target.  In appreciation of your assistance, the Captain will refund your cost of passage.

"Let the good captain get us to port before they attack again. We were lucky this time and we may not get lucky again."

The fog lingers until late morning and although there are the occasional sounds of another ship nearby, none materializes and by noon your own ship has left the area safely behind.  Although the weather turns a bit rougher, the rest of the journey to the City of Legions is otherwise without event.

Arriving near nightfall, the trio of knights disembarks with their horses, squires, and equipment, glad to be safely on land once more.

Day 24

After securing lodging and a meal, the knights of Salisbury set out in the morning for the Forest Arroy and the Castle Hautdesert within.  Asking around, they do not locate anyone knowing the whereabouts of the castle.  However, they are warned that the forest is a wild and enchanted place and to be careful wandering far from the road.

After a couple of days of wandering, the knights find a small village on the edge of the forest.  The villagers explain that Sir Bercilak dwells within the castle with his gracious wife Elavane.  They provide directions to the castle, which is on the Wirral Peninsula.

Day 26

The Forest Arroy is deep, thick, and full of enchantment.  As the knights ride through its confines, they hear strange noises - cries and whispers, bell-like music, the screeches of strange animals - and catch glimpses of movement or of light and shadows out of the corners of their eyes which disappear when looked upon directly.  You feel like you are being watched although there is no visible watcher.

It takes two days, leading your horses through the dense underbrush before finally arriving at the castle.

Day 28

Hautdesert is a large, well-appointed castle with a moat.  When the party approaches, the drawbridge is raised and there are no guards apparent.  Hailing the castle, a porter appears and asks their business.  Sir Caradwg courteously replies that they seek audience with Sir Bercilak.

The drawbridge is lowered and the knights file into the castle.  Once inside, the knights are treated with great hospitality and courtesy.  They meet Sir Bercilak, a large man with a great beard and the manner of a true lord.  They also meet Lady Elavane, his beautiful young wife.

Sir Bercilak immediately has his guests fed, their horses tended to, and their clothing mended.  He then asks, "what brings you to Hautdesert, it is a long way from Salisbury?"

Assume that introductions have been made but no other information passed.

After their long journey it is with great relief that Sir Dalan eats, washes and dresses. The young knight graciously bows to Sir Bercilak and his fair ladywife.

"Good Sir Bercilak, fair Lady Elavane we come to you seeking the whereabouts of the whetstone of Tudwel Tudclud. It is needed by none other than Sir Gawaine, finest of King Arthur's knights, lest he lose his life in a challenge."

Sir Bercilak seems disturbed by mention of the whetstone.  When Sir Dalan has finished he replies, "I know where the whetstone of Tudwal Tudclud is located.  However, I have promised to keep its location a secret."  He pauses, thinking, before going on, "however, I have heard much of Sir Gawaine and will certainly help King Arthur if I can."

At length he sighs and looks at the three knights, "perhaps you would care to come hunting with me while I decide?" he offers.  Meanwhile, his wife sets out a chessboard and offers any who do not wish to go hunting the opportunity to play a game of chess with her.

Next Steps:

You can each go hunting with Sir Bercilak, play chess with Lady Elavane, leave the castle, or do something else within the castle as you choose.

"It will be a great honor to go hunting with you, Sir Bercilak." said Sir Gracian politely. He had been quiet while Sir Dalan told Sir Bercilak and his fair wife about the travels. He hoped Sir Dalan would go hunting with them considering the man's weakness for young beautiful women.

Sir Dalan smiles modestly. "I fear I am the worst horseman in Christendom Sir Bercilak. I would be more curse than aid to you on the hunt, but I would be honoured to play chess with you gracious Lady Elavane while the stout hearted among us ride after stag and boar."

Sir Gracian sighed but kept smiling.

Sir Bercilak, Sir Gracian, and Sir Caradwg head off into the woods in search of game.  After about half an hour, Sir Gracian spots fresh tracks on a small game trail and they head down in search of the deer that made the prints.  Sir Gracian noiselessly maneuvers his horse through the underbrush, while Sir Caradwg skillfully follows.

Sir Gracian comes around a bend and is surprised to find the deer right ahead of him, he tries to get the doe with his lance but is unable to do so.  Sir Caradwg, who spotted the deer sooner is able to hit the deer but it escapes, wounded into the thick growth.

Sir Bercilak had better luck, bringing an eight-point stag back.

Sir Gracian, rolled 2 using 1d20.  Awareness.
Sir Caradwg, rolled 12 using 1d20.  Awareness.
Sir Gracian, rolled 6 using 1d20.  Horsemanship.
Sir Caradwg, rolled 5 using 1d20.  Horsemanship.
Sir Gracian, rolled 8 using 1d20.  Hunt.
Sir Caradwg, rolled 4 using 1d20.  Hunt.
Sir Gracian, rolled 15 using 1d20.  Lance.
Sir Caradwg, rolled 7 using 1d20.  Lance.

Each knight needs to succeed at Awareness, Horsemanship, Hunting, and Lance to succeed.  Sir Caradwg was close but not quite there.  Sir Gracian get +1 to Horsemanship and a check in Awareness.  Sir Caradwg gets checks in Horsemanship, Hunting, and Lance.

Sir Dalan sits and plays chess with Lady Elavane, who he quickly learns is very good at the game.  They have time for 6 games.  Lady Elavane wins the first in less than a dozen moves.  In the second game, Sir Dalan is doing poorly when Lady Elavane accidentally exposes her Queen, which Sir Dalan takes, and easily wins the game.  Boosted by this win, Sir Dalan plays the third game with a great deal of skill, perhaps his best game of chess ever.  Lady Elavane, still outmaneuvers him and wins.  Perhaps mentally exhausted by the back-and-forth, neither player is able to get an advantage in the fourth game, which they draw.  However, Lady Elavane rallies and crushes Sir Dalan in the final two games.

As they play, Sir Dalan chats amiably about the tournaments and court, fashions, Lady Ellowyn, and other things of interest.  He speaks highly of Sir Gawaine and admits that he is troubled by what the brave knight must face.  Lady Elavane seems sympathetic and assures Sir Dalan that she will try to convince her husband to help the knights on their quest.

Teller of Tales rolled 6 using 1d6+2.  Number of games.
Sir Dalan, rolled 16 using 1d20.  Gaming.
Lady Elavane, rolled 13 using 1d20.  Gaming.
Sir Dalan, rolled 9 using 1d20.  Gaming.
Lady Elavane, rolled 20 using 1d20.  Gaming.
Sir Dalan, rolled 1 using 1d20.  Gaming.
Lady Elavane, rolled 14 using 1d20.  Gaming.
Sir Dalan, rolled 9 using 1d20.  Gaming.
Lady Elavane, rolled 16 using 1d20.  Gaming.
Sir Dalan, rolled 16 using 1d20.  Gaming.
Lady Elavane, rolled 14 using 1d20.  Gaming.
Sir Dalan, rolled 9 using 1d20.  Gaming.
Lady Elavane, rolled 1 using 1d20.  Gaming.
Sir Dalan, rolled 1 using 1d20.  Just.
Lady Elavane, rolled 12 using 1d20.  Arbitrary.

Sir Dalan managed to win 1, lose 4, and draw 1 as a result of Lady Elavane fumbling on the second game.  Sir Dalan gets a check in Gaming.

Sir Bercilak invites the knights to stay the night at Castle Hautdesert while he considers whether or not to help them.  The knights enjoy a hearty meal with Sir Bercilak and Lady Elavane.  Each knight is given a comfortable room for the night and they sleep well fro the first time in as long as they can remember.

Day 29

In the morning, Sir Bercilak announces over breakfast that he has decided to assist the knights in their quest.  The Whetstone is in the Faerie Kingdom of Inapercu.  He can lead them there but dare not enter, lest he fall prey to the vengeance of the lord of that realm.  Before taking you, he insists that you vow not to tell the inhabitants of Inapercu of his involvement.

Sir Dalan is very courteous towards Lady Elavane and grateful for her wisdom, even if it is slightly embarrassing to be so easily defeated on the chessboard!

He's somewhat recovered from his epic defeat by the morn and is happy to swear a vow to protect Sir Bercilak's name.

"My good sir you and your gracious ladywife have shown us every kindness and honour. I gladly swear to withold your name in Inapercu."

Sir Gracian too swear an oath to protect Sir Bercilak's honor and good name. "I too swear never to reveal your involvement. Without your gracious assistance to us our King would loose his greatest champion."

OOC:  Each player receives 180 Glory for defeating the Irish Raiders.

Sir Bercilak accepts your oaths and then leads the knights out of the castle along a poorly defined trail for several miles.  The forest here is alive with strange enchantment.  Your horses become skittish, whinnying, snorting and pawing the ground as Sir Bercilak turns and gestures toward a great oak tree farther along the path.

"The Kingdom Inapercu lies just ahead.  Keep to the path and pass to the left of the great oak.  Once you have done so, move as silently as possible, speaking no word and listening with all your heart for music such as you have never heard before.  When you hear it, you will have reached the Kingdom Inapercu.  Good luck, and may Jesu preserve you, good knights," your host explains before turning and disappearing back down the path from whence you came.

Sir Gracian watched Sir Bercilak leave and then turned to his companions. "Music such as I have never heard before? Oh Sir Dalan ... I think this is something for you. I cant carry a tune at all so I just hope noone asks us to sing."

He smiled nervously and tried to sound like he was enjoying himself but he was actually afraid. He didnt mind facing Saxon and Irish raiders but the faerie realm was something very dfferent.

Sir Dalan smiled ruefully. "Never fear my friends, should we called upon to sing for the pleasure of the faerie lords and ladies I shall take that blow in your stead!"

Sir Dalan is also afraid, but part of him is burning with curiosity to see if the Faerie folf are as wondorous and beautiful as he has heard.

As the trio approach the great oak, the horses continue to whinny and snort, clearly displeased about proceeding any closer to the Faerie Realm.  It seems that silence is going to be rather difficult with the horses in tow.

Sir Dalan frowns. "Perhaps we should dismount and leave our horses waiting we our squires?"

"I agree. We will continue on foot from here." He dismounted and let his squire take his horse. He leaned in closer to Sir Dalan and whispered "I hope you know what we are doing, because I do not trust the fey."

Dismounting, the three knights walk quietly down the path and to the left of the great oak.  They continue along the path through the ever-thickening forest for about half an hour before they begin to hear a distant, bell-like music.  Continuing to walk along, the knights can hear the beautiful, ethereal music more clearly.  After a while, they suddenly find themselves in the midst of the Kingdom Imperacu.

Entering a clearing, you see a multitude of Faerie knights and ladies, many astride gorgeous faerie horses.  There are also several frighteningly grotesque beings, who eye the knights suspiciously.  It only an act of valor that keeps the knights from fleeing.  Sprites flit here and there while goblins scamper about.  A wide field, upon which scores of silk pavilions stand, has replaced the dense forest that the knights have been traversing.  Here and there are patches of flowers as tall as trees..  A soft golden glow emanates from everything.  The faerie music continues to play and the gathered assembly murmurs in a strange, melodious tongue.  All eyes are fixed on the knights.  The crowd parts, revealing a dais , upon which are enthroned a handsome elf lord and a breathtaking elven damsel.  Both are attired in rich robes made of soft, rustling fur and ethereal, flowing cloth.

The lord beckons the party forward and speaks, "Come forward, Sir Caradwg.  Indeed, come forward all of you, Sir Dalan and Sir Gracian.  It is not often that mortals tread these paths.  Tell us how you came to know of our realm and what you seek here."

The grotesque monsters are Spriggans, fighting faeries who protect elven royalty.  You each receive a check in Valor for not fleeing.

Sir Dalan found himself having to bite his tongue to keep from singing along to strange and beautiful music. It was actually a relief to spoken to by the elf lord. He bowed graciously before the royal couple.

"My lord it seems you know us well enough, though this is the first we have set foot in your fair kingdom. It was our steeds, mortals like we, who sensed the borders of your land long before we heard your music and when we heard those soft sounds of the air we knew we where in the Faerie Realm. We left them beyond your borders my lord, for they were not beasts bred to magic, no matter whether to good or to ill. As for our quest we seek the fabled Whetstone of Tudwel Tudclud to aid gallant Sir Gawaine."

The King cocks an eyebrow, "and what or who led you to visit my Kingdom in search of this trinket?" he asks.  "We are a long way from London after all."

Sir Dalan bowed. "I swore an oath to never reveal such oh gracious king, even to one such as you. I say this to do you no insult my lord, who has shown us welcome and kindness or to your kingdom which as beautiful as any land as any I have seem, but to honour a promise to another, made on my solemn word as a knight."

Sir Gracian was sweating. Surrounded by strange beast of the Faerie Realm he suddenly felt very very far from home. He did not understand how Sir Dalan managed to keep his calm but he decided to let his companion do the talking. People - or beings - that looked at Sir Gracian probably saw a stoic knight calmly standing infront of the Elf Lord but fact was that he was more or less paralyzed by fear.

The King nods his understanding, "I do indeed have the whetstone in my possession," he admits.  "If you would do me a favor, I will give it to you."

He gestures to the Lady sharing the dais.  "My Lady Arwan's horse has been taken from her by a brute of a giant named Sangnoir, who dwells in your world.  Return the horse and you may have the whetstone.  Agreed?" he proposes.

Sir Dalan receives a check in Courtesy.

"It will be an honor, my Lord. Sir Dalan and I will bring back Lady Arwen's horse from the giant Sangnoir." Sir Gracian forced himself to speak. His voice sounded hoarse and was probably trembling even though he tried to hide his fear. "But where can we find this giant?"

"The horse's name is Selemine and can be recognized by a star-shaped mark on her forehead," the King replies.  He claps his hands and a breathtaking young faerie steps forward.  She kneels before her king and the knights, bows her head, and in an instant, is gone.  In her place, a small white bird flutters merrily in the air.

"Follow the bird, and she will lead you to Sangnoir's lair," the king explains.  The bird begins to fly away from the assembly.

Next Steps:

Anything else before following the bird?

"Thank you noble lord," Sir Dalan speaks and bows again before setting out after the bird.

Part of the young knight's soul cries out at departing without begging the king to teach him some of that beautiful and haunting faerie music, but duty wins out. Even as he departs the radiant court Sir Dalan feels tears sting his cheeks.

Unlike his companion Sir Gracian was grateful to depart. He saw the beauty of the Faerie Court yet he somehow found it unnatural and even so beautiful that it felt wrong. Anything as beautiful as that had to have a dark and sinister side to it.

The knights follow the white bird and soon find themselves at the edge of the forest, where it stops and flutters.  Ahead of you is a small hill 150 yards (meters) high some 200 yards (meters) away.  There is a large cave mouth halfway up the hill.  A narrow path, big enough for no more than two horses abreast, leads up to this cave.  All around the cave are bones and skulls - some are human but most are horse skulls.  There is a fire burning in a fire pit just before the cave.

Giants are big and nasty, so it may be worth planning a bit.  Anything from the bird before she flies off?

"Thank you for your aid my lady," Sir Dalan tells the bird. "Can you speak?"

The bird appears to shake its head, although it is difficult to tell as birds are not really designed to do that.  Either way, the bird does not make any noise.

Sir Dalan smiles sadly. "In that case I wish you simply good fortune winged one, from one singer to another."

He bowed lightly before the branch the bird was sitting on, then turned to Sir Gracian. He'd noticed his brother knight's discomfort around the faerie folk so imagined he'd be happy to see the dove depart.

Sir Gracian saw the delicate bird fly away and almost cried. He was but human and felt ashamed of not being able to cope with so much beauty. Sir Dalan was an artist. A man capable of creating beauty in words, song and beauty that would be remembered for eternity. Perhaps that was why Sir Dalan could cope with the beauty of the faerie realm without feeling sadness. Sir Gracian on the other hand was a warrior and knew that when he was dead he would soon be forgotten and was reminded of it when he saw the beautiful bird fly away.

He closed his eyes and forced himself to concentrate on the task ahead. "A giant they say? Even a giant can bleed and if it can bleed it can be killed, but you think there is another way for us to defeat the beast and return the horse? Perhaps we could set a trap for it and lure it out of the cave ... or you could try and sing and soothe it's evil heart?"

Sir Dalan shakes his head. "Not every occasion is one for song I fear my friend. I think we better lay a trap. Here let us examine any tracks to see if the giant has taken our quarry into his cave or if he hides her elsewhere."

"Good idea my friend. But I suspect the horse is in the cave ready to serve as a meal. Perhaps we can lure it out of the lair and into the woods where we can use a log to make it trip and slay it? It is not a noble way to fight but this is a giant and I suspect it is a formidable opponent."

The bird flies off and soon disappears from view.  Even as she goes, a monstrous figure emerges from the cave - the giant Sangnoir.  He has a horse's head impaled on a stick (although there is no star that would indicate that it is Selemine).  Sangnoir squats down before the fire and begins to roast the still-bleeding head.  He hums a tune in a rough, growly voice as he cooks his repast.

The only way up to the cave is via the path.  It may be possible to climb the backside of the hill, but it would be very difficult.

With some trial and error you can figure out the following:

If you are careful and stealthy, you have a decent chance of making it to the start of the path without being noticed, where you can hide behind rocks.

With luck you can make it about halfway up the path without being noticed.

If all three of you approach, he throws rocks down at you, which hurt a lot if they hit you.  He throws one per round and can throw them about 150 yards.

If only one or two approach, he comes halfway down and fights with a club.

What is the plan?

"We could wait until he has eaten his feast. I do not know if giants are so kin to men they grow sleepy after a heavy meal but without horses to ride a charge with him it may be our best chance."

Sangnoir roasts the horse head over the open flame before eating the thing in a disgusting display that threatens to sicken the knights watching from below.  Although the giant does not do much afterwards, he does not give any indication of going to sleep either.  It is now early afternoon.

You can wait until nightfall in the hopes of him going to sleep.  Of course, you have no idea how many horses he eats in a day, how many he has stored up, or which he will pick should he get hungry again.  But it would certainly reduce the risk of getting squashed by a boulder.

"Excellent plan, my friend, but it doesnt seem to be working. I still think we should draw him away from his lair, lure him into the woods where we can use logs to create traps for him. Should he stumble and fall we would have the advantage when attacking him. The lair is his home. He knows every part of his lair while we know nothing. In the woods he will not have that advantage and it will be easier for us to hide from him."

"I agree. We are unlucky with the times - if it were nearing dark I'd suggest lighting a fire to draw him out but it is only afternoon."

Sir Dalan strokes his cin in thought. "How about I sing peasant songs and you two make sounds of coarse merriment? If that brute thinks us only humble vagabonds making camp in the woods he's more likely to seek us out than if he thinks us the knights we are."

"A good idea ... do we have an axe? We could make noise as if we were trying to cut down trees while you sing. With a little luck he will think we are easy prey .... which we probably are ... " he added with a whisper.

"No axe I'm afraid. We'll have to stick to being travelers and hope we can draw him out."

"Very well .. let us retreat into the woods and then see if we can lure him out then. It all comes down to your singing, Sir Dalan. Again." Sir Gracian tried to smile but didnt seem thrilled about facing a giant. Saxon warbands, Irish raiders or renegade knights seemed easier to defeat than a horse-eating giant.

After several attempts, the knights find that Sangnoir does not seem very interested in them as long as they are not coming up his hill.  One possible explanation is that he likes to eat horses and not men and without their horses, attacking them is more effort than it is worth.

It is now mid afternoon.

Sir Dalan grinds his teeth in annoyance. "Looks we'll have to this the hard way and try and sneak up that path - or at least a couple of us will sneak while the other openly challenges him to come down."

"I will challenge him once you have reached a hiding place. I will call him out so when he comes charging down the path you will get a few good swings in as he move past you. I wish it wasnt needed but I fear it is our only option."

Sir Caradwg and Sir Dalan sneak up to the path and find some cover about halfway up the hillside.  Sir Gracian marches up to the foot of the hill and taunts the giant, who looks around, grabs his club, and ambles down the path toward the lone knight.

Sir Dalan and Sir Caradwg hold their breath as the large brute passes within a foot of their hiding places but does not notice them.  They lunge toward the giant's unprotected back as Sir Gracian engages Sangnoir from the front.  All three knights hit the giant and although Sangnoir's club hits Sir Gracian, his shield deflects the blow without damage.  Meanwhile, Sir Dalan and Sir Gracian draw thin trickles of blood from the giant's arm and torso, but Sir Caradwg's blow is unable to penetrate the giant's thick hide.

Sir Caradwg, rolled 13 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sir Dalan, rolled 8 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sir Caradwg, rolled 13 using 4d6.  Damage.
Sir Dalan, rolled 17 using 4d6+2.  Damage.
Sir Gracian, rolled 6 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sangnoir, rolled 1 using 1d20.  Club.
Sir Gracian, rolled 19 using 5d6.  Damage.
Sangnoir takes 13-15 = 0 damage, 17 - 15 = 2 damage, and 19 - 15 = 4 damage for a total of 6 damage.

The knights strike once more and again all successfully hit the giant, who continues to focus on Sir Gracian.  Sangnoir's own blow is again deflected by Sir Gracian's shield.  Sir Dalan again manages to cut through the giant's armored skin but that skin repels the blades of Sir Caradwg and Sir Gracian.

Sir Caradwg, rolled 6 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sir Dalan, rolled 5 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sir Caradwg, rolled 15 using 4d6.  Damage.
Sir Dalan, rolled 20 using 4d6+2.  Damage.
Sir Gracian, rolled 12 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sangnoir, rolled 2 using 1d20.  Club.
Sir Gracian, rolled 9 using 5d6.  Damage.
Sangnoir takes 15 - 15 = 0 damage, 20 - 15 = 5 damage, and 9 - 15 = 0 damage for a total of 5 damage.

Although he has been struck three times, Sangnoir gives no indication of having even noticed the blows, much less being particularly wounded.  He swings again at Sir Gracian but his club flies wide of the target as he is struck twice in the back by Sir Caradwg and Sir Dalan.  Sir Gracian's own blow just misses as he avoids tha Giant's massive club.  Sir Dalan successfully wounds the giant for the third time while Sir Caradwg's cut is deflected once more.

Sir Caradwg, rolled 7 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sir Dalan, rolled 7 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sir Caradwg, rolled 13 using 4d6.  Damage.
Sir Dalan, rolled 21 using 4d6+2.  Damage.
Sir Gracian, rolled 15 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sangnoir, rolled 18 using 1d20.  Club.
Sangnoir takes 13 - 15 = 0 damage, and 21 - 15 = 6 damage for a total of 6 damage.

Sangnoir seems to be getting somewhat tired of being hit from three sides, even if many of the blows fall harmlessly against his tough skin.  He shifts a bit to the side, giving Sir Caradwg an opening, which he exploits, but causing Sir Dalan to miss him.  The giant lands a mighty blow on Sir Gracian, who barely manages to get his shield in front of him to block some of the impact.  The blow staggers Sir Gracian, whose knees buckle before he slumps to the ground, momentarily dazed.

Sir Caradwg, rolled 2 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sir Dalan, rolled 19 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sir Caradwg, rolled 20 using 4d6.  Damage.
Sir Gracian, rolled 1 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sangnoir, rolled 7 using 1d20.  Club.
Sangnoir, rolled 26 using 8d6.  Damage.
Sangnoir takes 20 - 15 = 5 damage.
Sir Gracian takes 26 - 10 - 6 = 10 damage and is knocked to the ground for one round.

The giant turns back toward his cave and engages his tormentors.

Sir Caradwg and Sir Dalan no longer have a plus to hit as the giant is now facing them.  Sir Gracian will require a turn to get back to his feet should he wish to do so.

What would you like to do?  The giant appears to still be at better than half health.  It will probably take at least another 3 rounds at this rate to knock him unconscious.  A blow like the one Gracian took (which was a little below average) could flatten one of you if you fail to parry.

Sir Dalan stares gravely at the giant. "Stand down Sangnoir and give us the stolen Elf steed and we shall depart you in peace."

He smiled wearily. "You are a great fighter giant, but we are determined men. It is possible you will defeat the three of us, but only at the risk of bleeding to death from your wounds or living on as a cripple. And of course we may defeat you. Is all that worth a horse? Let us take it and will leave you be."

Sir Gracian struggled to get up from the ground. It felt like a mountain had hit him head on. The world was spinning and his body hurt in ways it had never hurt before. He could hear Sir Dalan speak up but he couldnt focus on his companion's words.

It seems that Sangnoir is simply a nasty, horse-eating giant who hates all men and whose only pleasure is to kill anyone who crosses his path.  Ignoring Sir Dalan's entreaties, the brute swings his club at Sir Caradwg, who deflects the blow and strikes a glancing blow off of the giant's thick hide, drawing a thin trickle of blood.  Sir Dalan's own blade misses as the giant's club rebounds off of Sir Caradwg's shield.

Sir Caradwg, rolled 6 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sangnoir, rolled 4 using 1d20.  Club.
Sir Dalan, rolled 16 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sir Caradwg, rolled 16 using 4d6.  Damage.
Sangnoir takes 16 - 15 = 1 point of damage.  Sir Gracian regains his feet.

Buoyed by his success, Sir Caradwg again swings at the giant but this time his sword goes wide and he takes a tremendous blow from the giant's club, which knocks him back several feet.   Sir Dalan, attempting to avoid getting hit by Sir Caradwg as he passes, also swings ineffectually.  Fortunately, Sir Gracian has gotten back to his feet and jabs his sword in the giant's back, although it barely scratches the beast.

Sir Caradwg, rolled 17 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sangnoir, rolled 1 using 1d20.  Club.
Sir Dalan, rolled 18 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sir Gracian, rolled 1 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sangnoir, rolled 25 using 8d6.  Damage.
Sir Gracian, rolled 16 using 5d6.  Damage.
Sangnoir takes 16 - 15 = 1 point of damage while Sir Caradwg takes 25 - 10 = 15 points of damage and is knocked to the ground for one turn.

Sir Dalan now faces the hulking beast, while Sir Gracian attacks once more from the rear.  Sir Dalan's blade rings true this time but it is for naught as the giant's club crashes into the valiant knight, sending him flying.  Perhaps distracted by his friend's tumultuous flight, Sir Gracian's blow is true but far to weak to penetrate the Giant's armor.

Sir Dalan, rolled 7 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sangnoir, rolled 12 using 1d20.  Club.
Sir Gracian, rolled 6 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sangnoir, rolled 29 using 8d6.  Damage.
Sir Gracian, rolled 10 using 5d6.  Damage.
Sir Dalan takes 29 - 10 - 6 = 13 points of damage and is out for a round, Sangnoir takes 10 - 15 = 0 damage.

As Sir Dalan goes flying, Sir Caradwg gets back to his feet and strikes at the giant, who strikes back harder, knocking the knight unconscious.  Sir Gracian finally deals a serious blow to the giant's back, cutting deeply and forcing the giant's attention back to him.

Sir Caradwg, rolled 5 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sangnoir, rolled 9 using 1d20.  Club.
Sir Gracian, rolled 7 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sangnoir, rolled 26 using 8d6.  Damage.
Sir Gracian, rolled 22 using 5d6.  Damage.
Sangnoir takes 22 - 15 = 7 damage, while Sir Caradwg takes 26 - 10 - 6 = 10 damage and goes unconscious.

As Sir Dalan returns to his feet behind the giant once more, he and Sir Gracian share a look.  They know that they are running out of time.  Although the giant has received a large number of small wounds, he is still standing.  Neither of the pair can take another blow from that huge club, nor can either of the brave knights hope to take down the beast alone.

Steeling themselves, they scream their war cries and rush at Sangnoir from front and back.  Both drive their swords into the monstrous beast, who seems confused and loses his grip on his club, which sales through the air and down the hill.  Sir Dalan's blow catches the giant behind the knees, while Sir Gracian's crushes in the left side of Sangnoir face.  The giant crumples to the ground, no longer moving.

Sir Gracian, rolled 3 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sangnoir, rolled 20 using 1d20.  Club.
Sir Dalan, rolled 12 using 1d20.  Sword.  Hit due to + from rear.
Sir Gracian, rolled 23 using 5d6.  Damage.
Sir Dalan, rolled 17 using 4d6+2.  Damage.
Sangnoir takes 23 - 15 = 8 and 17 - 15 = 2 for a total of 10 damage and falls unconscious.

There is nothing on Sangnoir's body and although unconscious he won't be waking up ever again.  Sir Caradwg is at 2 hp.  He is not going to die but nor will he be of any further use on the adventure.  He can be left here for the moment and recovered by his squire once you return to your horses, or you can create a litter and try to bring him back to the Kingdom Inapercu.

Sangnoir's is nothing but a filthy cave.  It smells foul - the scent of horses and their waste and the rank odor of the unwashed giant and his bedding (tanned horsehides) hang heavily in the air.  Bones are scattered across the floor and a few rotting horse carcasses hang on the walls.  At the back of the cave is a large pen in which there are five horses of various breeds.

Among the penned horses is Selemine, the faerie horse of the Lady Arwen.  It is obviously different from the others: its forehead is marked with a star-shaped patch, its grey coat is brilliant, and its grey mane is feathery and ethereal.

You each receive 100 Glory for defeating Sangnoir.
What would you like to do?

Sir Dalan sits down and breathes heavily. It takes long moments to get enough breath back to speak properly. When he does so he smiles wearily at Sir Gracian.

"When I sing of this tale remind me to make it less exhausting my brother. Come, we better help our fallen bretheren."

Sir Dalan assists with making a litter for Sir Caradwg before venturing into the cave. He boggles at the captured horses before approaching Selemine, awed at the unworldly sight of the horse. "I do not know if faerie horses understand the speech of mortals but if you do we are here to rescue you and return you to your mistress."

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OOC: Can we take the four 'mortal' horses with us?

If so I suggest we each take one - even if Sir Tyngyr and Sir Caradwg are NPCs they are still our brother knights who participated in the quest.

Sir Gracian found himself unable to speak. He was on the ground trying to catch his breath and when Sir Dalan spoke he merely raised his hand in acknowledgement while trying to speak a few words "... no ... one ... believe ... this ... any ... way ..."

He finally managed to venture into the cave with Sir Dalan. "Indeed a magnificent steed." he said when he saw Selemine "... and one worthy of a Queen. I hope the Elf Lord will keep his word when we return Selemine so we can go back to the Realm of Man. I must say I will rather fight Saxons than I will fight Giants."

Selemine gives every appearance of attacking anyone who approaches her.  However, Sir Dalan manages to calm the faerie horse down sufficiently that she does not simply bolt when freed.

After fashioning a stretcher for their fallen brother, which they mount across a pair of the found horses, the two weary companions mount the two remaining horses and follow Selemine as she leads them back into the Faerie Realm.

There is much celebrating in the Kingdom Inapercu when the knights return.  King Billis asks to hear the details of your fight with Sangnoir.  Lady Arwen, with tears in her eyes, thanks you with all of her heart for the return of her beloved horse.

The four horses were three Palfrey and one Sumpter.  Total value = £6 60d.  If you wish to sell them off (you already have spare horses) you can each just add £2 20d to your money as there were three of you at the giant.  Sir Caradwg will stay in the Faerie realm.

Sir Dalan gets a check in Horsemanship.

What do you have to say of your fight?

Sir Gracian is uncomfortable being so close to the Faerie Realm and does his best not to stare at the strange creatures he see at the court. He tries to be at polite and well-mannered but often wonders if court etiquette is different in the realm of faeries than in the realm of mortals. Sp he tries to keep his mouth shut, observe and listen and when King Billie ask to hear the details of the fight with the giant Sangnoir Sir Gracian is eager to point to Sir Dalan. "My well-spoken brother-in-arms is much better than I to tell the tale of our adventure. The giant was indeed a fearsome opponent and had my companions not be such splendid warriors I am sure I would have perished". Fearful that he has said too much Sir Gracian suddenly turn quiet and looks at Sir Dalan and hope he will step up and tell the tale.

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I am all for taking the money :) Money, money, money must be funny in a rich man's world.

And I wonder if Courtesy skill can be used to know how to act in the Court of the Faerie King?
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Sir Dalan looks a little awkward but bows to the elven king and queen.

"Your grace, my brother knight has already told you the meat of our story and I fear there is little more to add. Still, I shall try."

He cleared his throat and began to sing before Billis and Arwen.

"The giant feasted before his lair,
Great and broad and ugly and vile,
As foul as sight as thy queen is fair,
At first we sought to take him by guile,

To our tricks and calls he paid no heed,
So by force we knew we must slay Sangnoir,
And liberate thy wife's faerie steed,
By which all of use could win our desire,

Two hid to strike at the beast from the side,
While one stood proud a challenge on his lips,
To make the brute's slow witted mind decide,
A lone and foolhardy knight was in his grips,

When he came to the fight we three struck as one,
Our blades bouncing from a hide like ancient stones,
And it was long till our surprise and numbers won,
Battle against he who mocked thy and thy lady's thrones."

The Lords and Ladies cheer, while the King praises the knights on their valor and cunning.  "A masterful deed masterfully recounted," he proclaims, clapping.  "We will see to your companion," he promises, indicating Sir Caradwg.  "Now, I invite you to join us this evening.  We are having a grand celebratory feast in honor of the return of Lady Arwen's steed."

Sir Dalan gets a check in Sing, you both get an additional 50 glory for the spreading of your tale to the Faerie Court.

Sir Dalan pales at this. "Forgive me wise and noble King Billis but are the tales true that days pass differently in the faerie kingdom as they do in the mortal world? Our great friend Sir Gawaine must have the Treasures of Britain in time for his challenge."

The King smiles good-naturedly, "fear not, noble knights, you will depart my Kingdom the morning following your arrival whether you join us in celebrating or not."

Sir Gracian was horrified of the thought of spending more time in the Faerie Realm but he was too afraid to speak up so he merely nodded and tried to remain calm.

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I love the idea of the Faerie Realm and the Faerie Court and I want us to stay so never mind Sir Gracian's condition :)

Sir Dalan let out a sigh of relief he hadn't known he'd been holding in and bowed once more. "It would be an honour to join your celebration King Billis."

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OOC: I agree, I love the Faerie Realm and Court aspect. IC Sir Dalan is awed and enchanted by the beauty of the place and the inhabitants but he does still have a flicker of uncertainy as you see!

King Bellis beams, "excellent," he says as he claps his hands.  Two comely^* maidens appear and escort the knights to a pair of tents.  Each tent has a steaming bath and fresh clothing in your size.

The maidens are neither shy nor modest, eager to assist the knights but willing to respect their privacy as well, although a request for privacy might elicit some giggles.  Noting your wounds, the maidens will attempt to apply a delicate-smelling salve that heals 6 points of damage.

Once bathed and suitably attired, the knights depart their tents to find a grand feast and celebration in progress.  Faerie knights on horseback jousting, other playing all manner of games, Fae maidens to dance with, and exotic foods that defy description.  The sumptuous feast is paired with heady wines and ales.  A particular delicacy is the dressed white peacock in orange and peach sauce.  All of the activities are accompanied by Faerie musicians and a variety of songbirds.

Feel free to describe the scene and your reactions.  All activities are open to you, eating, dancing, jousting with Faerie knights (no lasting damage), and wooing of Elf maidens.

^* Mortal women tend to range in appearance from 3-18. Ariette, who was vying for Sir Tor's attention, is very attractive at an appearance of 17.  Queen Guinevere is a scarcely-human 30.  Sort of a once-in-a-generation level of beauty.  The Fae range around high 20s to mid 30s.  The two accompanying Sir Dalan and Sir Gracian are App 32-33.  You have simply never seen anyone so beautiful.

Sir Dalan's eyes grow wide in disbelief at the sight of the faerie maiden who seems more goddess than mere woman. Speechless and witless he allows himself to be led to the bath, though he regains his senses as he realises what is going on. Blushing ferociously he allows her to attend to his wounds, though he tries to keep his modesty as best as he can.

"What... what is your name?" he asks, still struggling to form coherent thoughts next to such a radiant being. Suddenly he feels very ugly and lumpen next to the beautiful faerie folk.

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OOC: Would it be appropriate to roll an Amor meeting such a beautiful woman?

"I am Aliadra," she replies coyly.  She gives no indication of finding Sir Dalan unattractive.  In fact, quite the opposite>  She seems quite impressed with his role in defeating the giant Sangnoir, a brutish beast to be sure, as well as his beautiful singing voice.  Perhaps when surrounded by beauty it takes on less importance?

OOC:  You should roll an Amor (Aliadra) at 3d6+10.  Normally you can only have a single Amor, which for Dalan would be Ellowyn, but I consider this to be a different sort of Amor, something of a dream almost.

Sir Dalan smiles, trying to hide his shyness at this lovely and sweet natured woman. "A honour to meet you fair Aliadra. I would ask you to dance later, though I fear my feet are not the finest even for a mortal man." He takes her hand. "Though perhaps thy grace shall inspire me."

He allows Aliadra to chose suitable clothes for him and escort him to the dining table, though seeing the jousts he begs a moment away to try his hand against the faerie knights. "Forgive me but I am a knight and even should I falter it would be a splendid thing to face against the chivalry of elvenkind." He pauses, looking embarrassed. "Where have my wits gone.... I have no steed with me!"

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OOC: 18:22, Today: Sir Dalan rolled 23 using 3d6+10.  Amor (Aliadra).

Wow!

Sir Gracian found himself lost in a dream. The colors, the sounds, the tastes .. it was all so vibrant and so timeless. It was a world of wonder and mystery. A world both young and ancient. A world in many ways so perfect that it brought tears to his eyes when he thought of his home and of the realm of mortals where poverty and cruelty seemed to rule almost supreme.

As the elf maid tended to his wounds he finally found the courage to speak. Until then he had not dared to say a word too afraid to ruin the perfection that was infront of him.

"You are by all means the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, my Lady. Forgive me the boldness of my words and I mean you no disrespect. When you look at me my heart almost burst, when you laugh I almost cry tears of joy and when you so graciously tend to my wounds then I am the proudest man. I know that I will leave this realm tomorrow and return to the realm of mortals. It is where I belong - in a world of war, tears and sadness. I am a flawed man and a barstard. I come from a people that is now lost and have no place in this new world that I have sworn to defend to my death. I will one day die a violent death and never live to see the autumn of my years but I promise you, fair lady, that I will never ever forget you or this moment. This moment - right now -  will be the last thing I think of when death comes to me and I will die with a smile on my face and pride in my heart if you will but tell me your name."

The Elf Maiden seems to literally glow at Sir Gracian's praise.  Perhaps it is a form of blushing?  Her laughter comes like the sound of water splashing on rock on a hot day.  It is not unkind or taunting but filled with joy.  "And here I feared you a mute only to find your tongue laced with mithrel," she says, tracing an idle finger along your arm.

"It is I who is honored to be allowed to serve so brave and modest a knight.  To do battle against one such as Sangnoir not for glory or riches but to help another in need?  To return our Lady's horse and never say a word boasting of your accomplishments?  Even entering our land is more than the bravest among you could do!" she exclaims.

She tilts her head slightly to one side and replies, "my name is Flydorill, and perhaps after the feast I could provide you with some further memories and future smiles."  She flashes Sir Gracian a coquettish grin as she leads him from the tent to the festivities.

Roll an Amor (Flydorill) at 3d6+10.
Joining Sir Dalan at the jousts, eating, drinking, dancing?
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Sir Gracian follow the beautiful Flydorill with a smile on his face and for a moment forgets about his fears of the faeries. Instead he wine and dine and dance and sing. He knows well he must be seen as a brute by such refined creatures yet he want to spend every second with fair Flydorill.

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Sir Gracian rolled 21 using 3d6+10.  Amor (Flydorill)

Aliadra claps her hands excitedly at the prospect of watching Sir Dalan joust.  When he mentions having no steed, she laughs and it is like a rainbow appearing after a storm.  She waves at one of the knights, who approaches and gets down from his horse, handing Sir Dalan the reins.

"This is my brother, Jawlyre," she says by way of introduction.

The Faerie Lord bows before unbuckling his breatplate and buckling it on the knight as Aliadra places her favor, a short vine with pretty purple flowers, around his upper arm.  The breastplate is almost weightless and the shield Sir Dalan is given looks like a giant seashell.  Aliadra gives Sir Dalan a slightly-less-than-chaste kiss.

Mounting the faerie horse, Sir Dalan can feel the horse's power and it takes much of his strength and will to keep the mighty steed from launching itself at his opponent.  A corridor has formed with the Fae lining both sides.  At the far end another Faerie Lord sits atop his own steed.

His mind is fogged by the intimate kiss from the lovely elf maiden and hazy from the smell of her perfume, a mix of cinnamon and lavender.  Sir Dalan does not even see the signal to start but his borrowed horse bolts at the sight and catapults toward his opponent.  It is at times like this that muscle memory and training take over and so it is for Sir Dalan.  Barely noticing what he is doing, he couches the lance and aims it for the Faerie Knight's shield.

His blow strikes true a split second before his opponent's, sending the Faerie knight tumbling off of his horse.  The crowd erupts in a wild cheer for both contestants.  Somehow, Aliadra is waiting as Sir Dalan dismounts the horse, where she throws her arms around him.  Soon after, the fallen knight approaches, beaming.  He shakes Sir Dalan's hand and congratulates him on his skill.  He appears to have earned himself a lot of Glory by jousting the Notable Sir Dalan.

Gain 10 Glory and a check in Lance if you don't have one.

Aliadra pulls Sir Dalan through the congratulatory crowd to the dance floor.

Dancing with the Elf is like floating on clouds in a swirl of colors and smells.  It can only be described as magical.  She moves with effortless grace and although she allows Sir Dalan to lead, as is appropriate, she has a way of showing him what to do and when, as if they are linked in some way.

Sir Dalan gets a +5 to his roll, which he then criticals.  Add +1 to Dance.

Meanwhile, Flydorill leads Sir Gracian to a table heaped with delicacies of every variety, where they sit and eat.  Flydorill hands Sir Gracian a cup of light-green liquid that tastes like dew falling from a rose petal.  A group of other Faeries join the pair and soon all are singing and laughing and telling jokes and stories.

Before he knows what is happening, Sir Gracian is standing on the table with several dozen Fae looking up at him exhorting him to sing for them.  Sir Gracian is not a singer on a normal day and certainly not in front of crowd.  The only song that comes to mind is a rough drinking song hardly fit for an assembly of course knights let alone this august company.

As he stutters lamely, Flydorill gets up next to him and puts her arm around his waist.  Sir Gracian can feel her soft curves pressing against his side and smell the fragrance of her hair, which reminds him of lilacs.  Screwing up his courage, he starts to sing.  Then, something amazing happens.  Flydorill sings along with him.  It seems impossible that this beautiful, fair creature could know this song and yet somehow she is singing it with him.  Her melodious voice a counterpoint to his own gutteral one.  Somehow, it is beautiful.  When it is done, many of those assembled are crying and all are cheering wildly.

Sir Gracian gets a point in Singing.

It seems that whatever is in this dew-flavored mixture it is highly intoxicating because when Sir Gracian and Flydorill get out on the dance floor he is a complete mess.  Even with his partner's otherworldly help, he seems destined to step on or kick everyone else on the dance floor.  And yet, no one seems to mind.

When the dance is over, Sir Gracian is cajoled into telling a story.  Perhaps the liquor addled his brain or the success of his drinking song led him to overconfidence.  Whatever the case, what comes out is a base and probably blasphemous retelling of a course story that in any other company would have resulted in stoning.  However, the Fae seem to be in a perpetually jolly mood and no offense is taken.

Sir Gracian fumbled his Orate roll, he gets a point in Orate.

The two knights are led back to their respective tents and enjoy the pleasures therein before falling, exhausted, to sleep.

Day 30

In the morning, the two wake up in the middle of the Forest Arroy.  There is no trace of the Kingdom Inapercu.  On the ground there are three packages.  One contains the Whetstone of Tudwal Tudclud and a note, "Beware Morgan Le Fay, she is responsible for the coming of the Grey Knight."  The other two packages are wrapped with a bow of pretty purple flowers and a bow of tangerine flowers respectively.  Sir Dalan and Sir Gracian recognize the flowers from the night before.

Walking a ways, the pair find their squires and horses where they left them.  When asked, the squires explain that Sir Caradwg's squire and horse disappeared during the night.  No sign of either can be found.

It is normally about a 10-day journey from here to London and the knights have 12 days until Pentecost, so no problem . . . right?  3:-{>

Both Sir Dalan and Sir Gracian have their Faerie Lore score raised to 5 and get a check in Faerie Lore as a result of their encounter with the Fae.

What would you like to do?

With a heavy heart Sir Gracian understands that the Kingdom of Inapercu is gone and with it the fair Elf Maiden Flydorill that stole his heart. He carefully and slowly opens the package meant for him.

"I almost wish they had stolen us away for a hundred years, my brother." he says softly to brave Sir Dalan. "Is it terribly selfish of me to dream of that?"

Sir Dalan is silent a moment, quite overcome as he looks down at the package garlanded with lavender. Blinking back tears he takes it reverentially recalling the way Aliadra perfume had exploded in his brain, the caress of her lips on his...

"No Sir Gracian, a hundred years would be a wondorous dream. We are the most fortunate and unfortunate of men to have seen what we have seen and to have departed." He smiles softly at his friend. "I think that I would fight a hundred Sangnoirs to go through that again! But I know it is not meant to be."

He carefully opens his own package.

Sir Dalan's package contains a dress.  A Faerie dress.  It is easily the most beautiful dress the young knight has ever seen.  It is woven of thread so fine that the individual strands cannot be made out.  It is the color of Lady Ellowyn's eyes and it shimmers as the light hits it.  Sir Dalan recalls now mentioning his human love and remarking on her eyes.

Sir Gracian's package contains a necklace of mithril and diamonds.  It is impossibly delicate and shimmers like fire in the early morning light.  Although he has no skill at appraising jewelry, he is pretty sure that it is worth more than his estate with himself included.

Very carefully Sir Dalan wraps the dress up in the package again so his horse could carry it. "Thank you fair Aliadra with hair like autumn leaves and lavender always about you." A wistful smile crossed his lips.

"Well my brother we best ride on. I'll carry the whetstone if you wish. Or at least my rouncy will."

The pair set off along the long road to London, hoping that the worst of their journey is already behind them and that a dozen days will be sufficient time to see them to their destination.  Almost at once, however, the skies darken and sheets of rain begin to fall, making traveling difficult.  Lashed by rain, with a howling wind assaulting their ears and branches seemingly grasping at them, the two knights struggle onward.

Sir Gracian is sure that this is no normal storm (he gains a check in Awareness).  Movement is slowed to one-half normal.

What will the knights do?

OOC: The whetstone is relatively small, fitting comfortably in one hand.  It is by appearance little more than a rock.  Do either Sir Gracian or Sir Dalan sharpen their own blades?  What they know of the whetstone comes from a song they heard before departing London which simply noted that it would sharpen only a brave man's blade.  It must be powerful magic though if it is the only means of saving Sir Gawaine.

"We should try a different route," Sir Dalan tries to make himself heard above the storm. "We'll get nowhere this way!"

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OOC: Sir Dalan does not sharpen his sword; it is for Sir Gawaine not himself!

"Indeed you are right." Sir Gracian tries to yell back. "I fear this storm is not natural but instead fueled by sorcery must foul. Perhaps Morgana La Fay is trying to prevent us return with the whetstone. We must hurry and find a different way ... no matter what happens you must reach the court of our King or else all is lost!"

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OOC: I agree ... it is for Sir Gawaine and not for us. Now onwards! :D

The storm rages for three days without letup.  Although the pair try different routes, there is no relief.  Talking to other travelers they find that for them the storm has only just started, suggesting that it is localized somehow to the two knights from Salisbury.  Although they try to outrun the storm, it is slow going and they seem at best to only be making half their normal pace under the deluge.

Finally, after three days the storm suddenly lets up and they find themselves in beautiful spring weather.  Although it takes them several hours to dry out, they are once more making good time on their way to London.

They make it safely to Lambor Castle and head South on the King's Road.  A few days later, they arrive at Cirencester and head east toward London, only a handful of days away.  Soon after, they pass Silchester and know that a quick right would take them home to Salisbury.  How long has it been since they were home?  It seems like ages and they long to rest by the fire in their own manors.  But instead they press onward, for it is Sir Gawaine and the King who are depending on them now, regardless of how tired they are of riding throughout the day for weeks on end.

Now on familiar roads, they travel for some time before Sir Dalan suddenly realizes that they have not seen some of the landmarks that they should have seen.  In fact, they should be nearing Windsor Castle but it is nowhere in sight.  Looking around suspiciously, he can see a weird warping of the air when he moves his head back-and-forth.  Some sort of spell has been cast on them or the road and they are traveling in circles.  In fact, they are still at the crossroads that lead toward Salisbury.

Day 39

Free of the galmour, the knights begin to make good time once more, although it will be a tight thing getting to London in time.  After riding for another couple of hours, the knights suddenly hear a woman's cry.  Coming around a bend in the road, they see a dark-haired woman of about 15 being assaulted by five surly looking men with swords and bows.

"HALT YOU BRIGANDS!" the young knight cries out. It is pure instinct. Had he had time to think he would have used the element of surprise and charged the brigands at once. But he hadnt had time to think and now anger boils inside of him. "LET HER BE!"

Sir Dalan rides after his brother, trying to catch up, shouting to be heard. "WAIT BROTHER IT MAY BE A TRICK OF MORGANA'S!"
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Trick or no, the ruffians are real and seem to have no love of knights.  "Bugger off and leave real men to their play," one man shouts back.

Three of the men loose arrows at the two knights.  Although two whistle passed the mounted knights, the third ricochets off of Sir Gracian's armor.  Throwing the girl roughly to the ground, the other two face the knights with swords drawn.

With a mighty roar Sir Gracian draws his sword and charge the nearest brigand ignoring - or not hearing - Sir Dalan's warning.

Reluctantly Sir Dalan joins in the charge against the other brigand with a sword.

Seemingly surprised by the knights' charge, the archers flee into the woods, leaving the two sword-wielding brigands to swing ineffectually against the mounted knights, their blows going wide.  Sir Dalan and Sir Gracian, however, strike true.  Although the blows are light, they are enough to send the remaining brigands scurrying off for their lives into the thick undergrowth.

Sir Dalan, rolled 12 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sir Gracian, rolled 1 using 1d20.  Sword.
Brigand1, rolled 5 using 1d20.  Sword.
Brigand2, rolled 11 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sir Dalan, rolled 9 using 4d6+2.  Damage.
Sir Gracian, rolled 10 using 5d6.  Damage.
Brigand1 takes 9 - 4 = 5 damage and flees.  Brigand2 takes 10 - 4 = 6 damage and flees.

Returning to the young woman, they find that she has gotten back to her feet and has a bruise along the right side of her face where one of the brigands hit her.  "Good Sir knights, thank you for driving off those horrible men.  Goodness knows what they would have done to me if you had not happened along.  My name is Gilegra and I am trying to reach King Arthur to ask a boon of Merlin.  My father, an old friend of the Archdruid from the days of Vortigern, is very ill."

Looking around nervously she goes on, "I did not realize how dangerous this road was and I fear that more bandits lurk in these parts.  I beg you to allow me to accompany you as far along the road as you are going," she entreats.

"Fear not, young lady." says Sir Gracian with a smile. "Of course we will accompany you to the King's Court. I am Sir Gracian of Dinton and this is the noble Sir Dalan of Tisbury. Can you ride? If so then take one of my horses ... it is not much but at least it is more comfortable than walking."

Sir Dalan nods graciously at the rescued girl but is clearly already impatient to begin riding again - Sir Gawaine needs them!

"Onward my friend. Nothing can stop us now!" Sir Gracian laughs and spurs his horse.

Gilegra is able to ride the horse, with some instruction, although she does not seem used to riding.  Several hours later it is time to bed down for the night.

During the night, Sir Dalan is awakened by a soft shake.  Gilegra is standing over him and motioning him to follow her, "come with me, I have a secret message from Merlin," she whispers.  Her innocent, dark eyes fix on Sir Dalan.  Still half asleep, the confused knight follows her into the woods.

Once away from the camp, she explains, "Merlin is concerned about the treasure you carry.  He asked that I examine it to make sure that it is the correct treasure.  If it is, he will take steps to ensure that it makes it to London in time."

Sir Dalan is standing in the woods about one turn at a run from camp with neither weapons nor armor.  The whetstone is with his horse.  He is free to do as he pleases

Sir Dalan's eyes widened and he turned on the spot running back to his horse. "MY BROTHER AWAKE WE'VE BEEN TRICKED! SHE'S MORGANA!"

The woman lets out a shriek and Sir Dalan briefly glimpses a female clad in armor, swinging a sword at him as he dashes back toward the camp.  Gilegra's blade slices through the air in the place where Sir Dalan had just been.

Gilegra, rolled 14 using 1d20.  Sword.

Sir Gracian, who had stirred when Sir Dalan and Gilegra left camp (Awareness success, take a check in Awareness if you don't have one), looks around to see that his companion and the woman are missing.  He grabs his own sword as he sorts through the possibilities.  His musings are interrupted by Sir Dalan's screams, and shortly thereafter the sight of Sir Dalan running through the woods toward the camp with Gilegra, in armor, in hot pursuit.

Intercepting the woman, Sir Gracian swings wildly but Gilegra does no better.  Neither blow lands and the two face off as Sir Dalan fetches his own sword.

Sir Gracian, rolled 16 using 1d20.  Sword.
Gilegra, rolled 13 using 1d20.  Sword.

On his second attempt, Sir Gracian connects but Gilegra misses once more.  Sir Gracian's blow knocks the armored woman off of her feet.

Sir Gracian, rolled 3 using 1d20.  Sword.
Gilegra, rolled 18 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sir Gracian, rolled 14 using 5d6.  Damage.
Gilegra, rolled 13 using 1d20.  Dexterity.
Gilegra takes 14 - 6 = 8 damage and is knocked to the ground.

As Sir Dalan arrives, sword in hand, the two demand that Gilegra surrender but she spits at them and curses, attempting to rise and attack once more.  The two strike down on her and kill her.

Sir Gracian, rolled 5 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sir Dalan, rolled 2 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sir Gracian, rolled 16 using 5d6.  Damage.
Sir Dalan, rolled 18 using 4d6+2.  Damage.
Gilegra takes 16 - 6 = 10 and 18 - 6 = 12 damage for a total of 22.  She is dead.

While honorable knights generally don't fight women or hit grounded foes, Gilegra was neither a knight nor an honorable opponent, so we will just let it slide.  100 Glory each for killing a Raven Witch.  I am not giving Sir Dalan points in Trusting or Suspicious as he was placed under a spell.

As both knights have previously seen Morgan Le Fay, they are pretty sure that the dead woman at their feet is not her.  In the morning they depart in haste toward London once more.

Day 40

The pair journey onward, passing Windsor Castle in the afternoon and making decent time.  Close to sunset, Sir Gracian notices something in the road ahead.  Some movement by the side of the road.  Watching for a moment he realizes that there is an ambush ahead.  There are two archers on each side of the road, lying in wait for them.

Critical success on Awareness, add +1 to Awareness Sir Gracian.

You can either avoid the ambush or attack.  Because of Sir Gracian's keen eyesight, you think you can get the drop on them should you decide to attack.

Sir Gracian had been quiet ever since their nightly encounter. He felt like a fool for letting down his guards and almost failing in their quest. He was just about to apologise to his friend when he spotted the ambush. He signalled Sir Dalan to halt and whispered "I see two ambushers. I dont think they have spotted us yet. We could avoid the ambush but it would cost time."

"Then we best attack," Sir Dalan whispers back. A hint of a smile appears on his face. "I prefer to face mere mortals rather than witchcraft!"

"And I am sorry about that ..." Sir Gracian whispers  while drawing his sword "The witch and all that. I am too gullible ... well .. I take the right side and you take the left side."

"Do not worry my brother. I admit she tricked me too for a while." Sir Dalan whispers, moving to the left.

The two knights depart the road on either side, swinging wide to come upon their attackers from the flank.  After 5 minutes, the squires and horses continue a ways down the road, staying out of easy bowshot range and giving a signal.  The two knights charge at their would-be attackers with swords, each striking one.  Sir Dalan's lays unconscious while Sir Gracian's takes a nasty slash before fleeing into the underbrush.

Sir Dalan, rolled 12 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sir Gracian, rolled 13 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sir Dalan, rolled 22 using 4d6+2.  Damage.
Sir Gracian, rolled 15 using 5d6.  Damage.
Bowman 1 take 22 - 4 = 18 and is unconscious, Bowman 2 takes 15 - 4 = 11 and flees.

The two swing at the second bowmen on their side, with Sir Gracian hitting his but Sir Dalan loses his grip on his sword, which would have flown into the woods save for the strap around his wrist.  The bowmen manage to get off their arrows first, which find their mark but do no damage.  Sir Dalan's second opponent scurries off in pursuit of his fellow.

Sir Dalan, rolled 20 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sir Gracian, rolled 4 using 1d20.  Sword.
Sir Dalan, rolled 21 using 5d6.  Damage.
Bowman 3, rolled 10 using 1d20.  Bow.
Bowman 4, rolled 13 using 1d20.  Bow.
Bowman 3, rolled 15 using 3d6.  Damage.
Bowman 4, rolled 9 using 3d6.  Damage.
Bowman 3 takes 21 - 4 = 17 damage and is unconscious.  Sir Dalan takes 9 - 10 = 0 damage and Sir Gracian takes 15 - 10 - 6 = 0 damage.

Not long after the encounter with the thwarted ambush, it grows dark and the knights are forced to make camp.  The night passes uneventfully and at first light, they are in the saddle once more, heading toward London.

Day 41

The day is grey and overcast and London is still a long way away.  So the knights push hard all day.  Traffic on the road is increasing as the pair approach London and they are not bothered by magical or mundane means.  Perhaps interference this close to London would be noticed?

As it grows dark once more, they are still many miles from their destination but without light they can travel no further.  They make camp for one last night and fall into an uneasy sleep.  Tomorrow is the day that they have been working toward for seven long, grueling weeks.

Day 42

Overnight the clouds depart and it turns into a crisp and clear night.  A couple of hours before dawn, a gibbous moon rises in the East, shining a ghostly light on the darkened landscape.

The stillness of the night is suddenly shattered by the clatter of hooves along the road by the camp.  Several horses come jerkily to a stop and a familiar voice calls out, "to arms, Brothers, the night is waning and evil is afoot."

Instantly alert, the Salisbury knights look up to see a ghostly version of their companion, Sir Tyngyr, astride his horse with his squire and spare horses in tow.  He is heavily bandaged and has been lashed to his saddle for he looks like he should not be out of bed much less galloping through the darkness on a horse.  Lines of pain are etched around his eyes and in addition to an unhealthy pallor, he looks like he has been riding for many hours.

As his fellow knights arise, Sir Tyngyr explains, "someone has set a Barguest^* after you, which can only mean that you have the Treasure that will save Sir Gawaine.  I can keep the beast from your trail but you need to get moving.  You are still a long way from the tournament field."

^* A Barguest is a black demon dog that can cause fear and must be killed in a single blow.  You have never had a desire to meet one.

A look of sorrow passes across Sir Dalan's face as he realises what Sir Tyngyr's ghostly appearance means."My dear friend I will make sure all know you as the hero of this tale. Until we ride together once more in the hereafter farewell gallant Sir Tyngyr!"

With a sad last look at his friend Sir Dalan kicks his stirrups and rides on.

Sir Gracian said nothing. With sadness in his eyes he sat still on his horse for a moment before raising his hand as a last farewell to Sir Tyngr. Then he turned his horse, kicked the stirrups and rode on with all haste and tears flowing down his face.

The two knights quickly mount and ride off, their extra horses and squires in tow.  Sir Tyngyr's squire Cadlew and extra horses with them, and Sir Tyngyr himself bringing up the rear.

The ghastly-looking knight looks around furtively and occasionally sniffs the air or stops to listen.  About a half an hour after departing, he closes his visor and couches his lance.

Sir Dalan and Sir Gracian see a shadowy form ahead of them in the road, loping toward them.  There comes a menacing growl and the sound of jangling chains and the beast comes into plain view.  It is a large black dog with glowing eyes the size of saucers.  It seems to focus on Sir Dalan and breaks into a run toward him.

Sir Tyngyr lowers his lance and charges.  As he passes his fellows he shouts, "stay right and trust no one but Sir Gawaine or his squire."  Then he is passed and his lance dips as it skewers the dog, throwing it back several yards to the left side.

Sir Dalan and Sir Gracian and their retinue charge around on the right.  Sir Tyngyr drops his lance and wheels to the left at the end of his charge, drawing his sword as the Barguest tries to get around him and pursue Sir Dalan once more.  Sir Tyngyr strikes another blow that sends the beast hurtling backwards once more and presses forward as the thing gets up once more.  Again he bats it back with his sword and presses close to keep it from getting around him.

The knights soon lose sight of their comrade and the Barguest in the low light but they hurry on as fast as they dare in the poor light.  The dog looks fast enough to pace a horse over a long distance, so if Sir Tyngyr can't give them at least a few minutes head start, they might be seeing the thing again.

It is only about an hour later when the sun first crests the rolling hills before them and glints off of the towers of London in the distance that they begin to relax.  As they ride, Sir Gracian's squire relays what he was told by Sir Tyngyr's squire, and younger brother, Cadlew.  It seems that Tyngyr and Cadlew were only half-brothers.  Cadlew only found out recently that Tyngyr was part Fae.  After Tyngyr was knocked unconscious in the Wasteland, Cadlew managed after a couple of days to get him to Canduel and a boat bound for London.  The sea journey took several weeks, during which Tyngyr eventually regained consciousness.  He was still very sick when he arrived in London but he searched daily for rumors about his compatriots.  Yesterday, he had a vision, which he believed was from his mother, about the Barguest and he set out immediately to warn Sir Dalan, Sir Gracian, and Sir Caradwg.  Being part Fae, Tyngyr knew how dangerous a Barguest can be and seeing only two of his companions, he knew they could not risk trying to kill it as a group.

Somberly, the knights continue their ride toward London.  As it grows later and they got closer to London, the road becomes clogged with people and they have to force their way through the crowds.  The mood in the City is that of a funeral.  Eventually, they get close to the tournament field itself and are forced to dismount in order to push their way through the throngs.  They can hear the sounds of battle ringing out across the field.  The contest has already begun!

At length, they are able to push their way to the front.  On the field, Sir Gawaine and the Grey Knight have at each other.  Arthur watches from the dais, to the side of which stand Lady De Vance and her dwarf servant.  The pair recognize Gawaine's standard next to a man standing close by, his face pale.  Sir Gawaine is bloody from many wounds, only his great strength and will are keeping him alive.  The Grey Knight has obviously been wounded frequently - indeed, almost butchered.  His armor is rent and dented and strips of flesh dangle from his body.  There is, however, no trace of blood on his person.

As the knights watch, Sir Gawaine delivers a mighty blow to the Grey Knight's head, knocking off his helmet.  A collective gasp arises from the crowd as it becomes obvious that the Grey Knight is a dead man.  His face is clammy white.  There are worm holes in his flesh.  His eyes are sunken in his sockets.  All is still and silent for a heartbeat - no one moves, no one speaks.  Then, all hear King Arthur's awed gasp:  "King Ryons!"

A couple of people in the crowd mutter, "Arthur's great enemy from the last revolt.  Yet, was he not slain before the Battle of Terrabel?"

There is a bit of a pause before the pair will resume trying to kill one another, Sir Dalan is holding the whetstone, what would you like to do?

"Your brother is a very great knight and songs shall be sung of him," Sir Dalan tells Cadlew. He smiles sadly. "As they will of you someday."

Sir Dalan is uncharacteristically quiet as they approach London, weighed down by weariness and the great events they have been through. The faces of Sir Caradwg and Sir Tyngyr, the nightmarish Sangnoir and the incomparably lovely Aliadra all swim through his mind. Beneath his armour he feels like a man almost set to burst with passions both dark and light. In some ways perhaps he is already a changed man.

At the tournament the sight of gallant Sir Gawaine shocks Sir Dalan from his stupor. Anxiously he looks around for his liege, Earl Robert of Salisbury. "My Lord Robert!"

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OOC: I'm assuming I should approach my own liege first. If I'm wrong - or can't find the Earl of Salsbury - I'll look for Sir Kay.

Sir Gracian grabs Sir Dalan by the shoulder. "Remember what Sir Tyngyr said - trust noone but Sir Gawaine or his squire. You really think Morgana isnt present here working her foul magic? Quickly ... lets get to Sir Gawaine's squire! Whatever happens you must get the whetstone to Sir Gawaine. Follow me my friend."

Sir Gracian start to make his way through the crowd not intending to let anyone - mortal or not - stand in his way. His hand is on the hilt of his sword and his eyes scans the crowd for danger.

Sir Dalan follows Sir Gracian, likewise alert for mischief.

The pair edge along the crowd toward the man with Sir Gawaine's standard.  At the sight of the dead King Ryons, he blanches and shakes his head sadly, knowing his knight is doomed.

He looks up despondently at the knights' approach and a glimmer of recognition crosses his face.  "You are companions to Sir Tyngyr, are you not?" he asks.  Assuring Eliezar that they are, they pass the whetstone to Sir Gawaine's squire, telling him what it is and insisting that he must get it to Sir Gawaine.  He looks skeptical for a moment but trusts comrades of Sir Tyngyr, who quested with Sir Gawaine.

Stepping out onto the field, Eliezar calls a stop to the fight, going to Sir Gawaine and whispering something before handing him a cloth, with which Gawaine wipes the sweat and blood from his face.  Sir Gawaine then rubs the cloth along his blade, although it remains as bloody as ever.  Sir Gawaine returns the bloodied cloth to Eliezar who returns to the crowd, a subtle smile playing across his features.

The battle resumes and both knights swing wildly, the Grey Knight almost losing his sword.  But the Grey Knight recovers well and strikes Sir Gawaine, whose blow goes wide.  Sir Gawaine is staggered but when the Grey Knight once more loses his grip on his sword, Sir Gawaine lands a mighty blow that pierces the Grey Knight's armored chest and, with a look of surprise, dead King Ryons crumples and falls.  Worms erupt from his flesh as a terrible stench washes across the field.  In an instant, there is nothing but an empty suit of armor.

Bloody but unbowed, Gawaine lifts his sword high and proclaims, "the truth has been proven.  Hail Arthur Pendragon, rightful King of this shining realm!"

Lady De Vance, in utter shock, rushes past Sir Gawaine and cradles the empty suit of armor in her arms as tears stream down her face.  Her dwarf servant attends her.

From the gathering onlookers, a mighty cheer rises, "Hail Sir Gawaine, the King's Champion!"  The cheer continues until, suddenly, Gawaine sags and falls.  His squire and several men rush to him and carry his limp body from the field.

When order is restored once more, King Arthur proclaims "there will be a Royal Feast this evening in celebration of Sir Gawaine's bravery and skill.  All knights, Lords, and Ladies are invited."

Sir Dalan and Sir Gracian have several hours before the festivities.  You can look for and talk to anyone you would like to.  Although it is not public knowledge that Sir Gawaine used one of the Treasures or who obtained it, the people who matter are aware or will be shortly.  It will be announced publicly at the feast this evening.

Most people of note are here, somewhere.  Earl Robert and his Salisbury knights (including our four new arrivals) are still on the road but will be here before evening, bringing the body of Sir Tyngyr and the newly knighted Sir Cadlew.  Lady Ellowyn and her lovely father Earl Mylon are around, as is Ariette.  You will have time to talk to more than one person and some may come looking for you.

Sir Gracian find his quarters and after more than 40 days of fighting irish raiders, giants, dragons, brigands and witches, of entering other Realms and experiencing The Wasteland, he has no interest in talking to anyone.

Instead he ask his good squire Idres to prepare him a bath. A hot one. He remembers not to fall asleep in the bath but manage to almost drag himself from the bath to his bed where he sleeps like a baby until Idres wake him up to attend the great feast.

Sir Gracian is of course excited to attend the King's Court but he wish he could have staid in bed and slept for month. He change into more fitting clothes for the nights feast wondering how Idres actually managed to bring it with them on their long journey. That man skills never seize to amaze Sir Gracian.

Idres wakes Sir Gracian up a couple of hours before the festivities with an apologetic smile, "My Lord, I have noticed a certain lady hanging about for some time now.  I believe that you met her at the Easter feast, a Lady Ariette?"

He looks around conspiratorially before almost whispering, "I do not mean to overstep my bounds but I have heard that the Lady is a very good steward and her family was granted four manors, which would go to her husband . . ." he allows his voice to trail off meaningfully.

It takes a while for Sir Gracian to fully understand what it is that Idres is talking about. He doesnt really begin to comprehend it is an ambush until he finds himself in the hallway outside his quarters, all dressed up in his finest clothes and the sound of his squire slamming the door shut echoing in the hallway.

Sir Gracian suddenly knows what fear really is.

Sir Dalan is every bit as exhausted as his friend and all but falls into the bath he has his squire draw him. Then to bed to sleep as long as possible; he is simply in no state to see or talk to anyone before the feast.

In reply to Sir Gracian (msg # 183):

Lady Ariette looks up from the flowers she was sniffing (for 35 minutes) and feigns surprise at the appearance of Sir Gracian.  "Oh, Sir Gracian, isn't it?  I think we met at the Easter feast.  I had so hoped to get to see you and that Sir Carowdog who was so nice as to fight that nasty Sir Tor for my honor," she coos, finally  straightening once Sir Gracian has had enough time to marvel at what can be seen down the top of her bodice.  She almost sounds sincere, except for butchering Sir Caradwg's name.

When informed that Sir Caradwg was felled while fighting a giant and was last seen among the Fae, her eyes seem to light up, as if something was just confirmed.  There is seemingly no thought given to the felled knight.  "A giant, you say, and the Fair Folk?  You must tell me all about your adventures since last we talked," she says enthusiastically as she comes a LOT closer.

Sir Gracian gets more than a whiff of the honeysuckle perfume the attractive young woman wears.  While he is able to get out a word or two here and there, Ariette seems quite comfortable doing the talking for both of them.  She goes on about how some knights are all show, suggesting that Sir Tor and Sir Griflet count among them, while other knights, she puts a hand on Sir Gracian's, nobly go off to fight giants, demons, and witches for friend and family.  She also notes, completely in passing mind you, that while her own manors have thrived, there is always the threat of beasts and invaders and without a strong and brave man about she is always in fear.  She fixes Sir Gracian with impossibly large eyes to show the depth of her suffering.

After ten minutes of talking, Ariette says nonchalantly, "I hope to see you at the feast this evening, perhaps you could save a dance for me if all of the other Ladies are not lined up for the knight who so excelled at last year's joust.  I had hoped to have a handsome knight to go with but it seems that Sir Cardowog is indisposed."  Chop, chop, chop.

Throughout this whole exchange, Lady Ariette's maid has been fluttering about nearby to ward off any talk of impropriety, or perhaps fend off any other potential Ladies.

In reply to Sir Dalan (msg # 184):

Like his comrade, Sir Dalan is awakened some time prior to the start of the feast.  His squire hands him a brief letter in an unmistakable script.

"Ask and you shall receive.  -E"

Sir Gracian is now fully aware of the situation he is in. His eyes dart around trying to find an escape but find all routes blocked by Lady Ariette's maid that seem to anticipate all his moves. He manage to smile and nod at all the right times but rarely get to say more than a word and never to speak a full sentence. He is slowly being pushed back and his defenses are failing. No matter how much he tries to go on the offense and get a word in he seem to never be able to penetrate her defenses. The poor man is sweating and silently curse his squire that Sir Gracian suspects has planned this whole thing together with Lady Ariette's maid.

When he finally manage to speak a complete sentence he seem quite proud to finally land a blow. "Oh fair Lady Ariette. I assure you that I wish to dance with none other than you. A Lady of such beauty as yours should never go unescorted to the feast. Am I too bold if I ask for your permission to escort you? I know that Kings would go to war to win your heart and that I am but a humble and lowly knight, but I will be never be able to forgive myself if I did not ask for this honor."

Sir Gracian smiles only to realize a second later that he has done what she expected him to do. He is doomed and loosing the battle fast.

In reply to Teller of Tales (msg # 186):

Sir Dalan dons fresh, fine clothes and after a few moments of trying to control his nerves carefully picks up the parcel entwined in purple flowers. Then, heart hammering in his chest he walks out in search of Lady Ellowyn and her father.

"Oh, how gallant of you, Sir Gracian!" she exclaims.  "It is rather my honor to have so thoughtful and brave a knight to escort me."  Although Sir Gracian is almost certainly correct in guessing that this was the young lady's intention all along, she seems genuinely impressed and flattered with his honeyed words.

She eyes him up and down critically for a moment, seeming to decide that he was adequately dressed before mentally figuring out what she herself would wear to complement him.  "Hmm," she muses absently, "I'll need something flashy with all of the attention we will be . . ." she trails off as if suddenly realizing that perhaps she should not admit to knowing how famous her date is about to become.

Smiling a radiant smile, she suggests, "Perhaps you could pick me up at my villa at quarter of?"

In reply to Sir Dalan (msg # 188):

Sir Dalan has no trouble finding the rooms the Earl of Cardiff is using.  When he appears at the door the doorman lets him in to a sitting room as if he were expected and moments later, Lady Ellowyn arrives, looking as beautiful as ever, a rosy glow about her features as if she can barely contain her excitement.  Her nurse follows her in and sits discretely in a corner sewing something.

"Sir Dalan," she gushes, "word came to me of your quest some weeks ago and I could barely breathe fearing for your safety.  Word went out of the horrible contest and father insisted on coming.  Of course I hoped to see you and yet . . . well, let us say that having to endure that brutal ritual and not seeing you or your fellows, I thought the worst.  But then, you appeared on the far side of the crowd and talked to Eliezar and I just knew, I knew that somehow you had succeeded where the others all failed."

She seems quite overcome with emotion.  After a moment she seems to gather herself and favors the young knight with a coy smile.  "I heard the Queen talking about what happened and it was confirmed.  She even said some nice things about Sir Gawaine, who was never in her favor."  She looks down and absently traces the pattern of the fabric on the divan with a long finger, "I asked Guinevere what sort of boon could be asked of Arthur by one who had just saved his Kingdom and she gave me a knowing smile and said 'any that he desires.'"

He nods when she request he pick her up at her villa before the feast. "I will be your humble servant tonight Lady Ariette." Sir Gracian says and bows to the best of his ability. He knows he is lost. Soon shields will be shattered and swords splintered. And then he surrenders.

"I am but a poor knight and I have little to give. But when I was in the Faerie Realm my Brother-Knights Sir Caradwg and Sir Dalan and I fought and slew the hideous giant Sangnoir. As a reward I was given by the faeries a necklace of mithril and diamonds that is not of this world. It is of such beauty that even poets will be unable to find words that do it justice.

In this Realm of Mortals I can think of no one but you, fair Lady, whose beauty can match this necklace. I beg of you - wear it for me tonight Lady Ariette ... others will see the necklace and speak highly of it's beauty and the otherworldly splendor of the craftmanship, but while others will focus on the beauty of the mithril and diamonds of the necklace, then it will mean nothing to me.

Why?

Because I will only see you - your beauty, your smile, your laughter and your grace. I am but a warrior and have seen many a batttle and yet during the entire night of feasting I will be afraid. Afraid of loosing you once the feast is over and the night has passed."

Sir Gracian suddenly finds himself blushing and realise he has said too much. "I am sorry, Lady Ariette. I have said too much and I hope I have not offended you."
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In reply to Lady Ellowyn (msg # 190):

Despite his continuing nerves Sir Dalan smiles. "My dear Lady Ellowyn, how I have longed for such words. You see I still carry the scarf you gave me, as blue still as your eyes. It inspired me in the dark and lonely times of my quest. How kind and patient you have been. I think you know which boon I shall ask for"

After a moment of hesitation he holds up the parcel, wrapped in ribbon and garlanded with purple flowers. "I fear I am still a poor knight, but please accept this token fair Ellowyn. Made by the Faerie folk themselves after I and gallant Sir Gracian and dear lost Sir Caradwg. It was their gift to me and I give it now to you."

In reply to Sir Gracian (msg # 191):

For all that the young knight is not known for his eloquence, Sir Gracian manages something hitherto thought impossible.  He has rendered Ariette de la Belle Sourire speechless.

The enterprising young lady thought of the knight as brave and loyal, tough even.  She had not expected any wealth or pretty gifts, unless it was as a result of his converting everything he owned to get her a bauble, something she always considered a possibility.  And she was fine with that.  A sturdy man with a good reputation around court, even if he never amounted to more, would do in a pinch.  But this.  This was something quite extraordinary.  She realizes right away that she has wandered into something quite special in this young knight.

Whether or not he is able to read the signs, the look on Ariette's face is a sure indication of two things.  First, that she is never going to leave him and second that if not for it being a public place and if Ariette was not a Chaste Lady of some repute, that she would be dry humping his leg right now.  But it is not to be . . . here . . . now.

After what seems like several minutes, Arietta is finally able to gasp out, "oh my. I just . . . never . . . that is . . . my word."  Calming her breathing, she accepts the gift gingerly and places it reverently away where it will not be seen before its time.  This is something that needs the proper presentation.  "Truly you are an extraordinary man.  This will be our night, Sir Gracian," she whispers into his ear, her bosom brushing against his arm, her lips a hair's breadth from his cheek.

And then she is gone, leaving only the faint scent of honeysuckle.

In reply to Sir Dalan (msg # 192):

Lady Ellowyn blushes furiously at her knight's words.  It is like the stories but one few enough Ladies ever even hope to live.  But this is nothing compared to the gift that he presents to her.  She carefully unwraps the precious thing and literally has trouble breathing when she sees the exquisite garment within.

"Oh Dalan, it is magnificent," she murmurs in awe.  "It is perfect for this evening, when all eyes will be on us.  Everyone will see us and know that our love is ordained from on High.  And forever afterwards, regardless of what may become of us, this will be the image they remember."

She lightly brushes Sir Dalan's hand before rising, "I must get ready.  Pick me up here in an hour?" she inquires, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

"Of course my lady... of course Ellowyn." Sir Dalan felts a jolt of electricity as the damsel's fingers brush against his own. It is all he can do not to gasp. He shares her excitement fully and his smile now shows traces of the nervousness he feels.

"A garment, no matter how beautiful, no matter how well made is only worth as much as the person who wears it. You Ellowyn are what makes that dress so precious; few enough great ladies would have recalled the name of a lowly knight. You did and more."

He bows and departs, already counting the moments.