08/18 The visiting to a newly discovered land

     There are times during a kingdoms reign when it becomes necessary to expand.  The population has grown through immigration or we have enough resources to claim a new area.

    Today we were able to finally claim a new shire for our brothers and sisters.  Many from our own shire, and visitors from further afield, gathered together in a show of support upon the ground breaking of a new village for our kingdom.

    The day began well.  We started with a contest of arms. The winner gathered much support from his own new shire and ours as well.  One man had been exhausted from the excitement and had to be dragged from the fields as we all stood by laughing.
     Next we teamed off in a game of strategy and captured flags in turn.  One team came out for the better, but it was critical to show all the peoples how power and strategy need to be balanced.  This game exhausted most of our forces and so we planned to rest and play individually for a time.


    It was then that word came to us.  An old abandoned castle had been discovered near-by.  If we were to clear it out of any monsters or bandits then it would make for a fine hall for our new friends.  The battle that came after was fierce and long.  The screams of the dying and the clashing of swords rang through the fields, bounced off the walls of stone and tumbled through the dusty corridors of the ancient edifice.  The monsters were terrible things, the magic we employed hardly powerful enough to overcome them.  The minions were tough to dispatch, and we lost good fighters to the cause.
  
  As the dust settled, the castle was taken and the day won.  Several fighters had to be mended.  Others would never see home again.  But a new neighbor has appeared, and the kingdom continues to grow.

8/17/13 A recap as told by Minnie Mo

Good day to you. Hope you rested well. I know the voices from the past echo in the halls of Mishmosh Manor. I hope they didn’t disturb your slumber. I see you’ve met some of the residents who have regaled you with their stories. As I said before there are lots of stories to be told. Why, I remember a time when. . . .

She extends a cup of tea for you to drink. You take the tea all the while avoiding her eyes remembering her last story telling that seemed so vivid. Instead you take tea and walk to the fireplace.

Oh, but maybe you don’t want to hear a story. Please forgive an old fool for living in the past.

You turn to encourage her to tell the story and quickly return your gaze to the fireplace. You sip your tea. You feel it’s warmth.

Very well. There was a time when the heat of passion was lost at the Harbour of Rhye.

Suddenly the flames in the fireplace explode and your body feels like it’s on fire.

A spell had befallen our healer. She created a mighty sword to slay the men and she called this sword. . .

The flames of the fireplace seem to engulf you. The heat seems unbearable. You feel the heat of anger and your eyes open wide to behold. . .

KINDNESS

The healer had succumbed to some evil doer’s conjuring. She spread this evil from house to house until many of our women were beguiled into believing their men had done them some kind of wrong. Together, with their champions, battled ensued and lovers fought.

Where ever there was battle you would find a feminine hand orchestrating events. The amazons had the men enthralled. They would do anything to win their lady’s favor. Brother against brother. Friends became foes. All men became puppets to the sweet sirens calls. And the fair maids themselves were puppets to some evil conjurer.

Only the few on the hunting trip had not succumbed. Gentle Freya took up her bow in defense of the party only to find it pointing at her beloved Alethkar who had under the spell. Confounded at the state of the town it was up to the few in the hunting party to investigate and resolve the situation.

As lovers became fighters the hunting party found themselves on the trail of the evil Smurf Gnome for he was known to for his anger of anything to do with love. Gentle Freya lets loose her arrow to slay the gnome but alas he vanished. His last word echoed in the breeze, “With the passage of time all love fades and is forgotten.”

As the hunting party become the hunted the gnomes words keep coming back to them, “all love fades and is forgotten.”

Breaking through their lines the mighty Alethkar confronts his gentle Freya. Anger emblazons his eyes and he seems to have no recollection of the woman he faces.

Instead of fighting, Freya begs him to recall the life they had together. She reminds of the day they met, the battles they fought together, the times they laughed. It seemed to have small effect but the hold of anger was too strong.

Again the gnome’s words whisper in the wind, “with the passage of time. . . .”

The true meaning is finally clear. On her own, Freya dodges one battle group after another in search of the only ones who can break the spell. As with Alethkar, she reminds them of what they mean to each other and of the vows they made to each other just a short while ago. Not much time had passed since they declared their. . . True Love.

8/10 recap and more :)

Clouds parted and four figures descended upon the earth. Mounted upon great steads, destined to bring upon the apocalypse when the time came. Till then they are to uphold the order and execute the will of God.
War is seen across the land in countless battles. Every battle in a different "face". Always in the forefront of the conflict. He would feast off the heat of battle. Many Depict the face of war to be scared and battle torn. What many do not know is that "War" has a name. Wyrmwud was the name bestowed upon him by the heavens.
Many are unaware that war is a servant of light and a devout follower of the Christian God. Or that he is a member of the clergy. That his face is empty and void of emotions. Stone-like as if it was pure like the visage of an angel. All the followers of his church, are ignorant that their beloved father: is the apocalyptic horsemen of War.
On the early morning as sun-light breached the horizon a bright light shone through the window of Father Wyrmwud. Thus manifested Micheal in his holy grace delivering a message of God.
"Devout servant of our gracious father, The Call has been sent. Ride off and spread War across the land."
With this Wyrmwud became the blade of God. As Micheal Ascended back into heaven Wyrmwud's eyes cried blood. Suited for combat mace and shield ready. Wyrmwud Mounted his fiery red steed and embarked to bestow War into the realm.
Wyrmwud's journey brings him to The Harbour of Rhye. The scent of strife fresh in the air. Heavy odor of Death blanketed the land. The water turned blood and the inhabitants struggling for survival. Lights gleamed from the heavens upon the land. Revealing that this land is where Wyrmwud would serve his lord.
After a harsh battle and the defeat of the Lich who ravaged the Harbour, Wyrmwud could feel that the land needed his service. That God would want him to keep the Harbour a safe haven from the evils that will follow the apocalypse. A Land destined for man to grow and reclaim earth after the purge of evil.

8/3/12 Recap :)

On the outskirts of the town,

there you can hear the clang, clang, clang, of the smith that works his forge, with the occasional curse, as a hot ember hits him in the leg.
The aforementioned smith is relatively new to the town, as can be deduced by his thick Scottish accent, and the kilt he wears.
Today, you here more cursing than usual, and barely any smithing going on, due to the resent dragon problem.



"Dang, blast'et, dragon, come out of nowhere and knock over me forge, burn me bellows t' ash!"
Luckily he is able to get his forge back up and almost as good as new, minus the bellows the dragon destroyed. At least he can get back to work. He was gonna be busy today that was for sure.


"Well, what do ye' unt? Armor? Fresh out at th' moment. Weapons? Not anything tha's ready. But I can make your armor and weapons stronger for ye. 10 silver an dint try to negoate'ate or it'l 'e double." He says to a few of the fighters that make there way to the smith's shop. Then he works quickly to improve the weapons and armors that are brought to him, with the speed of a master that enjoys his craft.


After his customers leave, its quiet for a while, until this hard woman runs into his shop and yells at him about hitting something she throws at him that he catches. "Au' be your head I should be hitt'n las." Then he sees what it is that has her in such a fit. Undead, and a lot of them, and they are after whatever she just tossed him. With a mighty blow of his hammer on his anvil, shattering the item, the undead walk no more. "Can I ge' back t' work now?"