Whipping Winds
The Bardic War Party of Fine Lames crossed the southern border into enemy territory. Landing in the deep of the night on the shores of Windgate, we found our advanced guard already in place. Avacal had already begun the intrigues necessary to any war by buying off a Duke and the King of the Realm during a torch light tourney. The King of Artemisia took the prize and increased the coffers of Avacal greatly with this bounty.
We put on our finest in hopes of blending in with the local population before venturing out to face our first battle of the war. Little did we know that like our home lands, the Kingdom to the south of us also has a predilection for Viking wear. In the end we stood out like archers on the heavy field, but at least we looked good doing it. We came upon the unwary Artemisians at their cozy fire and sent our song into the night like a flock of nightingales, awing even the most tone deaf of the defenders.
Saturday dawned bright to the sounds of steel on steel as the rapier army’s met at sunrise. The Avacalian Rapier Army was still in a state of blissful joy and peace after they declared themselves a united brotherhood at Quad War and so we were defended by travelling mercenaries from the Kingdom of Outlands. The archers took the field against the hoards of Artemisian warriors and Her Excellency Vicountess Morrigan Clubfoot took the day defeating all who stood against her. After a morning of flinging insults and sometimes rotten food, the heavily armoured combatants took to the war field. Our proud Avacalian army marched against the hoards of Artemisian warriors with a song in their hearts, and some bards in their heads singing “Sing An Tir The Bold”.
As the sun began to sink behind the hills, staining the river gold as the blood and sweat from the days battles washed away, King Michael and Queen Sati of Artemisia begged for a truce between our lands. We may have been outnumbered, but we were underestimated. Our far northern lands harden us to war and our constant civil wars teach us the fine arts of intrigue. Their Majesties of Artemisia broke bread with Their Excellencies of Avacal solidifying the peace and much rejoicing was had. Late into the night, the voices of both war parties could be heard, telling tales and singing in unison sharing the peace so dearly bought by our good Royals.
**Now to finish Gemma's Dress for this weekend!**
We put on our finest in hopes of blending in with the local population before venturing out to face our first battle of the war. Little did we know that like our home lands, the Kingdom to the south of us also has a predilection for Viking wear. In the end we stood out like archers on the heavy field, but at least we looked good doing it. We came upon the unwary Artemisians at their cozy fire and sent our song into the night like a flock of nightingales, awing even the most tone deaf of the defenders.
Saturday dawned bright to the sounds of steel on steel as the rapier army’s met at sunrise. The Avacalian Rapier Army was still in a state of blissful joy and peace after they declared themselves a united brotherhood at Quad War and so we were defended by travelling mercenaries from the Kingdom of Outlands. The archers took the field against the hoards of Artemisian warriors and Her Excellency Vicountess Morrigan Clubfoot took the day defeating all who stood against her. After a morning of flinging insults and sometimes rotten food, the heavily armoured combatants took to the war field. Our proud Avacalian army marched against the hoards of Artemisian warriors with a song in their hearts, and some bards in their heads singing “Sing An Tir The Bold”.
As the sun began to sink behind the hills, staining the river gold as the blood and sweat from the days battles washed away, King Michael and Queen Sati of Artemisia begged for a truce between our lands. We may have been outnumbered, but we were underestimated. Our far northern lands harden us to war and our constant civil wars teach us the fine arts of intrigue. Their Majesties of Artemisia broke bread with Their Excellencies of Avacal solidifying the peace and much rejoicing was had. Late into the night, the voices of both war parties could be heard, telling tales and singing in unison sharing the peace so dearly bought by our good Royals.
**Now to finish Gemma's Dress for this weekend!**