Wednesday, March 01, 2006


Sir Mortimer relates

Court has been a strange beast lately, what with all this talk of "chivalry." Whatever. Sounds like a load of claptrap to this old campaigner.

Speaking of claptrap, during a feast at St. Albans (yes, I had a difficult time attending with any mirth or enthusiasm, considering what happened the last time I was there), Sir Ulfius had the temerity to insult Igraine, widow of our Uther Pendragon. To her face! Calling her a traitor in front of the entire court. Well, I could not let that stand. I stood up and shouted the dastard down. Then the traitor's son had the cheek to insult the memory of Sir Ebble. I went mad, I tell you. I would have thrashed him soundly if my companions had not stopped me.

But get this: it turns out, all those long years ago, when Sir Ebble and I guarded Merlin's escape, him carrying a babe...yes, where we were jailed and almost executed as treasonous knaves, that babe was our King Arthur! My head was spinning, and not just from the wine.

(Oh, then on some crappy little raid we almost all were killed by Greg and our stupendously poor dice-rolling. GM pity is the only thing that saved us.)

GM pity? :-)

I've gone through 2 characters in 5 sessions. Heck, the last Call of Cthulhu game I was in was far less lethal than this one. :-D
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