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MYSTERY SURROUNDS MISSING COLUMN ONE ARTICLE ON SHARK FISHING
Largo, Fl.- Within a shocking revelation lies a mind boggling mystery, sources have reported that the special shark fishin' issue of the now famous, widely circulated and most of all beloved of its readership, GOLDEN LEOPARD GAZETTE, has been sabotaged, by , an as yet unknown heanous author of unclear credentials, residing in an unknown location. It appears that the staff of the newsletter was in fact, expecting the article to arrive prior to this paper going to press. As you can see, it did not. At this time there are no suspects, mainly because no one on staff knew who was actually supposed to submit the article for publication. Lord Wylfred, when interviewed, said," I just can't believe it, I trusted this unknown person with the reputation of the newsletter, and (sob, sob, sniffle) this person let me down. The worst part being, that they probably didn't even know they were supposed to write it!"
To look deeper into this twisted tale of treachery and irresponsibility, we go once again to the all wise and profane text " The Bibliotica Sillius Willius et Otras". Lord Wylfred being a man of great faith, wisdom and knowledge, consistantly refers to this text for guidance and counsel in his day to day life, and why not...? For all practical purposes, he wrote the book, so to speak, and a wise man pays heed to wise counsel. So, anyway, wait...don't try to confuse me here, I was on a roll. This was almost making sense, OK, I have it. Lord Wylfred, in his daily meditations and reading discovered a prophecy located in Ch. 71, vs. 14 - 17, stating (follow along in your own Bibliotica if you wish) "And to him who sews seeds in the minds of men, a great harvest will abound. And the time of harvest shall come forth when in him where the seed was soeth, a great and mighty swelling will develope, not to painful but, noticable. And from deep in his bowels a great bellowing will sound forth, to be heard by an entire kingdom. The harvest will soon follow. The minds of men shall be opened to the scent of knowledge, ships shall be driven across the seas, and shark fishin' shall be invented."
Whew! That's some pretty heavy stuff, but there is more to the unraveling of this profoundly confusing mystery...Because, that is not what actually prompted Lord Wylfred to believe there was, in fact, an author out there, writing the stinkin' shark fishin' article. No, it gets worse...
Referring to Ch. 96, vs. 4 -7, he came up with the real reason..." If a man was to believe a thing, and hope it were true, see it be true, and smell the truth of it, then it could be true, or come true or be fabricated to resemble the truth, twisted around, manipulated, rationalized, and be compressed into seed. And if a man were to take this seed and sew it into the minds of unsuspecting persons of little or no faith, the seed may never sprout, but if this seed is sewn into fertile faithful minds, the harvest soon come, man. Big harvest, very big harvest. Biggest damn havest you ever seen 'round here! Man!"
BUT, it doesn't end there, no, it continues downhill fast, snowballs would envy this roll. Nuclear holocost pales in comparison to the geometrically proportional expansion and exponential growth of this delusion, I mean, mystery.
Lord Wylfred relates that the final discovery that pushed him over the edge, the one thing that convinced him that the author was out there and would submit the article for publication, on time, was this, Ch 437, vs. 9 - 17. "If you wish a thing to be...send it out , out on the winds of the Cosmos, like a beautiful bird which has swallowed the seeds of your mind. See the bird fly, high into the sky, up amongst the clouds of your dreams. For eventually this bird will have to relieve itself, so don't believe in too, large of a bird or some one down below may get hurt. Just believe in a regular size bird, a sea gull perhaps, relieving itself, and with the poop so go the seeds, onto the heads and into the hair of the faithful, where it shall take root and sprout."
WELL, that did it, there was his answer, a reason to have true faith and believe in the Cosmic miracle of life as we know it. It all boiled down to bird droppings. SO Lord Wylfred decided he would believe for an author to write the shark fishin' article, sent his seeds off with the Cosmic sea gull and prayed it would poop on the appropriate person, thus, prompting them to write the feature story for column one and submit it on time . Well, as you can see, his faith went unrewarded but, that's not unusual. This kind of thing happens all the time to all of us, so what's the big deal? Nothing I guess.
The real question here is this...does anyone feel the least bit guilty for not having written the feature story? Does anyone out there feel anything? Any Cosmic forces releasing the seeds of creativity on any of you? If so, please let us know...and if not, don't bother. ANYWAY
Having met Lord Wylfred in person and spent more than a few hours in his company, it must be said that he is a bit strange. He does however seem to have a great cache of humor mixed with wisdom, tempered by sarcasm and pain, which produces a kind of quasi-hypnotic effect, mostly on himself, but occassionally, well, rarely upon others...The Capt. Morgan and cola may have something to do with it as well...
As a parting thought, he told me with a smile on his withered ol' face and a gleam in his clear (not sure what color) eyes, "A bird pooped on me once, I got really mad about it...I looked up at the bird, floating on the breeze, squawking that irritaing bird squawk, and I cussed that little S.O.B. out to the max. Damn bird appeared to be smiling, I was pissed, I had bird do-do all over my hair, yuk! Then I suddenly realized, the poop missed hitting my beer. Man was I relieved. It was then that I decided...ya' know, some days really are better than others. And getting pooped on never seemed all that bad after that."
Now, this reporter has a few ideas of his own about the bird poop incident. If Lord Wylfred's theory has any merit whatsoever, and if these texts are at all valid, then... I think perhaps someone else had sent out their own Cosmic sea gull with their own seed sewing program in mind and Willie was perhaps just a victim of fate...
Boner Spellbinder III, columnist
A wise old fiction writer once said taxes suck! And appearently so does Monica Lewinsky, oh,my! Were we paying her or was that just a fringe benefit for being President of the United States of America? Der Slickmeister knows, and his wife does too. I'm sure she is grateful that she's only going to be indited for something other than having sexual relations with her husband...It will be much less embarassing for her and she won't have to share the spotlight or a jail cell with anyone else. As for Bubba Bill, impeachment will be too, kind. Cosmic Willie Predicts ...the truth will come out and then head(s) will roll. This has been a paid political prediction, funded soley by;
Let Us See Them Fall Under Law II.
We're LUSTFUL2 party.
So, what do we do now?
Do we PLAY "PICK-A-PERSONA", or do we reveiw an event, or do we just trash somebody? Perhaps we will do a little of each...
CUTLASSES AND CORSAIRES
WELL...WELL...WELL...Culasses and Corsaires, what a wonderful time I had there...Lord Massala and I drove up Friday night and arrived at about 11 O'clock. Dog-boy was on the gate and quickly directed us to the registration hut and also to the accomodations provided by the Autocrat, Agamiryu no somethingorother, who by the way got very little sleep during the course of the event, and made sure his alarm went off on snooze atleast three times that I am aware of SUNDAY morning beginning at 5:30 a.m. BLESS YOU AGAMIRYU, and thanks for making sure that I had a really nice place to sleep so I could get up at the CRACK OF DAWN! Just kidding! NOT! Actually, the man did a fine job of tending to his responsibilities and the event ran very well in my humble opinion. The prize lyst was really fun, and I was doing well, right up to the point where I began my patented "Flying Willini Bros." routine without a net and fell flat on my back, well, a little to one side, damaging my pride a bit more than body, but the worst part was I was actually doing well in the lyst...oh! well...I will get another chance sometime. BUT, the REAL NEWS is that Fenris was kickin' butt and was awarded the Trimaian Lion d'Or. Way to go buddy-roo! Alva became a Guard of Castlemere! The melees were great, but NORMAN, if you tackle me from behind again, I will load a cigar and shove it in your ear! Osric will you please have a talk with that crazy friend of yours and tell him it is OK to look me in the eye and kill me rather than take me to the ground and then wack me. I perfected that technique and be darned if he is gonna use it on me...Countess Chelsea was a cookin' fool...there was travelers stew, breakfast in bed, meat pie etcetera for lunch and by all accounts the evening feast was superb, it is too bad that I found no room at a table...any table, so that I could partake...YOU RUDE SONS OF BULLDOGS know who you are and I hope KARMA catches up with you. I would hate to think that a newcomer would get that kind of treatment. I will reveal no names...ever...Revenge is unbecoming a DUN TYR SQUIRE BROTHER, and I would not stoop so low to seek personal reprisal against the offenders, I will allow fate to deal with the culprits. So I thank Lord Massala for having the foresight to bring Publix Deli sandwichs so I had something to eat for FEAST! BIG thanx go out to Coral Rose who made the cookies shared by the horde, including the royalty. She also made that killer lookin' couzzie with my device on it to hold a buschie-pop! Hey! JOHN III, I want my tankard back that I so graciously lent to you. P.S. Thanx for the Capt. Morgan. Thanx to Squeeker for "the super-asprin" for the pain in my arse. Griffin has been deemed "GODESS OF JAVA", she prepared 32 cups Sunday morning and sent a runner to DT cabin to insure that we got to partake of the fluid of a.m. life. If you missed this event you missed it! Oh, by the way! I was gonna trash Marcie, but, she brought me my army blanket to the war, so I'll just say THANX!
Send your event stories and remembrances to the STAFF of one at the Golden Leopard Gazette for publication....
Introducing the newly forming league (a rumor) of...
LES RENARDS ARGENT DES MORAIS TRIMARIAN
Loosely translated "the Silver Swamp Foxes of Trimaris"
All you Scadian dogs of war, you slobbering hounds of stick-jockdom, you weekend warriors, you herds of armored rabble, yearning to be swatted, you beef-cake, you barbarian barbie dolls, you crazed melee mongers...Here's your chance to become more than you already are, to rise above the masses and become leaders of battlefield units by virtue of knowledge, training and tried and true technique...War for the fun of it, glory, honor and a break from daily monotony! That's right folks, you to can be the best that you can be...you may still suck, but so what, you are here to have fun! And any knowledge gained will be worth the humiliation! At least you must convince yourself of that or this just 'aint gonna' work. Let me ask you a few simple questions...answer in your own mind (or what's left of it). Weigh the pros and cons and decide for yourself...DO I WANT TO BE INVOLVED WITH THIS HAIRED-BRAINED SCHEME? Or, should I just hide under the bed as usual? Wake up! LOOK at yourself in the mirror, ask, "Am I man/maid or mouse?"(choose one) If the mirror squeeks, don't even brush your teeth, just go back to bed. BUT, if the answer is man/maid (choose one) then, well, then...wait a minute. Let's see... ah, yes, now I have it (excuse me, cerebral infarction). OK, then ask yourself this..."Do I want to learn to lead men/maids into the jaws of scadian battlefield combat, against overwhelming odds, or just other odd men/maids like myself?" Well, what do ya' say? If your answer is yes, then good, continue, if no, then be the pathetic quitter that you are and stay useless and ignorant.
HOW? you may ask...how, can I rise above this inbred mediocrity, this genetic curse, this blight, this affliction, this worthless craven carcass of sheep dung? SIMPLE, pray for a freakin' miracle OR sign up for classes at the next ART-SCI, or any event where WILD WILLIE is teaching classes to other mutants such as yourself. Look, there's no disgrace in admitting you are not overly proficient in melee combat, that crab droppings have more battlefield savy than you do, it's OK. We will help you, we will help you fix your disfunctional bass-ackwards approach to getting you butt kicked, and teach you how to properly get your butt kicked, with grace, flare and style.
Just think of it, learning to follow the stupidest orders, lead troops to their deaths in suicidal column charges, to line up in formations that allow archers and spearmen to waste everybody within moments of engagement. To blindly follow the commands of persons who for vanity's sake alone are gonna' turn your troops into cannon fodder. Ah yes, you gotta' love it... it's very alluring, and just think...they will even let you bear not only the blame for their folly but also allow you to to suffer the shame and humiliation of your defeat. Now, what more could you ask for?
Well, I am about to tell you, just hold your little clydesdales. As an added bonus, for no extra charge, you can also learn how to get your butt soundly whipped in single combat...isn't that special (?) That's right little buckaroos, I, WILD WILLIE, have substantial evidence to prove that I know how to get my butt kicked with style, grace and flare in single combat as well, perhaps even better than most SCA fighters...check the Crown Lyst standings every lyst since Duke Baldars' last reign. Two up, two down...good night WILLIE! I am even capable of kickin' my own ass in a lyst...the proof, the prize lyst at Cutlasses, the patented "Flying Willini Maneuver". Isn't that marvelous? Amazingly enough, I actually won a few fights in that lyst before self-destructing. Yes boys and girls, I know what I'm talkin' about. Ten years playing SCA heavy weapons and I have never won a lyst...tsk, tsk. The pinnacle of my career has been to have "one-shotted" Earl Gregory with a glaive, November 15th, 1997, in front of hundreds of spectators, in the second round and loosers bracket, at Stromeck and Alianores' Crown Lyst! Hey, that means I actually have won a fight in a crown lyst. Please excuse the mis-connect to my brain cell (1).
So, you ask, "why do you do this?" HELL, I DON"T KNOW! What a stupid question... who cares why I do it, all you need to worry about is why do you do it...(?) Leave me out of this, I've got enough problems of my own... I tell you what, just forget it, just forget I ever mentioned this silly Renards des Morais thing, just let it lay... you folks just move along, get out of here and quit buggin' me...go now, go on, get...see ya'. See if I offer any help again, ya' bunch of ungrateful little mudmuffins...that's right, go on... I'm old and gray and tired. Hey! Wait a minute...before you go, got a smoke? How 'bout a buschie-pop? Egg roll? Oh, alright, go on...I'll just be sittin' here watchin' the grass grow. And by the way, if you continue to spead ugly rumors like the one you just heard, people are going to start believing them, and that would be a shame. Don't you think? Yeah, you are probably right, nobody will ever believe this load of rot. Whew! This stinks!..................
ARE YOU AN ACTIVE MEMBER?
Are you an active member, the kind that would be missed,
Or are you just contented that your name is on the list?
Do you attend our meetings, and mingle with the flock?
Or do you meet in private to criticize and knock?
Do you take an active part to help the work along?
Or are you satisfied to be the kind who "just belong"?
Do you work on our committees to see there is no trick,
Or leave the work to just a few and talk about the clique?
So come to meetings often, and help with hand and heart,
Don't just be a member but, take an active part!
Think this over members, you know what's right from wrong...
Are you an active member, or do you "just belong"?(author unknown)
Thanx to Countess Maise for the above submission, Her note said, "Fred - This is for your newsletter, I didn't write it but, I think it's pretty cool. Love, Maise...I will send more later."
"CUP OF DEATH" SUBJECT OF "TRICKS OF TRADE"
March issue of "Talewinds" contained a brilliantly researched and delightfully written article pertaining to a battlefield technique in general use by the Dun Tyr Death Squad. Sir Taca, in his usual flamboyant and fluid prose, captured the true essence (scent) of the death and destruction, imposed upon those who found themselves impaled upon the pikes and glaives of the "Stone Wall" of Dun Tyr at Gulf Wars V. His first hand account, as a witness to this triumph of the DT Swamplords, should leave no doubt in the minds of the populace of the Knowne World that Trimarian troops are some of the toughest, most dedicated, disciplined and honorable soldiers anywhere to be found regardless of their household affiliation. Sir Taca did a masterful job in preparing the enemies of Trimaris on the finer points of being a proper tent peg in mixed company. Well done, Sir Taca...uSuthu to uTu...(?)
FROM THE RUMOR MILL
Located just west of Starkey Road on East Bay Drive in the Metro-Largo area of rain-drenched Pinellas County, the Rumor Mill is open 24/7 for your dirt slinging, rock throwin' pleasure. It is not advisable to come in person or persona, as the staff may not feel like having company...so, the best method of utilizing the facility is to do that by U.S. Snail mail...Just send in all of your best or worst news, art, articles, gossip, rumors, tasteless prose, pitiful poetry and snide remarks to... John Gillin, PO Box 467, Largo, Fl. 33779-0467.
The editorial staff promises to accept all submissions, without exception or reprisal, if we don't like your stuff, we will just throw it away. How much more fair can it get than that? The worst that can happen is that you become a published person. A participant in your own life rather than a spectator.
What the adoring populace, meaning you all collectively, must understand is that with or without your help, the Golden Leopard Gazette will continue to be published. The reason is simple, I have enough money to do it alone, I contain enough sea gull poop to write more stories. The post office must, by law, deliver materials with proper postage, so the Gazette will live.
Why is he doing this (?)you might ask, well, you might...That is not so simple, but I will explain my purposes...
I have a dream...I want a permanent SCA home site, owned and operated by our kingdom for the benefit of all of us. That takes money, lots of it, and we don't have enough, at least not yet. I know that various people have the same dream and are actively pursuing means and methods of accomplishing that end. I however, being the one and only Wild Willie, know that people in general don't get off their money unless they get something in return...even Scadians squeek when their purses are called upon...so, I came up with this twisted idea, that I would start a Trimarian Tabloid, with the initial purpose being, bring the populace together through the written word (not E-mail) and allow them to communicate in a humorous ways, unrestricted by Kingdom Law or Society By-Laws, to have some good clean fun with and about each other. To help us all reach out and get to know each other better. To help us realize that we are all frail human creatures made strong by our common bond and our common hobby, the life style of the SCA and all the great things that implies.
Once having established a beachhead, I felt that donations would be forthcoming from the dedicated readership...Everyone knows what a stack of paper costs, what postage costs and what copies cost...so I figured that even the middle school grads could add that up and determine a reasonable donation on a yearly basis, I was even hoping the mysterious "they" would be generous beyond dead costs and a surplus would be created.
So, what's the bottom line? you might ask... well I'll tell you. I plan to turn over any surplus from the donations, after costs, to the Kindom Land Fund, and donate it in the name of the Trimarian People et al. That's the bottom line! As you all are pulling out your check books right about now, let me remind you of a few things...
GULF WARS VII A GREAT WAR
Lumberton, MS. Mar 11-15, 1998 a place and date that will live in infamy, atleast until next year! What a blast, what a trip, what a whata, wata. water... actually the lack of water descending upon us was the big news. NO RAIN, NO WET SLEEPING BAGS, NO MUD! Unreal, unheard of, unbelievable! Oh, yeah, we all froze our puckered little butts off for the first few days but then, it warmed up to become a fabulous finale, weather-wise!
Of couse, Earl Bytor out-did himself once again, along with his cohort of LONGSHIP builders, Earl Gregory being just as guilty as Bytor for the ship building effort. I don't know who all participated in the endeavour but THANX to you all! It was the hit of the party.
Speaking of hits, rumor has it that the ship hit a parked dragon...and the autocrat exiled the ship to the battlefield. I really would like to hear the conversation between the damaged party and the claims adjuster when they(?) explain that a Viking Longship ran into their car, in the middle of a Mississippi dude ranch resort campground in the middle of the night, while loaded with a bunch of "loaded" personas portraying the life and times of the middle ages. OH, YEAH, I want to hear that one...
I thought the War Elephants from GW VI were the tops, but, the longship beats them hands down. I have no idea what Bytor plans for an encore next year but, I can hardly wait to find out!
Oh, in case you didn't know, Earl Bytor received an augmentation of arms at the Great Court in front of the Knowne World! All I can say is Dan-Dan you ARE the man!
In other news, BOTH Baron Morgaû and THL Bairn were knighted. Numerous other awards went out to deserving persons, and to top it off the ENTIRE Dun Tyr battlefield unit present at the Ravine was awarded the prestigious Trimarian Lion d'Or. Prior to that and to the best of my knowlege, the award had been given to only eight individuals in the history of the kingdom and for an entire household unit of approximately twenty plus fighters to be recognized at one time is awesome. Good job folks!
THE ART-SCI WAR
Addtl' poop...I was informed that Lady Cassandra, a laurel apprentice to Countess Nadira, received a seven (7) on her art-sci entry at the WAR! Congrats!
Beyond that I have no information as to how Trimaris fared, HEY FOLKS, I could use some information if you please...
ANSTEORRANS ARE REALLY COOL PEOPLE!
The SCA seems to have an abundance of kind and friendly folk, and I have had the pleasure of meeting many of them in my almost ten year association with the Society. Not least among these folk are the Ansteorrans I have had the good fortune to come to know and love. I would like to single out a pair, the Baron and Baroness of Stargate. Michael Silverhands and I met several years ago at GW V and have sought each other out at each GW since. I had the honor of meeting his lady wife this year. I was invited to the hospitality tent atop battlefield hill to partake in some delicious refreshments, soup, cheese and fruit. Upon arrival, I was greeted by a kind and gentyl Lady and taken to see the Baroness, who was busy cooking and serving her guests.
After an exchange of greetings and plesantries she promptly cleared a seat for me in the front row of the gallery, watching the equestrian exercises. Within moments food and drink arrived, served with a smile and I was thanked for coming to visit. Next to me on either side were knights and peers from "foreign" lands, who took time to chat with me and find out who I was and where I was from, etc...I felt very welcome among them and very encouraged by their kind words.
I had an unobstructed view of the horses and the games they were involved in, the riders showed such talent and skill. The horses were so well behaved. I was truly impressed by the entire experience.
I finished my meal and refilled my cup with pink lemonade and said my thanx and goodbyes to the Baroness. Stating that I would see them again sometime. And upon leaving that magical place I realized the gift I had been given...a hot meal and moment of rest in a place of refuge, in the midst of a war. God, I was moved. A tear came to my eye as I made my way back to Dun Tyr camp thinking of just how lucky I was to have people like that in my life!
If the Baron and Baroness are an example of the folk that live in the Kingdom of Ansteorra then I believe it must be a very nice place to live...
Wylfred
PERIOD ENCAMPMENT
Second Tree to the Left
Next to the Dun Tyr camp at GW VII was a sample of period camping that I was very impressed by...
Master Blacktaylor, Lady Genevieve and their friend Lady A'Lauren had set up a very nicely done period encampment, complete with tents and wrought iron utensils, a variety of objects etc... all of which was both functional and interesting to look at for the observer.
I had the good fortune to meet these folk when passing by their camp on my way back to DT-ville. My hosts quickly invited me in for a seat and a chat and offered a bowl of their evening repast. I had to refuse the meal at that point but opted for a raincheck which was granted.
I discovered that they participate in many forms of re-enactment including; very late SCA period, French and Indian Wars, Revolutionary War, as well as frontier type rondevous. The told me that many of the pieces on display "worked" for most of the time periods, lending the effect. The "effect" does "work", it affected me and perhaps has now infected me with the "BUG" to begin accummulating more period equipment and artifacts.
I commend these fine folks for the effort they make to bring the past alive for the benefit of us all. Anyone who saw their camp would agree...I am sure. They set a great example for others to strive toward.
Prior to my departure from the WAR on Sunday, Lady A'Lauren came over to show me her AXE, my gosh...the thing scared me to death! She was just bubbling over with pride of ownership with her new AXE. I was relieved that I was on friendly terms with this gentyl. I had no desire to be the subject of a "TEST-SWING"! But this just goes to show you that one can never have enough "PERIOD STUFF" period.
Wylfred (this could be YOUR name here)
AN ANNOUNCEMENT
Saturday March 14, 1998 after the fort battles and after the DT photo op...
The newly squired Necis of Danzig, known to some as "Nussince", did upon bended knee, in front of God and everybody, make and empassioned and eloquent plea unto his dear lady Sorscha (mka Rhonda)...that she might be fool enough to marry him at some future time, she being not a fool , but caught in what was obviously a moment of weakness, did agree to be lady-wife to our squire brother. At which time he pulled out a very nice diamond ring and presented it to her. What is interesting about this is the timing...he did not have time to return to camp to get this precious object, which means this IDIOT carried an expensive diamond ring concealed in his armor through THREE grueling fort fights! You are a KNUCKLE HEAD son! BUT, congradulations to you both! Just remember, don't schedule the wedding a week before Gulf Wars!
SIR CARL THE "MAD SCIENTIST" STRIKES AGAIN!
Brilliant strategy and superb planning by Sir Carl once again brought victory at the fort for the third year in a row! I will not expose sensitive information about Sir Carls' plan but I can say this...Buddy, you out-did yo'self dis time! The set of the troops the commanders you chose, the timing, the equipment the missle barage...you are a "mad scientist" if I ever saw one, and you should be very proud of that term of endearment. Trimaris owes you a great debt for your long and arduous effort to bring it all together, to serve up victory to your King, Kingdom and her allies at GW VII.
Vivat!
GW VII: CONFLICT ON THE FIELD
Duke Llwyelyn does a fine job of generalship
Regardless of the outcome of the field fights at GW VII, Duke Lew showed what he is made of at the War. He used the available troops to the best advantage while taking into hand the political ramifications of the deployment of our great allies. This aspect of generalship is one of the most difficult for the average citizen to understand. And our very own mega-Duke is well versed in this sensitive political arena. When kings and populace travel thousands of miles to participate in these great conflicts, they expect to be rewarded with positions of HONOR in the set of the battle. Our allies rallied to our aid and our general rewarded that enthusiasm.
I was present (to some degree) at the commanders meeting the night before the field battles, and I know that the plans were sound and well thought out. The Dukes' nemicis was Atlantian light cavalry troops allied to the Ansteorrans. Even though there were only about twenty of them, they did turn the tide of battle in the third field fight...
In so doing, they helped win the day for the Ansteorran host.
I lived in Atlantia prior to coming to Trimaris seven years ago, I know that they are unpredictable except for the fact that they are unpredictable, and if they get loose in your backfield, you have got a problem.
I sincerely believe that this is a factor not easily controlled and no blame lies with our great general. Those sneeky Atlantian bastiges got loose and well we know the rest of the story.
One very promenent issue should be noted; the Ansteorran general took note of the position of Dun Try in our line and continually attempted to counter the threat prior to the actual engagement. That is what the DT waltz was all about for the edification of those on the sidelines observing.
In the end, having said all that can be said and done all that could be done it was... a glorious fight! Filled with honor and glory and chivalrous deeds. Trimarians and allies alike gave all their energy and effort toward the battles.
Vivat!
KINGDOM KATTLE KALL
OK! Boys and Girls it is your turn to send in your stories about Gulf Wars! Something had to happen to you during the course of five days and hundreds of miles of travel of note...
HEY! Ansteorra! Did you folks notice that Dun Tyr came through the same window of the fort, with out a ramp, that we have come through for the last three years? And that this year we did it TWICE! We were all sitting around the fire the last night of the war trying to figure out if y'all knew that yet. Put up a sign, "Dun Tyr Enter Here!"
Vivat!
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