A dread disease roams the land, forcing us to shelter in our homes or flee to our countryside villas as Giovanni Boccaccio did in 1348, wiling his hours away with tales of love, tragedy, and humor.
Fortunately, we have a plague doctor who will keep the realm safe: THLord Methias Weasel!
Yes, His Lordship does more than torment train youth fighters on the battlefield. A co-founder of the Æthelmearc Assassins’ Guild, he travels throughout the land in his Plague Doctor mask to bring comfort (with a side dose of fear) to all.
Meanwhile, Lady Rue, his wife, brews concoctions to heal the sick as well as poisons to dispatch the enemies of the kingdom.
So while our modern medical personnel, including many from the ranks of the SCA, labor tirelessly to save those stricken by our current miasma, we can sleep soundly knowing that a plague doctor is also on the job.
This post is dedicated to the doctors, nurses, physicians’ assistants, EMTs, paramedics, and other medical personnel of Æthelmearc who are the greatest warriors we have in this fight against the modern plague. May you all remain healthy and bring relief to those who suffer.
Many people today do not realize that the so-called instrument that we know as the kazoo actually originated from a style of footwear in the Middle Ages. Fashion, seemingly, saw its rise and demise in a fairly short time period of only a decade or so, from about 1455-65, in a small geographical area around Aosta, Italy, on the border of France and Switzerland.
We have a single manuscript illustration depicting a mounted knight wearing kazshoes over the top of his sabatons (Figure 1 – left). We also have a vaguely written account of this type of footwear being worn into battle where it is said that it produced a loud buzzing sound, apparently meant to terrify enemy troops once the riders got up to speed.
Specifically, the Chronicle (Morgan Library & Museum MS B.4, dated to 1450) tells us that “…siquidem rex sonitum audiri fecerat in castris inimicus, calceamenta tumultuantem susurrus, et equorum, et exercitus plurimi…” (for the king had caused the army of the enemies to hear the noise of loud-buzzing shoes and the noise of horses – the noise of a great army).
The basic structure of the shoe is simple: a squared-off heel, with an elongated, tapered toe, topped by an elaborate fastener disc. Some might consider it a derivative of the poulaine, and perhaps it was, but there are two significant differences.
First, the kazshoe is clearly symmetrical, whereas all known poulaines have definite left- and right-foot versions. Most likely this is to facilitate their quick application when arming before battle.
Second, while poulaines have long, stuffed toes, kazshoes apparently had a more rigid structure of thicker leather, sufficient for it to hold its own shape, and they are not stitched closed at the end. It is that open toe-tube that allows sufficient air flow through the shoe to produce its sound. Presumably they fit loosely, and the air vibrates the metal lames of the sabatons as it passes over them.
As for the large stiff disc on top, it seems to be overkill for simply keeping the shoe secured to the foot. This appears to be a stylistic choice but very well may have been functional, serving as a place to display the arms of the knight. Depending on the complexity of the design, it could have been painted, incised, or even embroidered (directly onto the leather, or with a cloth covering stitched to the disc).
Figure 1 (and its detail): St. George and the Dragon by Friedrich Herlin, c. 1460, the only known illustration of kazshoes.
As the 15th century progressed, kazshoes seem to have fallen rapidly out of style, apparently with nothing to replace them amongst members of the chivalry. There seems to be little doubt that the ladies of court might have been the reason for this. The Libellus de modo confitendi of 1486 has one passage translated as “are there any who fervently desire to be required to listen ad nauseum to the screeches of this vile implement?” It apparently alludes to their displeasure with the noise, likening it to a swarm of angry waterfowl. It could also be the case that troops simply became accustomed to the noise and kazshoes were no longer effective.
Although I have not been able to determine how exactly medieval kazshoes morphed into today’s kazoos, as no intermediate objects have come to light, my guess is that drunken squires left with unwanted kazshoes learned they could blow through them to generate the same distinctive sound. It seems likely that at some point someone was able to reproduce them in wood, and later a thin metal such as tin, and finally today in plastic.
It seems like eons ago that a cry went up throughout the land of Æthelmearc – it was WAR!
No, not Pennsic.
A KAZOO War!
Our gentle Queen decided to humor the irrepressible King Timothy at a court in Delftwood by allowing him a kazoo. Was this the biggest mistake of her reign?
His Majesty started touting the wonders of the kazoo, urging one and all to take up this simple yet amazingly annoying instrument. Her Majesty’s polite eye rolls inspired a small but mighty force to defend her delicate ears, and the KAZOO WAR was on.
At first it seemed to be a war of words as Lord Snorri announced his fealty to Queen Gabrielle while many in the Chivalry stoutly proclaimed their support for the King and his kazoos.
Soon, however, the war escalated. Plans were made for an all-out mayhem of dueling kazoos to be held at the Festival of the Ice Dragon. Gentles began ordering kazoos from merchants at a prodigious rate, until the entire Kingdom groaned in fear of the outcome.
Alas, the plague descended upon the land and a truce was, perforce, declared. While His Majesty made many, many, MANY brave attempts to bring kazoos into the Court Æthereal last weekend, Queen Gabrielle was quick to snatch them from his hands each time.
We may never know which side would have won the war of kazoos vs. anti-kazoos, but it is hoped that peace reigns in the royal household given that, like most of us, King Timothy and Queen Gabrielle are forced to shelter in their home… together. Presumably with the kazoos hidden lest the Princes Royal bring chaos to the land.
The Queen keeps a watchful eye out for contraband kazoos during the Court Æthereal
The Baron and Baroness of Ramshaven, Penn and Lucia de Moranza, at The Academy of St. Clare.
By Lady Margareta le Sayre
It was a quiet weekend at a small needlework event in the Shire of Abhainn Ciach Ghlais, until someone fed the Canadians sugar…
What follows is a completely truthful account of the events leading up to a devastating War That Wasn’t.
The Baron and Baroness of Ramshaven, Ealdormere, Penn and Lucia de Moranza, opened court…. Food Court… with the test-tasting of Oreos and Peeps, as well as chips and snack foods that could only be found at exclusive merchants in the distant lands of Æthelmearc.
Her Dredd Excellency Lucia was delighted at the Oreo offerings of Strawberry Shortcake, Carrot Cake, Lemon, and Dark Chocolate.
She was, in fact, rather dismayed that the Oreos from her own shores were no match for the decadent colorful filling she discovered abroad. To add insult to injury, both of Their Baronial palates were thoroughly appalled by the flavor of Holiday Sugar Cookie Cracker Jacks.
“This is an abomination!” said Her Dredd Excellency, Baroness Lucia.
“This is truly awful!” agreed His Delicious Excellency, Baron Penn. “Here! Try some!”
“Let me make sure” quoth the two of them, as they sampled the dreadful flavor once more.
After a speedy conference, it was decided that the existence of this flavor of Cracker Jacks and the betrayal of Æthelmearc for having better Oreos most surely meant war between the kingdoms!
AEthelmearc beat Ealdormere in the Great Snack War at the Academy of St. Clare
The Ealdormerean contingent gathered their War Peeps and Attack Rams, and vowed to return. They shall pepper us with Dill Pickle Jalapeno chips and attack our taste buds as we have surely battered theirs!
Politely, of course, they promise the Rams will be on their best behavior.
Nothing says “medieval manuscript” quite like the gleam of gold shining on the page. Gilding is the high wire act of the scribe’s art, the skill that can boost a scroll from “not bad” to “wow!”
Gilding can be an intimidating skill, and all too many scribes give up after a few hesitant experiments. Gilding is not as difficult as it first appears, and the results are well worth the effort. This article is the result of several minutes worth of experimentation with gilding; it’s so easy anyone can do it.
Step 1: Make your design. For this example I will be using a simple design: just some dude in a ‘T’. Pencil in the design, ink over the pencil marks, and then erase the pencil marks. I find that the end result looks better.
Step 2: Mask off everywhere on the image that you don’t want gilded.
Take your time to make sure that you cover everything. And use good painter’s tape. Cheap tape will only disappoint. Use multiple layers as needed. A good X-ACTO knife will help you trim the tape to fit the curves and oddball shapes on your image. You might want to start off with straight lines and borders until you get the hang of it.
Step 3: Shake up your can of gold spray paint. I prefer Rust-Oleum to Krylon. I think that the Rust-Oleum gold is shinier and doesn’t require a primer. And since you don’t have to put down a primer coat, you save time.
Hold the can a couple of inches away from the paper and spray in short bursts. By spraying close to the paper, you can make sure that the paint doesn’t touch the area around your mask. And using short sprays you make sure that you don’t over saturate the paper. Use quick sprays until you cover all of the desired parts. Once you have covered all of the area, let the paint dry overnight. This is important. You don’t want to skip this step. If the paint isn’t dry, you can smudge it when you remove the tape.
Step 4: Time to remove the tape. You can see how shiny the paint is. Krylon doesn’t look this good. Now, carefully peel up the tape. You might need an X-ACTO knife to get underneath the tape. Work slowly and peel away from the gold paint. Again, work slowly. You don’t want all of your work to go to waste. Don’t try to save the tape. It’s given all that it can give. Some of you might be thinking that you can re-use your mask on another sheet of paper and save you some time, if you want to make two copies of the same scroll. It really isn’t worth the time and effort: the tape is covered in paint and will curl up on itself. Painter’s tape isn’t that expensive.
Once you have all of the tape removed, you can sit back and admire how nice your gilding is. And you didn’t have to mess around with gold leaf and gesso. Don’t be overly concerned with not having a perfect mask. If some gold paint bled through the edges of the tape, don’t sweat it: just paint over the errant gold and no one will notice the difference.
With only a small amount of practice, you should be able to lay gold quickly and easily. I find this method works best for me, but please, experiment and practice for yourself. You may well find a better brand of spray paint that works better for you, and you should always strive for better results and greater accuracy. Whichever way, gilding will enhance the look of your work immensely, and make the scrolls you create treasures indeed.
All are Welcome on this day to enjoy music and song and dancing, good food, and good friends!
What is a Debatable Lands Twelfth Night like? Here are the top 12 things to do!
1. Bring some food to share. Our event is free, even the food! It’s a potluck. All kinds of food are welcome! (Mmmm, cheese balls)
2. Bring and/or taste some cookies! A perennial favorite, Master Urho runs our favorite cookie competition of the year. Bring some to enter, or just munch on the entries and vote for a populace choice winner!
3. Bring your A&S project to display! The event features the Debatable Lands’ Arts & Sciences Championship and Display. There are no limitations, bring your projects, old or new, finished or in progress, to display. You can even request feedback from our top artisans. And if you’re from the Debatable Lands, enter the competition!
4. Bring some beverages. Wet site. Nuff said.
5. Snowball fight! Jasmine of Clan Tarn has her elves working overtime making stuffed “snowballs” for an epic tourney for young and old alike!
6. Get ready to laugh. The Best Commedia dell’Arte troupe in the Knowne World – I Genesii – will be *cough* performing *cough* …multiple times. Don’t miss the most beloved court of Misrule.
7. Bards welcome – the Debatable Lands Bardic Championship is also taking place. Only Debatable Landers are eligible for the Championship, but all are welcome to perform. The theme is the Old and the New.
8. Speaking of performances, the Barony’s own Debatable Choir will perform at 5pm. Let their dulcet tones wash over your ears and hearts.
9. Stuff and cash, cash and stuff… our Twelfth Night Auction of Forgotten Treasures ™ will delight you with the garb, gear, stuff and do-dads available at this silent auction. Have stuff you don’t need? Bring it to donate! But wait, there’s more! We also have a few fine merchants.. peruse their artwork, chainmail, and more!
10. Courts and vigils and courts, oh my! The event features Mistress Graidhne’s vigil and induction into the Order of the Laurel, as well as many other awards, Kingdom and Baronial.
11. Stay for the dancing! After evening Court, our event always has one of the best dances of the season in the entire Kingdom. Don’t worry, we’ll teach you!
12. Bring a donation for Paladin’s Pantry! The Greater Pittsburgh Food Bank needs food items, blankets, and more. Read more here!
Here’s another in our continuing (two counts as continuing, right?) series of alternate histories. This one involves a different kind of revolt…
Pacifism wrapped in duct tape. That’s what they called it. P.C. (Period Correct) culture had run wild, they said. The history of the Pax Æthelmearcus League (PÆL) was written in the fake blood of simulated martyrs. Few recall it now, and those that do shudder to speak of it. The trauma of those trying times never seems to grow as dim with the passing years as we do. But I will tell you. I will tell you because our mock struggle meant something, dammit. We dreamed of a Middle Ages as it should have been…
The movement gained momentum slowly at first. It began with a few rogue Laurels like Mistress Chrestienne de Waterdene and Master Valgardr Gunnarsson, who said they were tired of the incessant, faux-killing and imitation mayhem every Pennsic. Every year the same people would feign being brutally slaughtered, again and again. Had it been actual battle, it would have been absolutely horrifying. We had had enough.
Bloodthirsty fighters at Pennsic. Photo by Lady Àine ny Allane.
There had been too much bruising. There had been too many strains and wrenched joints. We had had our fill of tending the mildly injured with Tiger Balm and homemade beer. Our gorge would rise at the thought of one more case of dehydration. We were weary of carrying the weight of the Kingdom’s cultural legacy like so many milk jugs of diluted Gatorade while so many of our youth were mindlessly indoctrinated into a cult of pretend violence.
The movement’s leaders, Master Fridrikr Tomasson and Mistress Orianna Fridrikskona. Photo by Mistress Irene von Schmetterling.
Our made-up angst was simmering toward boiling. Mistress Charmaine of Falkensee wept for the pseudobrutality that would, if this were actual reality, have been visited on those who might have existed, but did not. Master Bedwyr Danwyn’s affectations of righteous rage would surely have led to some sort of not unexplosive action had they been genuine expressions of passion, but it was yet to be. The Rhydderich Hael Galligraphers’ Guild was a crackling maelstrom of counterfeit vehemence, but without true false focus. It was only when the Kingdom Ministers of A&S, Master Fridrikr Tomasson and Mistress Orianna Fridrikskona, became vocal proponents of our fabricated cause that it really hit its stride, and took flight like some sort of kite shaped like a bird or something.
At Ice Dragon, the artisans, bolstered by the brewing entries, attempted a boycott of the pentathlon until the fighters and fencers agreed to cease and desist their fictitious aggression. Mistress Felicitas Fluβmüllnerin, Mistress Alicia Langland, and their apprentices were some of the first to fall in this action – of terminal ennui. When this fanciful act of civil disobedience failed, the Pelicans and their protégés stormed the field at War Practice, vowing to drag the mock-combatants to the Great Hall and force them to actually wash the very real breakfast dishes, but they were repulsed by the water-bearers and siege engineers in a concocted rout so vicious that many good gentles swore never to eat breakfast again. Master Creador Twinedragon, Mistress Ekaterina Volkova, and their associates took many artificial casualties as they pretend-fought on both sides of this spurious argument.
Mistress Felicitas and her pacifist minions in the movement’s uniform. Photo by Mistress Felicitas.
Finally, at Pennsic 47, the forces of PÆL could take no more, and what had been a series of inauthentic skirmishes erupted into make-believe, full-scale, peaceful violence.
Master Fridrikr leads the pacifists onto the field. Photo by Lady Amalie Reinhardt.
Naturally, it was the Heralds who led the charge, meticulously correctly emblazoned banners flying. They’d had enough of people who knew no difference between “vivat” and “vivant,” blaming the fighters for the Kingdom’s ignorance on a matter of such dire import. As former Silver Buccle Herald, Master Fridrikr organized them into a cohesive unit that, along with the cooks, weavers, blacksmiths, bards, leatherworkers, scribes, embroiderers, and seamsters, took down every Knight and MoD on the field with an affected efficiency so whimsically ruthless that some even doubted its falsity. Master Will Parris, Earl Marshal, and Duke Christopher Rawlins, Kingdom Seneschal, joined forces with groups like House Sable Maul, the Confed troops, House Arindale, Hus Fearhaga, the Southern Watch, and the Tuchux, but to no avail. Who knew that artisans had so many potentially yet dubiously deadly weapons? Well, Master John Michael Thorpe knew….
Mistress Zoe, clearly at the end of her rope, pleading for mercy. Photo by Baron Steffan Wolfgang von Ravensburg.
After lengthy debate, the Promptly Contrived PÆL Co-Prosperity Council (PCPCPC) chose to spare the Grandmaster Bowmen and Marksman on the grounds that they targeted inanimate objects, not combatant personas, much to the relief of Baron Edward Harbinger and Master Antonio de Luna. However, the combat archers were ersatz-condemned with the rest (though Mistress Zoe Akropolitina didn’t go down without a fight).
And that, my children, is the fiercely imaginary and mythically savage history of how Pennsic 47 became the first true “Peace” fake “War.” No more would Scadians live in figmental fear that a chunk of rattan or an overly whippy rapier might temporarily end their personas’ supposed lives. No more would our children learn the ways of delusory war. Simulated swords were beaten into rather splintery and ineffectual ploughshares, and the land of Æthelmearc finally knew real peace.
This alternate history is brought to you by Master Daniel del Cavallo and Mistress Arianna of Wynthrope, who dream of a world that never was, but maybe someday could be…. Happy April Fool’s Day!
This year Æthelmearc has, for the first time, experienced something entirely new: a Swedish King.
The ways of Swedes being unfamiliar, we at the Æthelmearc Gazette thought we should enlighten the populace about our King and his unusual viewpoints.
Her Majesty, Queen Margerite, tells us that King Marcus believes everything is better in Sweden: Swedish cheese is better, Swedish bread is better, they have better public transportation, Swedish stroganoff, and the list goes on. Her Majesty points out that in Æthelmearc, His Majesty has a wife.
His Majesty is reminded of why Æthelmearc is better than Sweden. Photo by Lady Amelie Reinhardt.
His Majesty apparently has a somewhat colorful past. Literally.
Not to mention much longer hair in his youth.
Stretching is mandatory for Swedes before and after fighting.
Duke Sven, another import from the Principality of Nordmark, notes that Swedes like rules and lines (queues), and predicts that if Marcus win a second Crown in Æthelmearc, he will force each fighter to take a number so the fighters can be paired by numbers, making it more organized.
Margerite asks Marcus, “Are you sure about this numbering idea?” Photo by Master Filippo da Sancto Martino.
King Marcus with Viscount Edmund Draccator at AEdult Swim II, wondering who is going to clean up this mess. Photo by Baroness Kilde Jurgenstochter.
His Majesty has his fun side, too. Here he frolics with a jug of something potable, to the apparent consternation of his friends, including Duchess Liadain.
Photo by Lady Sara Ballengee.
Swedes take their food rather seriously. Duke Sven warns that His Majesty may decide not to pass the crown to Prince Timothy due to the rumor that His Highness butters his crisp bread on the flat side.
Crisp bread. It’s a Swedish thing. You wouldn’t understand.
Of course, the best part of having a Swedish King is that we get a Royal couple who always make things interesting.
Photo by Queen Margerite.
This article contains mostly factual information. Mostly. Thank to Her Majesty and Duke Sven for providing “dirt” on His Majesty. However, all blame lies with Arianna.
With the summer season closing in important information has just come down from the Society on critical changes to archery in the SCA. This change will be immediate and will impact events already scheduled for the 2017 season. Due to recent changes in federal law, the sale and use of all projectile weapons (including arrows, bolts, and sling ammunition) will be restricted in most if not all of the 50 States and parts of Canada. Primarily this restriction is meant to control use of primitive missiles outside of regulated hunting seasons and designated areas. These regulations are meant to close loop holes that allow people to carry and use weapons of this nature in populated non-hunting areas such as parks, schools, and similar places. Sadly the SCA makes use of many of these sites and to avoid legal issues must enact the following immediate changes to all SCA archery activities.
Starting in April of 2017 the SCA will be moving to non-missile archery. Members may continue to use their bows, crossbows, and slings, but will be prohibited from using any sort of ammunition during SCA approved activities. Members may carry quivers to better simulate the atmosphere of using actual ammunition but these quivers must be empty. Marshals will inspect all quivers for ammunition, and if found, this ammunition will be confiscated and the archer prohibited from participation. Use of the prop arrows (dowels with no tips, sticks, nerf ammo) is also prohibited. Additionally no archer may use the image of arrows as decoration on their gear as to avoid any confusion. This includes tattoos. In the interest of safety, archers and marshal are reminded it is never safe to dry fire a bow. Archers must release in a controlled manner. Optionally the archer may scream “twang!” or “Pew-Pew” during controlled release.
Scoring will be conducted by the range Marshal and will be based on the archer’s Royal Rounds score up to the point of the ban, how cool the archer looks when standing with his or her bow on the line, and generally how the other archers feel they might have progressed if the use of ammunition was still allowed. Bonus points are awarded if the archer has recently watched an archery-based movie such as Brave or Robin Hood (any version), however Hunger Games and the Avengers are excluded. All ties will be broken using rock-paper-scissors but marshals are reminded to follow the policy on rock-paper-scissors as set down in Society rules.
We apologize for any inconvenience this change causes, and as always, happy shooting.
This fabrication report was brought to you by Baron Magnus de Lyon.
This is a story about an alternate universe, where the Squire’s Revolt of A.S. 51 succeeded. Was it utopia or chaos? It depends on your point of view.
King Láegaire with his co-conspirators, Lord Cormacc and Sir Murdoch. Photo by Lady Christina Mary Lowe, aka Jinx.
After the surprise success of the Squire’s Revolt that began in the fall of A.S. 51, Lord Láegaire Mac Conaill Meic Shiadahail has really shaken things up as the new King for Life. Lord Cormacc mac Ghille Brigde and Sir Murdoch Bayne helped place him on the throne with the assistance of Lady Elena de la Palma’s sleeping potions (discreetly added to Their Previous Majesties’ and Highnesses’ tea during 12th Night court). Once asleep, former King Marcus and Queen Margerite were gagged, bound, and together with their daughter, placed on a boat headed for sanctuary in the Barony of Nordmark, Kingdom of Drachenwald, with Jewel Herald Maestro Orlando di Bene del Vinta at their side. As the galleon set sail, ex-King Marcus was heard shouting, “Jag kommer sänka dig, ditt otacksamma kräk!”* Meanwhile, Prince Timothy and Princess Gabrielle have fled to Atlantia, as all 147 of His Highness’s squires flocked to King Láegaire’s banner.
Former King Marcus mercilessly beating his erstwhile squire, now King Láegaire. Photo by Karli Champ.
Asked what prompted the revolt, King “Roo-Roo” Láegaire rolled his eyes and said “It was the children. The beatings, the lousy food (I mean, really, you can only eat so many Swedish fish), the sleeping on the floor, even the crouching in the back of the wain beside the Dread Empress Ingrid for miles, that I could take. I didn’t even complain when King Marcus refused to share his cigars. But when Marcus and Margerite had the children chase me while I ran with the chest of toys, with scant seconds of lead time until they arrived to tear me limb from limb – it was a horror show! I had to rid the land of those tyrants!”
King Láegaire has retained his consort, the eternally bemused Lady (now Queen) Mara of Hartstone, who seems to have busied herself trying to keep the Kingdom from falling into complete disarray under his yoke benevolent rule.
Master Will Parris, the somewhat baffled highest-ranking peer in King Láegaire’s realm. Photo by Jinx.
Among his many controversial rulings, King Láegaire’s rearranging of the Order of Precedence, making the Order of the Silver Buccle the highest award in the Realm, has elevated Master Will Parris to the senior non-royal peer in Æthelmearc. Master Will expressed some surprise at his new status, noting that it had been so long since he was inducted into the Silver Buccle that he’d kind of forgotten about it. When King Láegaire was asked why he would elevate a children’s order to such heights when it was rampaging children that inspired his rebellion, His Majesty only muttered incoherently about blackmail.
In addition, some have contested the King’s creation of a new peerage, claiming only the BoD has that power, but the number of gentles in the Order of the Bromance continues to grow. It is bestowed on those who show true dedication to “bromance” (regardless of gender; bromance is gender-neutral, after all) and bromantic pairs are often elevated together, further breaking tradition.
Resistance against the rule of King “Roo-Roo” Láegaire has coalesced around Duke Maynard von dem Steine, who believes he can bring King Láegaire down through proof of tax evasion. “He just has too many ducats to be the humble squire he claims to be,” said His Grace. Master Tofi Kerthjalfadsson, Kingdom Exchequer, agrees and is said to be combing Kingdom records for proof of the usurper’s criminal activities.
Baroness Beatrix Krieger receiving her Writ for the Chivalry at AEdult Swim. Were nefarious thoughts running through her mind? Photo by Lady Aine ny Allane.
Meanwhile, the kingdom waits with bated breath to hear what Baroness Beatrix Krieger will do. Her rumored collaboration with the rebellion may make her planned elevation into the Order of the Chivalry this Pennsic a trifle… awkward
Co-conspirator Lord Christian Goldenlok was forced to flee his homeland of Misty Highlands to avoid the wrath of his Knight, Sir Gareth Kincaid. He and his wife, Lady Adelyn Idesborn, have taken up residence in the Canton of Steltonwald, where they are hiding out until the birth of their firstborn child. Lord Christian is said to have plans – though whether to support or overthrow King Láegaire is unknown.
While there was some thought that the Curia would invalidate His Majesty’s usurpation liberation of Æthelmearc, his legion of squires and squire wannabees has proven too formidable a force. One of the ringleaders in the squire wannabee contingent, Lord Robert MacEwin of Thornhill, has been named His Majesty’s Royal Enforcer, with occasionally tragic results as Lord Robert cannot seem to decide whether to skewer his victims with a rapier or knock them unconscious (or worse) with a rattan sword.
Lady Elena de la Palma looks innocent, but what brew is in the cup she offers the Crown? Photo by Mistress Felicitas Flussmüllerin.
Rumors say that a coordinated invasion from the East and Middle is imminent, as their Princes intend to restore the rightful monarchy… or, perhaps, split Æthelmearc between them, unless Prince Timothy can muster sufficient forces from Atlantia to stop them as well as the usurper. King “Roo-Roo” Láegaire vows a vigorous defense, though how he will accomplish that without help from any of the chivalry except his Rasputin, Sir Murdoch, is anyone’s guess. In the mean time, he has taken the precaution of having one of his close retainers taste any potables offered by Lady Elena.
* Swedish for “I will take you down, you ungrateful wretch!”
This story was concocted written by Mistress Arianna of Wynthrope and Lord Láegaire Mac Conaill Meic Shiadahail with Swedish assistance from Duke Sven Gunnarsson. Happy April Fool’s Day!