Day 6 (Donderdag - May 6th 2004)
This day marked the 26th Anniversary of the joining of 2 great
houses – House Askew of the Northeast & House Povey of the Northwest
and arrangements were made to celebrate with fine wines and food at the Village
Hall that very evening.
The group found they had been enchanted with the inertia spell and could only
play with cards, Jane de Vin broke the spell upon rising and we journeyed
to the Mines of Slate whereupon we were placed in small caged boxes and pulled
underground by a screaming beast, The knight formerly known as MWNB was particularly
restricted as he was caged with Brave Fineogs of the North - who is renown
in the realm for having more skins than an onion. It was Alan de Gutt who
was attacked by a screaming banshee that left him hard of hearing & therefore
he did humbly make a total tw*t out of himself. The slate mine was an experience
of great magnitude & humbled our group as we waved goodbye to the little
miner & his lamp in a “Winds of Change” stylie with a illuminated
fire stick, we also relented on our plan to send Lady Linda to the bottom
of the Black Lake of Doom.
Returning home we divested ourselves of our travelling clothes and put on
our finery (ironed our jeans) and went to enjoy the anniversary celebrations,
all was well until the sweet comestible of Linda of Harley arrived & lo
she did treat us to a paddy of great magnitude. Scoring points for being right
(but losing more for style) she calmed down upon the arrival of more Vin de
Blanco, shamed we left the Hall & journeyed down to the tavern of Sportsman
whereupon Macca the knave did get enchanted by a local troll; the name of
the beast was Robyn de Bie, the knight formerly known as MWNB did declare
that he and Macca the knave were an item & come on in if you are hard
enough. The villagers sought succour that their village was appealing to travellers;
we gave them the Scouse Seal Of Approval. Joanne de Barnes-Wallace made the
comment to Macca the knave saying verily "You're not bringing him home
as a pet!" as we left Sir Robyn de Bie in the gutter.
Back at the fortress again the sh*t-faced six (Joanne de Barnes-Wallace was
a Lady) enjoyed the extremes of the grape & grain.
THE END
(..........OR IS IT)