It's that special time of the year again - the days are getting shorter and we're celebrating! As part of our eleventh anniversary, which also coincides with the twentieth anniversary of Bretonnia's introduction to Warhammer, the Round Table will host three new competitions: very short short stories, conversions, and map making. Members may enter one, two, or all three contests. In all competitions, participants have until the end of November 2016 (12:01AM GMT December 1st) to upload their entries.

• Story submissions will need to be uploaded to the "Literature" section. Choose
  "Anniversary Literature Competition 2016" in the category. You can find the rules at the end of this article.


• "Make something new, never seen before the End of the Olde Worlde, yet obviously Bretonnian." Conversion photos will need to be uploaded to the Anniversary Painting Competition category of the gallery. Upload up to three pictures of your unique conversion work.It is mandatory to have at least one unpainted picture to assess your conversion skill. One picture may be painted, but we won't judge your painting quality.


• "Draw out a sketch of your new demense, stronghold, hideout, wherever your Army or Warband ended up after the end of the world". Maps will need to be uploaded to the Anniversary Painting Competition category as well. 

(NB:
1..If you haven't submitted a story yet, you should ask Guillaume le Courageux or Uther Di Asturien for the clearance to be able to post new articles.
2..Deadline is one minute after midnite.)

He was dreaming, of that Nicodemus was sure. 

He floated through a black abyss that threatened to overwhelm him in its inky embrace. Yet he did not despair, he was a knight of Bretonnia! He had tasted the waters that flowed from the blessed cup of his Lady! He knew no fear in the yawning hole of the darkness around him, instead he patiently waited upon his Goddess’s leisure for she had spoken to him thusly on various occasions throughout his life. Although, if he had been completely honest with himself, he would have admitted that each time was just as unnerving as the previous time. 

Joint winner of the 2015 Literature Competition

"For whatsoever from one place doth fall,

Is with the tide unto an other brought:

For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought."

- Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene 

"I do feel it gone,

But know not how it went."

- William Shakespeare, The Winter's Tale 

 Joint winner of the  2015 Literature Competition

It did not know its creator. It did not know the time or place of its creation. It did not know what species created it, or to what end. All it knew was that it was a weapon intended for champions, for people who dedicate themselves body and soul to the needs and desires of others. As long as its current wielder confirmed to those requirements, it could lay dormant, and let the champion decide matters both great and small. And so it was wielded in the cause of righteousness.