Written by TheLadyJane
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Monday, 25 February 2013 |
This article is for Tulmir, and of course, the Lords and Ladies of the Round Table. Enjoy!
Pinning Knights and Horses
A major challenge every Bretonnian player faces is the careful storage of his or her hard-worked on Knights. Some of us use foam trays specially made for our miniatures, some of us used modified toolboxes, some use just boxes of an appropiate size for an Army. However, our lances, banners, swords and scabbards, tassels, and even the crests of a helmet can bend and break, ruining hours of hard work. The best way to prevent such disasters, is of course, careful storage, and the best way to store and transport our knights? By keeping rider and mount stored separately, of course!
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Last Updated ( Tuesday, 26 February 2013 )
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Written by Artius
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Thursday, 07 February 2013 |
The Knights of Truth is the tale of my Bretonnian Lord, Artius Aerulian, Marquis of Northern Quenelles and his Bannerman, Baron Caldir of Bastonne, Artius's faithful battle standard bearer and childhood friend. A lot of my future fluff will come from the escalation campaign I am playing with a few friends which will see my Lord go from a Baron on the Quest to a Marquis who has supped from the Grail. I am far from a professional writer, so I apologize in advance as my work will likely not be the same caliber as some of the amazing stories I have seen posted.
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Last Updated ( Friday, 15 February 2013 )
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Written by LORD ROTH
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Monday, 10 December 2012 |
Winner of the 1st place in the 2012 Literature Competition
The twin hounds raced towards the limestone cliffs that rose at the far end of the valley. Mightily muscled beasts they were, broad of chest and thick of bone, bred for generations to fulfil the role they were currently tasked with. Red on white the colour of their coat, black of eye, triangular the shape of both orbit and skull. Together they hunted, breaths coming in powerful pants as the fire in their eyes and hearts spurred them ever onwards in their search for the scent that had been keyed to them. As the hounds paused and scented a gorse bush that had been crushed near the chalk path they followed, a high pitched whistle sounded three times behind them. At once the hounds pricked up their ears, ceased in their investigations and trembled in anticipation as they waited for the one who followed.
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Last Updated ( Saturday, 02 February 2013 )
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Written by The Red Cross Knight
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Monday, 10 December 2012 |
Winner of the 3rd place in the 2012 Literature Competition
His Lady sad to see his sore constraint,
Cride out, Now now Sir knight, shwe what ye bee,
Add faith vnto your force, and be not faint:
- Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene, Book 1, Canto 1, stanza 19
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Last Updated ( Saturday, 02 February 2013 )
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Written by Sir William
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Friday, 30 November 2012 |
Winner of the 2nd place in the 2012 Literature Competition
The crackling of the small fire seemed to
echo throughout the still clearing as the dancing flames drew Matthew’s
gaze. He was struck by the irony of this
little light, burning utterly oblivious of its situation. If only he too could maintain such blissful
spirits in the face of the darkness that surrounded him.
It was not just the campfire that
appeared to defy all contemplation of their hopelessness, but also his numerous
comrades who at that very moment lay peacefully slumbering on the ground about him. How was it that none of them could have the
same unease and dread with which Matthew now found himself filled?
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Last Updated ( Saturday, 02 February 2013 )
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