Welcome to the Round Table of Bretonnia!

As often desired, e.g. in this thread, and as it was at our "old home" Earl Cadfael's, each user has now his private Gallery. There is no change for you when uploading images into our Gallery, and you can still browse it by category of the miniatures.

Instead I programmed a PlugIn for the user profiles. To see a User's images, just click the Gallery-Tab at his profile. You are being redirected directly there by using the linked name at each picture in the Gallery. 

“Milord all is lost the bridge has fallen!”

Gasped the exhausted runner.

Lord Tarien sat on the Ivory Throne of Cal-Thurin facing the exhausted messenger, who was splayed face forward on the expensive patterned carpet. Sweat had begun to pool around the runners knees turning the rug a deeper shade of blood red.

The timbers of the trebuchet creaked under the strain of its load, its mighty stone weight carved with an image of the grail hung ominously above the heads of its motley crew of peasants. The men stood together in an uncomfortable silence as their liege lords were bowed in prayer.

Slowly as the knights rose the peasants began to relax, assured that their protectors were once again blessed by the Lady’s fey magiks in the defence of their lands.

When one's life has been spent as father, friend and defender of the Realm, one thinks to live forever.

Behold the Pale Rider approaches