By THL Colyne Stewart
In service to Septentria,
my Lady and I went to Corwyn and Domhnail’s first baronial fight practice even
though neither of us could fight. (In a previous fight practice Thorfinna had
hurt her knee and I bruised some ribs running into a giant.) We could only
watch with envious eyes as various Septentrian fighters took to the lists. The
Hrogn were in evidence (as is only fitting since we were at Skeldergate ) as were fighters from Caer Draeth and
Ardchreag. Baroness Domhnail was fierce upon the field, while the baron was
given lessons by Berus Jarl. (Corwyn
also taught all watching that when a man as tall as his Excellency falls, it is
as if a tree was parted from its stump. Once must quickly move aside or be
crushed b y its length. Just ask a
certain limping Skeldergate r.)
At a table nearby three good gentles worked on stone carving
while inside the hall Skeldergate
demonstrated its hospitality by providing a various assortment of treats and
drinks. (This chronicler was denied the last chocolate chip cookie by a raiding
Norseman with Aztec tattoos.) A herald’s table had b een
set up on one wall, while beside it others worked on chain mail and the
repairing of old b aronial banners.
It was an enjoyable night as we discussed upcoming events,
office changes and the radiance of a part of our good
b aron’s anatomy. (You had to be there. Of course, if you
weren’t, a poem has been written.)
As any baronial gathering it helped cement relationships between
folk from different cantons and households. Hopefully future practices will
happen soon.
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