By the winter fire 499

By the winter fire 499

The age of anarchy is in full swing. Knights fight against knights, brother against brother. There is no royal court to be seen. From the west, the Iron Tide of Cornwall is growing stronger, and from the north-west King Nanteleod is growing strong every year.

The Country needs a King.

Gossip by the fireplace

“Those fashions from Cornwall look better to me every time another castle surrenders to King Idres. They are coming! This year Dorsette, next year us. I wonder if this strange alliance will hold.”

“What’re you, the king’s marshal now? You sleeping with Prince Mark when he comes to know that?”

“My cousin knows a trader who goes to Suth Seaxe, and he says that they are all getting ready for another invasion. They put out a call for volunteers from overseas, and sent boxes of silver to hire Franks and Goths.”

“Your cousin says that every year. Oh, did he bring back one of those brooches?”

“No, but wait until you taste the chicken tonight! They found a farmer with french herbs hidden away! I’ve not tasted real chicken in weeks!”
- Gossiping ladies

Political conversation

“War amongst the Saxons. Both King Aelle of Suth Seaxe and King Aesc of Kent are hiring mercenaries. I’ve sent some of my knights to aid in the battle, others should consider the same. If nothing else it’s a chance to kill some Saxons.”
- Ulfius

Strategic conversation

“King Nanteleod is a decent king, at least considering what there is to offer. But the man has too much intrigue at the court. We will fight in his battles, if nothing else but for the coin. It’s an honest man’s work.”

(sigh)

“Does anyone have news of the war in the north, against the Picts?”
- Brastias