A tale of Blood and Honour

The Three Weddings
Expansion of the Elwain family

The night when all of Elwain celebrate the triple weddings that takes place on Dinton, and Godwyn’s inner turmoil shine through.

" The dragon, the dragon, the dragon in their lairs, The bear dropped the lion ‘n’ they all ran away. The dragons, they flew on for hours and hours, And spawned some new Elwain! Another new Elwain!

Three weddings, three beddings, Brought on by King Arthur’s, A night in me cups for me! Three weddings, three beddings, Brought on by King Arthur’s, Yet all ends happily! All ends happily!

The bear, the bear, the bear in the garden, His crown is a gift from the wildest of dragons. When roses are bloomin’ and fangs are sharpened, The lion growls “hear me roar!” A lion’s fearsome roar!

Three weddings, three beddings, Brought on by King Arthur’s, A night in me cups for me! Three weddings, three beddings, Brought on by King Arthur’s, Yet all ends happily! All ends happily! "

The song echoed on the courtyard late at night, and sir Godwyn with his squire Clud sat and drank as the guards of Dinton sang their Ballad of the Three Weddings. He glanced towards maid Heledd who he had not talked to since their argument earlier that year. He felt helpless and worthless and felt a rush of anger, in response he threw his mug as far as he could then buried his face into his palms to not cry. Clud looked unsurprised at his lord and walked to pick the mug back up, but Godwyn was already halfway on his way out through the Dinton gate when Clud had turned around. Clud ran out from the manor and into the darkness outside. He could see Godwyn running all the way down to the burnt down church.

Clud was slower then his lord and eventually found him covered in mud crying in the cold of night in the middle of the ruined church. Clud threw a blanket over his lord and was awake all night keeping Godwyn warm. Godwyn wept a prayer to god all night, wishing that god would cleanse his thoughts from sin.

The Pagan falls
How Sir Carangeir turned from the pagan path.

“I do not see it as an order. My gods are gods of action. They see what men do, and judge them for their deeds. You, my king, I serve out of love. And for that, because of you being my king and a good king, I am willing to place you above my love of the Goddess. For you, I will forsake my pride.”

What have I done?
The words ring in my ears like steel on steel in a blacksmiths forge.

What have I done?
I have sworn to forsake my love of the Goddess for my love of my King.

What have I done?
I was faced with a battlement steeper than any I have climbed, wider than any field I have charged across. And I charged like a young man.

What have I done?
I have thrown my very name behind me, by my own choice, just to honor my king.

What have I done?
I have bowed my head and cast it all aside. The pride that marked me for 30 years a knight. And I am both grateful and humbled.

And he takes the oath

“I swear, by the honor done me by my lord Arthur and the Table Round,”

As I swear this oath, I finally can see a new dawn.

”to never commit violence without good purpose,”

I will serve you, my king, to my death and beyond, for you have renewed the hope in me.

”to shun all murder and treason, and to give mercy where it is asked.”

I have lived through your fathers time, and through bloody anarchy.

”I swear, upon pain of death, to always protect ladies, gentlewomen, damsels, and widows."

I have acted selfishly, and prideful, and it has not been right.

”I promise to never fight for an unjust cause, and to never fight for personal gain."

For your ideals, not my pride.
For your honor, not my hubris.
Not to gain, but to prevent loss and pain.
For your kingdom, and our lives, in a new time, for ever.

Sir Godwyns Quest
To find the greatest bard on the isle's.

How Sir Godwyn tried to find the greastest bard in the Isles, and how he was struck down by Sir Tomos squire.

Sir Godwyn’s legs moved at an incredible speed. He felt like a child again, running around the castle on a quest. His Squire Clud had a hard time keeping pace with Godwyn and would often fall behind when trying to control all the different things he carried for his lord. Finally Sir Godwyn almost breaking down the door, tumbles into a room filled with ladies. “Crap, how could I be this foolish?” The ladies are as shocked as Godwyn when their eyes meet, and Godwyn quickly straighten himself and bow to them in the doorway. Queen Morgan raises from the many ladies sitting and gossiping together and walks slowly toward Godwyn as he bows yet again.

Godwyn ask the Queen for her assistance in finding the best bard on the isles. She agrees to ask her ladies but she ask for a favor in return. Godwyn was tasked with escorting the Queen’s maid-in-waiting, Ceri and he also had to leave Clud behind. Godwyn reluctantly agreed to her terms and set of to escort the young maid.

Not taking any risks, Godwyn takes the long route to the destination just outside of town. Darkness soon falls and Godwyn guides the horse which the maid rides on and holds a torch in hand with the other hand. Soon they reach a pavilion standing quite remotely and far from any other people nearby. This was the destination the maid wanted to get to and she wished to speak with the knight inside it. Outside stands a young squire who draws his sword when Ceri and Godwyn appear in his sight. Godwyn tries to order the squire to stand down who soon falls upon the knight and the maid with his sword. Here Godwyn fends with the squire for quite some time and the maid slips into the pavilion just as the squires buries his sword into Godwyns leg and he falls unconscious.

The morning after, Godwyn was woken by the squire who seemed troubled. The Maid and his lord had disappeared the night before and where nowhere to be found. The squire named Tristram tried to apologize for his behavior and Godwyn forgave him. Tristam then helped Godwyn back into the city and Godwyn reported this to Queen Morgan who seemed happy about how it went overall. She returned Clud to him and a suggestion on who she and her maidens thought was the greatest bard on the isles, Neara.

Godwyn found Neara and dragged him all the way to High King Arthur’s chamber. There Arthur listened to Nearas song, and then claimed Neara to be great but not the best bard on the isles. High King Arthur said that it was an honorable deed but his quest was not over.

Unrequited love
The masked woman

The story of when Godwyn gets seduced by a courtesan

Sir Godwyn shifted uneasy on the bench, he could not feel comfortable at all and he had no one to talk to. He glanced to his sister, Heledd. She looks pretty tonight. He felt nervous when alone with the strangers that sat all around him. They where all locked in conversations he cared little about. His eyes landed on Sir Gawaine. I wonder if Heledd would like him as her husband? He let out a small sigh. I wonder if drinking would help me right now? Godwyn looked into the mug of wine he had and suddenly felt a wave of disgust and then placed it back onto the table.

It was then he felt a hand on his shoulder, it was soft and warm. Is that a girls hand? He turned around and stared into the eyes of a young girl with a mask on. He froze as he saw her and he felt something inside him he never felt before. Her almond-shaped dark eyes penetrated Godwyns skin and her lips where red and luscious. And her dark and long hair looked healthy and strong. She said nothing but took his hand into hers and she pulled him away from the table and together they left the feast.


It was completely unorthodox for Godwyn to leave a feast in this manner and none could comprehend over what just happened. He sat there one second and was gone the next, much to Sir Caragyr’s frustration as he came to talk to the young knight.

She took him to a house not far away from the feast and she threw him down onto the bed in one of the rooms. Godwyn was smitten by her very attractive aura, like spellbound by the devil himself. They spent the entire night making love.

At sunrise Godwyn had yet to fall asleep. He could not deny that what he felt that night was one of the best times of his life but he could not bare himself to think about it. The images gave him a severe headache, as if it was inner turmoil. Godwyn sat up, and then looked at the girl sleeping naked next to him. She looked so peaceful in bed. His hand reached out to caress her face but stopped halfway. Better not touch her, I don’t love her! He grabbed his clothes and began to sneak out, not to wake her.

As he closed the door behind him to her room he saw Brewin sleeping in the hallway. Brewin woke as Godwyn left the room and immediately stood up. They both looked at each other before both blushing and averted their eyes to the small but very fat lady that came walking with heavy steps. She walked up to Godwyn and slapped her hand into his naked flat stomach. “20 denarii’s” she said with her rough voice and held her hand open in front of him. Godwyn Gasped in total shock. Was she simple whore? That meant nothing to her? Godwyn thought as he looked back at the closed door.

-“Okay woman you shall have them” Godwyn told the woman and looked disappointed. Squire Brewin gave her the money and she happily left them.

Godwyn hastily put on some of his clothes before leaning in closer to Brewin, and told him with a low but very firm voice “Not a word.”
They both left the high-end brothel in silence.

The Fall of Vagon
The sour taste of vengeance fullfilled

Elad falls. Burning, he stumbled to the edge of the fort and threw himself out as if he expected to be carried away on the foul air. Down, in the dark and crowded courtyard, lies yet another child of Elwain dead for Elads hand. An infant this time.

Though it was at the cost of a life, Elad the Mad is dead for the hand of Carangeir.

The pagan stands on the top of the fort, watching. His hand still gripping his sword with fingers that pale and tremble from rage and his cheeks still wet with the blood from men he has slain to get here.

“Is this it?” His voice is meant for none but the wind around him and the fire behind him. “After all these years, is this all it is?” Somewhere, the fight is still going, steel against steel and shouts of dying men. Inside Carangeir, though, is silence. An empty, aching silence that is almost deafening after the pounding rage that has driven the pagan here. “Both my uncle and now this man. Dead, by my hand. And for what?" .

His question is answered only by the last screams from the siege, and they hold no wisdom, and the hate that drove him with promises of solace is nowhere to be found.


A farmer far down on the ground, cowering from the battle looks up to the fort and utters a prayer for protection to any god that can hear him.

Framed by fire, long, graying hair flying in the wind and blood on clothes and face, unarmored and covered in old pagan symbols, holding a sword, the visage of Lord Tisbury over the burning fort will spark many songs of the night when the devil came to claim Elad the Mad.

The assault on Vagon castle
A tale of bravery and valor

Blazing embers swirled to the skies in the gloom surrounding Vagon castle. The sun had set that night that earl Robert of Salisbury called for war counsel in his pavilion, gathering his most esteemed knights and vassals around the broad table covered with scrolls and maps. The warm light of candles cast long shadows along the faces of the gathered noblemen as they gave their counsel to their lord. The discussions wavered between levelled and heated as personal emotion mixed with cold strategic calculations, lord Tisbury brooded at the end of the table as he called to arms to free his infant son from Sir Elad the Mad that was holed up inside the castle along his men and other captives.
The brief counsel ended in the decision to assault the castle as soon as possible before any of the hostages found themselves in further danger, even as the army gathered did they witness how one of Sir Elad the Mad’s prisoners were roasted alive inside a crude iron cage over an open fire. As plans were laid out, Sir Godwyn and Sir Merwyn, two young Christian knights volunteered to lead the assault on the walls with the painted and fierce pictish mercenaries while the elderly, more experienced knights were to charge through the main gate of the fort when the battering ram fulfilled its purpose.
As armor were being donned, the sound of thundering hooves clattered in approach of the Elwain encampment and lord Tisbury’s bastard son Sir Caragyr the Rabid Dog arrived at camp and soon ushered his squire to prepare for the coming battle. Under the cover of darkness, picts snuck up and started to fill the moat with large bundles of twigs and branches mixed with dirt to make way for the battering ram as the assault ladders were hoisted to the walls. The coming fighting on the battlements of the castle excited the two young knights and they charged the ladders, Sir Godwyn swiftly dealt with his opposition and found himself on top of the wall as his cousin Sir Merwyn was pinned by a spearman and struggled to gain a foothold on the wall.
As the noblemen of Salisbury found their charge of the castle stumbled as the keep stood intact beyond the second wall, the pictish mercenaries proceeded to commence their looting of the village at the foot of the hill. Houses were set ablaze and valuables scurried away from house and home alike. As Sir Merwyn climbed down the wall of the fort he noticed how pagan warriors of the north were carrying silver and other valuables from the church, as a good Christian he recognized his duty to interfere with this sacrilege and put an end to their actions. Like rats the picts scurried away from Sir Merwyn, all but one who stood his ground, claiming his spoils of war only to find his nose busted by the pommel of Sir Merwyn’s sword and his consciousness failing.
Lord Tisbury learned from Baron Tethyr that a peasant of the village knew about a secret passage into the keep itself and personally gathered the men, brave or foolish enough for such an endeavor to strip out of their armor and sneak into the keep and force the gate open from within.


The assault on the keep ended as none of the defenders were able to wield their arms or shields, Sir Elad the Mad were dead, killed by the hand of Lord Tisbury on the roof of the keep as the Mad had thrown lord Tisbury’s infant son from the ramparts to certain death. In an unselfish act of great valor and bravery, Sir Caragyr the Rabid Dog threw himself off the roof to save the life of his baby-brother, slamming hard into the ground several stories below and as if God himself reached down from the heavens did he survive, savagely battered, but alive. Unfortunately his bravery was in vain as the child was killed from the dramatic drop from the roof.
Slightly relieved that Sir Elad the Mad was dead did lord Tisbury gather his troops and ride on to further hunt down those allied to the Mad. As they rode away from Vagon castle, they tracked down their enemies to grand manor, only to find their targets already taken care of by their allies and once again the young knights Sir Godwyn and Sir Merwyn was re-united with their grandmother, the cloistered lady Eleri.

Sir Merwyn and the messengers
The war drums again beat to the rythm of the heart of Elwain.

Through the early morning mist, Sir Merwyn made his way across the courtyard of the Tisbury Manor and headed to morning mass. The solace within the chapel offered a refuge from the chaotic world outside and the mass concluded after the communion and Sir Merwyn strode out, energized by the connection to the Holy Spirit and found that the air outside was fresh and alive with the new day. The mist had vanished and in its place the morning sun blazed the land in a crimson flood light that danced across the valley and river that snaked through the landscape.
A feeling of joy, bliss to be part of this blessed world, so ripe with the face of the Almighty, filled Merwyn as he just admired the land, disturbed only by the sound of galloping hooves that drummed their eerie message of urgency across the fields, his suspicious gaze quickly spotted the two horsemen that closed in on the manor. At the gate, Merwyn met up with the knight and his squire, the message that Sir Leo was conveying was loud and clear; war had yet fallen upon the lands and the liege, Sir Robert the earl of Salisbury mustered his knights to meet with him at Vagon castle.
A morning that started in harmony with the Lord was soon to turn into a dark, bloody bridge to the gates of Hell. Elad the Mad had taken members of the Elwain family hostage at Vagon castle, and refused to reason for their release. His purpose with the captives was highly unclear and one can only fathom what the highly disturbed mind of Elad was contemplating to do with his hostages. Earl Robert finally called to arms and now, the name of Elwain would again be baptized in blood and glory…

Year 514
Wind, filled with blood and smoke

Time for Revenge

The Elwain family is currently at Lord Tisbury‘s manor of Dinton. among them are the Lord himself, his steward Merwyn and his household knight Sir Garlon. Lord Tisbury could be seen from his manor above looking down at Sir Merwyn greeting Sir Godwyn and his Squire Clud at the entrance to the yard. Not long after Godwyns had arrived, another small group of knights come riding towards the manor. Sir Floridas the Pict and Sir Bledri the Drunkard they recognized but there was one knight that was unknown to them. In to the great hall of Dinton they all went and had a modest feast. During the feast, Sir Merwyn did not fully understand Bledri’s widely known reputation for his excessive drinking and they got extremely drunk together. The morning after Sir Floridas and the other still somewhat unknown knight left Dinton. They did not have time to rest much that day before Sir Leo came riding at a fast pace. He informed that the Earl was making himself ready for war and marched on Vagon Castle. The Earl had requested every knight in service to Lord Carangeir to come, as well as Lord Carangeir himself.

The ride towards Vagon Castle was long, many shared a similar hate against sir Lord Elad the Mad. But none shared it as much as Lord Amig and Lord Carangeir, the pagan. They saw the camp from miles away. A large camp consisting of over a hundred knights. Lord Carangeir forced his way forward towards the commanders table. Sir Lupinus had somehow gotten hold on ancient maps of Vagon Castle, maybe from Oxford but they where certainly not from Sarum. Sir Edward, the Broken Bulwark, standing has his elbows on the table trying to make up and down of the map with Sir Lycus, The Demon from Salisbury next to him. Lord Carion of Upavon, Baron Tethyr and some of Tethyr’s knights was there as well. Large masses of picts where converging towards the camp. Picts that where mercenaries from the North, financed by Sir Edward alone, an army of over two hundred strong. Earl Robert informed the knights that Lady Eleri had been captured by Lord Elad and was presumably held captive inside Vagon Castle. At the night the battle starts and Earl Robert wants volunteers to do the job, Godwyn and Merwyn step forward to lead the assaults on the walls with Edward and Lycus. Sir Caragyr the Rabid Dog arrived just in time for battle to begin. And so the Assault on Vagon Castle took place.

The aftermath of the battle left a sour taste. Sir Edward and Lord Amig was dead, two of the most feared knights for any enemy of Salisbury. The Earl ordered some trusted knights to follow him, Lord Tisbury with his household knights, Sir Merwyn, Sir Garlon and his nephew Sir Godwyn. They reached a nearby village that had been “liberated” by Baron Tethyr’s forces. From the manor came the captives that where Sir Edwards children and Lady Eleri too. Lady Eleri ran towards her two grandchildren Sir Godwyn and sir Merwyn. The three hugged each other and was relived for it all to be over. After some investigation they found that Sir Edward had lost two children to Lord Elad’s son Sir Morbrec.


Back at Dinton the knights tried to rest before their long journey towards Carleon. Inside the laid Sir Caragyr, he had earlier been left alone by the wise Gwerfellin. He was in a state of melancholy. As his tears ran down his cheeks, Brangwen entered his naked as the day she was born. Filled with the presence of the goddess, Brangwen and Caragyr made love in Lord Carangeirs bed. After that Sir Caragyr felt whole again. After a month at Dinton the knights prepared to tend to High King Arthur Pendragons marriage to Princess Guinevere. They meet up with Lady Eleri, Lady Carine and Maid Heledd along the way towards Carleon.

As they rode up along the road they got an anonymous invention sent to them. It was a for a feast that was held nearby. The knights chose to attend the feast and was surprised to find Queen Morgan of Gorre and Sir Accolon. During the feast something magical happened to Sir Merwyn who’s appearance was made better. The three knights Sir Caragyr, Sir Godwyn and Sir Merwyn was flirted with during the feast. All except Lord Tisbury, who was left with jealousy but realized that he was in fact in love with this women.

The Merchant adventure
Meeting the knight-hating merchant.

The encounter with the hateful merchant, and Godwyns refusal to work with him for richness.

The hateful merchant spat towards Sir Godwyn but it landed nowhere near him. “All of you infectious guts-griping hedge-pig knights! You are all idiots, I hope you sir will die and go to hell” screamed the merchant as he rode away with his caravan on the snow clad ground. Godwyn feelt his squire, Clud look at him from behind, so he turned to face him. “Is there something you wish to say Clud?” Godwyn tried to look serious but was not so bothered with the hateful merchants curses.
-“Mi lord, wi de’d u’ refus di mych’nts yfer, yt wis e fo’thun!” Clud almost seemed angry that Godwyn had refused the merchants offer of 8£ to work for him for one single day.
-“You see Clud, being a chivalrous knight is not about riches, it is about virtue. Without virtue I’am no stronger then a simple wooden branch and I will break easy if someone wish to bend me.” he answered and looked towards the Brown Knight of the Wilds. The Brown Knight seemed pleased with what Sir Godwyn just did but it was hard to tell as The Brown Knight never talked to Godwyn unless it was important. I knew that the merchant had malicious intent but I know nothing on what I should do now. He thought for himself. The Brown Knight began to ride onward towards the swamp again, still determined to find the Knight of the Basilisk. It is time to move on he thought or I will lose The Brown Knight… He wont wait for me. Godwyn thought. “Come now Clud, we must hurry. When spring comes I will teach you how to ride a horse properly.”
-“Ies mi lord” Clud’s answer was fast enough.
As they rode down the icy and cold road, Godwyn started thinking about his “sister”, Princess Guinevere. It allways made him feel warm during these cold winter days, he longed to meet her again.

The Long Road
Questing with the Brown Knight of the Wilds

Godwyn realizes the hardship of taking a commoner as a squire.

Clud sat uneasy on a log that laid next to the campfire they had made. Clud was spying on the Knight of the Wilds from afar. He had completely blanked out and did not listen at all to Sir Godwyn who tried to teach him how to raise a pavilion. Sir Godwyn had almost halfway raised it himself before he turned around to watch his squire with a finger halfway up his nose. With a loud sigh, Sir Godwyn turned around and walked to take a seat on the log next to him. Clud woke from his almost trance like state and realized that he had not been paying attention as he was supposed to do.

“I’em sor’i mi lord.” His words did not sound sincere but Godwyn smiled nonetheless towards him.
“Well you know, this will be your big trail in life, how far you go and what you accomplish.” Godwyn saw that Clud still had no idea what he tried to say to him. Godwyn sat quite and thought it threw over and over again. Had I made a bad decision or will this.. be the death of me? his own words made his stomach crumble. Mostly because the boy did not really know how to make a proper meal and it was the squires job to do so.
“Mi lord, U’uld elvys tri en’t tok t’o di min tiet whyrs di br’wn” The boy look at Godwyn with his very special smile. Godwyn looked back at him thinking, By God what trail is this? Admitting the truth, Godwyn heard none of what he said. Instead he stood up.

“We don’t have time to do that, now rise and I must teach you how to raise this pavilion before darkness falls.” Godwyn sounded determined and Clud tried to work out what he should do to help.
Godwyn had never seen a person taking four hours to raise a pavilion before. Well at least he did not damage it or anything. was Godwyn’s thought as he tried to reassure himself. The pavilion was finally up only three hours and fifty five minutes after the brown knights.


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