Gothic War VIII
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On the left, Sunday morning court has begun. At right, Lady Nicolette De Loria
is awarded a tome from Lord Timothy of Glastonbury (last year's Bard of Gothic
War) for her piece in the bardic competition which was the only entry to meet
Lord Timothy's challenge of an original piece dealing with the current war.
On the left, HL Allesandre Desiderio receives recognition & largess for her exceptional bardic performance. At
right, Lord Charles McKinnon, bows to the crown, having just been named the new
Bard of Gothic War for his winning piece in the competition.
At left, HE Kayleigh Drake has just received some fabric that she seems quite
pleased about, in recognition of her efforts on the rapier field. At right,
Don Robert is named victor in one of several of the Rapier lists.
On the left, a rapier melee is just beginning. On the right, Lord Valentyne
Drake (in the white shirt) closes in to finish off an injured combatant.
At left, challengers for the barrier battle are about ready to begin. From left
to right, HE Baron Llywelyn, Lord Kern, Sir Max, His Majesty Daffydd, ????,
Centurion Aesoph (sp?) Hearts, Lord Erazmus (Oz), Centurion Romanius, Sir Badon
(marshaling), Lord Corbin de Heather (in red) and ????.. At right, this
brutal battle has begun. Brutal because it was fought with single sword or like
identical mass weapons, but required three killing blows to eliminate an
opponent. (Anyone forget their pauldrons?) Evets von der Drachen, squire to Sir
Corwin von Xanten can be seen on the end (in black & white) facing Centurion
Romanius in red.
At left, His Majesty Daffydd lands a killing blow to the helm of his opponent. At
right, Centurion Romanius appears to be doing the same.
At left, Lord Corbin de Heather (in red) avoids a blow from Evets von der
Drachen while striking one of his
own to Evet's mid section. On the right, Evets and Corbin battle a second time
after a double kill in the previous bout.
At left, the unofficial bard of the war, Lord Corbin de Heather, tells a sad
tale of shirts and mayhem that befell him as he unpacked his garb upon first
arrival. After the 7th or 8th telling, (or attempt at telling, the listeners
helped clarify the details at every turn), I finally realized this was a
historical moment. (Or at least hysterical.) However, I cannot possibly recount
his tale with the same awe and splendor as Lord Corbin, so the next time you see
him, be sure to inquire of the tale of the red shirt. :-)
PLEASE send corrections or more detailed descriptions to Armand Dragonetti.
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