It was a cold day and I wondered just how wise we
were to take the Herds out from the protected
fields of Beau Fort to graze upon the green
pastures in the Barony of Bryn Madoc. For many
rumors of brigands and worse had reached ...
It was a cold day and I wondered just how wise we
were to take the Herds out from the protected
fields of Beau Fort to graze upon the green
pastures in the Barony of Bryn Madoc. For many
rumors of brigands and worse had reached our
ears. Yet I was reassured by the number of
Shirelings who were able to tend the herd and so
I felt The Beau Fort cows would be safe.
There was another reason to attend the Barony
this fine day. We had heard word that there might
be a few of the choice Baronial cattle available
to those in attendance and our small heard of
eight beasts could use a little... additional stock.
Yet no sooner than we set our herd into the
stockade there was much commotion as a common
thief made off with a prized milking cow! To her
rescue ran several of our champions, who dueled
with the brigand and returned the pilfered bovine back to the herd.
We had seen these brigands gather a large number
of cattle within their hideout. We knew the
cattle were not theirs- and we knew we needed to
develop a plan. First, earn their trust- we sent
our nephew forward to join their ranks with the
understanding that his services came with a
price. Every fourth cow they..liberated.. was to
enjoy her freedom within our pasture. When it
came time to pay his share, who could notice that
a few extra just happened to follow their friends
across the fields, and why should we break up
such a dedicated group- they were just so happy
together therefor we decided to keep them all.
The Brigands disagreed and thus a series of raids
and champion challenges ensued. For the day long
there was combat and bovine break outs galore.
And then, as it looked like our pasture had
reached its capacity- tragedy struck! A great
plague descended and half of all the herds rode
off to live in their death upon the green fields
of Cowhalla. As we laid upon the pasture in
anguish- despairing that such a great herd of six
and twenty was now but thirteen, our nephew
caught wind that there were wild cattle nearby in
the woods. Swift as ever, our champion raced
across the land and gathered these poor lost
bovines into the loving embrace of the Beau Fort
herd. When he could find no more, we rejoiced to
find three times the head of cattle that we had but a short time before.
Another raid commenced upon our great herd and
woe that a number of us were slain defending
against these brigands. As we sat in Cowhalla, we
were approached and offered a chance to return to
our herds and the great green lands we love so
much. Thus began the great quest for the Purple
Papal Bull, Alexander. We devised several plans-
from brute force frontal assaults, to stealth and
guile we even tried to directly challenge the
kidnappers of this great Purple Papal Bull. Yet
all the plans were for naught as we continue to
be rebuffed and turned from our goal. Yet when
brute strength failed, wit saved the day. For
when our champion placed her wit against the
brigands she managed to turn their heads in
circles until they cried out for her to stop less
they injure their brains further. The reward was
not Alexander but it was another Purple Papal
Bull which was most well received in Cowhalla. So
joyful was the reception that we were gifted the
great silver cow from the hand of the Goddess herself!
Later, as the sun raced for the western hills and
we guarded our prize herd of forty three, did the
Goddess return to us and thank us for the spirit
with which we showed upon the field. She praised
the way we from Beau Fort did handle ourselves
and the sense of fairplay we brought to this
cattle exchange tradition. These great words
filled our hearts with joy and we knew then that
even if every cow in our herd was stripped from
our very hands – we had still done right by the
day. Yet the next thing the Goddess did honored
us far more. She offered us the herds from
Cowhalla in exchange for her Great Silver cow.
With out any thought did we agree to this
wonderful gift.. thus did our herd come to number
some sixty-nine or seventy in total.
Yet one more challenge awaited the herd of Beau
Fort. The sun had gone and with it our large
company was dwindled down to four. Four to
protect the herds of Beau Fort against the
gathering dark. Four to walk the lines. Four to
watch for thieves. Four to save the fortunes of
Beau Fort and bring the herd home.
Then all at once did from the dark a great swarm
did descend. For others had seen our cows and did
desire them for their own. And though our Four
were bodily harmed, only five cattle did wander
from the herd. So as we started for home, with a
sound victory under our belts we sung to ourselves happily-
This day will be remembered for the family of
Beau Fort- as when we went to into the Viking's
market with naught but eight cows, yet returned with sixty-four.
Posted by Guy du Petit Egypte on Tue 09 Oct 2007 02:34:05 AM BST
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The Cattle Raids
show full show summaryIt was a cold day and I wondered just how wise we
were to take the Herds out from the protected
fields of Beau Fort to graze upon the green
pastures in the Barony of Bryn Madoc. For many
rumors of brigands and worse had reached ...
It was a cold day and I wondered just how wise we
were to take the Herds out from the protected
fields of Beau Fort to graze upon the green
pastures in the Barony of Bryn Madoc. For many
rumors of brigands and worse had reached our
ears. Yet I was reassured by the number of
Shirelings who were able to tend the herd and so
I felt The Beau Fort cows would be safe.
There was another reason to attend the Barony
this fine day. We had heard word that there might
be a few of the choice Baronial cattle available
to those in attendance and our small heard of
eight beasts could use a little... additional stock.
Yet no sooner than we set our herd into the
stockade there was much commotion as a common
thief made off with a prized milking cow! To her
rescue ran several of our champions, who dueled
with the brigand and returned the pilfered bovine back to the herd.
We had seen these brigands gather a large number
of cattle within their hideout. We knew the
cattle were not theirs- and we knew we needed to
develop a plan. First, earn their trust- we sent
our nephew forward to join their ranks with the
understanding that his services came with a
price. Every fourth cow they..liberated.. was to
enjoy her freedom within our pasture. When it
came time to pay his share, who could notice that
a few extra just happened to follow their friends
across the fields, and why should we break up
such a dedicated group- they were just so happy
together therefor we decided to keep them all.
The Brigands disagreed and thus a series of raids
and champion challenges ensued. For the day long
there was combat and bovine break outs galore.
And then, as it looked like our pasture had
reached its capacity- tragedy struck! A great
plague descended and half of all the herds rode
off to live in their death upon the green fields
of Cowhalla. As we laid upon the pasture in
anguish- despairing that such a great herd of six
and twenty was now but thirteen, our nephew
caught wind that there were wild cattle nearby in
the woods. Swift as ever, our champion raced
across the land and gathered these poor lost
bovines into the loving embrace of the Beau Fort
herd. When he could find no more, we rejoiced to
find three times the head of cattle that we had but a short time before.
Another raid commenced upon our great herd and
woe that a number of us were slain defending
against these brigands. As we sat in Cowhalla, we
were approached and offered a chance to return to
our herds and the great green lands we love so
much. Thus began the great quest for the Purple
Papal Bull, Alexander. We devised several plans-
from brute force frontal assaults, to stealth and
guile we even tried to directly challenge the
kidnappers of this great Purple Papal Bull. Yet
all the plans were for naught as we continue to
be rebuffed and turned from our goal. Yet when
brute strength failed, wit saved the day. For
when our champion placed her wit against the
brigands she managed to turn their heads in
circles until they cried out for her to stop less
they injure their brains further. The reward was
not Alexander but it was another Purple Papal
Bull which was most well received in Cowhalla. So
joyful was the reception that we were gifted the
great silver cow from the hand of the Goddess herself!
Later, as the sun raced for the western hills and
we guarded our prize herd of forty three, did the
Goddess return to us and thank us for the spirit
with which we showed upon the field. She praised
the way we from Beau Fort did handle ourselves
and the sense of fairplay we brought to this
cattle exchange tradition. These great words
filled our hearts with joy and we knew then that
even if every cow in our herd was stripped from
our very hands – we had still done right by the
day. Yet the next thing the Goddess did honored
us far more. She offered us the herds from
Cowhalla in exchange for her Great Silver cow.
With out any thought did we agree to this
wonderful gift.. thus did our herd come to number
some sixty-nine or seventy in total.
Yet one more challenge awaited the herd of Beau
Fort. The sun had gone and with it our large
company was dwindled down to four. Four to
protect the herds of Beau Fort against the
gathering dark. Four to walk the lines. Four to
watch for thieves. Four to save the fortunes of
Beau Fort and bring the herd home.
Then all at once did from the dark a great swarm
did descend. For others had seen our cows and did
desire them for their own. And though our Four
were bodily harmed, only five cattle did wander
from the herd. So as we started for home, with a
sound victory under our belts we sung to ourselves happily-
This day will be remembered for the family of
Beau Fort- as when we went to into the Viking's
market with naught but eight cows, yet returned with sixty-four.
Posted by Guy du Petit Egypte on Tue 09 Oct 2007 02:34:05 AM BST