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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sir Kendrik" data-source="post: 147748" data-attributes="member: 123">19 Storing 1353 The day broke upon the village of Axbridge bright, sunny and unusually warm for the time of the year. There was not a cloud in the sky when Sir Kendrik awoke at 5th bell. It would be a very busy day for the young Lord of the Manor. As usual he had his daily bath and had one of the manor servants cut his hair and trim his impressive bushy handlebar moustache and neat beard. The fact that Lucinda had done this yesterday before the guests had arrived was immaterial to Sir Kendrik. It was keeping him occupied and stopping him from wearing a bigger trench in front of the fireplace than there already was from his nervous pacing. He need not have worried, as he was visited by all his friends, wishing their best for the big event. He was also visited by his grandfather who in his usual charming and humorous way gave the young knight some advice on what to do on the wedding night! Sir Kendrik listened intently as his grandfather was the source of Sir Kendrik’s strong moral code and good nature. Keenan would sit and talk for hours to his favourite grandchild filling his mind with stories of just knights, saving damsels and righting wrongs. It was Grandpa Keenan that had given Sir Kendrik the courage to follow his dreams, and today one of them would come true. Sir Kendrik was about to marry his true love. The village green was a hive of activity with Bailiff Notker and the Reeve Jodek supervising the digging of fire pits and the setting up of tables, chairs and benches for the wedding feast. Men brought food, and lots of it, to be cooked for all who would be attending, and that was everyone! Tonya and her daughters were organising the cooking and the decorating of the green with autumn flowers and leaves everywhere; it was a riot of colour and movement. At close to lunchtime the church was beginning to fill with those who were wishing to see the service. At the front of the church stood a very nervous but well dressed Sir Kendrik, shuffling his feet in anticipation of what was to occur. Sir Kendrik had never look more the part of the dashing young knight than this moment. He was wearing a white long sleeve under tunic. On the loose sleeves are green and gold Celtic knotwork, the gold actually being gold thread. The short sleeved over tunic was the blue of Sir Kendrik’s livery with the crossed sword and hammer of his livery bordering the sleeves and the wide yoke. Covering that was Sir Kendrik’s tabard and his cloak. He was wearing brand new white trews that had blue knot work going down each leg tucked into new black boots. Sir Kendrik held tightly in his big hand the ring that he would exchange with Lady Elanor. This was a very special ring and Sir Kendrik guarded it ever since it had been finished. He had travelled to Clyster to commission its making. It was a simple gold band, engraved with intricate Celtic knotwork, the knots signified stylised dolphins, the animal on Lady Elanor’s family livery. After it was crafted Sir Kendrik went to a cleric, who through the grace of Pelor, was able to place a protective blessing on the ring and whomever wore it. This of course cost a large part of the young lord’s fortune, but to Sir Kendrik it was gold marks well spent. The pews were quickly filling with people. Either side of the first row was reserved for the family, where on one side Lars sat looking somewhat proud alongside his oldest son Froderik and his young wife Lucinda. Unfortunately Sir Kendrik’s beloved sister Betaine was not able to attend, as she was busy training at the Harper Hall. Grandpa Keenan also sat in the front row. After what seemed like forever to Sir Kendrik, Fr Bretwald made his appearance and stood in front of Sir Kendrik. The church went silent as the beautiful Lady Sharra in an equally beautiful dress slowly marched up the central aisle of the church dropping petals and leaves behind her as she went. She stopped at the front and sat in the front row. A few moments later, Baron Althor led his oldest daughter Elanor up the aisle. She was wearing a long blue underdress, with heavily embroidered cuffs in silver thread. Over this she wore a beautiful green overdress that reached to just below her knees, with three-quarter sleeves. This too was heavily embroidered with silver thread. Over her hair and face, she wore a sheer, blue veil, held in place by a simple silver circlet, signifying her rank. When the bride had been brought to the altar, Baron Althor stepped back and took his seat next to Lady Sharra. Lady Elanor placed her delicate hand on top of Sir Kendrik’s hand and Fr Bretwald began the service. It was a full Pelorist Church service and lasted for over an hour. When the vows were made Sir Kendrik was close to tears of joy but he held them back well and sounded very commanding in delivery of his vows. Finally the moment everyone who was present had waited to hear; “With Pelor’s divine grace, I declare you to be husband and wife,” proclaimed Fr Bretwald With that blessing Sir Kendrik proceeded to lift the veil from Lady Elanor’s face and kissed her on her rosy lips, the congregation erupted in cheers and clapping. The married couple arm in arm walked down the aisle as the clapping continued; Sir Kendrik had the biggest smile of his life on his face. The couple then led the congregation to the village green to the wedding feast. What a feast it was too! There was an incredible array of meats; beef, pork, chicken, lamb, goat, and roasted vegetables of every variety. Surely this lavish feast would have eaten heavily into the winter stores. It seemed that everyone in the surrounding area had come to join Sir Kendrik and Lady Elanor on this most important day for them both. The feasting went on for several hours and was capped off with the wedding cake, or cakes to be more correct. At the end of the feasting the cakes, sticky fruit filled ones, were brought out. They were stacked on top of each other to create a tower of cake. The crowd slowly clapped as Sir Kendrik and Lady Elanor attempted to kiss while leaning over the towering cakes. If they kissed and the tower stayed upright, good luck and prosperity would be theirs throughout their marriage. The couple were very careful and kissed without incident and a rousing cheer rang out. Now that the eating was out of the way, room was made in the middle of the village green and the harpers started up their instruments. Sir Kendrik led his wife out to the middle of the green and bowed to Lady Elanor before the bridal dance started. Those who knew the young lord well could tell that he had been practising for this as he had never danced as well as he did now. The couple were joined by what appeared to be half the village and the revelries ensued. When the sun had set, torches were lit giving the village green an unearthly glow. Many of the older men now had quite some ale into them and were filling the ears of all who cared to listen of their tall stories. Callin couldn’t resist and joined the storytellers letting everyone know about the amazing exploits of Sir Kendrik. The party was interrupted by a cloaked figure jogging into the village green, striding in purposefully before kneeling before Sir Kendrik. “My Lord, I am sorry for interrupting this joyous occasion but I have some dire news” said Forestmaster Jenkins, one of the King’s Rangers “The clerics of Varakis have returned to the caves” End Session What do you think everyone? What do you think is happening? Who was the dark knight? Was it a ghost? What does Magda have planned for Kendrik and Elanor? Why are the evil Legion clerics back? Your comments and observations would be most appreciated</blockquote>

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