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Flamorians EverywhereUnseelie Faiy attack Caledonia.Fuck Off McTwatum, knight, bodyguard, horsehair model..... Sources report that he has been seen advising the members of Clan McPooh in their choices of perfume and make up, a man of many talents is this why he can accessorise so well. Announcements Our War leader, Craggy, has annonced that he is to wed twice. The first is from the Wolves faction, (I believe it to be Lady Fraia – Ed) the lady has agreed to be married at the Wolf concil on the weekend of the 13th /14th of the second month. The second, sometime after this….. Annoncement on this to follow. Clansmen in Focus
Name – Dafydd McTaff Personnel details – Boyish charm and cheesey grin Occupation – Laird Incantor and Action Man of Edreja Favourite Colour – Sea Green Favourite Things - Bethan and chasing girls Least Favourite Things – Being chased by girls (marriage Yeuch!!!) Would Most like to share a Desert Island with – All the contestants from Miss Edreja (except Rory) Would Least like to share a Desert Island with – The Dark Incantors Least Endearing Quality - I don’t have one, everyone likes me Hobbies – Sailing, fishing and girls (in that order) Preferred weapon – Bethan's Blessings and a disarming smile Quote Most Likely to Say – It's soo unfair Quote Least Likely to Say – I love dark incantors me Teran’s Dreams Or was it? - Ed The Weirdest thing happened the other night. I do not know what happened but I found myself in a banquet hall. There were banners everywhere with a symbol of a Phenix on them. When I asked about this a elf replied that it was the symbol of the fellowship of the phenix and that I was in their hall. Not knowing anyone I proceeded around the hall introducing myself, there were Elves, humans & even dwarfs. Many of them were pleasant enough and then the wenches came out were ale….Nothing quite like a few tankard or two….. Oh and food, as they brought that out shortly afterwards. After several servings of each, some things started to appear. An egg for one…. Perhaps a phenix egg was the suggestion from a member of the fellowship. However after a while things started happening to the egg and it opened. Whatever was inside the egg it was not a phenix… it caused allsorts of problems, including byting me leg! While trying to get rid of this thing another member of the fellowship had a great idea and cast a spell nearly directly next to me, instantly knocking another member of the group and myself to the floor. I can not remember much after that as when I came round I was still a bit hurt and the ale was having the right effect (dulling the pain I bet – Ed). That was the last time I heard about the thing from the egg must have been nicely toasted on both sides though! The rest of the evening was quite memorable as a dwarf got tattooed by a human in the private region, we where visited by a ghost of some sort & in the end a volcano errupted…. So we had to get out of there fast! After returning to the boat on which I arrived on, I found myself back on Caledonian… Strange things are happening nowadays! Razzi's News in Brief .From Albion :Elidure, Prince of the Summer Lands celebrated the turning of the year in the company of some of Teutonias finest. However this prince of noble breeding, and weak constitution was unable to join the drinking festivities for long. As a member of Albion Elidure is more used to drinking tea than Teutonian ale. Sources report that after a few sips his delicate stomach rejected the ale most violently in the home of the viper that was sharing his hospitality. Rumour has it that the Viper in question enjoyed several more flagons himself before he to puked like a Hart. For reasons of self-preservation the name of the Viper is remaining anonymous for he is known to be in a bit of a bad mood of late, especially as he is not, in any way part troll.
In Memoriam It is my sad duty to inform my fellow Bears of the tragic death of my great friend and comrade in arms Captain Black Rose. He died a hero’s death, ambushed when scouting ahead of his party. The party was itself under attack and so could render no immediate assistance to the brave Captain. But in an act of courageously insane and brainless defiance worthy of a Bears, he chose to stand his ground and was splattered into rather gooey mush by a gang of exceedingly large trolls. In a cruel twist of fate the Captain had been wearing camouflaged clothing in order to fulfil his scouting duties. So when the party was able to come to his assistance it took sometime for them to locate those parts of him that had not already been cooked and eaten, and by this time he was beyond their help. It was my great fortune to spend severalmonths at sea with the Captain and his crew prior to the Gathering of 1098 (hope he took his sea legs with him…. Or Barf! – Ed). The hangovers that I experienced in those happy months were amongst the most memorable I have ever had! The whole adventure, visiting parts of the world I had never previously heard of, will live in my dreams for eternity. Though, even now, I am still a little perplexed as to how I never met the crewmember known to all as Jolly Roger, for whenever he was out on deck I was locked below fulfilling my role as official ships alcohol tester. (Like a true Bear – Ed).
I attanded the wake and spoke of my grief and of my feelings of remorse and guilt, for I am in no doubt that Bearish traits had begun to rub off on the good Captain that lead him to stand his ground and die in such a gloriously futile manner. It causes me no little sadness that he did not live to show the Morrigan what to do with interestingly shaped tropical fruit. On behalf of myself and of The Morrigan, The Cerridwen and The Blodwyn, on behalf of all of the Orkney Folk and of the people of Caledonia I offer sincere condolences to the Unicorns faction. I also offer my personal condolences to Lady Adalana, Marquis Grendell Olaffson, Kormac, Torquil Khan and the crew of the Black Rose. The Captain will sorely missed by us all. Chief Insulting McThug.
Dear Uncle Yargon Dear Uncle Yargon ,When I applied to come to your faction's "haggis hunt" I was led to believe that the people of Caledonia had a great love of music and admiration for musicians. Imagine my suprise then when I tried to practice my camponology only to be received with lethal force! Yours Bruised of Teutonia
Dear Fleece, It is often commented that people in glass houses should not throw stones ... likewise I suspect that people in a room full of armed, drunken and sleepy clansmen should not ring bells at a silly time in the morning! As for calling our love of music into question, Tristan hit you and he's from Albion ... we know nothing ... (Honest - Ed) Letters from Reader ….. OK complaints Idiotor ov ta Muck Youcul bilshit, I iz not a troll, I iz complaning bout sum Hart Heart fing in your rag. I iz not a troll I iz a Orc yu shurt sited dwarf. Pik up yur fishin rod an sling ya okok ya Lorn Ornamunt. Lots a love ShagNasty (OK, OK I get the message. I will get it right next time ya big thing ya – Ed). Just in from the Black Isle. One of the finest breeding Haggis on the Black Isle was found earlier today impaled under a young sapling in the Ritual Circle. The tree, recently planted in the circle by parties unknown has appeared to have taken root and is doing fine. The Haggis however is not, and was unable to be saved from this flora fate. The person or people responsible for this are unknown at present but investigations are underway.
Fey of the Tomorrow Court on flying Caledonian Visit. The Ritual Circle at Gartness was subjected to a bloodbath as a host of fey, escaping from Albion, massacred the Mages Guild Guard and used the circle without the Mages Guild permission. Rumour has it that they were originally heading for the circle near Rutiwell, but the McYokels and McNutters led by Denzil with all four of his children on his back blocked there route and they headed through the pass to the lands of Clan Buchannan. Denzil was babysitting the kids while others were out Hunting Haggis and claims that the outing was good for the wee bairns. What Tigger McPooh will have to say is another matter. This reporter asks what good are Mages Guards anyway when the fall over or run away faster than the Dragons? Not wishing to sound treasonous but …. Have you noticed that since Breaca became Blodwyn at the end of the Gathering no one has seen her daughter Caitlin. Infact, Caitlin dissappeared at the beginning of the Gathering apparently last seen by Durith and Solace of the Incantors guild after having a quick drink in the wee bar at lunchtime.
The word is that she’s gone on sabatical for the rest of her confinement but is this just a convienient story? Speaking of confnement does anyone know who the father of her baby is? All she would say is something about going for a drink with her ancestors – what does that mean? Can Breaca be the Blodwyns’ vessel, (who is supposed to be a virgin) and a grandmother? Especially as she was married to Dagda all those years. I have no doubt that Breaca loves her daughter Caitlin and Caitlin loves her mother but this is all highly, highly suspicious. Can anyone please allay my fears. Anon. OOC. For anyone who wants to know, Jay who plays Caitlin had a baby boy called Dominic James Butler Friedlander on 30th December 1998 at 8:12pm, weighing 6lb 5oz; and he’s gorgeous. This Paper was brought to you by Editor McYokel: - With Contributions by:
OOC Pages !!! To all the players who had the foolish idea to attend MTN3 the Hogmany Haggis Hunt, thank you. You were great and I hope that you all enjoyed yourselves. Some of you however left with less kit than you arrived with. If you have lost anything get in touch and we will see if we have it. To all the Monster Crew. You were fantastic, a finer group of people I couldn't ask to lay in the mud and rain. Thank you all. Specific thanks go to: David Young. You did more than your share, teach you to share a house with me. Gareth Young. For turning his radio on when the band played, and the poor monsters were on a linear. Mike Whatley. Where do you find all those fantastic bits of stuff. Cath Hoare. G.O.D. for a day, thanked for a lifetime (though Rowans may be short). To Mandy, Leanne, Becky, Mel, Mary, Caroline, and Sarah for all that you did in the Kitchen. To Jez Edwards. A most congenial bloke when woken at 4a.m. To All the rest of you who I have forgotten. Comments/Queries should be sent to: Denzil 33, Nottingham Road. Bishopston. Bristol. BS7 9DH Or denzilmcy@bigfoot.com Dear all, I hope everyone had a good time at MTN3 ... I certainly did, and all the feedback I've seen so far has been very positive. Obviously I'd like to echo Denzil's thanks to everyone involved and to the players in general, who were very cooperative and allowed us to get away with the sort of free-form orgnisation we did. I can't help noticing however that Denzil has done the same thing as he did with MTN2 and omitted to note that he actually did more work for the entire thing than the rest of us put together! This being the case I'd like to thank Denzil on behalf of all those who enjoyed MTN3 for all the hard work he put in. And for amusing me by a kicking the Sanctioning Ref out of bed at 4am. (Apparently he thought it was the Harts 3IC - which would have been all right?). Also by loosing his voice completely but still attempting to referee, use the walkie-talkies and answer the phone. Cheers matey. GARETH (Monster/Faction-waste-of-space) Address to contact if you would like to contribute to the paper all contributions will be welcome not only from clan members McYokel Bull, 11 Rupert Rd, Newbury, Berkshire RG14 7EQ |
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