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Oops! What a mistake!It is worth pointing out at this point, that it was not our moot. Much drinking was done there, in the evening a ritual was performed which I had to contribute to. Upon conclusion of the Ritual, Gasharim (forces of ultimate law) started to appear in the ritual circle, together with Unliving forces. They were apparently seeking the forces of Chaos and all those sworn to follow Chaos. In order to get as many factions of the Known World helping them, they were capturing random people. Their first wave captured the High Mage of one faction and the High Incantor of another, also 4 other souls, whose only misfortune was to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The Second wave even more succesful for the Gasharim. As I was walking away from the fight, escorting the Blodwyn back to camp, the Blodwyn
cried out "Look out behind you !" I was dragged unceremoniously off to the Transport Circle where I was transported to the Plane of Fire, questioned, and dumped, hog-tied in a very cramped, cold, dark and damp cell deep beneath the keep of the First Lord of Fire. (What a mistake-a to make-a – Ed) The Blodwyn meanwhile had gone running off to the Morrigan and in between her cries of despair, informed her of my kidnapping. Word spread fast and the Morrigan rallied the Bears and led them to the Ritual Circle in order to trace my pattern and hopefully bring me back. I was not the only captive, for 2 droo and a death jester were amongst the 6 captured in the 2nd wave. Time and again Lament, our Laird High Ritualist, tried to break through the barrier to reach the Plane of Fire, and time and again he was slapped back to our Plane. Eventually Lament was able to see through the eyes of a death jester present at the ritual and determine my location. They knew I was alive and guarded well. The Bears returned to camp to work out how to get me back and to console both the Blodwyn and the Morrigan who, being of one, felt the same anguish and despair.
News arrived the next morning that the Gasharim were to parade some of the captives in front of the factions and negotiate for their return. (I understand that when the Gasharim tried to up the stakes because of my position, the Bears nominally 'sacked' me and said "OK, now you've just got a clansman" ... um, nice try guys) I was fortunate enough to be one of the first six to be 'dangled' as the Gasharim put it. I was transported to the Transport Circle, separated from my kinsmen by a vast wall of fire. I was surrounded by Gasharim Demons and many Gasharim stood between the fire and the people of Erdreja. I could have just transported us all to the main Ritual Circle, but it was not safe and the Demons would have just turned on me. Urian of the Exiles waved a pint of beer at me, attempting to lure me through the flames, a suicidal idea, but almost worth it if beer was at the end. As negotiations started, some followers of Chaos attacked the Gasharim, whose leader turned around and ordered the demons to kill us all. Fearfully, I cast an incantation to protect myself from their weapons, but was eventually struck down. At this point, one of the other captives, spotting that the Ritual Circle had now been taken by friendly forces, transported us all (demons included) to the Ritual Circle. I vaguely remember coming round and seeing the face of Captain Carson, our Interior Minister, crouched over me, attending to my wounds, before we both were struck by demons. I was dragged out of the Ritual Circle by persons unknown and healed outside it. I sought out the Queens and received a very memorable welcome. Urian meanwhile had drunk the beer he was offering me. I was not amused. Someone did offer me a drink, but in my weakened state I cannot remember who. Thank you, whoever you are. Later, Lord Magician Arcane of the Cymrjan Dragons resigned. He apparently felt that he may be under Fae influence and as such could not remain in his position. (and we'd just had the T-Shirts made too -Ed) The Dragons fell out with the Gryphons as 3 Gryphons from the Red
Branch had killed a Dragon. The entire Dragon faction was mobilised and gave chase to
these 3 people. The Dragon's excuse for doing so was that there were in fact 5 people they
were chasing. The remaining captives of the Gasharim thankfully had paid their own way out of captivity. The Gasharim, however, were not the only force to contend with. Late that night, the forces of Chaos came out of the Ritual Circle and captured members of the Mages Guild, 2 of who were Bears. I understand Azar and another of his Order was taken. The Mages Guild, led by Lasha (McYokel) set about trying to get them back. It appeared that the forces of Chaos wanted the Mages’ Guild to agree to prevent the Gasharim from using any Ritual Circle. Since the Mages’ Guild exists for everyone, they could not do this. The next day rained and rained … and rained. It almost felt like Caledonia, except that it was warm. The rain however put a dampener on the other factions’ spirits and not a lot happened. The captives of the forces of Chaos were released, but I do not know how. More Next month!
The Gathering Treat(y) Late in the evening of Saturday at the first Moot, McSnaga and Conor Cu Chulain were summoned from the bar to a meeting in the Guest Camp. Not knowing what lay in store for us, we made our way there. Inside the Guest's 'Command' Tent were Queen Elspeth of the Harts, Lord Timothy of the Gryphons, King Rhino of the Lions, King Gunnar of the Wolves, Matron Mother Teken Duis of the Tarantulas and a representative of the Unicorns faction whose name unfortunately escapes me. Apparently, King Gustav of the Vipers had been in saying that the Gathering Treaty was unworkable and had forced the Dragons and the Vipers to fight last year; that it should be torn up and a new Treaty written. He claimed the Dragons were with him on this. He proclaimed that should we not agree he would physically test the Gathering Treaty to its limits. Unfortunately he got dragged away because of a small assault on his camp. Everyone there was agreed that the Treaty needed some amendments to prevent people 'stretching' the rules, but that in principle it was sound. The 2 main principles of the Gatherign Treaty are that major wars should not be fought between the factions - something that has not happened for a long time - and secondly that factions should aid each other where possible in defence against outside (and usually extra-planar) forces; this too works. There are many forces helping the Vipers save Teutonia from the attacks of Vlad and the Gasharim, and we have a very large force in Erin, helping the Dragons fight Medv. We sent a Viper representative on her way to take our views to King Gustav and suggested that he approach us all the next day with his views once he had thought it through properly. Weddings Several wedding happened on Saturday of the Bears Moot. Firstly a wedding on the first night of the Bears Moot, told in the Brides own words…. My marriagew to Datharine took place on the first night. The marriage seromony was a quiet affair, where chief Insulting McThug proformed his duties as doer of marriages. It was witnessed by one of the Queenies and afterwards we joined our friends and enjoyed the evening. The next morning Datharian and myself ( Rhianna O’Ship – Ed) left for our hunymoon which was the most enjoyable week of my life. I will leave the rest to your imaginations!The next weeding was at the Muster on Saturday. After being attacked twice by Formorian fellows, the Cerridwen finally married Khann to Lady Shannon.
The Latest wedding took place in the Bears Camp on Saturday evening. Captain Ahab Roberts of Clan Trelwney was married to the Queen of the Pixies, a Dragon. She was very cute with long fair hair & wee little horns and I can see the Captain made a fine choice. Chief Insulting McThug led the Ceremony and everyone was happy .. at least no-one complained. Un-Wed On Sunday however, Chief Insulting McThug proclaimed that the Queen of the Pixies was now to be known as 'Mrs Roberts, Queen of the Pixies'. Shortly after, a delegation from the Dragons arrived. It appears there was something wrong with the marriage ceremony. I asked if she was under any form of magical influence - she was not. I asked if she had objected - she had not. It also seemed that someone else had signed the marriage certificate for her as she could not write. This too seemed proper. I asked what could possibly be wrong then. She replied that she was unconscious at the time of the wedding. Now I know that brides do faint, so further enquiries were made. It appeared that she was kidnapped and dragged to the ceremony unconscious. In the end, the marriage was annulled by a McTaff, but the queen of the Pixies is now to be called:- ‘Queen of the Pixies, formally known as Mrs Roberts’
Play Celt!
Ainsley McYokel Here you can see the Mr Bear of G’98 showing off his prize for gaining the Mr Bear title… a great big medallion…. Oops, sorry, trophy (A plate!). Ainsley is well known for his cooking and his chilli’s have the whole of the gathering wanting some, when they know it’s cooking that is! He is still single and his measurements are 42-34-38.
Chiefy (or should I say Chuffy!!!) The McYokel’s have seemed to gain a new Chieftain. At the first moot, Denzil announced to the rest of the clan that he was taking a holiday and until such time Teran McYokel was now the chieftain. Teran at the time was noticed to be picking his jaw off the floor at the announcement. After he had gained his ability to speak back he accepted the position and all it responsibilities, this includes the Sporran (so watch out ladies - Ed). Later someone started calling Teran Chuffy instead of Chiefy and it stuck…. Teran still does not know who or why…. (But I do – Ed). Rumours Lemming McYokel was heard to have said to Tik Tok that he would teach him how to use a sword. Perhaps then they could actual have a decent fight together. Another rumour being past around is that the following people have all died in a local Bar fight: -
Who wrote this , Propaganda McTaff, I should have known – Ed !!!!Formor Bashing Time I arrived with a number of Exiles from our lands in Caledonia to the moot, also accompanying us was Grandmaster "Ratboy" Silk, and already the Druids were predicting huge storms to descend over the weekend. After running around and meeting lots of my contacts for most of the afternoon the Queens called a muster at 8pm on the Friday eve. Here the Morrigan introduced many of faction command of the Bears, including the other Queens, the Ceridwyn and the Blodwyn also Laird Buchanan, Baron Balastor, Mephisto, Lament, and then I was dragged forward and given my position …. Your mission to find out his position if ya dare – Ed!Afterwards we went off to the bar in true bear style...and then the light show began. A huge electrical storm played across the sky, illuminating the skyline for miles around. Luckily I had made it just back to camp when the heavens opened. After the rain, while heading back to camp I luckily intercepting a pair of assassins who had just stabbed Daffyd, the Bears High Incantor, with many poisoned blades. Mynier and myself made quick work of these assassins and purged the poison from Daffyd, and the people with him. At least he said thank you. Saturday came around too soon, too soon for some, but there were many things to be done. After sorting out a few deals I joined the muster at mid-day and off we went to conduct a ritual, led by Lament. This was done (we are getting too good at these!) and we returned to camp for the rest of the muster. The Morrigan was a tad short tempered and liked shouting lots, and just after this a lots formorian warped humans attacked... However these where quickly dealt with Whilst we were talking about a prophecy the Ceridwyn had made, a blue tattooed, black clad stranger climbed over the back wall with an obsidian dagger, laid out the Blodwyn's trainee bodyguard's and sliced the queenies wrist. Unfortunately he was very quick and escaped over the wall and into the woods. It was found that this all linked in with the prophecy we were discussing and that it heralded the return of Balor (a big formorian giant, one eye, bad breath, rancid feet etc etc ). We sat down to think...whilst doing this the Queen's chose a new bodyguard out of the possible trainee's for the Blodwyn, and bestowed their power's upon him, and the Blodwyn invented a new game..called poke Talek...repeatedly......in the same place.....again and again......all day! Arrggghhhh!
Later, Lasha (McYokel) came to camp, with the hammer of earth, after being asked by the Queens to help destroy the obsidian blade used in the attack on the Blodwyn and named in the prophecy. This was completed after much bashing, and then it was left up to me to collect the firth leaf, also named in the prophecy, which I did (of course) and has been passed on to the DeLacy's to brew into some Strange alchemical brew. More formorians attacked, big Bas*#rds, with big sticks and bashed many of the Bears. But thanks to McCoy (who ran around a lot, which we like) and the Blodwyn everyone got better. The people sent after the Captain returned safely with him and it was found that the Caledonian and Erin formor had joined forces and a large army was only miles away to the North. Later in the afternoon Balor turned up with a large bunch of formorians, but with prior warning from our scouts we were prepared and a large battle ensued. Balor was very, very tough, with a blow from his spear onto the earth he sent all around him tumbling and his blows smashed apart, shield, armour and people alike. After destroying many of his troops, Balor eventually fled the field. And so with more visits to the bar, and a traditional sing around the fire the day came to a close. So came Sunday. Again we mustered at noon, the Queens introduced the Knights to the faction, many were in attendance, including the infamous Dougie McFinn (who had turned up the previous afternoon) and Rory McTwatem. New ambassador's were appointed to their positions, and Roo McPoo, after resigning her ambassador position was made head of entertainment for the faction.. I am intrigued of what she will suggest! The Trelawney's were forced, by a suggestion from myself, to perform their Hakka, but they had their revenge as McCoy made me help demonstrate it...just because I wear a piece of Trelawney tartan....arse! With all our wiggling and gesticulating over it was down to another day of business, and making sure I could get an enchanted weapon for another one of the queen's bodyguards.. they keep me busy! And I had also found out, some nimble thief had been rummaging down the Ceridwyn's bodice the night before and managed to pilfer her small enchanted blade....I wonder how they got down there! With business done it was back to camp, and strangely an obelisk had appeared outside. This obelisk seemed to be the centre of a transport circle and undead ghouls kept appearing from it. I happened to chance upon Mephisto paralysed in a compromising position, whilst the Knights of the Raven, Cauldron and Boar happily beat the sh*te out of the ghouls, as their paralysing touch held no fear to them. Eventually Dougie and Rory got bored of the obelisk, and by some strange stroke of luck, just after they spoke the words...it disappeared. With all that fun over, it was time for me to return to Exile lands.... Another moot over with.
Talek of the exiles. Assassinated Scouts It appears at the second moot that there were odds against any member of the scout’s guild. Quite a number of scouts were killed, probationers and high ranking scouts. No one was left untouched. Even the guild’s tent was not about to become a sacturary as a member was killed after everyone in the gathering guilds tent was slept and a scout was given a nice smile from ear to ear! After much investigating and several death threats this reporter has found who is killing the scouts. It is the demonic side of …..CANnnnn….ahhhhhhhh!……….. In the memory of a good reporter New Games A new game was invented at the second moot by the celts of Caledonia. It’s called BAT-ROCK… or something like that! See below as Rory McTwatem has a go…..
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