[Bordermarch] The Shakey Knee Mistake

[justinw at dreammakersetx.com]

Your Excellancy,
    You see, I have this friend that told me the story and I merely
relayed it to the populace. As you know I fight with a rapier. I have
yet to find a suit of armor that fits me for heavy fighting.I hope this
clears up any misunderstanding. The only ones that know the true
identity are the ones that were in attendance that day.

Chrestien Brule

> -------- Original Message --------
> Subject: Re: [Bordermarch] The Shakey Knee Mistake
> From: "Lathrop, Dave" <David.Lathrop at valero.com>
> Date: Thu, October 01, 2009 6:29 am
> To: Barony Bordermarch <bordermarch at lists.ansteorra.org>
> Another entertaining tale about someone's first kill at BAM; unfortunately, now that this person has exposed himself to the know world as the one who took out His Grace Patrick Michael, this person may have just risen to the top of the food chain!
> The top is a good place to be if you can stay there, but there are a lot of hungry fighters out there who would love to be able to say they took out the one who bragged about taking out the King.
> Captain Brule, since you were wise to not mention your name in your letter, I think you'll be safe for now, no will ever suspect a thing!
> HE Santiago 
> -----Original Message-----
> From: bordermarch-bounces+dave.lathrop=valero.com at lists.ansteorra.org [mailto:bordermarch-bounces+dave.lathrop=valero.com at lists.ansteorra.org] On Behalf Of justinw at dreammakersetx.com
> Sent: Wednesday, September 30, 2009 10:12 AM
> To: Barony Bordermarch
> Subject: [Bordermarch] The Shakey Knee Mistake
> Good day M'Lords and M'Ladies.Gather round and have a seat. I would like
> to tell you a story. It is a true story of past events. Some of the
> facts may have been changed but the players are the same. I will not
> tell the true identity of the boy in the story for fear that he would be
> harassed to no end.
> First let me explain that when Bordermarch holds a melee, there is an
> award that goes to all new fighters in attendance that get a battlefield
> kill. It is a nice little scroll with the fighters name on it. It's not
> a major award or anything, just a little scroll for newer fighters to
> brag about. After all my years I still have mine in my lock box.
> It all started back in A.S. XXV. A young man of about 18 wanted to bring
> honor unto himself through combat. He attended a local fighter practice
> and met many of men and women that live by the sword. His Excellency Sir
> Henri explained the basics of sword and shield and sent him on his way.
> Before he could try his hand at combat he needed armor. He was
> introduced to a knight that agreed to loan out his beautiful armor. It
> was highly shined around the knees and elbows. The leather was as dark
> red as blood leaving the body. It was important for Sir Simon to look
> his best before he bested his opponent. He was a kind man that enjoyed
> teaching as well as fighting. The armor was a bit small but it fit well
> enough. This lad was determined to fight.
> The young man armored up and was given a sword and shield. He was overly
> eager to fight. This eagerness would soon take flight for his first
> opponent was a man that is now a knight known as Sir Badon. With Sir
> Simon Sir Badon and HE Henri teaching the boy what could go wrong? Well,
> after a brief time of instruction it was obvious that the boy was not
> listening. As the day wore on he still didn't follow the directions
> given to him by these fine knights. So with that all the fighters in
> attendance aware that the boy wasn't listening, they proceeded to use
> him as a training dummy. By the end of his first day, he had bruises all
> over his body, and a rather large smile on his face.
> This method of "training" continued for a few weeks. The boy finally
> wised up a little and began to listen. He listened just enough to block
> a few hits and swing a sword. However, the bruises became a weekly
> occurrence. After a few months had past, he got fairly decent with the
> shield. But he couldn't hit anything with his sword.
> Between the practices, he began building his own armor with scrapes
> donated by other fighters. It was a valiant attempt by someone who had
> no experience building armor intended for use. The armor was finished
> just days before his first event. This was Bordermarch's Fall Melees.
> On the morning of the event, he armored up proudly in his new, self made
> armor. He proudly strolled to the field to be inspected. As he strutted
> to the field his armor began to fall apart. He was heart broken. To his
> rescue came Malachi Delacot. Malachi had his armor in his wagon and was
> not able to fight due to his baronial duties. So without a second
> thought, Malachi helped the boy armor up and get to inspection.
> The boy was inspected and then authorized to fight by the marshals. He
> was excited to fight in his first event.
> Even though he was not proficient in combat, he defended himself well.
> He fought in every scenario that was ran that day. He did good but had
> yet to get his first battlefield kill. He then happened upon 2 fighters
> fighting a knight that was on his knees. The knight on his knees was
> spectacular. The boy watched him fight against more than one opponent
> and was killing all on-comers. So he decide to enter the fray. As he
> approached the wounded knight acknowledged him. It was now three to one.
> The wounded knight was winning. He took out the fighter that was now in
> the middle and the fighter on the right took a shot. The wounded knight
> blocked the attack and that's when the young lad made his move. A solid
> hit to the helm of the wounded knight. The knight confirmed a good kill
> and the boy was consumed with excitement. He had gotten his first kill.
> He turned and and shout " Alright I got one!" The knight rose and
> stopped the boy. The boy was shocked. The knight challenged him to a
> fight, one on one. As the boy looked around he saw Sir Badon and gave a
> look of "For the love of the Gods help me!!" Badon motioned for him to
> accept the challenge, so against all that was sane, the boy accepted.
> The knight hit the boy about 6 times before the lad could yell "good."
> These 6 shots would cause the only bruises of the day. This was the last
> scenario of the day.
> After a long day of battle, all the fighters got cleaned up and returned
> to the courtyard for evening court. In attendance was the King and Queen
> of Ansteorra. Court took place and our young man was called up to
> receive his "Shakey Knees Award" for his first and only battlefield
> kill. After all court business was concluded the King himself stood up
> and took control of court. He called into court the young man that had
> killed him in battle. He began telling the story of a lad who on the
> field of battle made a good kill to a well protected area of his body.
> He then told of the boastful response that the same lad made after the
> kill. The King looked at the boy and said " I hope that if you learn
> nothing else this day, learn that you never revel in the death of
> another man." This King was none other than Sir Patrick Michael.
> When court was released the boy ate feast quickly and left. He was last
> seen drowning his sorrows at a tavern in Bordermarch. He was not much of
> a drinker. I would guess that he splashed as much as he drank. That was
> the last time he was seen. Makes you wonder if he learned from his
> mistakes and brought honor to his name.
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