ES - [Fwd: The Final Battle at Pennsic]
doug turnage
wolf77777 at juno.com
Mon Jun 8 16:47:01 PDT 1998
This saga makes my heart swell with pride and is living proof that
honour, courage and heart are alive.
Centurion Airaklee Wolf
On Wed, 19 Aug 1998 17:32:52 -0500 Wes Duke <wduke at flash.net> writes:
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>Had to pass this on it is great.
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>I got this from the East Kingdom list. It make me almost wish I'd
>stayed
>Saturday. We need more tales like this to inspire those of us to go to
>
>Gulf Wars, Estrella, and Pennsic.
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>Glory is not dead!
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>Yers,
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>Gunthar
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>From: Arden1066 <arden1066 at aol.com>
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>Date: Tuesday, August 18, 1998 1:37 PM
>Subject: Final battle of Pennsic XXVII
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>
>>
>>The mercenary household of the Mountain Confederation had been
>fighting for the
>>Kingdom of Ansteorra all war, and doing a damned good job of it, too.
> On the
>>final Saturday of the war, Barn, the King of Ansteorra, came to the
>Mountain
>>Confederation as we assembled for the first battle, and spoke. He
>>congratulated us on our fighting, on our ability to work with his
>army, and
>>gave our fighting unit the Sable Falcon, the highest fighting award
>in the
>>Kingdom of Ansteorra. He shook each of us by the hand, and
>personally thanked
>>each one of us for our efforts on his kingdom's behalf. We cheered
>him, and
>>his kingdom, and we adorned our standard with Ansteorra's Falcon.
>>
>>Barn regretted that he could not remain at Pennsic to lead his forces
>into
>>battle. In fact, nearly the entire Ansteorran army was in their
>camp, packing
>>to begin their 2000 mile drive back to their kingdom. There were
>only a
>>handful of Ansteorrans who were going to take the field that final
>morning, and
>>Barn wondered if we would allow them to fight with us under our unit
>command.
>>We explained that we would be honored to have it so. Barn's final
>words to us
>>were "Take care of my boys..." We cheered him again, as he strode
>from the
>>field.
>>
>>The mountain pass battle began, and the combined forces of Ansteorra
>and the
>>Mountain Confederation fought hard, well and honorably.
>>
>>After the mountain pass, as we were resting for the coming field
>battle, we saw
>>there was a great gathering of Eastern forces in the resurrection
>area of the
>>battlefield. A few of our fighters joined the throng, and came back
>with the
>>news that the Eastern Army planned to withdraw from the field. At
>first we did
>>not believe that this could be true. But as we watched, the entire
>Eastern
>>Army formed a column behind the Eastern banners and marched from the
>field.
>>
>>Our Ansteorran comrades grew dismayed, and cried "We did not drive
>2000 miles
>>to quit a battle!" Our unit commander, Thorvaaldr, exclaimed: "I
>promised
>>your king I would take care of you, and taking care of you does NOT
>include
>>walking away from a fight. Don your armor!"
>>
>>And so we did. By my count, there were 24 warriors of the Mountain
>>Confederation, 7 warriors from Ansteorra, and 3 Atlantian warriors
>who arrayed
>>ourselves in our battle gear, and strode to the highest point of the
>>battlefield. Over our heads waved the blue and gold banner of the
>Mountain
>>>Confederation, adorned by the Ansteorran Sable Falcon. We paused
>atop the hill
>>and gazed at the might of the Midrealm army. It stretched from one
>side of the
>>field to the other.
>>
>>Then the 34 of us marched across the battle plain, to challenge the
>Midrealm
>>army.
>>
>>Thorvaaldr, as our unit commander, spoke for us. He cried: "We are
>the
>>combined forces of the Kingdom of Ansteorra and the Mountain
>Confederation. We
>>came here to fight a battle, and a battle we shall have. We will
>leave this
>>field only in Victory or in Death. Gentlemen, assemble your army!"
>>
>>And the cheers erupted. They began with the Midrealm fighters who
>had actually
>>heard the challenge, and spread along both flanks as word went out
>that a
>>handful of fighters had stayed on the field. The cheers became a
>roar as we
>>were engulfed by our "foes". Backs were pounded, hands shaken, we
>were lifted
>>and hugged and swung around by a hundred fighters each. When the
>accolade
>>ended, we 34 fighters marched back to our little hill, ready to be
>the last
>>"Forlorn Hope" of the blue taped army.
>>
>>But as we stood there, beneath our standard bearing the golden
>snarling
>>mountain lion and the blue hills we call home, a single warrior
>approached from
>>the other side. He came before us and cried: "You have shown great
>honor and
>>glory by your actions this day. Please allow me to fight at your
>side." And
>>we replied: "We would be honored to have you, and welcome. Bring
>this man blue
>>tape!" And lo, as this was being done, two more fighters approached,
>asking to
>>fight with us. And then four more fighters, and then a unit, and
>then another
>>unit asked to join us. And then, the Kingdom of Calontir approached
>us and
>>said: "Please allow us the honor of fighting at your side!" And to
>all who
>>approached, we cried: "Thank you, the honor is ours! Welcome! More
>blue tape!"
>>
>>A grizzled knight of Calontir walked through our ranks, shaking our
>hands. He
>>was an obvious veteran of many wars, but tears flowed freely from his
>eyes, as
>>he shook our hands and told us how proud he was to belong to a
>Society who
>>valued honor and chivalry so highly. "War points do not matter, this
>isn't
>>about war points," he said, "it is about honor and chivalry. You
>have truly
>>won this War."
>>
>>Once again, we turned to face the Midrealm from our little hill. But
>now,
>>beneath the banner of the Mountain Confederation, there stood an army
>that
>>reached halfway across the battlefield. On the other side, the army
>of the
>>Midrealm also covered only half the field. They had released their
>allies from
>>their Pennsic XXVII war alliances, and allowed the marshals to even
>the sides.
>>The Midrealm had had the final war point in their gauntlets, they
>could have
>>crushed our Forlorn Hope with a couple of small units. But they had
>chosen
>>instead the route of chivalry, honor, generosity and graciousness.
>>
>>The marshals finished briefing us, the assembled and newly assembled
>armies
>>awaited breathlessly. And with the roar of the cannon, the final
>official war
>>point battle of Pennsic XXVII began. It was glorious, it was
>honorable and
>>clean. It was some of the best fighting of the war. When it was
>over, the
>>blue taped side was victorious.
>>
>>Barn, the King of Ansteorra, was still on site to hear the news that
>his
>>kingdom had won the final war point of Pennsic XXVII. As Ansteorra
>was still
>>in alliance with the Eastern forces, Barn sent an envoy to HRM
>Timothy with the
>>gift of the final war point. HRM Timothy graciously accepted.
>>
>>The words I write are true. This saga is the story of a small band
>of warriors
>>who stood alone as a Forlorn Hope against an army, and won. "Honor,
>not
>>Honors" is the Mountain Confederation motto. Our colors are blue and
>gold.
>>Our colors do not run.
>>
>>This posting is not meant in any way to impugn the honor or question
>the
>>reasons of HRM Timothy or the Eastern Army. It was just too good a
>tale to not
>>be told.
>>
>>Arden MacIlhatton
>>Warrior of the Mountain Confederation
>>
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