The Knights of the Oblong Table have been getting all medieval with one another again. Ser Peter-de-Plonka has long coveted King Harry the Lionfart's lush farming land bordering his Kingdom. A rash land grab on his part has brought King Harry's retinue hotfooting up the Great Yorksire Road to teach him the error of his ways. Bishop Bonc, fearing for the thatched roof, of his church tries to bring calm to much troubled waters...
Predictably the good Bishop's prattlings fall upon deaf ears...
TRIUMPH!!!
Ser Peter-de-Plonka is cut down!!!
TRAGEDY!!!
King Harry the Lionfart joins him!!!
The battle rages on...
"By 'eck lads, one last push, an't victor'll be a bitch well taken!"*
Cried King Harry the Lionfart's Champion Knight!
*Loosely translated from't medieval Yorkshire, role a big six and it's game over (think Sharpey in a tin 'at and overcoat here) lads
So dear reader, as the chronicles have recorded for posterity, victory went to Harry's game lads. Sadly, Ser Peter-de-Plonka's riven corpse was absent from his massive piles of dead.
Happily, a wounded King Harry the Lionfart, was carried by faithful retainers into the church for medical ministrations.
We leave The Knights of the Oblong Table being led in prayer for the recovery of their beloved King by Bishop Bonc in person.