An Old Midlish Rhyme
The wind from the North sings of heroes of Olde
The wind from the East makes our blood run Cold
The wind from the South smells of Spices and Gold
But the wind from the West tells of warriors Bold.

Saturday, January 8, 2022

Call The Banners!

 Word has spread, the barbarians from the north are loose in the Midlands. All nobles and knights are to muster their fighting men, prepare their strongholds and send their pledged contingent to the Earl's muster.

Sir Peter Phlathead musters his veterans.
(1/2 my old Prince August and Ral Partha figures, 1/2 my brother-in-law's old Ral Partha's from the '80's. All being repaired and touched up where needed.)

There's likely to be a battle soon.

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