Our small band of adventurers consisted of Me (your ever truthfull narrator aka morrddokk), Kitty, Thorac, Merrideth, Arabus with Laura & the little ones (Leah & Brendon) Samantha & Ursus. We found ourselves in a rather strange land surrounded by people we did not know. They were different from us, they had funny shaped heads, spoke in some strange language & displayed all manner of strange customs. We decided that rather than observe quietly & try to learn their ways we would lounge viciously & mock them. We did this while they fought an amazingly long tournament. All the while we waited for a melee which we felt must break out at any moment. Ursus quickly sketched the people around us. Still we waited. Our supplies dwindled & we resorted to eating a small horse. Still we waited ( I see no need to belabour the point, what I'm getting at is the tourney was ver, ver long.) Our bodies were confused as well as our minds. We were not fighting, nor were we nourishing ourselves with that lovely liquid mix of barley & wheat and this was all new to most of our systems which expect the occasional liquid reward just for functioning. Delierium began to set in. But ohh when the call to fight came we answered. Our three combatants took to the field like a smelly leather juggernaught. Arabus declared that we fought for Thor & Anglesey. Under a lightning filled sky we met the enemy & many blows were thrown. I will not go into all the details but suffice it to say we busted some heads but not quite enough to win the whole event. We met their king & he & the Queen are likeable and friendly people who we will probably see again. Later we all mounted up & headed out on our own adventures. Mine was & still is to seek out new beers & new civilizations which I can then exploit for my own personal gain. Ahhhhhh the Celtic life. Moe out