Pendragon Mail: 492 AD

GWANONA:

Esteemed Lady Knight,

You are welcomed into our number. The Order of the Hatchet is now your home. You will recognize other members by the hatchet incorporated into their heraldry, or by the phrase, “Dagnabbit, I wish I had a hatchet right now.” Your rank is Amaranth. In order to achieve the next rank, Campion, you must bring another girl warrior into the Order. Train her, test her, and when you believe in her, encourage her to contact us. Fight with honor, keep your secrets close, and if you have need of aid, call on your sisterhood before all others.

Your sister in arms,

Selene, Gentian, Order of the Hatchet

//

My Dear Daughter,

I hope this letter finds you well. It is my opinion that you should share your secret with the world as soon as possible. I know it would do my heart good to be able to communicate with you openly rather than using your sister as translator for your impossible ciphers. Thank you for the money. I have hired your mother a servant to do the dishes and the laundry for a year. This will really help! Speaking of sisters, I am sending you one. This little rogue, Esme, is trying your mother’s patience in the extreme. She will not work, she will not learn to read, she will not listen, and she claims to have fallen in love with one of the local smiths. She is nineteen years old. Do what you can with her.

Your loving parent,

Father

//

GWAIR

Young Knight,

It is with regret that we recognize your allegiance to the southern usurper. Without the mandate of the legates of Britain, he will never be other than a usurper to the Kings of Gorre, whatever sword he waves around to enchant our brethren in Malahaut. Perchance we will see you on the battlefield someday. Maybe that day will come sooner than you think. Say hello to King Lot if you see him. He may be your last hope to align yourself on the right side of the coming conflict.

Good luck,

Knights of the Order of the Golden Apple

//

My Son,

I am disappointed but not surprised that you have not embraced the privilege to join our great Northern alliance and the Order of the Golden Apple. I trust your intelligence that you can keep yourself safe. Thank you for returning the sword – it pains me to know that in future it might have torn heads from the shoulders of my friends and allies, your uncles of the North. I’m glad your attention, for now, is on the Saxons. Beware King Lot. I rejoice that you are ready to wed and provide me grandchildren. Your mother says to tell you not to have your head turned by a pretty face. You and I know that is more difficult in practice than in theory. I was not able to find any women of suitable rank here that were willing to go so far from home and oppose their fathers’ wishes. Please keep me informed of all you do – even if my liege is someday your liege’s enemy, I remain your father, and you my son.

With fondness,

Sir Aeron

//

TALORC:

Brave Knight,

It is with honor I salute you as a Knight of the Lions of Logres. You will find many friends among the knights of King Uther. Should you be in doubt of a fellow knight’s allegiance, you may test them in the following way: If you say “the means becomes the end” and they answer “the spirit takes precedence over the letter of the law” then they are indeed a Lion of Logres. If they answer otherwise, and you so desire, feel free to decapitate them. Your rank is currently initiate. In order to advance to a novice rank, you must acquire a lion skin and craft it (or have it crafted) into a cape with a hood, to wear to our rituals. Here’s the catch: the lion must be a male, must be over a year old, and cannot have been killed by you. Welcome to the order! May we support King Uther on the throne into eternity.

Your Comrade in Arms,

Paeter, Captain of the Lions of Logres

//

My Son,

I am so proud that you have become a knight! We miss you every year at Winter Solstice. I remember, since you were a wee lad, how you used to chant the ritual. Do you remember? If you are married, your mother wishes to know that you will teach our pagan rituals to your children, especially the winter solstice chant. Now don’t go marrying a Christian girl and forgetting your druid ways!

By the flame that burneth bright, O' Horned One!
We call they name into the night, O' Ancient One!
Thee we invoke, by the moon-led sea,
By the standing stone and the twisted tree.
Thee we invoke where gather thine own,
By the nameless shrine forgotten and lone.
Come where the round of the dance is trod,
Horn and hoof of the goatfoot God!
In fiery flame by starlight pale,
In shadowy host that rides the gale,
To the heart-beats drum! Come to us who gather below! We hear thy hoofs on the wind of night!
As black tree-branches shake and sigh,
By joy and terror we know thee nigh.
We speak the spell thy power unlocks,
At Solstice, Sabbat and equinox.

We hear very little news of the wars down South. I hope you will keep yourself strong and safe, and mace anyone in the head who appears to have other plans. ---Your loving Dad

//

FLANN:

Brother Knight,

Ye are a sassfaced young weed, aren’t ye? Well, ye’re lucky I appreciate humor in the young. I don’t question your loyalties any longer. I know now if I need to call on ye to betray your King and join forces with the Kings of Ireland ye won’t hesitate! Now ye are a Knight of the Red Branch of Ulster, ye must engage in one of our finest traditions: songmaking. Your current rank, as a new Knight among us, is Potato. To advance to the next rank, Slice of Soda Bread, you must compose a battle hymn for the Knights. This hymn must be of at least four verses and a chorus, must inspire warriors to fight our enemies. Further, you must teach this song to somebody else.

Welcome to the order, Flann! May you wander with dignity and honor and always carry a full saddlebag.

Hotly,

Sir Hort

//

My Son,

Your temper gets away with you! I had to listen to quite the whacking lecture from Sir Hort about your sassy retort to his questions. Please control yourself! I’ve sent along with this message a shillelagh – it belonged to your great grandfather who used it to hike all over Ireland. Now that you’ve surpassed your dad and become a knight, I can’t teach you anything about sword fighting and the like, but I can recommend you learn the fine art of Irish Stick Fighting. Look it up on the Merlinternet and see if you find an interest. Your sister is still lost, but the bears are healthy. Mother plans to make more sisters.

Warmly,

DAD

Pendragon Assignments 490 AD

Hello Sir Knights!

It's time to write a letter home, to let your families know what's going on with your careers. You can choose to ask for advice, assistance, company, wives, items, or information. You can choose to send money, information, instructions, news, or items along with your letter.

In addition to the mail you are sending, you have also received a piece of mail.

GWANON:

The envelope is addressed to Sir Gwanon, but inside the letter reads thus:

Respected Lady Knight,

We have received your request to pledge your service with the Order of the Hatchet. We pledge in turn to keep our correspondence discreet, even if you should not decide to join our ranks. In order to know more about you, we ask that you choose one of the Nine Female Worthies that you respect the most, and tell us why. You may find out more about them on the Merlinternet.

1. Lucretia
   Wife of Brutus, her suicide prompted the overthrow of the Roman monarchy in 510 BC.
2. Veturia
   Mother of Coriolanus, she persuaded her son to stop fighting on the side of the Volscians, Rome's enemies.
3. Verginia
   A beautiful plebian Roman girl whose father killed her to prevent one of the Decemviri (corrupt leaders of the government) from enslaving her. Her death prompted the overthrow of the government and the reestablishment of the Roman Republic.
4. Esther
   Queen from the Book of Esther, saved the Jewish people in exile from a plot to destroy them.
5. Judith
   Jewish heroine who killed the Assyrian general Holophernes after getting him to trust her.
6. Yael
   Heroine mentioned in Judges 4:17-22 as having killed Sisera, the chief of the Canaanites, after he took refuge in her tent.
7. St Helena
   Mother of Constantine the Great, according to legend found the True Cross in Jerusalem.
8. St Briget of Sweden
   Had visions of Christ, wrote the prayers "The Fifteen Oes" which were included in the Book of Hours.
9. St Elisabeth of Hungary
   Followed the beliefs of St. Francis of Assisi, built a hospital, once turned bread into roses to hide the fact that she was feeding the poor in secret.

When you have chosen the worthy you feel most deserves your respect, please respond, and we will be, discreetly, in touch.

Your future allies,

The Order of the Hatchet

GWAIR:

Sir Knight, Gwair Son of Aeron of Gorre, Respected Countryman,

Word of your deeds has reached far into the northern reaches of Briton, and of course your father has made known your progress in chivalry and battle. As such a valorous knight would be welcome in our ranks, you are invited to join the ORDER OF THE GOLDEN APPLE. The Order of the Golden Apple was formed by the King of Malahaut to honor members of his own or neighboring

lands who distinguished themselves. Members believe that they have an obligation to live chivalrously and to support each other against strangers and Saxons. Members must come from one of the Cumbrian or Northern kingdoms (Malahaut, Norgales, Nohaut, Lothian, Gorre, Strangore); or come from one of the northern Saxon lands (Sorestan, Deira). Members must never fight against each other for conquest or for love, including on opposing sides of a tournament. Members must support and succor each other beyond normal expectations.

As your father (a member of the order, did you know?) has vouched for you publicly, you have only to complete the following requirements to join our order of knights, should you so desire.

1. Submit a statement of loyalty to the northern kings, and swear always to defend the free north.

2. Define what you see to be the most dangerous threat from the kings in the south.

3. Provide an account of your most recent battle against the Saxons.

Looking forward to meeting you.

In trust,

Sir Hendrian, Knight to King Barant of Malahaut

TALORC:

Sir Talorc,

It is with Great Pride that I welcome you to the service of King Uther. You should know that some of the most valorous knights in service of the king, whatever their local liege, have banded together to create an order of brotherhood called The Lions of Logres. Our rules are simple: We never tell each other's secrets, wink at each other's women, or cut each other's throats. This does not include jousting, but decapitation in a jousting tournament against a fellow Lion will be held as highly suspect. We support and defend each other against all enemies, Saxon or otherwise, and unite in strength and honor in defending and promoting the interests of King Uther. If you wish to join our order, you must provide the following:

1. An account of your most recent battle against the Saxons, for our archives.

2. Tell what you like best about King Uther: His awesomeness or his superness?

3. Tell what you like least about the Saxons: Their dumbness or their meanness?

If there are any other knights in your knowledge that deserve to be part of the Lions of Logres, our doors are always open to the recommendations of a brother knight. Please respond quickly, as we are about to go to war in Cornwall, and the mail may be interrupted.

Roaringly,

Sir Brastius

FLANN:

Sir Flann, you red devil,

Well it's been a few years since you murdered my dog. I have forgiven you, for what it is worth. I've heard from your father, who is still a fine squire, and very noble, thank you for asking, you've become a knight, in the service of King Uther. I am writing to invite you to apply, if you wish, to be a member of the Red Branch Knights. This is a fine old order of Irish fighters, dating back to the time our kinsmen fought in chariots. Lest you be tempted by some of these British knights and their brand new orders, still wet from their mother's wombs, know that the Red Branch of Ulster predates them by a thousand years, and when our shillelaghs are flying, the British are dying! Sorry, sorry, I got carried away. Of course we are all united under our common enemy, the Saxons. Or was it the Picts? Or the Romans. Can't remember. Anyway, join the Red Branch of Ulster straightaway, and come back to visit Ireland as soon as you can.

In order to join, you must answer the following questions:

1. What is a shillelagh?

2. Who is Cuculainn (besides the finest Red Branch commander in the history of Ireland)?

3. Where does your loyalty lie?

Send me the answers quick, and I'll send you back some news from your homeland. The Irish must fight together! Stay true to your roots.

Hotly,

Sir Hort

//

ASSIGNMENTS FOR ALL:

1. Write to your father.

2. Respond to the invitation to knightly orders. Sarah and Benny can do research on their orders if they want -- they are real. Stephen and Jacob's are invented to go with our game, but if they really want to do research, they can research chivalric orders in general: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chivalric_orders

3. Let me know how the reading is going and where you are in the book.

Jacob specifically: Figure out how to run a battle.

Benny specifically: Do your Mabinogion work.

Pendragon Assignments 488 AD

Player 1:

You receive a sealed letter from your father. The handwriting is pretty miserable but it's clear that he wrote it himself. You take it to Gwair, and he reads it to you.

My dear daughter,

It pained me greatly to find that you had left home, but I understand why you did. Your mother told me about your aspirations as a seamstress in the south. I can only hope that you are cutting up lots of fabric, if you know what I mean. I am proud that you have decided to wield the scissors, and hope that you have created many fine garments. I have included a gift for you. I received it from a water nymph with whom I made acquaintance while boating on the Tyne. I give it to you, the better for you to pursue your art. I had the castle wizard enchant it for me so that no one would open it before it reached you. The lock on the case is magical, and can be opened by speaking the answer to this riddle:

What comes through the door without pinching itself?
What lands on the stove without burning itself?

What falls on the table without spilling a thing?

We are hard set about by Saxons here in Northumbria, my daughter. Any news of your safety would be welcome.

Yours,

Father

Your assignment is to try to open the case, and also to write back to your father. Your letter should have at least 10 complete sentences. You can email it to me, and also print it out or write it out for our next class meeting. If you send me your answer to the riddle, I'll tell you whether the case opens and what's inside.

Response:

My dear father,

I am safe and sound. Thank you for your support and understanding in my undertaking. I am an apprentice to a seamstress now. I have made many lovely garments. One was especially large. All the bare threads can be gruesome, but I am learning not to mind. A few months ago a prominent customer came to where I live. He sent me and my comrades to sew for him on a ship. Our vessel is headed towards Northumbria. I hope that soon my sewing skills can be of service to you. I do hope this letter finds you in good health. Please convey my love and good wishes to my mother and sisters.

Your,

Daughter

Player 2:

You receive a letter from your father, sealed with his seal and printed on his private stock of paper that he keeps in his writing desk. You crack the seal and read the letter:

My dear son,

Your mother and I send our regards. I have much news from your home here in the kingdom of Gorre. I do hope you remember where your home is. I have heard the news that Uther Pendragon has died. I must tell you this filled our liege lord with great hope for a glorious invasion of Logres. If it is possible for you to ingratiate yourself with these people and become a landed knight in Logres, it will be very useful to your true king when the invasion takes place. Knowing we have a friend on the inside will be very helpful when the time comes for the kings of the North to unite and conquer all of Britain. then we will show those Saxons who's boss.

Two of your brothers have wandered off to Ireland to become poets. Your oldest brother spends most of his time with his head in a flagon of ale. That "firstborn" birthright might be closer than you think. I hope this finds you well and strong, and that you will find a use for this helmet. It was to be your brother's, but he only seems to want to drink out of it.

Love,

Sir Aeron

The messenger is also carrying an iron helm that will add +3 to your armor when you are wearing it. It is very heavy but it fits great!

ASSIGNMENT: Write a letter back to your father. It must be at least ten complete sentences, but you may write more if you like. Email it back to me and print it out (or write it out) for our meeting on Friday

Response:

Father-

Thank you for the helmet. It's arrival was just in time- I will go off to fight the Saxons in spring. The King is not dead. I know you mean well, but an invasion from the north would cripple us. As I said, I am going off to fight the Saxons. I am loyal to you, but I also must be loyal to my Lord Cadmon and Uther Pendragon. Please, do not attack. Besides, I'm not a knight, only a squire.

I hope things are going well at home. For your comfort, I do remember where I live.

Send my regards to my eldest brother. Also, tell him I've got his helmet.

Sincerely,

Gwair

Player 3:

You receive a letter from your father. The envelope is very weathered and stained, but inside is a clean sheet of paper, carefully written. Obviously he has paid a scribe dearly to have this done. You take it to one of the castle scholars, who is in charge of teaching Lord Caedmon's children to read and write. He lets you know what it says:

Valiant Talorc,

It has been years since we last saw you. Your absence is aging your mother. She can barely lift a bucket. Please send news. Stay fast and low. The armies of the north stand strong and free. Are you a knight yet? Don't be foolish. Uncle Ort fell off a cliff and died. Here is his mace. Fondly, Da

The messenger is also carrying a solid oak mace with a broad, fierce ball studded in nails. It has been carried by Picts in your family for centuries. When you use this mace, you will add +3 to any damage roll. What a great present!

ASSIGNMENT: Write a letter back to your father. It must be at least ten complete sentences, but you may write more if you like. Email it back to me and print it out (or write it out) for our meeting on Friday.

Response:

Dear Father,
I'm not a knight, but a knight has taken me on as a squire.I wish I could come home, but I am going to raid the Saxons by sea. When you get this, I will probably be on a ship, but here is 7 Denari to help keep our house running. Please tell me how my brothers are doing, and I want to thank you for the mace. It is in good solid condition, and I am constantly thinking of you. When I finish the raid, I will try to get back to the house. I want for all of you to know that I want to come home. When I do come home, please have all my brothers waiting. I want to talk to them and all my friends. I love you all.

Talorc

Player 4:

You receive a letter from your father in Ireland. You open it up and get your friend Gwair to help you read it.

My bright son,

I am writing to you because our king is returning to our green homeland and quitting these shores of Britain. Of course I will follow Sir Hort back across the water. He has been faithful to me and to our family, in spite of the fact that we have not always been faithful to him. Yes, I know about the dog. It has been paid for, child, but I will not be telling your poor mother about the way you repay the kindness of our Lord. Trouble is brewing in Britain, and especially in Logres, my son. I pray to the goddess for your safety. Maintain the strength of your beliefs in the old ways, and don't be turned by the new Roman religion. Please write home with some news of your health and adventures so that I can reassure your poor mother and all her sisters, who ask about your constantly.

You forgot this, maybe in the haste of your departure. I thought you'd like it with you.

Best of luck to you,

Dad

Wrapped in a cloth you find your favorite griddle. It's special to you because you've ground one side of it into a sharp blade, which you used for chopping vegetables and also chopping up enemies. This weapon / kitchen utensil can be used as an axe, and will give you a +3 bonus to any damage roll.

Response:

Dear Dad

I met up in an inn first with Gwair, from Gorre, then Guenon from Northumberland, and Talorc from the Out Isles. The strangest part was that we were all heading to maiden castle because of the news we heard. As you know, I fought the dog, Gwair was the son of a night, going to make his fortune, with an unexpected visit from his older brother, trying to kill him. Talorc fought a deer, then falling unconsious, shortly falling off a cliff. We found a horse trotting down the road with no rider. We put Talorc on the horse, because he was wounded, and we set off to find it's rider. We then found the squire of the knight who rides the horse, a warhorse charger. Gwair went off not trusting the squire. We worked together to find the knight, in which we succeeded. We accepted his offering of the horse, and set off for maiden castle. After a cold hard winter full of traveling, spring sprung it's way into the path in which we were traveling. We met this old beggar who went by the name of Merlin, and he gave us a mission. He gave me a book called the Mabinogion and told me to illustrate the first story. We took him to the fort Bath to drop him off and then we descended into the woods. Not too soon after we entered the deep dark wood, we ran into a bear! It struck me and part of my arm hung off, so I ran away as quickly as I could. The rest came and tried to do first aid on me, and I later healed at an abbe where I attempted to read my first story, the lady of the fountain. Alas, I see a lot of black marks on the parchment in front of me. What do they mean? I went to see Gwair, who was the only person I knew who could read. I found him chatting with Guenon. I then found out that he was a she! I do not have the time to tell my whole adventure. I will continue another day.

Pendragon Assignments 485 AD

Player 1:

You are Gwanona of Northumberland. You are a Cymric (Welsh) person and a Christian. You are 15 years old, the fourth daughter of a squire. Your character can neither read nor write, but she has an amazing ability to memorize things she has heard, word for word, and has perfect recall. Your father works for a knight attached to Wandesborow, which is at the eastern end of Hadrian's wall, the boundary that separated the Roman territory from the free lands to the north. Wandesborow is on the coast of the North Sea. You can see just where you live if you go to http://maps.google.com and search for "Newcastle Upon Tyne". There is a major city there now, but maybe the castle was located here, where Bamurgh Castle now stands: http://www.bamburghcastle.com/history.php Your mother's job is to help her husband's knight's wife, to take care of their household, and do her dirty work. You help her with this.

Your mother loves your older sisters, but she knows that they will be fine marrying men who hope to be squires, but will probably be farmers or woodsmen. She knows you are different, and she knows the bravery of your spirit cannot be contained in Northumberland, and your desire for adventure and new experiences cannot be served by a quiet marriage and a lowly life. However, she knows there are not many choices for women outside of marriage, and that there are very few female knights in the service of any king. One morning after she has served at the knight's table for breakfast, she pulls you into the kitchen to tell you that she has overheard exciting rumors at the knight's table. Britons in the south are joining together to fight the Saxons and drive them back to the continent for good. The knights of your homeland of Northumbria had been fighting off Saxon attacks from the North Sea for decades. Yet, you and your mother both know that there is no future for you as a knight here, where you are already known as a squire's daughter. Your mother gives you her permission, if you wish to leave home, to travel south to seek your fortune. She tells you she will help you to pack as many supplies and as much money as she can help you pull together, for the trip. Will you leave the safety of your home and travel south to seek your fortunes in Logres?

YOUR WRITING ASSIGNMENT:

Choose one of these:

1. Your nationality is Cymric, which means Welsh or Celtic. Research a little bit about your people and tell me ten things about your Welsh heritage. Try starting here: http://www.britainexpress.com/wales/history/iron-age.htm

2. Your character needs to decide whether she should pretend to be a man, and keep her gender secret, or try to make her way as a female in this male-dominated world. What does she choose and why?

PS Here's another page that might be interesting: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sub-Roman_Britain

Player 2:

You are Gwair of Gorre. Your culture is Cymric (Welsh) and your religion is Pagan. Your father is a knight, and his name is Sir Aeron. You have five brothers, all older than you are. Three of them have already become knights and You are 15 years old and you live in Gaihom. You were born in the year AD 470. Your passions are Loyalty to your liege, Love of family, Archery, and Power.

You receive a letter from your Uncle, your father's older brother, who lives in the land of Logres, to the south. When the letter arrives in your father's manor house, it creates quite a stir, since letters are very rare, and you, being the youngest son, have never received one before. Pretend this is written in Latin. He writes:

Greetings, Gwair, to you, your noble father, your wise mother and your brothers. Good health to you now and forever.

I am writing to let you know about an opportunity for you here in Logres. I am offering you this information instead of giving it to your older siblings because you have always been my favorite. And anyway, they are all idiots. A baron knight here in Logres has a mad, brave plan to restore Maiden Castle to its former glory as a fortress. This was that place, Gwair, a thousand years ago, where our proud Cymric people built one of our finest forts. This is the place, five hundred years ago, that we lost the battle with the Romans, where Vespasian knocked down our defenses. This is the place, my favored nephew, where we may make our stand against the filthy Saxons, now the Romans have gone. I know you're only fifteen years old, but I think you could find honor and adventure in a career as a squire with Sir Cadfael of Aron. Bring with you a letter of recommendation from your father, as well as all the money and supplies he can spare you for your journey. I hope to call on you soon at Maiden Castle, reborn. Your loving uncle, Ifan of Amesbury.

YOUR CLASS ASSIGNMENT:

Choose one of the following writing assignments. You are the only one of the four players whose character would be able to write, so you will be writing "in character," that is, pretending to "be" Gwair:

1. Write a letter to your father asking for money, supplies, and permission to take the trip.

2. Write a letter to your uncle (keeping in mind you may have to take it to him yourself.)

Please respond to this email letting me know if you plan to make the trip to Maiden Castle or take your chances as a sixth son in Gaihom. If you want to google/wikipedia "Maiden Castle" or "Amesbury" or "Welsh people" or "Welsh language"

Player 3:

You are Talorc, a Pictish pagan of the Out Isles. You live in the northwest part of what is now Scotland. Go to http://maps.google.com and look up Isle of Skye and you'll see where you were born. You are the second son of a squire. You are fifteen years old, and you cannot read or write. You have been trained as a mason and have worked cutting stones for farm buildings and the mountain fortresses around the lochs and cliffs of your land. Your homeland was never conquered by the Romans, so you hesitate to travel south of Hadrian's wall, where the Saxons and Britons are fighting it out. However, your dream is to be a knight, and you know that as the son of a squire, you are not going to get very far.

While you are working on repairing a hearth in a meeting house in a local village, you overhear a conversation between a local man who traveled south to Logres and became a knight, and his father who he was visiting. The knight's name is Sir Morleo.

Father: Son, I'm glad you're home for good.

Sir Morleo: Don't be foolish. I'm going back to Logres as soon as I can visit my sisters and sell my estate here on the Island.

Father: Why would you go back? Can't you make a life for yourself among your own people?

Sir Morleo: There is a rich knight in Logres named Cadfael. He has a plan to build a fortress on the site of the old hill fort, Maiden Castle. He is in need of many knights to create an army to defend this fortress against the Saxons, and keep them from entering the lands to the West.

Father: Forget it. It's not our war. We are Picts. Let the Saxons overrun those wretched Welsh fools. We defended against the Romans, we can defend against anyone, but here, in the North.

Sir Morleo: The Britons have asked us again and again to help them keep the Saxons on the continent. We must respond.

After thinking about this news, you wonder if you shouldn't try and make your way down to Logres yourself and investigate this army that intends to fight the Saxons. Perhaps with all these knights, many squires would be needed, and you could lend your aid, perhaps someday become a knight yourself. Will you travel south, to Logres, to check it out?

YOUR CLASS ASSIGNMENT:

Choose one of the following writing assignments. Since your character can't write, you will be writing this as Stephen.

1. Find out a little about your character's origins. The Picts were called "The Painted People" -- why? Who are the Picts? Where are they from? Start here: http://www.orkneyjar.com/history/picts/ Tell me ten things about the Picts that I should know.

2. If you decide to go to Logres, your character will have a long journey ahead of him. What supplies will he need? Where will he get them?

Please respond to this email letting me know if you plan to make the trip to Maiden Castle or take your chances as a stonemason in the Out Isles.