FW: [MR] For lack of a Blacksmith........

[travisbrandel at home.com]

As I thought, a skraeling that knows not its own language. As our name means
"Sea Castle" in gaellic, so do we defend ourselves, and our own celtic
people, from the self admitted curs of the east.

The shortest wind can cause even the most corpulant gnat to be brought down.
If you are as sea worthy as you claim, then you realise when an ill wind
warns of impending disaster. Those who would dwell on the victory of a
single battle, long since past, end up joining them as history.







 -----Original Message-----
From: atlantia-admin at atlantia.sca.org
[mailto:atlantia-admin at atlantia.sca.org]On Behalf Of MR W
Sent: Tuesday, December 04, 2001 2:47 PM
To: travisbrandel at home.com; atlantia; barengaria; orlando suarez; PLES
BREAZEALE; walter wolf
Subject: Re: [MR] For lack of a Blacksmith........


  What, What, do mine ears hear a very short hot wind blowing down from the
James? Perhaps one bloated from "Bargening" upon peaceful unsuspecting
Mongols out for a little R&R. Beware, a people that must take their name
from a direction on the compass so that they will not forget from wenst they
came should know their place. That place being determined from the direction
a sheep is facing.

  We Eire are a peacful people, gentle flowers of knowledge and culture that
only seek to enlighten lands being held captive by the uncoth, and verticaly
challenged. Our pastures always grow the greener after being watered with
red Norse blood. Brian Boru knew this, and passed it onto generations of
Irish lads that spread throughout the world. The only Viking to ever beat
Boru had to wait till he was 70 and at prayer. Even then he did not survive
the encounter.

  If you wish to renegotiate for Brother Hrothgar, come and visit us in the
lands by the seas. Remember though, if ye wish to negotiate with the sea
dogs of Marinus, ye must first know how to bite first.

    ----- Original Message -----
    From: travisbrandel at home.com
    Sent: Tuesday, December 04, 2001 2:30 PM
    To: MR W; atlantia; barengaria; orlando suarez; PLES BREAZEALE; walter
wolf
    Subject: RE: [MR] For lack of a Blacksmith........

    Special bargaining indeed.


    Let me assure you, good Skraeling, that the negotiation tables in these
lands are masterfully held and used. As my former enemies, and now close
counsels the Mongols will attest to, we here in my lands drive very hard
negotiations. Coming here to find land may grant you as much as 6 feet by 4
feet by 6 feet may allow.


    To my good neighbors in the Windy lands to the south, I would caution
you against the tongue from the east. We have ever held brotherhood and
camaraderie, and never have we here been of a mind to take from you what is
yours to honorably shepherd. In fact, perhaps together we find common cause
against those who would squat as mere homesteaders upon land not rightfully
theirs? Should we , as friends, together entreat upon them in such a manner
as they would fain wish to bargain again?



    Magnus balli Thorvaldsson
    known as Balynar







     -----Original Message-----
    From: atlantia-admin at atlantia.sca.org
[mailto:atlantia-admin at atlantia.sca.org]On Behalf Of MR W
    Sent: Monday, December 03, 2001 3:58 PM
    To: atlantia; barengaria; orlando suarez; PLES BREAZEALE; walter wolf
    Subject: [MR] For lack of a Blacksmith........


      To all good gentles greatings

      The Irish once again have saved civilization, specifcally to the South
of Marinus. After my Brother Hrothgar let it be know that land transactions
could be acomplished through the gentle celtic art of "bargening", myself
and some other from the center and north of the kingdom came down for a
session of "mediation".

      The large group of gentles in shiney armor that came to discuss and
give special love to we coastal sailor types was led by my Brother Finn. A
mighty "bargener" he turned out to be. Brother Hrothgar was unable to attend
as his steed had througn a shoe, and he could not find a smithy to reshoe
the steed. Alas, for Hrothgar is a master of "gentle persuasion". We Irish
and our friends turned out to be the better bargeners that day. (After all
we had a Lawyer on our side.) As such, we of Marinus have some lovely
pasture land to the south of us to graze our cattle. (No sheep, there are
still Norsemen about.)

      Strangly, there were others there that could have helped with the
"land negotiations" on the side of the Windy Feline. They were off to the
side, apparently practicing their culinary skills. At least ten were taking
metal skewers and practicing sticking them into imagenary fowls in the air!
Then they turned on each other, placeing strainers for noodles upon their
faces, and attempted to skewer each other. There must shurley be a famine in
the Southlands if cannibalism is being pursued. Needless to say that if
these ten cooks had picked up helm and spear, the "negotiations." may have
been differant indeed.

      Now we here in Marinus are open to negotiations. If Hrothgar and Finn
were to travel north to open discusions on Marinuse's new pasture lands,
they are welcome. Also I hear there are lovely lands to the west of us along
the James River. Perhaps both Baronies could get together to acquire some
lovely waterfront property. There is a Norse Baron about there that we could
all give some "special bargening".

      "Live the ordinary life in a inordinary way."
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