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War! Huh, yeah, what is it good for?
War was great. The vikings just slaughtered the opponents, both as a barony against all outsiders and as a household against all outsiders. I lived through a couple of battles, got a kill in one battle, and got many compliments from the spears I was protecting that I provided good distraction and they were able to get quite a few kills.
My veteran told me that as a daughter, I would be required to fight every other battle. If I had been a son he would have expected me to fight every battle he did. Being the good thrall I aspire to be, I did indeed fight every battle he fought, and even stayed armoured for pick-ups after. I was one of the last ones off the field.
I am now suffering for my stubbornness and my desire not to give in to my failing muscles. They have well and truly failed me now. Even typing hurts.
The feast was okay. Mostly fairly modern foods, and nothing spectacular.
The good news of the weekend, is that the beagles seem to be getting along. The bad news of the weekend, is how we found out this fact. While we were at the feast, Anna figured out how to escape from her half of the kitchen. Rather than destroying alone, and mocking the still-trapped beagle, she decided to free Lizzy and double the fun of destruction. The house was AWFUL when we got home. But after a lot of cleaning, we all went to bed, both beagles in a single cage, and everyone slept quite peacefully through the night.
Speaking of sleep. My tired muscles could use a little more of that...
My veteran told me that as a daughter, I would be required to fight every other battle. If I had been a son he would have expected me to fight every battle he did. Being the good thrall I aspire to be, I did indeed fight every battle he fought, and even stayed armoured for pick-ups after. I was one of the last ones off the field.
I am now suffering for my stubbornness and my desire not to give in to my failing muscles. They have well and truly failed me now. Even typing hurts.
The feast was okay. Mostly fairly modern foods, and nothing spectacular.
The good news of the weekend, is that the beagles seem to be getting along. The bad news of the weekend, is how we found out this fact. While we were at the feast, Anna figured out how to escape from her half of the kitchen. Rather than destroying alone, and mocking the still-trapped beagle, she decided to free Lizzy and double the fun of destruction. The house was AWFUL when we got home. But after a lot of cleaning, we all went to bed, both beagles in a single cage, and everyone slept quite peacefully through the night.
Speaking of sleep. My tired muscles could use a little more of that...
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