The Violet Mage's Birthday
of 1096 AF.
By Nobby McYokel.
How a place changes! It was just less than 6 months ago that members of the clan assisted at the site of a great rift, spewing out undead in Norsca. Although the thought of fighting for hours on end is an attraction, endless zombies and bonies do get boring. They're so easy to destroy.
The reason for our return. Master White is now in residence, not in the rift, which had been closed, but in a newly constructed tower on the site. Guest of honour, apart from Grand Master Floris Brand of course, was Joshua McTay the Violet mage who was celebrating his birthday. It was a fine tower, maybe not up to the splendour of Master Violets but it is a great deal younger. Anyway, there was a hearty atmosphere around the bar. Well, OK so we were enjoying ourselves, but I'm not so sure about the Wolves. Others in attendance with us were of course the Invincibles, although Willy Forbes was absent, obviously still with a hang over from our Tavern night the week before. Representatives of the House Creotha, who you know as our friends in the Tarantulas, were there, as were Conor Chuchulain, Master Yellow, Mistress Black and a host of other colour mages and faction leaders. Lord Wraith also put in a fine stand at the bar, unfortunately he also fell finely during the fighting outside.
So what else of the evening? The old saying 'Trouble at Mill' would hardly be sufficient to describe what would result from the lighting of 3 candles. The actions that followed have been well documented by now and I do not wish to go into details that some will find emotionally taxing. No McYokel was directly involved but some were dangerously close. As Master Violet was getting attacked I forced my shield in front of him, Yargon quickly joined me. The scene if you will, a brick wall in the stairwell leading up from the bar, Master Violet his hands still crackling from the Mage bolt he just fired, two McYokels with shields facing towards a lot of angry looking people. Amongst, these people and perhaps the most aggrieved by the loss of Alexander, was Mistress Black. Now behind her was my son Ash. It was a strange sight to see McYokels on both sides, but I suppose we would be on the side of the victor whatever happened! This was the start of a feud amongst the Colour mages, which has now resulted in the recent actions undertaken by Grand Master Floris Brand. This event caused the stressed atmosphere that was to last the rest of the celebrations. It did not however stop us from our usually medley of some of our favourite songs later on in the evening. I'm sure we made a few more friends that night, but I'm sure there are those wishing for an epidemic of sore throats to hit our camp.
What no fighting I here you cry! Well of course we got to bloody our swords, but this was only on beings brought back by foul magic's to taint our world. The hoard of undead was spotted advancing towards the tower, word reached us and we joined the growing throng of warriors preparing to meet the foe. As you would expect the majority of the McYokels there featured heavily in the fighting, apart from Denzil who preferred to stay in the bar, Yargon and myself often taking the front rank. But a new aspect of our fighting force has emerged. No longer do we need to shout 'HEALER' for our healers are there by our sides, OK just behind us then, ready with there healing magic. We need never worry now with the amount of healing available through our womenfolk, we shall always be able to hold that pint at the end of the day.
