A Shield for Olaf

During the battle on Sunday of the fayre I was saddened to hear Olaf of the Order of Fenris had fallen. Olaf was a fine paladin and a bold fighter, within the Braggihalla the Order sang in his honour, told of his deeds and drank in his name while I sat outside with my cup of strong cider and sketched a lone shield to pay respects in my own way.

Farewell Olaf, may the next to stand your place in the shield wall be as well thought of.

A Meditation for The Order of Fenris

As midday approached, I headed back to the wolf camp. The gate guards informed me all was well and the morning had been quiet, it was good to hear and a welcome contrast to the battle on Friday evening. We had lost some devoted souls during the battle. One group who had suffered losses was the Order of Fenris. My mind was still set in remembrance and respect from my work earlier in the day and I decided to sit and sketch their camp while I spared the fallen brothers time and thought (as I did for Jacob of the Bees)

Beyond the fence the rest of the Order were getting ready for their day, it was good to hear their calls and banter. It reminds me to sharpen my healing arts to help those who stand in the front line.

The Comings and Goings of the Order.

As the light began to fade on the second full day of the moot I set myself the task of a few minutes speed sketching the comings and goings of the Order of Fenris, this is a task I find difficult at the best of times but the Order seemed to be particularly hurried. It later came to light many of the order had been struck down by some type of bug or food poisoning. (A real shame to see these guys under the weather after all the effort they put in for our faction & the game, I hope they are all feeling better soon).

A Cart for the Order of Fenris.

I set out bright and early on the Sunday morning determined to sketch the new cart the Fenris Boys had made. Sure enough it stood proud outside their shrine with a backdrop of black tower shields to frame the view. I had hardly made a mark on the sketchbook when some of their order and an honoured guest of theirs from the Tarantula faction came over to chat. The cart was made by just one of their order and had been carefully designed to dismantle fold away when more room was needed. The Order are well known for their devotion, their willingness to fight and their enjoyment of a beer & song, perhaps they should also get recognition for their craftsmanship too.

A Lone Shield at The Order of Fenris

I arrived back at the Wolf Camp in the early afternoon, as I passed through the gate I could see the men of the Order of Fenris preparing themselves for a march. Their camp was obscured by the comings and goings of figures clad in long black armour and many shields lay against the wall of their tent. Following a series of shouts and orders, they grabbed their shields and lined up to march out of the faction gate. A few moments later and they were off down the hill towards the market square. The camp quietened and their tent stood in silence with only a single shield standing by the entrance.

The sun stood alone in a cloudless sky and I settled beneath the warm rays to draw the scene before the sound of marching boots and calls heralded the sound the Order returning home.