The Return of the Raggers.

The sight of the encampment walls over topped with the peaks of tents & weapon seated within their racks told of the return of the Raggers to the fields of the Gathering. At such an early hour on the first morning the camp was quiet with only a hint of smoke from the fire pit and the ruffle of canvas in the wind.

I found myself  a spot close to the entrance and set about my first sketch of the event, it seems wherever the Raggers go they bring a little of the Norscan weather with them. A light shower sent me scurrying to the cover of the Shian tent close by to save the running of the ink.

The Home of a Ragger Warrior

As the morning aged and the sun rose higher amongst the passing clouds, I wandered back to my own camp in the Wolf Faction. Close to our own tent was the distinctive white and green form of one of the warriors of the Raggers. Its unusual form and pronounced ridge pole caught my eye and as I awaited for my companions to awaken I sat down to sketch. It seemed the Norscan weather was not too far away as I hurried to finish before another spring shower cast itself upon the landscape and my fresh ink work.

This would be my last sketch for the day as my duties needed attending.

The Raggers Camp

Early Sunday afternoon generally brought musters and the clatter of armour to the Wolf Faction camp, however for a short while the crowds seemed to subside. Sitting by the Shian tent I was graced with a clear view of the well organised Raggers camp down the hill. With only a few others sitting around and taking time to eat I decided to grab the opportunity and sketch the peaks of the tents above the fence.

Beside the Raggers Gate

Sketched with the raven beside me and the sounds of the pacing guardsman near by