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Written by Tancred
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Chroniclers Bit
Greetings and Salutations to the Known world. Especially those who have shown the utmost taste and discernment in choosing to attend Warbands V.
As many of you will know, it is Warbands fifth year. To celebrate this momentous achievement the Shire of Harplestane has condescended to allow me to scribble away for a little while. I have a nice padded room and they give me three square meals a day, (trenchers don't you love them). It keeps me happy and some of my fellow inmates are pretty interesting. Three Joan of Arcs (one of who is actually female), two Julius Caesars and a partridge in a pear tree. The rest of the shire will of course try and deny everything and blame me, but we all know that I am but a simple dupe for their political machinations.
For the few of you who remain as yet devoid of our companionship you will have many questions. Who are Harplestane? What is the Blether? and What is Warbands? You may have other questions but you should send them to Tancred Beerswiller in a separate envelope along with a suitable remuneration.
Harplestane, as a shire is packed full of friendly, multi-talented people. Musicians, tailors, dancers, calligraphers, illuminators, researchers and me. In fact more talent crammed into a small number of people than you can shake a stick at, oh sorry, that's me again. I can be immodest for them as I have just realised that AS actually stands for Arts and Sciences and not Association of Stick swinging idiots. I am not going to embarrass anyone else by telling you what I thought AoA was. So feel free to ask them lots of really hard questions. They love it especially when they know the answers.
Blether is a Scottish word for chat, or conversation. It can and usually does mean loquacious nonsense. Yes, I had to think about that too. Having looked up a dictionary without the aid of a friendly Laurel (Is there any other type?), it means chattering or babbling nonsense. You will obviously have got the drift by now. Every year the editorial staff try and outdo themselves in making fun of the great and the good. However in their dotage, they find themselves rubbing shoulders (sometimes in quiet a pleasing manner) more frequently with those and such as those. As a result, they have been showing an alarming tendency towards a more mellow and even handed approach. Now fun will be made of absolutely anyone, especially when they don't deserve it.
Warbands, is a pure dead brilliant event. You really, really, really have to be there, your Peerage depends on it !! If however, you are one of those people that require information before making a decision there should be sufficient stuff in the rest of the booklet to convince you of something. You will find details of all the main items for the event. There is an announcement by the Company of the Swan giving details of the Midnight Pas and Tancred Beerswiller our erstwhile agony Uncle is back with more sage like advice for those afflicted with moral dilemmas. If that was not enough there is a small ads section for those who have come unprepared.
So with this scene setting out of the way, its time to put my braies on over my hose, and cry, up, up and away. I hope you enjoy some of what follows and that you help to make Warbands into something you will tell your grandchildren about.
Michael de Brad
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