Renewal Paccar Scout Camp 22nd -26th August
Catering Wagons/Self Catering Bar Toilets & Showers
Mixed Role-playing/Combat event
The Ritual Circle at this event will be Greater.
Arrival from 12 noon Thursday 22nd August or Friday 23rd August. Depart by 7pm Monday 26th August
RENEWAL OF MAGIC 1113
Umrada Cole Benoic MacCormac, High King of the Four nations and Clans of the Fir Cruthen People, has issued a call to arms to all the United Factions of the known world to remove the foul blight of the Drunes from the home land of the Clans of Manx.
The Weird Lord Slough Feg, self proclaimed Laird of Bronagh, has cast his festering and corrupt shadow over the once mighty Isle of Bronagh for far too long, The dead walk upon this blighted isle, the corrupted kin of the Fir Cruthen howl as feral beasts under the moon, and other, dark, twisted abominations prowl the land!
The Taint of the Drune Lords has transcended the boundaries of this isle, afflicting not only the Fir Cruthen lands, but further afield, across the known world, awakening dark and forgotten evils, and whilst their exact aims remain unknown, what can be certain is that their
wicked and depraved goals extend further than merely the demise of the Painted People.
Ships have been sighted leaving the Island, itself enshrouded in a forbidding and dense mist. The aim of these blighted galleys is uncertain, but it can only bode ill for the peoples of the world.
All are called to fight, our banners as one, to remove this ancient evil from this once great land, to stop this corruption from spreading any further, lest all become as Bronagh, and nowhere in the lands can folk rest easy.
The Wrathful fire of the Morrigan burns within the hearts of the Fir Cruthen, calling for scarlet carnage and the destruction of the ancient enemy. The stamina and swift action of the Lord of Hunters, the God Cernunnos, drives the Fir Cruthen towards their rightful prey. The ancient and uncanny wisdom of the Dagda, and the mercurial insights of Eris, grant knowledge to the Fir Cruthen, that the enemies plans and aims will fall apart. The light of the Sun-God Lugh Samildanach will burn away the dark that twists the lands of Danu.
The shining lights of battle, the noble and relentless people of Albion, are called upon to make common cause with their neighbours, the hated foe shall hurl themselves in vast numbers at the bulwark of heroes, and those heroes shall not falter.
The canny and ruthless peoples of the Jhereg are asked to lend their aid, with their strategies and implacable nature they shall show the Drunes that even they should fear the darkness at times.
The tactics and well honed military might of Teutonia will be called upon and doubtless not found to be found wanting, the land will echo to the steady and firm tread of their armies, the Drunes will hear them, and know their doom approaches.
The Wolves of Norsca are asked to be swift, bloody and resolute, crushing the enemy beneath them, as a mighty hammer of the Gods, shattering the skulls and the will to fight of all enemies of the United People.
The cunning and quick witted People of the Goddess will be called, their ferocity and strength of purpose striking forth like a hunters spear, straight to the twisted heart of this corruption.
The wanderers and nomadic folk of the Steppe Alliance will be called to surge forward, like the unstoppable raiders that legend show them to be, their variety a strength, their courage in no doubt.
Let the call go out to others, to mercenaries and sell-swords of any variety, for in the defence of a homeland, Kings are often found to be most generous with their purse strings.
Together we will rip this foul power asunder, and restore this isle to its place of honour. Stand alongside us, friends, cousins and brothers of battle; the deeds we do in these days will echo forever on the tongues of bards and those that fight in these times will find themselves truly immortal, and no one shall ever be able to question their courage or honour.
This time will make legends of us all. Do not miss your share of the glory; do not pass up on your rightful share of the honour.
Come to retake this blighted isle, and become immortal!
Paccar Scout Camp (Chalfont Heights Scount Camp), near Chalfont St. Peter,
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