Harken ye unto me, folk of the Shire. For I will sing ye a tale of Faire in the land of Oregon. Here benestled among rolling hills and verdant valleys did stand motley pavilions that did greet our sore eyes as we did approach the goodly site.
For Renaissance Faire hath returned to us for our sport and our pleasure and we, again, might bask in the aura of a time long past. and yet doth breathe still.
Gladden be our eyes and our ears from the sights and the sounds that greeted us upon our arrival for the world hath yet began a new and we the players doth stride forth to eagerly grasp within our hands our sport as be seemly unto us.
For lo, feast thine eyes upon such portraits as ye would glimpse the fleeting glamour that was Shrewsbury.
And from afar did a bold Norman make his way unto us and, in the traditions of his people, set forth to conquer as was his want. For all the world doth stand in awe of the mighty Norman migrations yea unto the lands of the Rus, Southern Italy, the Holy Land, and mighty Byzantium,itself, bringing with them fire and sword and conquest. But fear ye not for there be means by which these fearsome warriors can be tamed. And so be it here.






Good Sir Mikel,
Lord Clisto, Duke of...Hail onto thee in the New of Year!!! May it be better for all then past that faultered. I wish nothing but good of it. I pray you and Sir Dennis are well and in good spirits. Praytel of your travels of late. For all hath been quiet coming from your shire. be well, my friend
Invictus Maneo
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