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Champion of the Faireland: Britomart, the Warrior

This year’s Fairelands Hunt – the Lost Land – sends you on a search for the Ten Champions chosen by the Bard Queen to mentor, protect and instruct her daughter, the Princess Flora. Each day the Faire is running, we will be introducing you to a different Champion. They all have stories to tell … and some of these may give you clues to help you find them!

Britomart, the Paladin
Britomart, the Warrior

Britomart, the Warrior

In the desolation that was the land after the fall of the Round Table, some knights held to the true way and devoted their lives to redressing wrongs, and protecting the weak and defenceless. First among their number was Britomart.

Little is known of her origins. Some say she was the daughter of Nimue (who some call the Lady of the Lake) and Merlin. Others said that Nimue seduced Bedivere, Gareth, Lancelot or even Arthur himself. Those who loved her less claimed she was the child of a farmer who had his way with the Lady of the Lake. Certain it is that Britomart would never speak of her origins or, indeed, her past.

All that is known is that after the last great battle, the Battle of Camlann, where both Arthur and Mordred were slain, a warrior on a white horse began to be seen, a knight of peerless chivalry and courage, and matchless skill in all feats of arms.

And this warrior was Britomart.

Britomart was the peerless warrior, the brave and beautiful knight whom no man could match in tourney, whether jousting or in the melee, where she unhorsed more knights than any, save Lancelot in the days of his glory.

She wore no crest or lady’s favour, and although her armour and her horse suggested wealth, she would sleep as peacefully in a cottage as a castle and spoke kindly to all. Her greatest weapon was her sword, which some jealous men claimed was enchanted. When she heard this, she offered to fight her accusers with their blades exchanged. Britomart always gained the victory.

When the Princess was born, the Bard Queen summoned Britomart and instructed her to teach Princess Flora all she knew of feats of arms and chivalry.

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For all those amazing people!

So, today I was really going to do a post with happy, cheerful stuff. I am still doing that! The thing is, after my first blog post on this site, I got stories, IM’s and emails. Of wonderful people in Second Life. New people and friends, sharing their experiences and thoughts not only about how cool the Fairelands are this time (again!) but also heartbreaking news about loved ones they lost and how much it means to them that the Faire is raising funds for the RFL.

Every sunrise is a new hope
Every sunrise is a new hope

So while I was having a good time at the ‘Jail and Bail’ tonight, enjoying the singing of Max Kleene while he was ‘captured’ by the Faireland Security and could be ‘bailed out’ by donations to the Kiosk next to his cage….I read the stories I received.

Fantasy Faire 2015 - Faireland Sherrif and Constable @ The Jail and Bail
Fairelands Security!

Stories about loss but also about hope. About celebrating life and lives that ended (too soon), messages about comfort, finding peace and also moment of emptiness and plain good old fashioned anger on what had happened to them and their families.

I’ve got permission to share some, like this quote from a notecard sent to me:

‘On the day the Faire opened, my first stop was the Fairelands Junction. I turned on my windlight for a full experience. The underwater world was so colorful and impressive. I felt like an Indiana Jones- adventurer  discovering a Jules Verne world. Slowly, I found my way to the surface, and was so excited what awaited me there. When I, so to speak, surfaced, I was kinda struck from the sight. I looked on an apparently never ending water surface area. The sun rays were shining through the clouds like after a heavy storm. The black gondolas peacefully swinging on the sparkling sea waves. And in the air, there were hundreds of seemingly dancing colourful lanterns. My eyes filled with tears, and my only thought  was: ‘The ferrymen who accompany our lost ones, have brought all their souls together, here at the Faire, and let them shine on us, this project and its success. And once the Faire is over, they will slowly but happily and dancing, disappear on their journey into their new world. ‘

And then there is my dear friend Beth, who lost her brother earlier this week to cancer and she blogged the sad news last night here on her blog.

‘His name was Andy and he was amazing’

Fantasy Faire 2015 - YoZakura

The donations are going so well, I see the updates…going towards the 3 million Linden Dollars so fast and it makes me so happy and proud.

Fantasy Faire 2015 - Ichi-go Ichi-e - I

Donate. For the ones who still need the cure, the ones who didn’t made it, the future ones. They are all amazing.
So are you.
Fantasy Faire 2015 - Poppetsborough - III

 

 

 

 

The Goblin King has arrived at Fantasy Faire!

The Goblin King is visiting fantasy Faire today!

The Goblin King
The Goblin King

If you find him in the Fairelands and say “I CLAIM THE GOBLIN KING AS MINE” then he will have to give you a gift of something to free himself from your claim on him.

Check his SLfeed for clues to his location through out the day

With many thanks to Loki Eliot!

Join Me On My Journey To Ithaca

This year, for me, the Faire will be different. This year, I am on a journey… an odyssey, if you like it. A long, perilous trip, filled with adventure, moments of desperation, monsters, pain and danger, and… and yes, merry encounters as well, moments of serenity, quiet talks with people I have known and loved for years, and people I have met recently, yet with whom a silent alliance has been forged in an eyeblink.

During the past years, Reader, I had been a frolicking presence at the Faire. Carrying some memories and worries, mind you, yet… essentially carefree. This time, I am one of those for whom the crowds have gathered. This year, I have cancer.

My Odyssey

This year, I am going to tell you about my travels in this new realm, carrying landmarks such as “IDC”, “HER Status”, “SERMs”, and so on… yet, despair not, o Reader. It is not going to be a grim tale; quite to the contrary. Please grace me with your precious company, and I shall do everything in order to make your time worthwhile.

Please join me on my long journey to Ithaca, the isle with the endless sunsets and perfumed evenings.

Champion of the Fairelands: Duban, the Doctor

This year’s Fairelands Hunt – the Lost Land – sends you on a search for the Ten Champions chosen by the Bard Queen to mentor, protect and instruct her daughter, the Princess Flora. Each day the Faire is running, we will be introducing you to a different Champion. They all have stories to tell … and some of these may give you clues to help you find them!

Duban, the Doctor
Duban, the Doctor

Duban, the Doctor

Duban was a Doctor, at a time when Doctors were believed by many to be sorcerers, especially if they were unusually successful and skillful. For this reason, legends grew up around the Doctor and his abilities — not unconnected with his use of snakes in healing.

Duban was born to a jiniri and a Doctor in an ancient stone town of tall towers on the edge of the desert. As a child he journeyed with his father on long excursions into the heart of the desert to treat the people who lived at a remote oasis. In the town, his mother taught him the ways of her people, including how the venom of snakes could be harvested and used to make cures for different diseases.

It was a study that fascinated Duban, and he began to study new cures, and how the venom could be mixed with herbs and plants to create antidotes, vaccines and potions that could bring restful sleep, healing dreams or — when all else had failed, as sometimes it must — a peaceful death.

Over the years his reputation spread beyond the desert, and his desire for new learning, as much as the commissions he received, drew him to new lands. Marshes delighted him in particular, and he discovered in marshlands a whole range of new plants that could be used as astringents and antiseptics.

He would treat all who needed his help, regardless of their income — something that many times put him out of favour with the wealthy who would have preferred to reserve his services just for themselves. But Duban quietly, calmly, and compassionately continued his work, treating his patients both physically and mentally.

So he remained till summoned by the Bard Queen to teach his medical skills to her daughter, the Princess Flora, and also to act as her physician. But the Bard Queen understood that Duban would not confine himself to palaces. All who needed him could call, and he would answer.

You can also read this page as part of an online book here.