A Tale of Two Brothers

The Holy Bible: King James Version

The First Book of Moses, Called

Cain and Abel

1 And Adam knew Eve his wife; and she conceived, and bare Cain, 4 and said, I have gotten a man from the LORD.
2 And she again bare his brother Abel. And Abel was a keeper of sheep, but Cain was a tiller of the ground.
3 And in process of time it came to pass, that Cain brought of the fruit of the ground an offering unto the LORD.
4 And Abel, he also brought of the firstlings of his flock and of the fat thereof. And the LORD had respect unto Abel and to his offering: Heb. 11.4
5 but unto Cain and to his offering he had not respect. And Cain was very wroth, and his countenance fell.
6 And the LORD said unto Cain, Why art thou wroth? and why is thy countenance fallen?
7 If thou doest well, shalt thou not be accepted? and if thou doest not well, sin lieth at the door: and unto thee shall be his desire, and thou shalt rule over him.
8 And Cain talked with Abel his brother: and it came to pass, when they were in the field, that Cain rose up against Abel his brother, and slew him. Mt. 23.35 · Lk. 11.51 · 1 Jn. 3.12
9 And the LORD said unto Cain, Where is Abel thy brother? And he said, I know not: Am I my brother’s keeper?
10 And he said, What hast thou done? the voice of thy brother’s blood crieth unto me from the ground.
11 And now art thou cursed from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother’s blood from thy hand.
12 When thou tillest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength; a fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth.
13 And Cain said unto the LORD, My punishment is greater than I can bear.
14 Behold, thou hast driven me out this day from the face of the earth; and from thy face shall I be hid; and I shall be a fugitive and a vagabond in the earth; and it shall come to pass, that every one that findeth me shall slay me.
15 And the LORD said unto him, Therefore whosoever slayeth Cain, vengeance shall be taken on him sevenfold. And the LORD set a mark upon Cain, lest any finding him should kill him.
16 And Cain went out from the presence of the LORD, and dwelt in the land of Nod, on the east of Eden.
17 And Cain knew his wife; and she conceived, and bare Enoch: and he builded a city, and called the name of the city, after the name of his son, Enoch.
18 And unto Enoch was born Irad: and Irad begat Mehu’ja-el: and Mehu’ja-el begat Methu’sa-el: and Methu’sa-el begat Lamech.
19 And Lamech took unto him two wives: the name of the one was Adah, and the name of the other Zillah.
20 And Adah bare Jabal: he was the father of such as dwell in tents, and of such as have cattle.
21 And his brother’s name was Jubal: he was the father of all such as handle the harp and organ.
22 And Zillah, she also bare Tu’bal–cain, an instructor of every artificer in brass and iron: and the sister of Tu’bal–cain was Na’amah.
23 And Lamech said unto his wives,

Adah and Zillah, hear my voice;
ye wives of Lamech, hearken unto my speech:
for I have slain a man to my wounding,
and a young man to my hurt.
24 If Cain shall be avenged sevenfold,

truly Lamech seventy and sevenfold.
25 And Adam knew his wife again; and she bare a son, and called his name Seth: 5 For God, said she, hath appointed me another seed instead of Abel, whom Cain slew.
26 And to Seth, to him also there was born a son; and he called his name Enos: then began men to call upon the name of the LORD.

Blood And Ashes

A comic that I am tossing together. It ties elements of our Montreal by Night and British Isles by night games together. This is the cover and the first three pages, in order. Please note, I based all of the art in this on others work (which I modified). I do not claim that it is original, nor do I intend on publishing or ever making a profit off of it.





BIbN Timeline

Tonight I shall do something that I rarely do! I’m posting the timeline of events from my British Isles by Night game.

MCCXXXII, Twelfth year of Henry III of England’s Reign

  • 1232 – March 16th, John of Sittingbourne elected to the Archbishopric of Canterbury
  • 1232 – May 1st, The PCs assemble at Castle Doncaster in the mortal Barony of Doncaster at the behest of Baylor, Sheriff of the Fief of Lincoln
  • 1232 – May 2nd, The PCs travel to the Hamlet of Thorne, within the Barony of Doncaster
  • 1232 – May 3rd, The PCs return to Doncaster to report on Thorne, three of the PCs then journey north of the river to delay an attacking force
  • 1232 – May 4th, Having taken refuge in Thorne for the night, the PCs return to Doncaster with Hans
  • 1232 – Remainder of, The PCs part ways.
  • 1232 – June 12th, John of Sittingbourne’s election to the Archbishopric of Canterbury quashed.
  • 1232 – July 29th, Henry III dismisses justiciar and regent Hubert de Burgh, 1st Earl of Kent and replaces him with his Poitevin royal favourites Peter de Rivaux and Peter des Roches.
  • 1232 – August 26th, John Blund elected to the Archbishopric of Canterbury.
  • 1232 – November 10th, Hubert de Burgh is stripped of his offices and imprisoned for life.

MCCXXXIII, Thirteenth year of Henry III of England’s Reign

  • 1233 – The PCs concern themselves with their own affairs.
  • 1233 – Peter des Roches takes control of the exchequer and the kingdom’s finances.
  • 1233 – Spring of, Stow Fair, Lincolnshire, inaugurated
  • 1233 – June 1st, John Blund’s election to the Archbishopric of Canterbury quashed.
  • 1233 – August, Richard Marshal, 3rd Earl of Pembroke allies with Llywelyn against Henry III.
  • 1233 – Fall of, A storm damages the port of Winchelsea.

MCCXXXIV, Fourteenth year of Henry III of England’s Reign

  • 1234 – The PCs concern themselves with their own affairs, until they each are met by a messenger from Lord Hans Trudeau
  • 1234 – April 2nd, Pope Gregory IX consecrates Edmund Rich as Archbishop of Canterbury.
  • 1234 – April 16th, Richard Marshal murdered, defending his estates against Henry’s supporters. Peter de Rivaux and Peter des Roches fall from power.
  • 1234 – July, Llywelyn makes peace with Henry, retaining control of Cardiganshire.
  • 1234 – November 15th, The PCs reassemble at Coinsbrough Castle (Doncaster Castle renamed) at the behest of Lord Hans
  • 1234 – November 16th, The PCs journey to the lair of Jacob the Gangrel at Han’s behest, return to the Castle with loot

BIbN – Confessions

I’m aiming for something a little different tonight. One of my players couldn’t make it to our British Isles by Night session, so I’ll be covering what that character was up to from the eyes of the Castle’s staff. Edit: As I’m writing this I decided to throw in some (considerable) background about Doncaster castle.

Charles had begun his new orders just before dusk, a welcome break from the monotony of Lord William’s castle. He was tired of the routine of castle garrison life. His Serjeant had cautioned him that castle duty was a bore when he had been selected for rotation through the Lord’s garrison. Baron William was well past his prime and unlikely to ride further than a half day from his cliff top holdings, let alone a Lord who would mount an attack on his northern neighbor. So when the Seneschal had requested an armed and armoured volunteer for special duties, Charles had stepped forward. It didn’t seem strange to him that one of the older garrison members didn’t step forward, they were a clannish lot. They kept to themselves and they didn’t talk to the locals who rotated through the garrison any more than they needed to. The only oddity was when one of them pressed a wooden cross on a leather thong into his hand as he readied his armour. “Christ Bless you Charles” the older man had muttered as he trudged off to his own duties. Being a properly pious man, Charles donned the crucifix and tucked it beneath the Lord’s surcoat.

Now, a quarter of a full day later, he found himself standing guard duty outside of ‘The Lady’s rooms in the ‘lower’ castle. Baron William’s castle had the typical Norman styled Donjon, but having been built into the side of a hilltop, actually had lower levels than one would normally expect. From what Charles knew, the Donjon extended down three additional floors beneath the hilltop, four if you counted the windowless ground floor. Not long after arriving, Charles had mused to one of the older guards that there was almost more castle beneath the ground than there was above. For that he had been cuffed across the jaw and told to ‘mind his own bleedin affairs’.

Not long after dark he had escorted a Priest from a penitent’s cell to the Castellan’s dayroom as he had been instructed. Not that it was a dayroom, Doncaster’s Castellan apparently didn’t command enough respect to have a room above ground. In Charles’ mind this only confirmed what he had decided about Baron William, namely that he was too old to rule, let alone make war. Why else would one of the most important men in a Castle, the one in charge of it’s security, be given rooms below ground. Not that they were poorly furnished rooms, God be true, they were actually more impressive in size and accoutrements than Baron William’s own dayroom. The main difference was by being below ground, they were poorly lit. Few torches or tappers lit these halls and chambers.

The visit to the Castellan’s dayroom did not take long and from there he was instructed to escort the Priest, one Father Francis, to the Lady Alefwyne’s chambers. Which is where he now stood. From everything that Charles had gathered, mainly from the kitchen maids, who gossiped like one would expect, Lady Alefwyne was a dowager relative of the Baron and was disliked by the castle’s staff. She always complained to the Steward and Seneschal of the quality of the food, and sent it back untouched as often as not. Despite the complaints, he gathered that the maids didn’t mind, not given the size of them, each one must have weighed more than three bushels of wheat.

Truth be told, Charles was shocked when he had heard the name of Father Francis. He had taken a half step back before catching himself and offering apologies. As a child his parents had terrorized him with threats of a Father Francis, but that was almost a score of years ago. This priest was no grey-bearded man, if he was more than a hand’s worth of years older than Charles himself he wouldn’t be a day older. They couldn’t be the same man, not even a priest stayed that soft looking and youthful over twenty years.

Now, outside of the Lady’s room, Charles found himself blushing. He was no stranger to a romp in the hay with a maid, and he had heard his parents rutting across the room when he was a child. This was his first time ever hearing a noble woman make noises like this. As he wondered if this was really how noble women heard ‘confession’, he chuckled inwardly, ‘No wonder they always attend mass.’

The darkest part of the night came and went, and still the sound of rapture carried on through the door which he guarded. “Bloody hell”, Charles murmured as the noise stopped and the door finally creaked open. There stood Father Francis, a slight smile on his lips as he stepped forth and pulled the door shut. He spoke to Charles, looking him in the face as an equal, as he clasped him on the shoulder. “My work here is done my Son, but I am weary. I shall need an escort back to my humble room. Lady Alefwyne had much to confess.” Charles caught himself smiling far to widely and tried to force a serious look upon his face “Of course Father, this way.”

Neither the Priest nor the Solider noticed the bat that had flitted into the passage as they walked down the passage, to the Penitent’s cells. Jacob was in time.

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