The king has a proclamation: I will now change my postings to “Leg-Posting” – no, not posting my legs (though you should be so lucky!), but more the “on our days in…..”
So, we begin with “Our Capture of Wales” (notice, there is no ‘H’, it is not ‘Whales’). We left Stratford-Upon-Spiders, and headed west, towards Wales. We skipped the cities and went straight for our goal – Conwy Castle. But first we had to pass through the forbidden lands of Snowdonia. And yes, it was as cool as it sounds. BearBoy was lured by the many exotic temptations of the land:
A mountainous, foggy, misty, lush green paradise. We almost didn’t get the cruel mumster out. At one point, we had to forcibly drag her into the car, while she shouted, “No! Leave me! I’m wounded!! I will only slow you down!!!” It was embarrassing. BearBoy and I celebrated our capture of the cruel mumster with a juice.
We finally reached Conwy, on the northern tip of Wales, and saw our goal: Conwy Castle.
Mumster had strategically placed us at the entrance to the city and castle walls. Observe: The blue trim flat? Ours. Awesome.
First we had to scope out the lay of the land. Looked easy. But looks can be deceptive. Once inside, we saw the devastation wrought by previous forces. The cruel mumster thought we needed a new decorator. After all, you cannot run an empire without quality interior design (p. 17, “Running An Empire: The Handbook”, by me).
At one point, we attempted to get a nice photo for our Conquest Webpage – this is what we got instead:
Yup. I’m pretty sure BearBoy has gone over the wall - he's really embracing his berserker role.
After two days in Wales, we set out sights on new land: Ireland. We’re coming for ya.