Mistress Charlena Bernadette

Mistress Charlena Bernadette of Alfton, Assistant Dresser,  Braider of Hair and Cleaner of the House.  Mistress Charlena is the illegitimate daughter of Charles of Brighton, would be artist and sometime mathematician and Jacqueline of Alfton. She studied art at the foot of her father as a young girl. Her mother was a young beauty plucked from the security of her family when she had an affair with Charles. They had many children and lived happily ever after. Mistress Charlena was married to James of Gilcroy Green and widowed at a young age when James fell into the Great Gilcroy River while fishing and drowned. Their children are Lady Ruby Magnolia and Lord Clinton Megalis.

Lady Ruby and Lord Clinton have made their way well in this world. Upon the death of her husband, Mistress Charlena, became a teacher of children in her father's town of Brighton. While in Brighton she met members from the King of the Log and they bid her join them. And that she did moving with her young son, Clinton Megalis, and has seen nothing but joy and great fun for all her days as assistant dresser to Lady Carol, official King of the Log Hair Braider and Cleaner of the House.

She can be seen by day at the Log and by night in her small traveling house in the glen. She is a keen dancer, a fine seamstress and mender, a lady of great wit and an all around good friend and citizen of the realm.

Lord Clinton Megelis of Gilcroy River

Lord Clinton Megelis is the fine son of Mistress Charlena of Alfton and brother of Lady Ruby. He came with his mother when she joined King of the Log. He has grown into a fine young man.   He is the direct assistant gamer to Bondage and as such is an apprentice logger training and organizing our seasonal Log workers.  He is busy with theatre in his spare time.  He is known throughout the realm as a great beggar seeking dinner for his King of the Log friends and especially his mother. His keen interest in magic, tricks and animal behavior have led him to be good friends and kindred spirits with all elves of the forest. His good connection with the elves assures that King of the Log has only the best of logs.

Baron d' Bondage

The Baron's sad tale is yet to be told.  However it does involve ropes, whips and the oft spoken phrase - "behold."  However, his new britches bespeak of untold mirth.

Daniel of Gaul 

Daniel was raised in Gaul and studied with the Knights Templar.  There he became expert in constructing the ancient siege engines of the Greeks and Romans and helped many barons conduct successful campaigns of conquest.  Daniel was lured to Britain with the promise of work for the Duke of Northumberland. However the duke was killed in a duel shortly before Daniel arrived so he now makes his living at this humble game.   He continues to build new and more deadly machines in his mountain hideaway -   Beware.  He has also studied with the wizards in the mountains and has become a master of the web.  If you have comments on this web site Daniel may appreciate them - or perhaps not.  

Smythe

This personage (we're not sure what rank he is, and soon you'll see he's not sure either) has been working with our fellowship of log games for over five years now.  The sad part is, that is as far back as his memory goes...he awoke one day in our haypile with a severe hangover and no memory of the past before waking up in the hay.  Needless to say, he was a slightly warm body so we put him to work.  Going by the name "Smythe" for a while (since nobody's sure of his real name), he has since requested to be called Celticwulf or CW for shor, or hey you loudmouth on that bench.  His only talent seems to be standing on a bench and hawking for our game, and we're unsure what exactly he does when the festival is over, however he does seem to be moving up the ranks and may now be the son of a merchant...but he'll never say.

Bane Ravens Blood

Bane was semi-prosperourous and sometimes respected wine merchant in the portraitesque village of upper spankweasel when a scandal involving a fire juggling triplet, the lord mayors private coach, a pair of pygmey marmosets and a shoe horn necessitated his hasty departure.  Gathering what funds he could, he bought a minor stake in the passing King of the Log traveling troupe.  Thus, leaving the only home he'd somewhat known he cast is fate and 7.50 pounds to the wind.