Part Two: The Cursed Campaign
Luckily for Gryffydd being on Ireland meant that he was far enough away from England to be Irish (although he was Welsh) yet close enough to be English (yet he was Welsh...) So when the invite to Edgar ' Atheling' Cerdicson's anual christmas party arrived it was swept under the doormat and forgotten ! With a no show at the party it signaled to the King of England that the Count of Dublin did not wish to be a part of the English nation anymore. Naturally Edgar was a tad upset and begun a smeer campaign in England.
The Count of Dublin , being a Welshman in Ireland couldnt give a roast boars apple about what the English though about him, so the well planned campaign fell on somewhat dead ears.
Gryffydd did however see that he did not want to be alone next time so aligned himself to Torrilbach O'Brian the Duke of Munster. As he was still looking to expand following the failed endeavour 4 years ago. He turned his attention to Mide, a neighbouring realm. Capturing Mide would also allow him to resurect the title "Duke of Meath which was currently un-claimed. The Duke of Mide was another of the Irish Old Buggers club and allied to that rat Duke of Leinstier.
Gryffydd rubbed his sweaty palms together as he made ready the battle plans. He woke the morning of the battle and put on his lucky robes of destiny, made himself a cup of Tea (crusader standard, milk 2 sugars) and sought out his mother as he needed his morning Fry up before he went to battle. At this point a rather embarassed Steward met him on the ramparts.
"Good morning my Lord... bad news"
Damn, the castle supply of Bacon is out again, have to send Marshall O'Brian to get some more, Gryffydd thought.
" Sire... your mother died last night, and your wife... well... she died in childbirth the same evening. Marshall O'Brian has also buggered off and is now serving the Duke of Leinstier, apparently he was sick of making bacon runs.."
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"Well, I'll be a Normans jock strap!!" proclaimed Gryffydd as his shock turned to concern and then back to shock and then back to concern......
"Right, first things first master steward" he proclaimed a plan formulating........get me a fecking Bacon butty........"
The Count of Dublin sat on the ramparts eating his Bacon butty plotting, he needed a new Marshall and a new wife.... well at least his ally the Duke of Munster was comming round for a pre war cuppa. At this point a runner from Munster was pronounced at the door.
"RIGHT, let me guess"... said Gryffydd "The bleeding Duke is dead as well ??"
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The Marshall weakly nodded. The man waited a few minutes, perhaps he felt sorry for the Count of Dublin "Ok, stop crying... no really" he said. "I tell you what, I will stick around and give you a hand... looks like you need a Marshall"
Gryffydd sent his pledge of alligience to the new lord back and sent the new Marshall Dewi off into town to get more bacon. He sat with his now cold cup of tea and formulated the war plans..... with all his family and his mates....well.........on his own.......
The Battle of Mide
The Count of Dublin went ahed with his plans and raised an army marching into Mide. As he got into Mide he passed through the areas farms and was most disturbed when he met a shepard on the outskirts of Mide. When questioned about a poster attached to a particularly pretty young ewe that read 'The Count of Dublins new Wife' Gryffydd went postal. He met Concobar O'Neill on the battlefield.
"Im sick of all these stereotypical Welsh jokes , boyo " he screamed as his army closed the gap. The first Battle of Mide was pretty one sided and things continued in the Counts favour when the new Duke of Munster showed up to assist in the seige, claiming he hadnt got the memo until late.
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Just as Mide was about to fall a young man ran accross the battle field with a note. Count Gryffydd figured this was the peace treaty and rubbed his hands together. The note read 'Count Gryffydd loves sheep, signed M. Canninanin, Count of Tir Connail. PS: This is war '
Count Gryffydd should have been prepared for the somewhat traditional Irish gangbang and was even less shocked when he discovered Tir Connail's ally the Duke of the Isles wanted a go as well.
Home affairs
Although the Gryffydd was now Count of Dublin and Mide things were somewhat confusing as he had two armies bearing down on him. The choice of which one to intercept was interesting. The Isle of Man was property of the Duke of the Isles and a nice strategic position for attacking Wales, so the Duke marched his tired army towards the Isle of Man. As they left there was some cause for jubilation, the new selection of wives were actually worth a look at unlike the last bunch of creatures. Gryffydd selected himself a nice looking Russian girl, the fact she couldnt speak Gaelic, English or anyform of language Gryffydd understood was definatly a big bonus !
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Before setting off to join his armies the Count of Dublin and now Mide jumped onto his ramparts screaming.
"I am Gryffydd, Count of Dublin and Mide... and NOW .... DUKE OF MEATH"
there was a long solid moooooooo as a cow responded......
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Speed Seige
The Duke of Meath ( as he now liked to be known) sent his army as planned to the Isle of Man however this left Mide and Dublin open to other forces. As the Duke's forces lay seige to the Isle of Man ( the Duke of the Isles sent his forces on a sightseeing boat ride rather than engage in battle ) the Count of Tir Connail laid seige to the newly liberated Mide. A feirce contest of "I can knock your castle wall down first" started.
Lukily for Gryffydd he got the drop and started his seige first so not only did he capture the Isle of Man but he also raced back to Mide to see off the usurper Count of Tir Connail. Following the liberal beating and the loss of the Isle of Man both the Duke of the Isles and the Count of Tir Connail called it a day.
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The Duke of Meath returned to Dublin to find his new wife babbling on about something in Russian so he decided to go hunting with the locals instead.
Gryffydd had manged to sire quite a few children and also take two whole regions making up for the last failed campaign. Still he had learnt a few things.
1) Welsh jokes about sheep are boring
2) The Irish cant fight on thier own
3) The Duke of the Isles is a right tit
4) Edgar 'Atheling' King of England throws a crap Xmas party
5) The Duke of Leinester is still a goon