The Lady of the Great Lakes hid us in a deep fog as we travelled the Pict infested lands to Girdle Stanes. Once there we waited for the Picts to start their bestial ritual.
As their ritual reached its degenerate climax we rode forth and attacked. The cross of St Patrick grew hot on Cadwaladr as it protected him from the foul magics the capering Pict wizard commanded. Our dragon banner howled and then became a real dragon belching fire. The ground around us vanished and was replaced by mist with howling red-eared wolves leaping at us.
We destroyed these mist wolves, even though their flaming teeth bit through armour, but immediately found ourselves back at the Girdle Stones with frothing, screaming Pict warriors upon us.
There were many Pict warriors, but only a few were worthy of the title. We have spent many years fighting Saxons, and these Picts may be vicious but are not as strong or armoured. But, they did attack our horses, which give us some problems. However, in a short time, even their best warriors were dispatched, while the Lady and the Wizard fought with magic and one of the standing stones became a moving statue to watch them.
The wizard, who looks to be only part man, leapt into the fire and vanished. The field was ours.
But suddenly we were not there, we were in the same place, but the stones were moss covered, and the surrounding fields were tilled, and a small church stood nearby.
We rode to the church find out what was going on, passing a newly carved statue of a saint. By the church we were met by (St) Patrick, who we last me on the other side. He spoke to us and said the Wizard, an evil man, was under his hospitality in the church and we had an important decision to make. Let him go and he will be a thorn in our side for a long time, or do something else which would have serious consequences.
We chose to talk to the Wizard, who is much more intelligent and educated than we had suspected. He says that he want to see his people survive and that we are the threat. We replied that attacking us would only speed the destruction of his people. There did not seem to be any way to divert his course (or that of the King he follows and loves). We would not break the hospitality of Patrick, so we left. We returned back to the scene of our victory, and after the Lady had used the power to cure Cadwalader, we returned home.