Rhodri Glamorgan ap Arthur – Bleiddian Wyn
Long time associate and former squire to the Black Weasel
Earned the name Wolf in his youth for the cunning and deadly raids he carried out in skirmishes in the holy lands. Now he is getting old and his hair is turning gray, some of the younger ones started referring to him affectionately as the WhiteWolf.
Considered to be very dangerous and good at staying alive , well bad soldiers don’t live long enough to get gray hair.
Suspected of smuggling religious relics from the holy land. Rumoured to have crossed the Bishop of Bath and Wells who was expecting to receive one very valuable relic. The bones of a blessed baby. He was not happy to discover that what he got was some left over chicken bones from a meal the the Wolf and the Black Weasel had shared on their travels. The real bones are now believed to be the prize possession of the Black Weasel. They say he carries them in a little chest on his belt.
It is believed the bishop wants ether the bones or the Wolf’s head on a spike ( preferably both.)
Believed to be lying low in a castle in North Wales whilst the Bishop calms down. Rumoured to disguised as a Templar Sargent much of the time.
The black weasel sometimes disguised as a Templar knight , Don’t get him confused with the White Wolf !
Ednyfed Fychan ap Cynwrig
(Efnyfed son of Cynwrig)
Welsh warrior, slayer and beheader of noblemen. Always well armed (despite his short arms). Ednyfed was born to the house of Tudor c.1170 in the Kingdom of Gwynedd. He was to become the seneschal (Chief Councillor|Prime Minister|Chief Justice) serving Llywelyn the Great and later also Llywelyn’s son Dafydd ap Llywelyn. Ednyfed had two wives during his life with whom he had several children – three of which are members of our garrison – Goronwy ap Ednyfed, Tudur ap Ednyfed (the garrison’s blacksmith) and Angharad ap Ednyfed – one of the garrison’s many Lady warriors. Two of his grandchildren are also garrison members. Ednyfed beheaded three English Lords in battle and presented them to Llywelyn in tribute – an act that was commemorated by order of the Prince by the inclusion of three severed heads on Ednyfed’s family coat of arms, watch out for his shield as he guards the castle. [The crest can also be seen in several local locations including Plas Mawr in Conwy]. Ednyfed has a Motte and Bailey castle atop Bryn Euryn hill near Rhos on Sea – later replaced by Llys Euryn Manor c.15th century. Llywelyn the Great was so pleased with Ednyfeds loyalty that he proclaimed that all descendants of Ednyfed’s grandfather could hold their lands throughout Wales free from all dues and services other than military service in time of war. Be careful if you meet him on your ways around the castle – he is well known for turning any conversation into his mother tongue (Welsh) or suddenly blowing his trumpet to assemble the garrison.
The Squire, expected to support the knights and Mother Wagstaff, often found Lurking !
Mother of the garrison but complain about her food… you may lose a limb
Vixen the Versatile – Princess of the Castle
The princess of the castle..queen of deception. She looks as if butter wouldn’t melt but don’t let that deceive you. She is cunning and will fool you into submission. She is fierce and her skills are vast whilst her arrows are deadly. Be sure to watch your back.. if you take your eyes off her you might just end up with one in your back!
Goronwy ap Ednyfed
(Son of Ednyfed Fychan)
Goronwy will become seneschal to Llywelyn ap Gruffudd (upon Ednyfed Fychan’s death). He is remembered by welsh chroniclers for his wisdom and integrity as well as his ability in arms. An expert in the use, improvement and adaptation of arms especially ballistic weapons. Goronwy also led many negotiations with the Marcher Lords – for which he amended his family coat of arms. His fathers coat of arms had three English Lords severed heads which would not go down well with the Lords so he amended it to have 3 helmets to replace the heads. A form of medieval political correctness. Watch out for the adapted Coat of Arms on his shield. According to the Chronicler Bout y Tywysogion Goronwy is ” … a man excellent in arms, generous with gifts, wise in counsel and pleasant in words”. If you are an English Lord Do Not admit this to Goronwy if you wish to keep your head firmly fixed to your shoulders.
I was born, at a very young age, to a Lord and Lady of a grand manor and extensive estate. Having gone through a period of misbehaviour and misdemeanours I was, at the age of ten years, sent to a famously brave knight as his squire to be trained for knighthood. My father, of course, had to pay for my training and sent me off with a large purse of gold coins to make the relevant payment. Needless to say, I had a wonderful time with the money. On finding out the extent of my antics, my father disinherited me and by the age of sixteen years I was in a sorry place roaming the country taking what I could from whoever I could. Eventually I arrived at the castle and by cunning and connivance, managed to convinced those who mattered that I was a Lord and Knight returning from the crusades where I had made a name for myself in many of the battles we fought. It was at this time I earned the name ‘Angry Fox’ due to my boasted cunningness and disposition during the heat of battle. By the time I was twenty, my fame was such that I was beseeched to take on the position of chancellor of the castle garrison. This position enabled me to gather round me the Sires, Knights, their Squires and Ladies with whom I had associated over the years. Angry Fox is now the Lord chancellor of the garrison. My prime responsibilities are to ensure the correct use and storage of all weapons together with maintaining a high level of tuition to all those requesting such in the art of archery. In addition, I collect the taxes from the many varlets who dare to enter the castle expecting to be entertained with sword fights, archery, and the firing of a trebuchet in we have the pleasure of launching projectiles in the direction of Black Weasel.
Now, with my past buried behind me, the garrison stably around me plus the wealth accumulated from the gathered taxes. Life is now exactly as it should be.
Phil The Viking
Originally a carpenter during the towns reconstruction after the fire in 1294 now my character is one of the 15 bailiffs for Caernarfon in the year 1310 helping out in the towns courts and keeping the ‘peace’. Sympathetic to the house of Aberffraw often I am involved in getting in some of the more rebellious types into the town to help their cause. My equipment ive inherited from my hiberno-norse father who settled in Caernarfon to work on the construction of the castle.