You obviously have forgotten the horrors of the Schism War when Ponies fought Carebears and the Monchi-chis were sacrificed to achieve a bloody armistice.
Aye...the fight raged on for a century, many lives were claimed but eventually the champion stood, the rest saw their better: Mr. Rogers in a blood-stained sweater.
On another topic, when I get home I'll probably start putting together some grogs and a Companion. Not sure what to make with the companion, I have a few ideas I'll throw out there.
A barrister (or the Irish equivalent).
A lay clergy of some kind (i'm thinking with Faerie blood just to make him interesting)
A strong faerie blooded companion, with some faerie type virtues and benefits (like a companion but not mythic companion level) faerie doctor virtue.
A local noble who possibly has a claim to lands the covenant is on
Well Scottish equivalent for the barrister but I am not sure there really are lawyers much in this time. (we aren't in ireland).
Wikipedia isn't the best source but it is a good start:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lawyer#Middle_Ages mentions that it was only in this time period 1190-1230 that a few people started practicing canon law as life long profession (so church scholar). 1231 (france)/1237 (london) is when first lawyers were sworn to practice canon law before bishop's court.
Let me know if you do the faerie doctor or local noble. I was thinking of magic companion (some sort of magical beast) or a local noblewoman myself (one that had bought her right to rule her lands until she had a son to inherit)
As near as I can tell, in Scotland does allow women to inherit land on their own (probably if there are no surviving male issue), but that it's pretty new. The one page I was able to find that wasn't way past period indicates that it started in the 13th century, but didn't narrow it down any further than that. So, since I think it could make a good story, I'm gonna say go for it.
I don't know why, but this reminded me of a scene from Monday Night Raw, back around Christmas I think, when somebody was trying to insult-without-insulting Seamus (the first Irish-born World Champion) by giving him a gift – an Irish potato. They josh around, the guy takes off, Seamus takes a bite of the potato, and gets a disgusted look on his face. "This isn't an Irish potato. It's an Idaho potato!" he says with a sneer, then takes another bite.