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Aug. 17th, 2010

Axemen have beards


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War stories, please...?

Jan. 11th, 2010



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So some of us are off site for dinner at West Kingdom Twelfth Night Saturday night. I look down the table to see my Barony's newest fighter being given advice from Duke Andrew of Riga (of the West) and Duke Jason Griffith (of Caid). Well, sort of.

While Duke Andrew is talking, Duke Jason is pantomiming everything Andrew is talking about. And these two have been fighting with each other for so long, it seems as if Jason is making the motions right as Andrew is saying them, not a moment after.

(x-posted to sca_goodness)

Oct. 12th, 2009

Atlantian Pride


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For me, the Dream comes in short flashes, and it doesn't happen often. After all, suspending disbelief to the point where you can actually picture yourself in another time period isn't easy.

It happened at War of the Wings this weekend. I was busy getting Newcomer's Point squared away, so I didn't go to the heraldic procession. After the procession, I was walking down a dirt road, and the Atlantian cavalry was riding up the road, returning from the procession. Everyone made way for them, and that's when it happened. I caught a glimpse of the past.

It was more than a dozen horses, fully dressed and barded in their war glory, proud as can be, ridden by knights and barons just as proud. I'm sure they looked spiff in the procession, but I'm glad I got to see them as I did. It seemed more "real" somehow. They rode by us so close we could feel the ground vibrate with all the hoofbeats. We all looked at them in awe, for they were an awesome sight to behold. There, for a few precious moments, I was a commoner on a common road, making way for my nobility as it rode by in all their splendor.

Aug. 10th, 2009

Axemen have beards


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So. How was War?

Apr. 29th, 2009


Story from Pennsics past.


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We were having an all-candles feast at a small event last year. I stepped out of the room for a moment, and when I came back my breath caught in my throat. Candle flames glinting off coronets and glasses, the low rumble of conversation punctuated by pockets of laughter. This is the dream.


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Sapphire Joust VI. Atlantia's 25th Anniversary Celebration. Bedford was on the throne.

The site was unbelievably gorgeous. Behind a tall wooden palisade was a stand of massive grandfather trees spaced far enough apart to let the moonlight dapple through. Among the sylvan clearings were the encampments of the mighty knights and households of our fair kingdom arrayed in full splendor for this most glorious tournament.

The palisade split the site, and atop it flew the standards of all the fearsome baronies, shires, cantons and strongholds of our fair kingdom. At the end flew the war banner of great Atlantia.

Our Isenfir Shire was serving lunch, and Friday was spent pitching camp and stocking the field kitchen. When the sun was setting and the chores were done, waian, de_conde and I charged our goblets with the finest of spirits, pulled our cloaks tight against the evening chill, and wandered off into the night. After making our way through the encampments coming alive with the smell of torch fuel and warming drum skins, we passed through the palisade out onto the list field.

It was a sight like no other. Great torches had been lit to illuminate the upcoming nighttime battles. Baronial pavilions lined the glowing field as war banners hung hushed in the still moonlight.

For me, it was one of the first times I caught a glimpse of the Dream. For that brief moment, walking across that dark and quiet field of combat, underneath that wooden palisade, with the limp banners tensed ready to fly on the morning breeze, I could almost imagine what it must have been like on the eve of battle in the days of knights...

August 2010



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