Clyde's Travels - Pennsic LII

Cooper's Lake Event Venue and Campground
205 Currie Rd, Slippery Rock, PA 16057
July 26 - August 9, 2025

Sunrise over Kentucky from my window, heading north on Day 1.

This year, on the 7th day onsite, my phone failed me and I had to resort to pen and paper journaling. While I was 'offline', my better half, Ellen Delacey, kept my online reporting going with a crowdsourced content generated reporting that I have included herein starting on day 8. Enjoy!

The book cover of book 1: Dungeon Crawler Carl by Matt Dinneman.

Pennsic LII day 1 - In pre-dawn’s light, the Good Earl and I departed our warm beds and mounted a wagon for the northern journey to the Pennsic camp. The trip north was met with excitement and anticipation. This year we listened to the adventures of Dungeon Crawler Carl and Princess Donut along the way. Those two brave crawlers helped make the miles and time fly by. Most of the trip was sunny but we encountered a deluge of rain as we neared our destination. Upon arrival, we had to wait for the rain to stop before we could setup camp. It was late evening once we got started and only setup enough so that we would have a dry place to sleep. Much more work to do tomorrow. Now is time for rest. Good Night Crawlers.

The main tent for Renaissance Arts and Design at Pennsic LII.

Pennsic LII day 2 - Today was a work day. And boy, it was hot. How hot was it?! It’s so hot cows are giving evaporated milk. No? It’s so hot I saw a bird pull a worm out of the ground with an oven mitt. No? It’s so hot granny broke wind just to have a little breeze. Still not hot enough? It’s so hot, hot water comes out of both taps. That’s how hot. The temp itself wasn’t outrageous but coupled with around 90% humidity and some high quality UVs radiating on top of bunch of flame retardant waterproof canvas and you get and easy-bake humidifier that repels any and all cool air ole moma nature is willing to send your way. You can literally step out from under the tent and feel the temp drop like 100% or something. Well, maybe I am stretching things a bit. But, trying to get the point out there that it was hot. It was so hot all chocolate is hot chocolate. It was that hot.

We spent most of today on tent setting up to open tomorrow. Assembling fixtures, folding, hanging things, etc. I was also able to get my tent setup today and we got our kitchen setup. So we are all ‘settled in’ in an official sense. 

Small observation today about people in general. I find it strange because it’s not how I operate. People come by the tent and ask “When are you going to open?” And usually, not always, before we can respond, the question is followed with extraneous data that doesn’t have much to do with the original question. It’s odd to me. My philosophy is more Dragnet-ish in scope and execution. Question. Answer. Done. Never felt the need to adding an unprompted ‘Would you like to know more?” 

We got everything prepped and ready to go for tomorrow’s 9am open inspite of our ‘brain on instapot’ heat today. So, that is good. Neeshka came by and helped us some today and share the heat. We were thankful for the assist. 

A sandwich shop, Swords and Subs, has been setup across from our location. Think Jersey Mike’s, but not. It was good. Sandwiches were big and well portioned with meat, cheese and garnishments. They have hot and cold offerings. It was a good dinner. 

Closing out for the evening. It was hot today, if I hadn’t mentioned it before, and I smell like something that is supposed to be refrigerated after opening but was left out on the counter too long. Need a shower. Goodnight sweethearts, goodnight.

My tent-home for Pennsic LII.

Pennsic LII day 3 - Open for business today. It was hot. Again. How hot was it? Nope. Just not even. It was hot. I took a jaunt from our tent over to the Serengeti to check out a merchant. When I got back my fitbit congratulated me and asked me if I was ‘Done working out’. It was that hot. A short walk was a work out. Shade. Hydrate. Repeat. 

Sun dominated the day but late this evening we got a small bit of rain. Not much. Just enough to help that humidity stay put. It’s like a sawna round these parts. 

Court opened behind the tent tonight and the Good Earl dispensed knowledge to the attendees. Movie trivia, music trivia and much more was on the agenda. Was a good end to a draining day.

Good night to everyone out there. And remember, if you don’t know where the call is coming from. They are already in the house and it’s too late.

Me, soaked with perspiration at Pennsic LII.

Pennsic LII day 4 - Today was a very laid back day. After pushing through the heat to get setup and open for business, both of us were feeling the drain today. The pace of activity was slowed down and we were rewarded with a lowered humidity this evening and a cool breeze once the Sun slumbered. 

One of the unique things about where we are located is the ‘Anus of Sauron’ fan that roars 12 hrs a day starting around 7 am. It’s evil. A loud white noise that drones at a low throaty tone muddying conversation and oppressing all within range. When it turns off in the evening, a noticeable burden is lifted from you and you have the urge to emit a sigh of relief. A picture of the evil has been provided for reference. 

I went to the market and got a salad tonight. At war events, you can be tempted to eat a lot of junk. It is awesome that the market here is close by and maintains a good supply of fresh vegetables and prepared salads and such. Yes, it can be pricy but worth the cost to keep a balanced diet. And really, it’s a reasonable cost if you factor in the convenience.

I got the first bingo today for things anachronistic with the sighting of some sort of Japanese anime fox person. She was legit with costume, ears, tail and geta on her feet. Probably kitsune cosplay, but I am no authority.

Spent some time after eating staring at the end of the barn behind the tent this evening. The board and batt siding has lots of cool knots and you can see the saw cuts in the wood. It creates a neat mosaic pattern that caught my eye. 

That’s all for tonight. Fair skies and a steady, lazy wind with a touch of coolness should make for a great nights rest. Good night all.

Wall of the barn behind our Camp at Pennsic LII.

Pennsic LII day 5 - Today, hopefully was the last hot day for the event. I spent my day with the Good Earl in the tent selling wares to anyone who had coin. 

For today’s bingo, we had a female pirate and a tall gnome who was well over 6 feet tall before the added pointy hat. 

We had our first sighting of mafia on our row today making trash runs for bribes. The Pennsic mafia has been quiet this year. We expected the ice rackets to be busy, but we surmise that in this heat parents were keeping all the ‘made’ kids at home for safety. 

The cycle was work in the morning then rest in the afternoon when it is hottest. Everyone here seems to have adopted that pattern as the place gets pretty quiet in the later afternoon heat. 

Court was open behind the tent for a bit once the sun went down. It was quiet tonight. Good conversation and company. 

Good night all. Cooler temps tomorrow.

An image of Earl Benen MacTire, KSCA, OL, OP - First triple peer of the Kingdom of Trimaris, Champion of Canines, Coveter of Whippets at Pennsic LII. 

Pennsic LII day 6 - It is with great sadness that I must report the loss of the Good Earl’s box of Whippet cookies. The tribute of Whippet cookies was received earlier in the week from a petitioner visiting Earl Benen. The Earl, known for having a penchant for the tasty snack known as Whippet cookies, had went to great efforts to secure the chocolaty marshmallow sweets from the horrors of uncontrollable melting by securing them in his personal Whippet cooler and commanded that daily replenishments of ice be brought by special currier directly from the Alps. Alas, today it was discovered that the even the Alpine ice could not hold up to the rigors of the task and as the ice melted, the Whippets succumbed, not to the heat, but the moisture of the very mechanism delivered to protect them from harm and preserve their longevity. 

The good Earl was beside himself in discontent at the loss. He may never know joy again. Woe is all that remains in the absence of a tasty Whippet snack cookie. Bells were rung, ladies wailed, children cried, dog barked, men harrumphed. The Whippet is gone. Long live the Whippet. 

I believe that nature knew of the demise of the Whippets. Fore, it rained most of the day. A slow dreary drizzle like the heavens wept for the cookie drowning in the cooler. 

Business was on the slow side due to the dampness. But, the cooler temperatures toward the end of the day seems to be a sign of better days coming. 

Long live the Whippet!

An image of a box of the Original Whippet cookies.

Here begins my hand written journal entries after my digital input device failed. Additionally, I will present the crowdsourced entries for the 'Who done it better?!' contest.

Image of me on the pickup field at Pennsic LII.

Pennsic LII day 7 – Today, I went to the Marshal’s Point and got inspected. Once I was stamped with my ‘you’ve been inspected’ sticker, I got into some pickup fights. I mostly help my own even as I felt rusty and out of practice. It’s been a long, idle summer healing my achy wrist. The sun was bright but a cool breeze travelled across the field making it quite comfortable in kit. I think I met about 5 combatants, of all skill levels, for 4 or 5 passes each. I also attended a buckler class Duke Timothy of Aethelmarc was teaching while I was there.

Upon returning to the tent and after I got cleaned up (fighting being a dirty business), I dropped my phone. Now, it isn’t working correctly. When turned on, the lower half of the screen is unreadable because the entire bottom half of the screen is turned on in a blindingly bright white as if all the light in the world is being channeled through the small display. The whole affair stinks. Alas, nothing to be done but breaking out ye olde pen and journal and do things the old fashioned way of my ancestors.

The Good Earl and I supped and took a walk around the merchant area to free ourselves of the burden of the ‘Anus of Sauron’. We stopped and chatted with several people before returning to camp. Our day closed with a discussion of buckle manufacturing in period, sand casting and really good breakfast foods that are really bad for you.

Crowdsourced day 7

Today, I witnessed great acts of prowess and chivalry on the fighting fields during Pickups. A newcomer wiped out 20 dukes because he brought his past champion skills in other martial formats with him. 

There was a kitten in camp and then an excess of allergy pills in order for me to deal with the dread creature. On the wind, a strange call and vibes could be felt, almost as if the Knight of Kittens was encouraging the presence in our camp.

There was a dragon and wyverns behind us. They infected my phone with yellow mold then ate it in equal portions and with great table manners.

The fertility folks made their rounds blessing folks with their giant totem of manhood, when they stopped by Benen’s shop they did an extra loud chant then ran off giggling.

Prior to the infestation of dragons, wyverns and kittens (oh, my), the Good Earl was using my phone to find Strawberry Whippets to no avail.

After lunch, a procession of fairies came through and abducted the good Earl, threatening to leave poor Eoin to man the shop alone. This did not sit right with me so I donned my fairy wings, pink tutu, and best glitter makeup and flitted off after them.

Siege weapon history was made when squeaky toys were flung at an unsuspecting enemy with the unexpected consequence of every dog in camp chasing said toys. Fortunately, Saintly Queen Paraskova arrived with bacon to calm the pack and mass belly rubs ensued. 

Many statements of "it's HOT here at Pennsic, boo hoo hoo...." could be heard even though the temperatures had cooled, sometimes you know happy citizenry by their complaints. Many of those at home lament not being able to experience it for themselves from their air-conditioned, Mai Tai fountain powered wading pools with crushed ice despensers.

Late in the day, there was a sweat bee convention followed by cucumber spa and negotiations over font sizes. This all occurred during a lovely High Tea with the Tuchux. A great confusion was the result.

I found a magical flying shield with a center grip the size of a Volkswagen beetle, and I, along with the Good Earl, flew away from Pennsic on a quest to acquire some delicious whippet cookies for the Good Earl. We encountered a flying green dragon on the way to the supermarket. The Good Earl wasn't going to let anything stand in the way between him and his whippets. I had mastered steering the magic shield without consulting a manual. The Good Earl instructed me to steer toward the dragon's hind legs and bring him in close enough to jump off. I did as he was instructed, and the Good Earl, in full armor and sword in hand, jumped down, landing on the dragon's left hind leg. He delivered the hardest leg shot ever felt by anyone and the dragon retreated. The Good Earl jumped off the dragon and landed directly into the center grip of the magical flying shield right next to me. We flew off into sunset and were able to get back to the tent in time for our next customer. Today's lesson is that you don't come between the Good Earl and his whippets. He'll take your leg out.

Credits: Ellen Delacey, Sigmund Nacht, Ingridr Thorvaldsdottir, Bryce McLaren, Flannait h'Eighnigh, Sindri Brynjarsson, Alainn Aodhmoira BeanLarren, Song Qingzhao, Conrad vom Schwarzwald, Kalliope of Aexone, Erik Martel, Billius Bogwater

Image of me wearing my new rapier mask at Pennsic LII.

Pennsic LII day 8 – The Ocho! Today was a bit busier that the past few days in the booth. Sales were steady and kept us engaged most of the day.

Bingo! On todays bingo card we added a ‘texi-pirate’ as well as a confusing mashup of a ‘Persian, Goth, steampunk vampire’ that defied description or genre. Major kudos for being the most anachronistic at an anachronistic event.

With the start of the second week of Pennsic, there were many new arrivals to the site. The Good Earl had several visitors today that petitioned for his attention and where granted an audience. Social activity in and around the both was high today with all the traffic.

I purchased some new full gauntlets today from Armstreet. Made of stainless steel in the clamshell style, the cost was reasonable and the felt pretty good on my hands. I also visited our neighbors, Darkwood Armory, and procured a mask and gloves for rapier so that I can work on that authorization. I don’t think this will be a serious activity for me, but I wanted to be able to be on the field at Gulf Wars and carry the Meridian Banner for them. Hopefully it will all work out and Ill be there come March next year.

I also neglected to mention sighting last year's young Robin at the parameter of the tent. While the Good Earl tried to coax the bird closer, it kept it's distance this year.

Crowdsourced day 8.

Today, I met up with an army of kittens and by invoking the name of the name of the Knight of Kitten's, I was able to convince them pass out cookies to the masses. The throngs rejoiced.

I ran into a bunch of Preachain, friends of Countess Gwen, last night. They finally had mercy on me and tucked me into bed at 4 am, but today even the kitty hoards are a bit much after such a late night.

In a testy moment in the booth, I had to bring out the secret weapons (all I had were kittens, since the Whippit's had been whipped) to keep Benen from shoulder-checking someone asking why there were no shirts with '52' on them. In a society of medievalists, learning roman numerals is not a requirement, but encouraged).

Thereafter, a horde of TuChuk’s kidnapped Benen cause they thought they could ransom him for beer. Only beer offered was Milwaukee’s Best so they returned him with a few pelts for the trouble, plus he's a bit ornery after the Whippet catastophe.

Upon the return of the Good Earl, we found a Wampus cat in his cloak, unbeknownst to him. After some talented wrestling with the vermin, the animal taught us the secret to perfect dumplings.

What happens in Slippery Rock stays in Slippery Rock (or leads to a sprained ankle, I'm not sure which).

I felt the pangs of hunger earlier in the week, and snuck a few of the Good Earl's whippet cookies, prior to their tragic end. The Good Earl keeps count of how many whippet cookies he has at all times. He was furious when he found out some of his delicious whippet cookies were missing. He asked me if he knew anything about the missing whippet cookies. I laid the blame on field mice. Seeing the army of kittens earlier lent strength to the statement and the Good Earl declared war on field mice and began setting traps all around the camp and placed a load of traps that resembled a shield wall around his whippet cookies inventory. I thought about telling the good Earl the truth (truth is a virtue), but I wanted to wait and see how all of this played out. I then ran to get cookies and juice boxes from the market for the 'siege tailgate' that would be happening soon.

Credits: Rondalynne Seren, Gwen na Preachain, Ellen Delacey,  Bryce McLaren, Bjorn Stillingr í Thorfjall, Ingridr Thorvaldsdottir, Billius Bogwater

Pennsic LII day 9 – Shirt sales seemed good today and our inventory is starting to show it. Things are running low, which is great for us, not so much for anyone late to our booth looking for wares to wear home.

 

I took a walkabout today in search of some antler-horn buttons the Good Earl was seeking. I found a merchant with them and also located a linen vendor that I did not think was at the event this year. Their locate changed, which sometimes happens. Upon reporting the location of the merchant with the desired buttons, the Good Earl dispatched there and returned with a bag full of assorted buttons of horn and bone.

 

After our evening meal, we took a stroll again for a bit to walk off our meal and stretch our legs. Later under a clear, starry sky we discussed A&S projects until court opened, as is sometimes the custom, behind the tent. A good knight with 2 squires in tow came to his camp seeking wisdom and stories of old. The discussion went late, in good company and casual revery.

An archery target with a picture of me wielding a lightsaber at the Shire of Easaraigh's archery practice.

Crowdsourced day 9

The day started with a swarm of gnats, moving away, with my breakfast. Only to be replaced by a swarm of mosquitoes that drank my tea and took my lunch after I passed out from hunger and the loss of blood. I woke up to find the booth very busy with Benen trying to kick me awake. I finally got into the groove and mixed up 13 orders before finally getting to eat my supper, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Later that evening, as the sun was setting, I found I had mysteriously picked up a peanut allergy. After a quick trip to the emergency room, I fall onto my cot only to awaken and realize it was all a terrible dream. Scared to death, I hoped my day would pass uneventfully. But, as luck would have it…

There was a plague of locusts, it rained frogs and I found an unlimited supply of thin mints. It was a good day in spite of the insect plague. Which was somehow, almost foretold to me in my dream.

Anyway, I went to my small table in front Renaissance Arts & Designs booth, as is my custom and how I 'help' the Good Earl manage his very lucrative business with the various 'services' I offer. Upon the table was a red tablecloth with a single wine bottle holding a candle that was melted down to a nub. Two rather large and intimidating figures (we got them from rent a thug, located in the Bog) stood slightly behind me wearing pinstripe tunics. Earl Benen was attempting to speak to me but was constantly rebuffed by the two men repeatedly asking "Do youse got an appointment?"

I sat comfortably with his small plate of cannoli and a demitasse of espresso watching all the people pass by, occasionally directing one of 'my guys' to help folks to the booth with great persuasion. It is always an offer they cannot refuse. I present them with a favor, and "One day I may ask you for a favor in return." The business model isn't for everyone. People should let me know if they see anyone else trying it. You have to protect your territory. Well, I had cannoli in his cheeks and many did of our patrons do not fully understand my words when it's 'Canoli Time'. The lesson here is to always chew with your mouth closed, chew your food completely and swallow your food before you speak.

I tried the "ride a trebuchet" attraction today. With my box of thin mints, I was launched into the air over Mount Islin. The view was great and the cool air was a boon. While the ride was fun, the landing was not for the faint hearted. Lucky for me,  I landed in a pond near the Shire of Easaraigh’s Archery Practice. That is a really good trebuchet. I found a light saber and tried my best to protect targets from arrows. Well, I was cut in half at some point (probably my skill at light saber to blame) and the folk's there put me back together and sent me on my way. It's a long walk back to Pennsic, but I had Thin Mints to add some spring to my steps.

I made the perfect dumplings for dinner, as learned from the Wampus Cat,  and shared them with a Sasquatch, they live in the Bog, who in turn gave me the recipe for squirrel stew.

Reality no longer exists. There is only Pennsic, and T-shirts.

Previously, as we all know, I had snuck a few of the good Earl's delicious whippet cookies. Earl Benen had put mouse traps all throughout the inside of the tent, and the outside perimeter in defense of the cookies. Little did I know that the good Earl put mouse traps all under the sheets on my bed as well. I didn't pay attention when I pulled back the sheets and sat down. There was a nasty surprise for me as I landed. I screamed in agony, and the Good Earl popped in thinking he had caught a culprit. I told the good Earl that it was good thinking because you never know where the field mice will pop up. The next day, I had the desire to hit the pick up field again, little did I know but a mouse trap had found it's way into my codpiece. As I mounted kit, I heard before I felt something snap, and I howled loudly in surprise and discomfort. Earl Benen came to my side, barely hiding a mischievous grin under his concerned expression. It was then that I confessed that it was I that got into his cookie stash and I begged for forgiveness and offered to pay restitution in any manner he would find acceptible. The Good Earl told me that I was like a son to him and if he wanted some delicious Whippet cookies, all I had to do was ask. After first aid was applied to my pride, we went to the nearest market and the good Earl purchased both of them their own box of delicious Whippet cookies. We bonded over cookies and brews (well, I had a nice cup of decaf coffee) until we fell asleep.

After the morning reenactment of 'The Birds', it's been a calm enough day. If you don't count visitors who haven't showered since they arrived.

Credits: Griffin O'Suaird, Jean-Claude von Adlerstaat, Bjorn Stillingr í Thorfjall, Kalliope of Aexone, Billius Bogwater, Iain MacArthur, Kevin Eriol, Hrothgar of Mercia, Gwen na Preachain, Asa Kolbrún

Image of bronze ingots.

Pennsic LII day 10 – I stayed mostly around the tent. Good traffic today in the booth and shelves are emptying further.

I’ve got a A&S project in mind concerning making bronze. It is pretty basic in scope involving the mixing of copper and tin to create bronze. A&S doesn’t have to be elaborate or complicated. Simple is fine and it is something I have been wanting to do. I have some preliminary research to do. Need to gather materials and then get on it. Benen preaches the gospel of the ‘build book’ to record everything in. I plan to start when I get home.

The Earl held court again this evening. Many topics were broached and discussed. The importance of senior peers in the society is a recurring theme I see when I witness these spectacles. ‘It takes a village…’ is the concept that is always evident and proven. The knowledge and wealth of experience is there for anyone. The only cost is to present the question to reap the reward.

Crowdsourced day 10.

Having gotten a little bored,  Earl Benen and I decided to eat our weight in whippet cookies. We became sumo sized and entered team melee competitions. We decimated every opponent on the field and were given the team name 'Brothers of Destruction'. They used the prize money to buy more whippet cookies. Lucky for us, most of our size increase what from whipped marshmallow and we quickly returned to normal once we let the air out.

I was on the thrown weapons range today. I decided to throw pancakes at a target and yell "Order Up" with every throw. I was having fun and I wasn't hurting anyone, so Syr Griffin let me continue. I eventually ran out of pancakes but was lucky to find a biscuit Earl Benen made. It was very hard though and bounced back at me blackening my eye. This must make me make me a Master of the Order of the Mark now. Since I have been 'marked' by a 'one true biscuit' and not some rubber, dog toy.

After I left the range, the Sasquatch (from the bog) and I went on a town run to grab bottled water. The Sasquatch became enraged at a Slim Jim ad and being a noble steadfast companion, I joined the squatch in conquering the WaWa, which is now the north Meridian embassy. Ad Astra!

I have adopted a new catch phrase, “The Clyde abides”. I finished my day with a delicious nonalcoholic White Russian as a night cap.

Credits: Billius Bogwater, Griffin O'Suaird, Iain MacArthur, Ingridr Thorvaldsdottir, Bjorn Stillingr í Thorfjall, Asa Kolbrún, Stilicho Vandal

A table with candle and checker table cloth.

Pennsic LII day 11 – Went to the bookshop today looking for metallurgy books. They have many interesting books, but did not have anything specific to what I was looking for. 

Our inventory is very low today. We expect to be sold out of almost everything before Midnight Madness. That will make the evening interesting. Glad he brought a lot of business cards.

Our friend, Sir Marek, had a grand day in the woods battle today. He managed to capture and ransom the Queen of the Middle. That, dear readers, is a big deal in the SCA game or at least, should be. He is on cloud-nine and regaled us with a very good retelling of the feat.

Ransoms are a game within the game. In the middle ages, many tournaments were fought expressly with the idea of capture and ransom as the goal. This also carried over to the battle field and there are many examples of this through history. In the SCA, it isn’t as prolific as it probably could be. The Good Earl talks about it a lot and how it makes for a really cool add to the game we play embellishing the sport, creating rivalries, etc. Of course, both parties involved have to be on board with it for it to work. When everyone is on board, magic can and will happen as it did for Sir Marek today.

Crowdsourced day 11

After waking up on the morning of day 11, I recollected that those without pants at the "men without pants" party, probably should have had them. *checks for pants* Look, I'm just saying it's not cold enough to wear 28 shirts at a time, and no one will buy them now, and a small women's shirt, properly applied, can be a sleeve, pant leg or belt favor if you want it to.

Someone absconded with my table and chair from the front of the booth. I grabbed my violin case and heading to the Bog to "find them". Fuhgeddaboudit.

We did not feel well after eating all of the whippet cookies and fighting all day full of marshmallowy goodness. We needed to slim back down some more, so we drank lots of prune juice and milk of magnesia. The plan worked, but the only battles we fought today were the wars waged in our stomach's.

While I enjoyed the peace of a broken phone, there would be disappointment on the homefront since I could not take Ellen DeLacey video shopping this year. The merchants were also dismayed at the loss of income. Benen was just fine with not having to haul spoils of war home for her. I has sad.

On my way to the porta, I nearly slipped in a slick spot caused by a spilled pot of chowder… steadying myself, I 'Captain Morganned' and broke the 4th wall announcing “the Clyde almost slides!!”.

The Good Earle, hearing my announcement, just sat there angry for no known reason. And in his anger he was at his happiest.

Credits: Iain MacArthur,  Bryce McLaren, Gwen na Preachain, Billius Bogwater, Ellen DeLacey, Stilicho Vandal

Pennsic LII day 12 – I went over to the pickup field again today for the ‘Meet and Beat’ gathering. There was good comradery and many skilled fighters there made good on the promise of quality matches. Ive found some patterning fallen into and need to work on. Need to remember patience and good defense first then the rest.  That will be my mantra for a bit until I start feeling like Im at a good place again.

The Midnight Madness shopping event was tonight. While inventory was low, we still had a lot of traffic in the tent and many sales were made. The usual support crew I have come tonight as the ‘Pennsic Retinue’ attended to the Good Earl and his enterprise. AS we sold wares through the evening, a jovial atmosphere was established and maintained. As much a social event as a sales event, Midnight Madness is a special and unique aspect of the big SCA event that is a major value-add for coming to the large SCA gatherings. I am privileged to be able to share this with my Earl and these fine folks that help make it all happen.

Crowdsourced day 12

Cookies must be enjoyed in moderation. Too much of something good, can be something bad.

After the battle, my companions wanted to take the wagon back to Merchant row, I stood at the wagon's prow as we moved through camp and declared loudly, “The Clyde rides!!”. Many amazed onlookers could be heard commenting, 'Look, he rides and abides'. And little Timmy chimed in, '…don’t forget slides!'.

It's Thursday now, and we are still cleaning up from Midnight Madness. We have Duchess Rebecca asleep under the shelves, and no one will wake her up, because that is not something one does. I made sure she had a blankie and pillow, but that she was not covered by stuff left behind by shoppers. The Earl burst in waking the Duchess and surprising me, 'Ok, who forgot their pickle juice? And why could they not have left the tequila instead?' It was a very confusing day.

Credits: Billius Bogwater, Stilicho Vandal, Gwen na Preachain

Pennsic LII day 13 – Started later today and being up so late yesterday. Around lunch hour, I went over to visit a couple of other merchants looking for some things I was asked to get only to find that like us, many shelves were bare. The lesson here is that if you want something from a merchant at these events, get it early while they have it. Once it is gone, nothing to do but wait for the next big event they are at or order it from online if they offer the service.

Later in the evening, the Earl and I had some discussions on virtues and the value of doubt as a self- governing dynamic. Doubt, like conscience, drives us to be better and unfortunately, sometimes worse. It can be crippling if applied without grace or temperance. It can be motivating driving the need for self-improvement. Doubt is a valuable tool in an aspirants toolbox when used wisely.

Captain Jack Sparrow making landfall.

Crowdsourced day 13

I miss my home, my lovely bride and trusty canine companions. 

In a moment of pure inspiration, I opened a dog walking/snuggling business to get paid to walk service animals. Little did I know that, 'Dog' is a common name amongst the Tuchux. Hilarity ensued when I tried to walk the very hairy, 350 pound man in the loin cloth. I am forbidden by Pennsylvania law from commenting on the attempt to snuggle said man. Maybe after the trial.

They don't call it midnight madness for nothing. This is what winning looks like!

After the 'Dog' incident, they found me sitting in the Crow's Nest of the Pirate Ship down in the bog. Several men attempted to bring me down but as they approached I looked at them and simply said "You got my espresso?" When they shook their heads no, I replied very calmly, "Look, you go get my espresso, I'll make sure everything is fine from up here." Confused, the crew members climbed down and proceeded to the food court to get the espresso.

I was reported to the Watch, but stood my post. Every time someone climbed up to remove me, they were sent on an errand to some random place at the War. When each person returned with the item requested, I thanked them and pressed a coin into their hands. The men kissed the ring on my hand and climbed back down and went about their business. The owner of the ship finally decided that enough was enough and went up the rigging to the Crow's nest. As he approached, I ever calmly asked "You got my newspaper? I can't start my day without my newspaper." The man suddenly seemed confused and felt compelled to offer to get the papers, the papers. He climbed down and wandered off. That was at 9am this morning... he hasn't yet returned. And still, I watch...THE BOG

I decided to try some equestrian activities and as I was riding I got splashed with mud, obscuring my face and the horse took off at a gallop. One witness asked who the rider was, the horses handler shouted back “that is Clyde astride!"

Credits: Griffin O'Suaird,  Iain MacArthur, Bryce McLaren,  Stilicho Vandal

Pennsic LII Day 14 – Last day. Pack out was started early and completed with the help of many hands. Close to record times. That was the only crowdsourcing we had today and it was totaly the best. Only a few boxes to load and a trailer lightened by success at Pennsic. The space at the corner of Woad Way and Broadway is now empty. Our wagon heads south into the Cumbrian lands and our waiting welcome home.

Fare the well, friends! Safe journey to thee.

Meistr Eoin Mac Cana, OP
Warden of the Northern Plateau
Squire to Earl Benen MacTire
Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies
SCA, Inc
#mysca

Clyde's Travels - Gulf Wars XXXIII

King's Arrow Ranch
Lumberton, MS
8-15 MARCH 2025

Herein, you will find my daily updates as posted to my Facebook profile during the course of the event. Enjoy.

Photo of me returning from the bridge battles at Gulf Wars XXXIII. Photo Credit Osanna van der Linden.

Gulf Wars XXXIII Day 1 - The good Earl and I spent most of the day traveling. The journey slowed somewhat by the misfortune of some other travelers and improvements being done to the highways themselves. We departed our home on the the Cumbrian Plateau at daybreak, arriving at the famous Kings Arrow Ranch a few hours before sunset. The check in process was very easy, as it has been its condition for several seasons now. In short order, we found our space in the merchant’s area right where we left it and dove in to our setup routine. Little word spoken. Undirected choreography guiding us through to an end state we both know too well. The marquee roof raised. Renaissance Arts and Design is now present and accounted for. Trailor unloaded. Truck unloaded. Walls up. My tent setup in the back along with our kitchen and quiet space. This year I am staying with the Earls camp on merchant row, a similiar arrangement to his camp at Pennsic. Laterns are hung. Bedding placed. A smooth but tiring effort. Earl Benen and I make good time in the work before darkness sets in completely. Sporadic light rain starts falling with thunder in the distance. Tomorrow on to setup of the front and make ready for greeting shoppers. For now, a deserved rest. Good night. Sleep tight.

Tent up, trailer unloaded, but more work to do before ready to go. Gulf Wars XXXIII, March 2025.

Gulf Wars XXXIII Day 2 - Today was by at least my own account, a work day. The good Earl and I broke fast in our shared quiet space behind the merchant tent. Hot water for coffee, tea and oatmeal to start our day. Sated, we launched into the final preparations of the tent. Vehicle and trailer safely stowed. Shelving raised. Fixtures assembled. Garments hung and folded. Wares unpacked and laid out in a manner that would make Kajit proud. ‘Are you open yet?’ Heard from the street. Answered, ‘Why, yes. Yes we are’. Business was started steady and reached a slow boil a few times. When next I looked up, it was dusk. Many visitors today. All of our new folk from Easaraigh came through with greetings. smiling faces and excitement shown in them all. The Earl held court many times through the day, as is common when he is in public view. Stories shared and tales told all afternoon. Friendships and patronages restored. We lunched and supped at the camp store. Dinner was shared with Count Dafydd, a good friend to the Earl. The menu there has gotten more robust and is not too bad. Our evening closed back in our social space behind the tent with Sir Marek as our guest.  We talked long into the night before weariness overtook us. Good night. 

Front of the Renaissance Arts and Design tent on merchant's row at King's Arrow Ranch during Gulf Wars XXXIII in March 2025.

Gulf Wars XXXIII Day 3 - had the first day of fighting today. Got up. Ate breakfast and the off to inspection. Armor inspection was chaos. A few hundred combatants all standing in various queues with shouted announcements thrown in for good measure. But, in spite of its messy and disjointed appearance the whole process was very efficient once you got over the bit of shock the scene presented. The first battle of the day was the field battle. Xenos and I got our first chance to field the banners he had made for the signifier role. The signifier is a standard bearer. The role, in our application, is an enhancement of the command and control in SCA melee. Like the signal corps of a modern army, the use of a flag in a battle can be used as an enhancement of command and control. It is a very visible communication tool. For the field battle today, Xenos and I both carried a standard on the field. He moved with the Northen Warband of Meridies while I stood in the center of the main body.  With the concept being new or at least not present on the field for Meridies in many years, we found ourselves writing doctrine on the fly as to what the specifics of the Signfier would be in realtime. Some things I found were very intuitive. Like helping to move our people to where we wanted them to be. I’ll call this the ‘Map Pin’ effect. I also found it was useful to help get our unit lined up by holding the banner staff parallel to the ground over my head oriented perpendicular to the direction we wanted everyone facing. Both of these things were grasped quickly and easily by everyone. The rest  more experimental, like fighting with the banner. Xenos and I both chose to fight banner with a sword in the other hand. For most of the field engagements, it seemed this format had us working much like a support weapon system in the structure of things. I felt pretty good about the application and effect of the signifier concept.  For the second series of battles today which were bridge scenerios, I asked for volunteers to carry the standards and we had a couple of ready hands jump at the chance. This also made me feel very good about this new thing we were introducing to Meridies and some hope for the future of its application. The fighting was good overall for my experience. I know I faced fighters from the Middle and Trimarian kingdoms today. Known for great prowess, I found them to be tough and fair opponents. At the conlusion of the atmored fighting, I went ivervtibthe Rapier field with a banner for them to use snd got to help yhrm a little bit during their engagements. I may get rapier authorization in order to carry a standard for them.  Well see. After their battles finished, I returned to the merchant booth. Cleaned up my kit and myself, then helped Benen close things down. Business was steady for him and he was in good spirits. We had pizza at the local cantina. It’s a little doughy, but the sauce and toppings are very good. Overall, it is not bad. We returned back to our space behind the tent for a series of visitors and subjects of discussion before calling it done. I am tired but in good spirits for a day spent on the field, in harness and in the sun. Good night, friends.

Drogo inn Keiliselgr carrying the Stars and Bars banner during the raving battle at Guld Wars XXXIII. Photo Credit Osanna van der Linden.

Gulf Wars XXXIII Day 4 - another day of fighting for me. Good start to the day rolling right into the first battle. The first battle today was a town battle. It was really fun and tiring. I’ve included a layout. The fighting was a capture the flag type of battle with resurrections. It was hard work but lots of smiles and happy people. The second fight I participated in was an archery and thrown weapon fight. It was like a game of tag or dodgeball in how it worked out it. Was also very fun, but I was so gassed from the earlier fighting that I gave up early when I felt my endurance was gone. I really liked the town format. It was a challenging. The engagement was close quarters. It was essentially the type of melee fight I would make for myself if I ever made one. The archery and thrown weapon battle was also very fun  I confess that I was just too tired to really enjoy it. All our Easaraigh fighters had a blast, thought one fell victim to an ankle sprain during the fighting. Back at the ‘home’ tent, I helped Earl Benen close up shop and we went to get some salad at the local cantina. Shortly there after we were remindered that we had visitors tonight. And, they brought food. So, we have plenty of food. The good Earl opened court behind the tent tonight and hosted several dignitaries from many kingdoms. The conversations ran late. Today was a very good day al around. Tired, happy and content. I’ll sleep hard tonight.

Myself, Earl Benen and Mistress Thallasia at the start of Moonlight Madness at Gulf Wars XXXIII.

Gulf Wars XXXIII Day 5 - The longest day. Today started off later than typical for us. Knowing that we would be open late into the evening for Moonlight Madness, we opened late. Earl Benen and I took some time to wander before we dropped the tent wall and we visited several of the merchants that opened early. I was able to find and acquire items from my shopping list as we strolled through the merchants area. With the sounds of tournaments echoing through the camp, we opened and started making preparations for the busy evening shopping event. Moonlight madness is a scheduled activity where all the merchants stay open late into the evening. Minstrels come out and play music along the thoroughfare. Throngs of people come out and the merchant area becomes THE place to be. It can be magical. From the merchants perspective, it is the busiest day of the week in most cases. Preparations made, we settled in to await the impending rush. This year Mistress Thallasia Hellenis joined us to help. The evening ran smoothly, I have learned over several seasons now how the booth works and the teamwork is solid between the Good Earl and I. The addition of Thallasia was a boon to us and helped bolster us in our preparations and as the flow of activity increased. The night ran very smoothly and many of the Renaissance Arts & Design creations found new homes. I will take a moment to send out a special thanks to Baron Thorkel and Countess Zbina for generously sharing meals and friendship this week. They are the most gracious of us and the pillars of courtesy. Thank you. Late into the evening, the crowds died down and the merchant area found its way to a weary quiet. Sir Marek stayed with us after we closed and we talked into the early morning. It was a long and good day.

Moon at Kings Arrow Ranch during Gulf Wars XXXIII in March 2025.

Gulf Wars XXXIII Day 6 - Time at the event grows shorter. With an impending major potential weather event showing signs of likelihood, GW will be cut about a day shorter than usual this year. The weather is expected to hit the region Friday night into Saturday and affects almost everyone in MS, TN and AL. So, we will most likely be packing up tomorrow for safety. But, today there was still a lot of action to be had. The hardest fight at GW was today - The Ravine Battle. An hour long resurrection fight with up hill climbs in all directions (at least that’s is how it seems) on the hottest day of the event this year was the special of the day. I dove in with my mates in Crawhere on the far left of the Ansteorra line. And, well… went down hill from there (pun intended). It’s a hard slog but, mostly cordial for something of this nature. Fatigue being the hardest hitter of the engagement, it usually rears its head late in the fight resulting in some harder than intended shots. To this explanation, I have added a snapshot of myself I took after I got back to tent and removed all my gear. In the final minutes of the fight, I took an overzealous shot, in an upward angle to the left cheek of my helmet. The shot had enough force to push the helmet into my nose and forehead. The result looks much worse than it was. Just some scrapes and soreness is the only harm done. I’m fine. My helmet is fine and I am sure the other guy’s spear is probably fine too. Contrary to how I appear, I had a ton of fun and laughed all the way through. I skipped court today so missed some action there. I usually go but needed to rest a bit. (humblest apologies to Your Majesties). The Good Earl kept the shop open a little later than usual to milk another sale or two since we will be shutting down earlier than normal. Afterward, he open court behind the tent and attended to his subjects. Not many visited tonight as there are several parties going on.  There is a lunar eclipse tonight but I’ll be asleep before it presents. I did get a few neat-ish pics of the moon just now that I liked. Good halo effect. Anyway. Tired me sleep now. Buenos noches.

Earl Benen and I heading home from Gulf Wars XXXIII.

Gulf Wars XXXIII Day 7 - The returnecking. So today we loaded up. A day early. Only had a small handful of GW shirts left, so that is good. The wind really picked up as we were packing. The Good Earl and I made good time packing and left a mostly empty merchants area in our wake. Will be home late and might event beat the first part of the rain. Everyone stay safe. Godspeed. See you again soon.

Fare the well, friends! Safe journey to thee.

Meistr Eoin Mac Cana, OP
Warden of the Northern Plateau
Squire to Earl Benen MacTire
Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies
SCA, Inc

Clyde's Travel Log - Knight's Gambit 2025

Knight's Gambit 2025
Dalwhinnie Fields
Marion, AL
15 February 2025

During a warm respite from winter’s embrace, four companions, who call the Shire of Easaraigh home, did ride south through the dean unto the rolling hills surrounding Iron Mountain into the lowlands of Dalwhinnie Fields for the event, Knight’s Gambit. The long running event is a chance for armored combatants to test mettle in the Robert Hightower tournament with opponents not of the Order of Chivalry. Only non-chivalry are allowed to compete. After the tournament, the attending chivalry come to the fore for instruction and council for those aspiring to attain the rank of knight or just work on their craft. The traditional event of the Shire of Thorngill is a great place for those wanting to improve their trade in armored combat to test, train and hone their skills.

Photo of Sigmund, Ronan, Sindri, and I at the event.

I have attended the event several times over the years, but for my comrades from Easaraigh it was their first. With me there was Sindri Brynjarsson, a new and enthusiastic fyrdsman. Strong in the arts and secrets of Crom, he is always moving forward and learning. Sigmund Nacht made the journey. A more handsome fighter, both in and out of kit, you will never know. Well travelled in knowledge, having spent time in Trimaris, Sigmund is a true companion and as honorable as they come. Lastly, my squire brother and long time friend, Ronan of Axbridge filled out our party. Like Sindri, in his chest beats an artists heart but on the field he is a fierce foe not to be taken lightly. 

Our motley cadre travelled down the day before the event and stayed at lodging in the nearby hamlet of Marion, AL. The lodging was adequate, although unusually busier than normal for a remote inn. The location is a short distance from Dalwhinnie Fields. We arrived late in the evening and supped at a nearby restaurant that served Mexican cuisine called Chatinos. The food was good and filling after the long journey. Tired, we all retired to lodging to rest for the coming dawn.

The next day greeted us, cloudy with a strong breeze. We broke fast at the inn then went to the site to prepare for the day. Dalwhinnie fields has become a unique and popular venue in our hobby and adjacent hobbies alike. Having a medieval appearance, the site in middle Alabama is a great backdrop for creating an atmosphere and emersion for recreating history.

First on the days agenda was the Robert Hightower ‘Memorial’ (yes, they know he’s not dead yet) Tournament. Our troupe from Easaraigh all made ready and added our names to the list. The tournament had 30 entrants. It was a standard double elimination format. The list was excuted well and run without significant pause.

The warriors from Easaraigh all made a good accounting of themselves. Fighting with honor and determination honed in local training at home. Sindri turned heads in his adorned leather harness, advancing a few rounds before being matched with Sigmund, who won their pairing putting Sindri out of the list. Sigmund, with enviable franchise, made it a couple of more rounds before he was bested by Gato de Valencia. Ronan hit a wall named Boros the Bold shortly afterward, ending his very successful run of dual sword style in the tournament. I made it to the semifinal round where I lost to Xenos Theodrikes, a fellow companion of the Sable Sword, who would go on to win the tournament.

Video highlights of Easaraigh combatants in the tournament.

While the Robert Hightower Tournament is an important part of Knights Gambit, the true heart of the event is the chance for individual work with the knights that attend the event. This was the focus in the afternoon.

Prior to the start of the afternoon session, HRM Barthelemy, bade the Sable Sword, an order I am part of, to ‘hold the field’ after the tournament conclusion. And, we made an effort. But, it feels like we did not succeed. The idea, at least my interpretation of the intent, was that the Companions of the Sable Sword, an order who’s membership consists of tournament fighters chosen by tournament fighters to represent the best of Meridies in armored combat tournament, would accept challenges from anyone wanting to fight after the tournament before anything else happened. A break in the action between the tournament and the ‘Knight Action’ that was to follow. It started OK, but quickly fell away as the knights in attendance, who have been waiting around for a chance to get into kit and partake, flooded the eric and the field was suddenly a chaotic frenzy of pickup activity. We, the Sable Sword who were not knights, all but forgotten in the fray and soon went our own ways to find our own knights to challenge. Feels like we (or at least 'I') left something fall to the ground there and a penance is owed or maybe its just my sense of duty being overly critical. At the very least, the execution of the directive could have been done better. Something to work on.

So, the knights entered the eric and took command. Either through patiently waiting for walkup challenges or requests, or by seeking out individuals that they felt needed their attention or council. In any case, the list was crowded for the rest of the afternoon. Sparring, conversation, comradery would rule the rest of the day. Each of us, my companions and I, sought our own trials, heading our separate ways. Occasionally our paths would cross, questions would be aired 'Have you met Sir So-and-so' or 'let me show you want Sir Whosit just taught me', As I said, this is the real focus of the event. Each armored combatant followed their own syllabus. An afternoon of lessons and contest to draw upon until each person's cup run over.

Photp of Ronan receiving his award.

During the afternoon, HRM Bartelemy called the populace to order and opened court. Therein, he made Ronan of Axbridge a companion of the Argent Shield. The Argent Shield is an order for armored combatants who have demonstarted skill and passion for all things related to armored combat in our hobby.

As is the nature of things, exhaustion found it's way into all of us and the list, once full, slowly emptied with nothing but the echos of combat carried on the wind to remind the us what had occurred. The contingent from Easaraigh, having left its mark on the field packed out and left Dalwhinnie. An encroaching storm lending some urgency to our step. It was a fun day spent in kit with friends and mentors that will not soon be forgotten.

Knight's Gambit, a worthy tradition in the Kingdom of Meridies. Our short stay caused us to miss the Friday night chess, the afternoon court and the evening feast. But, I am sure it was all outstanding as evidenced by the small portion of the event we did take part in. Our thanks to the Shire of Thorngill. 

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

Meistr Eoin Mac Cana called 'Clyde'
Squire to Earl Benen MacTire
Warden of the Northern Plateau
Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies

Clyde's Travels - Folkgemot

Folkgemot
University of West Georgia
Carrollton, GA
February 8, 2025

On Saturday, February 8th, 2025, I attended a ‘new’ style of event for the Kingdom of Meridies called ‘Folkgemot’. It was a day of meetings and managing some of the administration of the kingdom as required by the law of the kingdom and the charters of the various orders within. It was a trimmed down, trial run and a new concept that Meridies has not tried in recent memory.

A viking Allthing

A little history… folkgemot, the name, is derived from old English. The word and its variations span across cultures and time to identify traditions from Germanic cultures pertaining to meetings and/or meeting places. The etymology is ‘folc’ for ‘people’ and ‘mot or gemot’ for ‘meeting’. A ‘people meeting’ in literal terms. It’s the concept of people gathering to conduct the business of whatever it is they need to do or are doing. In many uses, it is related to open communication between leaders and the people. In Norse, Dane cultures, you sometimes hear the term ‘thing’ for a similar concept.

The Meridian Folkgemot was a planned set meetings in this first iteration. It has been tradition in Meridies to hold Order meetings on the back of traditional events in our kingdom. When I reference meetings, I refer to both the Orders of Peerage and the grant-level polling orders within this kingdom that each meet up to twice (or more times) a year. While convenient in theory to hold meetings at a normal event, this can take away people from the event for said meeting(s). Having official meetings at an event can be a drag on event participation and enjoyment for those involved. For example, I attended Castle Wars last year. I am in 3 polling orders and all three had meetings at the event. That tied me up for a little over 3 hours of my Saturday to attend said meetings. Time that I would have rather spent out of the fighting field or doing anything but sitting in a crowded space making use of Robert’s Rules.

At Folkgemot, I had 4 meetings to attend. I should note that the event was free to attend other than travel and boarding. I drove from my home and returned on the same day, so my expense was minimal. This first time run was limited to Peerage and polling order meetings. There was none of the other trappings normally associated with an SCA event. No food or classes were involved. Just business. There is hope that in a future iteration of this event that there be a fuller schedule to include classes on various topics and other accoutrements. 

Folkgemot schedule.

The experience was good, even in the economy version footprint. In the morning hours, I attended 3 polling order meetings. Efficient. I had a break both during and after lunch. During that time I sat around socializing. Watched some gents playing MTG. I also was able to sacrifice myself on the chess board to His Lordship Martin de Bernay for a couple of rounds. First time I have played in many, many years. In the afternoon, I attended my first Order of the Pelican meeting.

And that was my day. 

I was intrigued by the idea that Folkgemot presented. The practical archaeologist in me reveled (well, at least was strongly content) in participating in an activity that people have been doing throughout history. Yes, it was just SCA meetings, but framed in this idea of a clan gathering or a village assembly was cool (ish). I also like the idea of ‘just getting on with it’ in the Monty Python sense. Get all this stuff done now, in one place. Now, I don’t have to sacrifice any of my event participation for the next several months to ‘order business’ and miss out of what it happening at an event for it. That has a lot of value when you are part of a bunch of Orders in your kingdom.

There is a good chance this folkgemot concept will blossom and grow. It could have classes run by the different orders (what is the order of whatever, how to I get in the order of whosit, etc). Maybe there could be a curia at the next one or classes on how to run a feast or how to be a group officer. It could be a event driven by celebrating what the SCA is and how Meridies works. There is a lot of possibilities. Its neat to think about. I can hear Mr. Burns in my head, ‘Excellent!’.

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

Meistr Eoin Mac Cana called 'Clyde'
Squire to Earl Benen MacTire
Warden of the Northern Plateau
Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies

Clyde's Travels - Meridies War College and Fighters Collegium

Meridies War College and Fighters Collegium
College of Phoenix Rising
Etowah County Fairgrounds
Atalla, AL
25 January 2025

Banner from event flyer.

Before a dawning sun made it’s warmth known, in the depths of winter’s embrace, did Sigmund Nacht and I set forth to attend the Kingdom of Meridies War College and Fighter's Collegium. The journey through the southern passes from our Cumbrian plateau home was uneventful, arriving at the event site just as sol made it appearance over the eastern ridgeline overlooking us.

The land was embraced in the sharpness of wintertide, a blanket of frost yet slumbered awaiting the light’s rays to urge it on it’s way. Sigmund and I found a small attendance at the site and found it confusing that more had not arrived to the event. It was then that we discovered that the schedule had changed… our early departure from our warm beds was a good 3 hours early for the new time table for the event. 

While we had time to spare, we went ahead and prepared for the day in an unrushed manner. Eventually, others came about and we went through some warm up sparring as the other attendees made themselves ready for the day's activities. 

The War College and Fighter's Collegium combined event is a day of classes and exercises targeting the martial disciplines of our SCA hobby. There were tutorials for all disciplines with knowledgeable instruction followed by demonstration and/or practical application of the skills being taught.  Attendance was good, but probably lower than desired for a Kingdom level event. 

I was on the schedule to teach one class, 'A non-fighters guide to SCA combat'. I had two newcomers attend and was happy that I was able to share the class with them. I was also asked to assist with the small unit tactics class. Specifically, I was there to lead the discussion the ‘Charge’ concepts in melee for armored combatants. After the small unit tactics class, I supported the practical exercises and after action discussion. Because of the schedule changes and the classes I was involved in, I only had minimal time in kit actually fighting. That’s is OK. Sometimes your day can be that way, where you provide more support than anything else.

I was able attend a classes about ‘Aggressive Shield Techniques’ taught by Duke Wulfstan and ‘Polearms’ by Giermundr. Both classes were very good and well attended.

My travel companion, Sigmund, was inducted into the Order of the Argent Shield (while I was teaching a class). The Argent Shield is a first tier award for armored combatants in Meridies. Both earned and deserved, the recognition looks good on him. Huzzah!

In between the activities, I managed a couple of pickup fights. But, I mostly rekindled friendships and discussed plans for the upcoming Gulf Wars event with my fellow legionnaires of the Legio Ursi order. 

Big SCA war events require some level of advanced planning by the participants, not just the event staff. The average combatant to these events rarely puts much thought into the scenarios or how they play out. For a few, there is always some planning and preparation done before the event. We have commanders, starting with our reigning sovereign down to the members of the Legio Ursi, talking through and brainstorming ideas on how to succeed and win the different scenarios. I’ve been privileged to be included, on some small scale, in these activities for the past several years. It’s interesting. No plan survives the call of ‘lay on’, but it has really helped my perspective and appreciation for melee combat. My situational awareness is vastly better for the knowledge. By the time Gulf Wars starts, there will be a plan in place for how Meridies enters the fray and how we and our allies can achieve victory.

As old man winter, began to blanket the site with his icy breath, Sigmund and I loaded our mounts and spurred northward. Jovial discussion carried us up the valley and back to our hearth and home. 

Sigmund and I forgot to take any pictures, so here is the one we did take procuring victuals at a local royal eatery.

Our thanks to the College of Phoenix Rising for being an excellent host. Due to our travel itinerary, Sigmund and I did not partake in the feast offering. I am sure the menu delicious. We also did not stay for court, our most humble apologies to Their Royal Majesties. For these reasons, my overall commentary is fairly brief. 

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

Meistr Eoin Mac Cana called 'Clyde'
Squire to Earl Benen MacTire
Warden of the Northern Plateau
Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies