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

Clyde's Travels - Winter Market: An Artisan's Life

White County Fair & Fairgrounds
Sparta, TN
Hosted by the Barony of Glaedenfeld
December 14, 2024

On a blustery December day, in the winter of Anno Societatis fifty-nine, merchants and artisans from throughout the Kingdom of Meridies did gather for a faire in a valley south of the Shire of Easaraigh. The faire, known as Winter Market, was hosted by the Barony of Glaedenfeld, located in the fertile northwest of Meridies.

Photo Credit Ellen Delacey

My wife, Ellen, and I attended the event along with several others from our home Shire of Easaraigh. The event was in our backyard, after all. The site, the White County Ag Building in Sparta, TN, has become a mainstay for SCA events in our region, used many times by our shire in recent years. This year's event was big, in attendance and activities, with over 200 in attendance for the one day celebration. 

 

Photo Credit Ellen Delacey

Winter Market's primary draw has been its wide range of merchants. In addition to that this year, there was a new spectacle called ‘An Artisan’s Life’. The Barony also held tournaments for their Rapier and Armored combat champions.

Photo Credit Ellen Delacey

There were around 20 merchants, I think, and an equal number of artisans demonstrating their art.

Photo Credit Ellen Delacey

‘An Artisan’s Life’ was an effort to have artisans from varied disciplines setup demonstrations of their craft. The demonstrations ran all day. The range of displays was extremely broad from bronze-age to early renaissance and covered cultures from across the known world. Many, many very knowledgeable and enthusiastic people shared their passions with the attendees. It was a one of the best A&S oriented activities I have witnessed. Not just a simple class structure, this was a practical archeological exercise. It was a joy to behold, both demonstrator and spectator found value. It was hands on, tactile, and immersive. Something like this could and should catch on. In short, it was 'cool' (old norse, circa 900).

Photo Credit Ellen Delacey

There was a lunch. Again, I missed it because of fighting. Shame on me. Im told it was very good. Sir Griffin headed up the effort. Ah well..

There was a rapier and armored combat tournament for Baronial Champion for the Barony of Glaedenfeld. Duke Timothy’s squire, Jurgen der Vielfrass, was the winner of the rapier tournament. 

Photo Credit Culom of Gyver

For the armored tournament, there was some.. er.. hijinks at play. A couple of weeks prior to the event, Sir Haldr Thorsson made an announcement to encourage armored combatants from the area to come and participate in the tournament. It seems that the renowned knight has had the good fortune of being the Baronial Champion for the Barony of Glaedenfeld for quite a long time. I’m not sure anyone can remember when he wasn’t the champion. At least, no one maintaining the oral histories of the area can recall any name other than Haldr being champion of the Barony. Well, with that in mind, the participants of the list took it upon themselves to ensure that the name of ‘Haldr’ would continue on as the champion of the Barony. How did this occur, you may be wondering. Quite simply actually. When all of the combatants signed up for the list, they used variations of the name ‘Haldr’ as their nom de guerre for the tournament. The end result was we had a list of ‘Haldrs’ competing to be Baronial Champion and guaranteeing that the name of ‘Haldr’ would continue on and carry forward in the role. In the armored tournament, we had Smalldr, Talldr, Y’alldr, Cuphaldr, Thomas Haldrsson, “The Real Haldr”, Just Haldr, Don Haldr, Count Haldr, Xaldr and Meistr Haldr. The victory went to Duke Timothy under the guise of Duke Talldr. And thus, we, the armored community, ensured the legacy of the name of Haldr as Baronial Champion for the Barony of Glaedenfeld. Good times.

Photo Credit Ellen Delacey

Their Majesties and Heirs were in attendance. AoA’s where presented to Nobunaga and Boethius Blackheart from our area. Sindri Bynarrsson, from Easaraigh,  was presented with a well-deserved Meridian Cross. Several others were presented and recognized for achievement in court by Thier Majesties and Their Excellencies Glaedenfeld. We also witnessed the spectacle of the elevation of Xanthe Yfantes to Pelican at the close of court. It was a big day for everyone and a ton of fun was had.

Photo Credit Ellen Delacey

In the lead up to this event, I almost talked myself out of bringing my armor. I am sure I would have enjoyed my day just as much (so much to do at this event!). But, I found a nagging voice in the back of my mind urging me to bring kit. I have discovered that I have a new point of pressure that I will need to balance and temper. Since being elevated to Pelican, I have been adamant that my squire’s path will not be changed or allowed to languish in disuse. This voice comes from that idea I think. When I was debating the idea of not fighting at the event, I found that I had a strong urge telling me I had to be in kit to avoid the perception that because I am a Pelican now, I don’t care about fighting anymore. As silly as that may seem, now more than ever I feel a need to demonstratively prove my value as an armored combatant. To prove, that I am not just a Pelican. It’s a strange sensation and I almost feel guilty for it. I don’t like the feeling, but it’s there none-the-less. I do not want to rest on the bestowed peerage I have received. Finding even footing with being a Pelican and still treading my squire's path is wierd. It's something to figure out and wrap thoughts around how this all work's now. I guess this will be my inner demon for a bit. I was told in my vigil many times to expect changes. So far, the biggest changes seem to be in my thoughts and how I perceive my the world around me. I know I am not the first to fall into this train of thinking. That, at least, provides some solace. If other's have managed, so will I.

The end of the day was finalized with many hands of the attendees helping to load out and close down the event. Eventually, light dimmed to a cool winter evening on the plateau.

Farewell friends and safe journey to thee.

By my hand, this 14th day of December, Anno Societatis LIX being 2024 Gregorian, I am,

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

#mysca

 

#sca

 

#meridies

 

#glaedenfeld

Clyde's Travels - Magna Faire 2024

Camp Meadowbrook
Cullman, AL
Hosted by the Barony of Iron Mountain
December 7, 2024

In the veiled, becalmed morning that bespoke of Skadi’s cold embrace, I made my way to the southern passes, out onto the rolling hills that lie below the Cumbrian plateau of northern Meridies. The highways were clear as I made my way listening to a bard’s tale concerning the 2nd book of the Bobiverse. The lands of Iron Mountain would be my destination and the fierce, hardy folk that make their home there would be my host for their annual Magna Faire, a holiday oriented event with A&S competitions, tournaments and merriment.

I made good time and arrived to the site, Camp Meadowbrook, just as activities were gearing up for the day's festivities. The camp, near Cullman, AL, is a renovated site that had suffered through severe storm damage several years ago. The current iteration of the camp is a modern conference center type of facility with wide open spaces and meeting areas inside and out for attendees to use. The Barony of Iron Mountain was using the camp again after many years and is hoping to use it more in the future.

Camp Meadowbrook

I spent most of my time at the tourney field. I state this only to say that I missed most of the Arts and Sciences displays and classes that were held. I did catch glimpses of Sir Erik Martel’s diadems and tools display as well as Lady Ingridr Thorvaldsdottir’s paintings. Amazing skill on display in both. They both scored high in judging. There were several other entries and displays that I did not see unfortunately. At Magna Faire, there are two arts and sciences challenges. The Magna Faire open and a Kingdom Regional Faire are both offered for A&S entries. Entrants can have their submissions entered in one or both faires.  The Magna Faire allows entrants to judge each other's work to determine the winner of each category and overall faire champion. The regional faire is judged by Order of the Laurel peers and scored on the entry's merit alone. I believe scores were announced for 5 or 6 entries from the Kingdom Regional faire.  Dame Karis Pursey was the Magna Faire champion, but I did not get to see the winning entry to my chagrin. She did win several categories that were announced in court that afternoon to a raucus applause.

There were several classes taught throughout the day. I have provided a list of them here for your reference. Duchess Yasamin, who taught the 'Fancy Pants' class below as given a writ for the Order of the Laurel at court that evening.

List of classes at Magna Faire 2024

I was privileged to take part in a Toys-4-Tots tournament. The entry fee being a toy for donation. I brought several toys as did many others for both the armored and rapier tournaments. Over 200 toys in all from around 35 combatants. Huzzah! 

Duke Garick and Sir Richard in combat during Toys-4-Tots tournament

On the armored tournament field, we only had 9 combatants. The tournament was a double elimination tournament. Each fight was a best two of three passes to determine the victor. I went three rounds before I was out of the list. The two gentles in the final were the two that put me out, Sir Chinua and Duke Garick. All the fighters were very skilled and battled with grace and chivalry. Duke Garick won the day with sword and buckler. The buckler he wielded was a prize he won in a previous Toys-4-Tots tournament, so it has a neat bit of nostalgia and a good memory for him I hope.

Meridian Order of the Blade Invitation Tournament participants

The rapier combatants had 2 tournaments. They had the Toy-4-Tots tournament in parallel with the armored tournament. The Meridian Order of the Blade also held an invitational tournament with 26 combatants participating. Duke Timothy was victorious in both tournaments. His voice could be heard all day to the tune of Malory’s Morte d’Authur. His commentary was much to the enjoyment of all within earshot. He also demonstrated great generosity in court by bestowing the prize he received from the invitational tournament unto the fighter he bested, His Lordship Roy MacLucas.

I was able to sit some brief time in a social vigil setting with Sir Seumas, who would be elevated in court by TRMs Barthelemy and Oda later. Being his third peerage, he was as close as a person can be to a professional at the art of the vigil. The affair was cozy and comfortable with a fire pit and a good assortment of appetizers. The conversation was light hearted with smiles and memories shared. My kind of vigil. He’s a good SCAdian and a good peer in all regards.

Seumas's Vigil

I missed lunch. Because, I was fighting. It’s a dumb fighter thing that I do all the time. Shame on me. So, I cannot comment on the lunch that was served. Luckily I was able to get a bit a sustenance from my haversack and from what was served at Seumas’s vigil.

I closed the day with some entourage time bearing the sword of state in court. Over my time, I have had this honor a few instances now. Generally, the sword is held upright like a standard in procession and in court when standing behind the throne. Other than holding it properly, knowing the queues in court for when it is to be used in the business of the court is important. It can also be a small endurance test to just hold the sword up for the duration of court. The task itself is relatively simple but, it is not ever a burden and one of the most important parts of the grand spectacle of a royal court.

The sword of state is heavy with a history of the hands of all the monarchs to have cleared it from its sheath. It has seen many trials and tribulations, numerous  triumphs and celebrations, oaths sworn beyond counting. The weight of the sword is more than the sum of its making. It is the kingdom in material form. If you should ever be called to bear a sword of state, hold contemplation for those that came before and what that tool represents. Let the words of all those oaths spoken in its company flow through you and lend you strength. To bear a sword of state is not just a trivial function of service, it is an honor to hold dear and a part of the dream we create for our hobby. It is a privilege given to few and a way to pay homage to your sovereigns and to your kingdom. Treat it as thus and the weight of it becomes that of a feather.

Court business closed, I helped with tear down and load out before making my way back north to the lands of Cumbria, high on the northern plateau. My journey carried me home late in the evening, the bard’s voice continuing the Bobiverse tale from earlier in the day. Home, right where I left it, was bright and warm and welcoming. Farewell friends and safe journey unto thee.

By my hand, this 9th day of December, Anno Societatis LIX being 2024 Gregorian, I am,

Meistr Eoin Mac Cana, OP

Warden of the Nothern Plateau

Squire to Earl Benen MacTire

Shire of Easaraigh

Kingdom of Meridies

SCA, Inc

Clyde's Travels - Castle Wars: The Ancient Olympic Games

Bert Adams Scout Camp
Covington, GA
Hosted by the Barony of South Downs
November 21-24, 2024

As the autumnal celebratory preparations were manifesting in the Cumbrian lands of northern Meridies, I made my way through the southern passes to the heartland of our fair kingdom to the event known as Castle Wars. Hosted by the Barony of South Downs, the annual event has become a regular call to arms for training and planning for the army of Meridies. Added to this year's call, the sovereign had proclaimed a war council be held with representation from all the martial orders of our kingdom.

Photo by me.

I arrived at the war camp in the late evening on the 22nd of November. A chill was settling in the fall breeze. The walls of the hill fort stood tall in dusk shadow. Winter’s slumber was attempting to cover the camp in its embrace. Staying in a nearby inn, I corralled my horse and cart at the local stable before making my way into the camp proper to meet compatriots and find a warm fire. 

 

There were two peerage vigils slated for the evening, Captain Stefano Roggio (MoD) and THLady Essyllt Þrasa Fostra (Pelican). While I waited for the candidates to be put on vigil, I wandered a bit, helped setup a tent or two, and chatted with friends I came across. This being the first event since my own elevation, there were several people who, unable to attend the event where the action took place, offered commendation for the accolade. I accepted the commentary with my usual awkwardness or simple ‘thank you’. I am truly happy that folks think enough to recognize the achievement, even if I attempt to fly under cover and not draw attention to it. I am making an effort to not downplay the whole ‘thing’ in my efforts to move on and continue doing my own thing. It’s a bit of trying to find new footing with the new status.

 

Photo by me.

So anyway, I thought I would try to attend the vigils and do unto others now that I’m a peer. I did not attend vigils as a general rule prior to becoming a peer myself. It was a decision I made a while back, influenced by old SCA theory in my head. Specifically, it wasn’t that I don’t go to vigils, it is that I did not sign up for the ‘one on one’ time with the candidate that occurs during the vigil. Which, is the most important part of it and the whole point of the vigil. Yes, my vigil philosophy may have been dumb, especially in the light of current practice. As I write this, I don’t have a good answer as to why I set this personal rule in effect. <scratching head> Maybe, it’s a couple of things. For one, I wasn’t a peer and felt that advice and counsel for a  new peer should come from someone already in the order(s). Second, if I am honest with myself, I have a certain amount of discomfort in those situations where there is an expectation of something from me in what I consider a personal space. It’s claustrophobic and uncomfortable to me. While my elevation changed the first thing, it did not clear the second thing for me. With all of this in mind, I went to both vigils and chickened out on actually sitting down with either of them. Maybe Ill seek them out in a less formal space and offer some words of wisdom. Both, thankfully, had a vigil book. So, I took to quill and parchment and left them a message that I hope would have been as good as anything I might have said in person to them. It was a small thing, but felt right and still does. When I think of all the people that attended mine and spoke to me, I know I lost a lot of what was said. That silly vigil book though.. now that lasts and as long as they can read my handwriting will be with them. I think I am OK with that and maybe that will be my way to give them their due and share my bit of knowledge. 

 

Late in the evening I departed and retired to my room at the inn for rest.

 

The following day was heralded by clear, bright, blue skies. The good breeze blew banners proudly with a chill touch to it. It was not uncomfortable but ideal for martial activities.

 

As the army gathered, I socialized and offered some assistance to the royal retinue with pavilion and throne. To warmup and shake out my kit, I fought a few bouts with Sir Erick Griffin, an always worthy opponent. Soon thereafter, Sir Fiachna mac Phiaraic called us to the field for the scheduled battles.

I want to take a moment to shine some sunlight on the efforts of Sir Fiachna. As an armored combatant, I will say that it is and has always been a ‘damn fine’ experience having the honor to participate in combat scenarios he designs. The attention to detail is phenomenal. The historical hooks grounding them is masterful. We never get the same ole’ stuff when we play in his sandbox. I wholly look forward to being part of what he plans for our community. He challenges us on tactic and strategy. He revels in not only our enjoyment of his plan but in equal measure when we find a way to break his plan through our ingenuity.  There are very few in our community with a real knack for designing combat scenarios. Sir Fiachna is a true architect and master of the skill. Thank you, sir. Thank you.

Photo by me.

The scenarios, all based on Greek historical battles, led us through antiquity from the walls of Troy to Hellsgate to Greek myth. I fought my role as a shield man with tower shield and sword. I regret not being on the same side with my warband comrades, but team balancing was important and I went with Crawhere to the opposing side. There were many green hoods (the warband badge of affiliation) on the field, the warband is strong and I was happy to test my mettle against them and provide them a worthy challenge when I opposed them. Through several scenarios, outlines linked to this report, I did my best to fill my role within the tactical need demanded by the scenario. Most of this meant standing ground and owning control points and bottlenecks in the layout. This is the type of fighting I do well in and I had a blast. The toll of exhaustion hit hard later in the day, though.  If you every wanted to know what is was like to be a rock pounded by ocean waves, the work I did this day was a good facsimile. The combat was good. Friendly. Lots of smiling faces everywhere I looked. It was a really good fighting experience.

 

Sir Fiachnas scenarios page 1

Sir Fiachnas scenarios page 2

Later in the afternoon, my agenda took me from the fighting field to order meetings. The Bough, Legio Ursi, and Sable Sword all held counsel with our sovereigns. There was also a war council gathering. After that, I attended court as retinue for HRM and stood with the thrones to witness many recognitions and the wealth of our Kingdom in deed, story and generosity on display. I watched, first hand, the ceremonies for Master Stephano and Mistress Essylit and the bestowing of their regalia. I saw new bears being added to the ursine mantle and many new branches added to the Bough. The court was long, but worthy. Two more artifacts of Meridies past joined the Horn of Fidelity, the Mirror of Veritas and the Shield of Vert Pine. These were presented to their Majesties in court. The Iron Legion and Sir Conal Mac Dale and his Argonauts returning them home. The quest to advert the unknown peril as foretold by sorcerer Malachar proceeds well. Eight artifacts from Meridian history are required to stave off the threat. Three of the artifacts have been found now, 5 more to go.

Photo by me.

Court closed, I served a bit longer into the evening before HRM released me. My vigor spent, I packed my day camp and headed back to the inn for rest. The site, Camp Bert Adams, is a really nice place to visit with good facilities. The journey to site from the Cumbrian plateau to the north can be challenging but manageable. I left the Inn the following morning and made the trek North. My travel home was thankfully uneventful, making the journey in good time.

 

I heap praise on the Barony of South Downs for an excellent day in the sun. Your bountiful hospitality and welcoming nature always makes visiting a worthwhile endeavor. Thank you.

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