Clyde's Travel Log - Castle Wars 2018 and Staying Relevant

Went to Castle Wars this weekend. A very good event. Lots of SCAdians. Lots of stuff to do. Lots of fun.

For me, the event is starting to become a 'benchmark' on my timeline of various nagging injuries. Love the event, but almost dread it because of that.

Last year, I arrived at the event nursing a patella tendon problem that I had been carrying the whole year before. I fought with spear the first time ever and injured my right elbow (tendon issues). My knee got better, the elbow didn’t. So, I spent most of 2018 fighting left handed with sword and shield. About a month back, fighting left handed, I strained my left elbow (similar to the tendon issues in my right). Sigh. This led me to put down the shield and have a go at polearm at Castle Wars. I also brought my crossbow in case my arms needed a break.

What did I learn? Pole arm isn't too bad. I liked it and it isn't as hard on me as shield work in the wall is. CA arrows and bolts are attracted to you. There are some things that I couldn't do (like overhead work). But, most of the normal, low position stuff was doable.

During the field engagement and capture the flag engagements, I fought with my 7'3" slashing spear. It seemed to be a decent weapon for the engagements. Though I admit that I didn’t know a whole lot about what I was doing, I had seen people use them so had a some idea. After the first couple of engagements, I started figuring out where I needed to be and what I should be doing. I had a little success and much fun. Arm pain did creep up toward the end of the second engagement. I think it was related to the length and tip weight of the weapon held in a forward guard.

So, I took a break on the bridge and castle fights and got the cross bow out. This was the first time I had ever shot in a melee with it. Shame, I have been authorized with it for over 15 years. But, it provided a good low impact alternative to the pain I was having. CA is fun. It requires a little more attentiveness to your environment and 'what is down range'. I caught myself in the wrong a couple of times and had to correct my firing position lest I put something into the pavilions. Lots of challenge in that activity and I can see the appeal. I used all of my ammo and grabbed my split-rattan glaive for the last engagement of the castle battle.

It was in this engagement that I learned that overhead work was a no-go for my injury. Trying to work over the heads of the shield men and around the corners of the walls was strenuous. I really didn't get feel for the glaive. Will have to revisit it later.

Lucky enough for me, I made my overhead pain discovery as time ran out so I was successful in making it through all of the engagements of the day. I wasn’t up for pickup fights though. I feel the plan was a definite 'win' for me.

Later in the day, I had some folks comment on what I was doing. I made a comment about 'staying relevant'.  I think that came across weird. I thought on it on the way home from the event.

It's tough working through an injury. At this point in my SCA fighting lifespan, I don't know how many more opportunities I will have to be in kit on the field. Add to that, the idea that I am a squire. Being a squire means a lot of things, but most of all it means being on the field in kit. And all of that leads to this idea of 'prowess' that is so important when travelling the path of chivalry.

Prowess must be earned through effort and determination. I cannot affect my prowess if I am not in kit. My prowess is measured by those that surround me when I am in kit in the fray. My prowess is measured by my success at being a good fighter. As prowess improves, so does  my 'Franchise' and name-fame.

I guess my comment of 'staying relevant' was short-sighted. It is more about prowess and being there on the field and doing what I can to stay on my chosen path. I'm not advocating 'fighting hurt' If you are hurt, you are hurt. What I am advocating is asking yourself 'What can I do?' and doing it. It’s a fine line I am toeing. That line is on the fence between hurting myself worse and making a complete fool of myself. It hasn't been a picnic. It's been downright hard and discouraging at times.

So far, I feel like I am winning in some ways and losing in others. I now have a healthy appreciation of left handed fighting but have soreness in my left elbow. I finally got to do some combat archery, but know that it cannot carry me down the path. CA can provide me respite though when the nagging injuries become burdensome. I carried a polearm into melee for the first time and found that it is fairly enjoyable and may be more so if I actually get some people that know about such things to show me some pointers. All of these things came possible through self-inflicted injuries. And through the aches and pains, I have learned.

Picked up sword and board in my normal right-handed mode today at fighter practice. What did I find? I have learned some really good blocking technique from fighting left handed. I've learned some sword strikes that are effective, but don’t 'hurt' me. Fought at Castle Wars and found that I kind of like fighting with a pole arm and combat archery is cool. These little things, made possible through a willingness to try new things outside because I couldn’t do what I was used to doing.

Relevance…not quite a virtue. But, it is of value. At least, it is to me.

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

THL Eoin Mac Cana called 'Clyde', CACM, CKP2, CAS
Warden of the Northern Plateau
Squire to Earl Benen Mac Tire, KSCA, OL, OP
Knight Marshal, Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies

What is Crown List?

This past weekend, Meridies held the fall iteration of our semi-annual event, Crown List. I attended the event and as I usually do, spent some time thinking on my journey there and back about what it is all about anyway. My views here are my own perception of what a Crown List is to me, what I think it aspires to be, and maybe, if I'm not completely off my gourd, I will have some truths here that will be of some use or import to those who take time to read them.

Since the founding of the SCA (Society for Creative Anachronism), we have been somewhat fixated on the idea of 'tournament'. In my mind's eye, this is exhibited as combatants in heraldic finery dueling for the honor of the person who's favor they wear. This concept is strong in our society. The idea of Crown List finds its footing in the original founding of the SCA in the Grand Tournament of 1966.

The idea of becoming royalty by right of arms is a bit of a twist of history (i.e. - 'anachronism') that we SCAdians put into play. The concept itself derives from some late medieval ideas of 'king for a day' or from battles fought where the outcome determines who will rule (i.e.- the battles in England during the year 1066 for example). I would also suspect some fictional concepts are involved (i.e. Ivanhoe). Probably a little of all of these ideas were added to the mixing bowl to get our concept of Crown List. Regardless of its origins, becoming ruler of a kingdom by right of arms if a very, very SCAdian thing to do.

The Crown List is a kingdom event that recognized groups within a kingdoms borders can 'bid' on to host. Traditionally, the currently reigning royalty, Kingdom Seneschal and Kingdom Earl Marshal consult on the bids and make a determination on who 'wins' the bid. The hosting group provides the location, food, and support for the Kingdom to run the list. The Kingdom Earl Marshal runs the field along with the support of the order of Chivalry. On paper, it is a fairly simple event considering that it has a very focused objective to find the next heir. In Meridies, we also can have a 'Rose Ball' to celebrate and welcome the new heirs. So, it’s a tournament followed by a party. That’s it.

Crown List is a heavy combat activity. So, in order to become the ruling monarch of a kingdom, you must be authorized in SCA heavy combat. Heavy Combat is a foundation of the SCA. It is, as they say, part of our DNA. From time to time, I hear of people discussing the use other methods to determine who will rule. For my own part, I don't see a problem embellishing the Heavy Combat requirement with other activities, but the tournament itself should always be the focus. It's what we, as a society, came together to do. Its who we are. Supplementing this base requirement should never become a burden or limiting factor of the capability to hold a successful, honorable tournament. Anything that detracts from this goal should be discouraged.

All fighters recognized by a kingdom can apply to fight in Crown List. The keyword is 'apply'. There are laws set forth in each SCA kingdom that governs who is eligible to apply. Meeting these requirements is only the first 'hurdle' for an applicant. After application, each candidate it reviewed by the kingdoms current royalty in consultation with the Kingdom Seneschal and Earl Marshal. The monarch can then accept or decline an applicant. It’s a royal prerogative.

I have never been a royal, but I have known a few. The process of approving applicants for Crown List is a weighty burden to bear in my opinion. I could argue that it is one of the most important tasks a reigning monarch is given. Every entrant in the list has a chance to be the next ruler of the kingdom. Every one of them. Therefore, decisions made on who participates in Crown List contributes to a ruling monarch's legacy.

Think on that. Every person that fight's for crown has a chance to be the next heir to the throne. That is a heavy concept.  If you put yourself forward to vie for ruling the kingdom, you have to be prepared to rule the kingdom. The decision to fight for crown boils down to time, ability, support and finance as I see it. Can you commit a majority of your 'free time' to doing nothing by SCA activities for the next 12 months? Are you fit enough to handle the mental and physical stresses of being the leader of a kingdom? Do you have the people in your corner that you can rely on to help you be a monarch? Can you afford, out of your own pocket, to travel constantly across the lands of your kingdom without going broke in the effort? If you cannot answer these questions in the affirmative, then you probably shouldn't be applying to fight in Crown List.

So, as the reigning monarch looks at the applicant, they have to assume that the person is prepared for the role and that they have asked and answered the satisfactorily the questions above. They also must know that the applicant has met the requirements by Kingdom law. After those factors, now comes a simple question. Is this applicant a good representative of this kingdom? It is my hope at least, that this question is part of the decision process. As I see it, every person that enters Crown List must be a good presentation of who we are as a kingdom. When I look at the list and see who has been accepted, I want to feel good about everyone on the list and think to myself, they would be a good king or queen.

After the deliberations have been completed, applicants that have been approved are invited to attend Crown List. From this point forward, the individual participant controls the fate of the kingdom. On their ability and virtue rests the hopes of the populace. Our expectation, as a populace, is for a Crown List that draws the spectators into the drama as a well fought contest of skill unfolds before us that will lift the kingdom with floods of joy and pride in its royalty and all of the combatants that vied for the honor to lead. Our hope, as a populace, is that the new heir to the throne is molded though the process of competition on the field to become the leader we need them to be.

So, back to my initial question…What is Crown List? Crown List is a right we have as SCAdians. It is protected by laws. It is overseen by trusted leaders. It is made possible by the will of a kingdom's people. This culmination in action and subtle nod to our history is who we are as SCAdians. It deserves our attention, care and commitment each time it occurs. It should never be taken lightly or for granted. As a leader, it should be considered with diligence and forethought. As a participant, it must be dealt with dedication, honor and chivalry. As a populace, it is who we are and wish to be. For all of us, it is a piece of the Dream that we share.

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

THL Eoin Mac Cana called 'Clyde', CACM, CKP2, CAS
Warden of the Northern Plateau
Squire to Earl Benen Mac Tire, KSCA, OL, OP
Knight Marshal, Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies

Clyde's Travel Log - UNCHAINED Service of DOOM

Unchained Service of DoomThe Shire of An Dun TheineCamp Helen Harvest, AL03 November 2018

Credit Lady Asa Kolbrun

In the predawn light of November 3rd, AS 53, I took to the king’s highway to visit a Shire to our southwest called An Dun Theine. Accompanying me on the journey was a Lord Ronan of Easaraigh. We made good time over the southern highways as we descended from the plateau.

Our goal was the event 'Unchained Service of Doom'. The event was returning after several years of hiatus and of which, I had many fond memories from years past.

Ronan and I arrived at Camp Helen as the sun came over the treetops after an uneventful passage. Camp Helen was an excellent, well-kept facility that seemed ideal for the day's activities.

After warm, friendly greetings, Ronan and I trolled in and made our way to the field where we would spent most of our day. The weather was splendid for a fall day with regal blue skies filled with the warmth of autumn sunshine. 

There were three lists planned. The first, the 'Doom Tourney' to decide the newest member of the Legion of Doom. The Second, a List Class Mock Tournament to teach how to run and herald a list. And the last, The Service List. The Service List was a William Marshall tournament where entrants where canned goods were the entry fee. Each participant received 1 bead for 1 can. All proceeds when to the St Vincent de Paul Thanksgiving and Christmas Food Drive.

There were around 15 heavy combatants on the field, including Ronan and I. Most were familiar faces from our region of the Kingdom from all levels - novice to Knight.

The Doom Tourney was organized as a speed tournament. Each fighter was allowed 2 losses before leaving the field. Initially, we formed a line and paired from each end of the line until all combatants had an opponent. The first round was started and all combatants fought at the same lay on. Victors moved to one side of the field defeated to the other side. The pairing process was repeated for each side for each round until only two were left. In the end, Sir Randver won the day. At lunch, he was added to the rolls of the Legion of Doom and presented with the Doom regalia as was tradition - a Cloak of Doom (signified by the argent chain motif on purpure), the heirloom Chain of Doom (that carries tokens from each bearer from past Doom Tournaments), and the Sword of Doom (a relic gifted to the Legion by Duke John the Mad Celt). The tourney format was something new for me and was refreshing. I think I came out of it with a 2 and 2 record.

After some fun and energetic pickup fights, the List Class Mock Tournament was held. Several perspective list masters and mistresses as well as field heralds came to the field and ran an excellent and efficient double elimination list. Sir Erick Griffin was the winner of the affair. I don’t remember how well I did, but I do remember having a lot of fun.

After lunch, the 'Service List' was held. Through donations and entry fees, we all had more than enough tokens to stay on the field for a looooong time without concern of being ousted early. The field was open for 45 minutes. In the end Sir Caius won the day. I fought a lot, pushing myself to go as long as I could. Many of those engagements were against Sir Caius, he was a consistently stout foe the entire time. I did take one break, but was there at the end when time ran out. I was spent, happy and content. I fine time was had by all.

Lunch consisted of a stew along with some cabbage and sausage as well as some fruits and dessert. It was a hearty and warm meal was filling and sat well with me. It was very well done.

While I did not get to attend, there were many service classes held through the day on many subjects related to event and group planning and management as well as open discussions with kingdom officers, some of the service orders and peers. Lady Asa from our Shire of Easaraigh attended many of the classes and had good things to say.

Ronan and I had a ton of fun and were well spent as we retired from the field. I am glad for the return of Unchained Doom to the kingdom calendar. It was always a favorite event mine in years past. The Shire of An Dun Theine is an excellent host and gave us an enjoyable experience to remember. It was well worth the trip.

As the fall sun shadowed the sky, Ronan and I returned to the quiet, dark of the northern plateau to family, home and hearth with a joyful memory to share.

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

THL Eoin Mac Cana called 'Clyde', CACM, CKP2, CAS
Warden of the Northern Plateau
Squire to Earl Benen Mac Tire, KSCA, OL, OP
Knight Marshal, Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies

Clyde's Travel Log - The Faire of the Wolf

The Faire of the Wolfe
Shire of Redewolfden, Meridies
Murray, KY
20 Oct 2018

Early on the 20th of October, 2018, I took a journey to the farthest Northwestern point in the Kingdom of Meridies to an event hosted by The Shire of Redewolfden named 'The Faire of the Wolf'. It is a long journey for a day's event from Easaraigh, but I was blessed to have the good company of my knight and mentor, Earl Benen Mac Tire.

It was dark and rainy as we mounted my wagon for the trip west. His excellency had experienced some excitement on his way to our meeting place. A pair young deer had sprung from the undergrowth on the trail and nearly dismounted him. Both esteemed Peer and deer passed through the encounter mostly unscathed, if you don’t count the signs of the encounter that marked the beasts, tack and man, thus not hindering our planned journey west.

The journey to the site of the event was uneventful and pleasant. The weather cleared into a beautiful autumnal day with mostly clear sky and a gentle breeze.

The event location was at a local Shire church. The Redewolfden locals greeted us warmly. Several familiar faces were already there from the northern Kingdom making this a cozy, family-like affair with good company.

The Shire had prepared several dishes of meat and fowl, many desserts, and other delicacies for the attendance. All the food was hearty and appetizing. I believe the Apple Cobbler was a big hit based on the amount of feedback I heard from those who tried it.

Classes where held throughout the day. The subjects were varied and included a full, multi-part course on Chivalry, bardic improvisation, juggling, courtesans, games, heraldry, armor making, history, and equestrian. I did not sit in any of the classes. Those that I did see being held, appeared to be of good substance and attendance.

There was an A&S competition that was won by Solveig Hrokviss. She sung an excellent and humorous tune during the lunch break that she had written as her entry.

I spent my day on the tournament field. The Shire held two tournaments. There was great comradery on the field all day long with courtesy and honor for friend and temporary' foe alike.

The first act, a double-elimination contest that pitted the 7 northern fyrdmen in attendance in a friendly match in skill at arms. For myself, still presenting as a left-handed fighter who is not one, I failed in two attempts and became spectator for the final rounds. In the end, it was the Roman Marcus Tullius vs the Norman John Mailor to determine the victor. In the best two-out-of-three bout that followed, Marcus prevailed, both fighters demonstrating great talent in the art of combat in differing styles.

The second act was a William Marshal tournament. In this activity, there were 8 combatants vying for excellence over a half-hour span.  Everyone entered the field and kept at it for the full, allotted time, without much pause. I credit the cool day making this possible, at least for me that is. The affair ended with many smiles and at-a-boys all around. When the points were tallied we found that Marcus Tullius once again led all with the high score, followed closely by Giles (a recent migrant from Aethelmarc lands) and Legio Uv Orkney.

My actions on the field became more confident and comfortable as the day progressed. As I found my 'dexter' nature through the mornings, I was able to find some of my 'sinister' side later in the afternoon. It was the most fighting I have done in one go this year and I was thankful for the setting, opponents present, and the wise counsel of Earl Benen through the day.

The day at Redewolfden was closed with an informal court presentation led by Earl Benen and Mistress Moreg Cochrane. Marcus accepted one of the prizes presented to him (a mace as I recall) and returned the other to Redewolfden to use as they see fit. Solveig was presented with a book. Much thanks and appreciation was shared by all and court was dismissed.

I was happy to share in the joy of an excellent, sunny day with the Shire of Redewolfden here in the north of Meridies. So much happiness and contentment was shared and felt. It was a really good day for them and those that came at their invitation to participate in it.

Life can be hard in a border frontier Shire. The Shires are the foundation of any kingdom and makeup such a large part of the populace that many, sadly, never know. If you have the opportunity, go visit those small groups in your neighborhood. You and they will be better for it.

The journey back to Easaraigh was as pleasant as the trip away. Earl Benen and I had good, quality discussion along the way that made the travel pass rapidly. It was dark as we returned home to warm hearth and bed.

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

THL Eoin Mac Cana called 'Clyde', CACM, CKP2, CAS
Warden of the Northern Plateau
Squire to Earl Benen Mac Tire, KSCA, OL, OP
Knight Marshal, Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies

Someday, Our Adversary

'Someday, I'm going to do something.'

I cannot recall how many times I have evoked the name of 'Someday' and applied it in response to a question or an aspiration or just in careless jest.

Someday was not a day that was ever included in the 7 days of a week the Roman's gave us from Antiquity. It has no substance in the passage of time. It does not exist on any calendar.

And yet, Someday comes and goes with or without our notice, like time, but Someday has substance.

Someday lives in the grey, uncertainty of who we are. There…it is tangible. It sits in overwatch on our wants, our needs, and our desires. It also sits proudly with our regrets, our uncertainty, our failings.

Someday is infinite in number. Occasionally remembered, but mostly forgotten. Someday is legion.

Someday is your enemy, though you may have never found it in opposition to you. That is its true threat. Someday is always there, watching. Waiting for you to carelessly call it into existence. When called, its response is rapid and subtle. Then it is gone with the reward you have bestowed upon it.

Over time, Someday will diminish in influence and strength. With this reduction, Someday takes the ideas, wishes and dreams that we attach to it into the darkness of the forgotten. As a cruel joke of fate, we diminish as Someday does. Our ability to take back those treasures we laid at Someday's feet becomes harder and harder.

We all need to find the will and courage to not lazily evoke Someday before any step is taken on the path to any goal.

We must steal back those things errantly laid onto Someday's alter of sacrifice.

The challenge is to remove Someday from our perception of time.

If it is within your control and ability, do it.

Do something. Do anything.

Don't give Someday a chance.

Carpe Diem!

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!


THLord Eoin Mac Cana called 'Clyde', CACM, CKP(2), CAS

Squire to Earl Benen MacTire

Warden of the Northern Plateau

Knight Marshal, Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies

Clyde's Travel Log - Meridian Grand Tournament

Meridian Grand Tournament
Camp Discovery, Gainesboro, TN
28-30 September 2018

The pinnacle of heavy weapons combat in the Kingdom of Meridies for a majority of the fighting populace is the Meridian Grand Tournament or MGT.

In its simplest explanation, for those who are not in the know, MGT is a daylong series of heavy tournaments, 5 in all, held in sequence that culminates in the Earl Richard of Rae Fen Memorial Grand Tournament at the end of that day. Each of the tournaments throughout the day are sponsored by different orders of the Laurel Kingdom of Meridies. The Grand Tournament is filled with the top two finalists from each of the days challenges plus the addition of 5 chosen competitors selected by members of the 5 peerage orders and 1 additional voted in by the populace. I will describe these events below as I note my small part in them. MGT is a test of endurance and skill as well as an opportunity for the SCA heavy fighting community in this Kingdom to put its best representation of itself on and around the field in an anachronistic version of the medieval tournament setting.

I only spent one day at the event this year. While a large portion of my home group, the Shire of Easariagh, was tied up in the preparation of food for those breaking fast at the camp, I had responsibility for field side arrangements at Camp Discovery for our group. Discovery is considered to be one of the premier SCA venues for events in our part of the country. It has rustic appeal with modern amenities, but it is the scenery that gives it its charm. Nestled on a hill side next to the junction of Flynn's Creek and the Cumberland River, the site has an idyllic splendor for the modern Scadian that few others can rival.

I arrived early at the Camp on the 29th of September. The day started out cool and dense, patchy fog flowed lazily in the lowlands. The field at MGT is governed by the concept of 'no modern trappings'. This means that anything that is placed on or next to the fighting field cannot be obviously modern. When field setup is complete, the fighting field is surrounded by wood and canvas shades and pavilions of many colors and time periods. Banners of silk and linen are lofted from poles on high and wave in the gentle breeze that cascades down the hill to the water's edge. White pickets mark the boundary of the fighting field divided into quarters. At its center, the champions banner of sable and argent stands proud watching the combatants, seeking one worthy to be its bearer.

On the fields eastern boundary, the Royal Line of Meridies watches on. Thorstenn and Dalla, stalwart and fierce, the head of the house of Meridies. Adhemar and Gwenhwyfar, valiant and  unflagging, the heirs of our noble house. In their company, the Ram's might, Aengus and Meaghan, the sovereigns of Gleann Abhann. To their dexter and sinister, the landed barons of the Meridies.

To the western boundary, opposite the Royal and Baronial attendance, find the List Mistress and her retinue bordered by 4 list trees as well as the Grand Tournament tree built to house the list tree shields of the esteemed qualifiers. All entrants to the list are expected to provide a list tree shield adorned with their personal heraldry or the device, charge, or other heraldic device they wish to represent for the day. Should an entrant fail to provide a tree shield, they are not disqualified. Those unfortunates are allowed to participate with the 'paper plate of shame' as their identifier on the list tree.

After I completed standing up my shade and furnishings at field side for our Shire to lounge under, I donned my kit and registered with the List Mistress. I chose of only participate in three events on the day. I would be fighting 'sinister' for all the activities on the day. As I mentioned before, there are 5 qualifier tournaments - The Armatura, The Sabre Tourney, Count Francois Duvant Memorial Chalice Tournament, The Sable Sword Challenge, and The Sir Lee Fribrand Great Weapons Tourney. I registered for the Sabre, Chalice and Sable Sword tournaments. I'm not sure of the total number of entrants, but I am sure it was 50 or more.

After registration, our Legion of the Bear initiated The Armatura. As my endurance is not what I would wish it to be, I declined to enter this contest. The Armatura is a bear pit tournament pitting 3 combatant, randomly assembled teams in opposition, drawn from a queue on a limited field. The winner will be the individual with the most points at the end of the time. Points are based upon team wins. It runs for an hour or so. I don’t recall the exact length of time. It is a rapid and enthusiastic affair that will test the endurance of those who participate. Winners are naturally the warriors that manage to stay on the field in a winning grouping the highest number of passes. As the time expired, Earl Sir Timothy of Bennington in first place and Sir Caius Aurelius, as runner-up, found their shields on the Grand Tournament tree as the top finalists.

In the intermission that followed, I presented myself to their Majesties Thorstenn and Dalla along with Her Highness Gwenhwyfar. All fighters in the list were eventually presented, as is the custom. Cordial greetings, words of inspiration, and blessing of good fortune exchanged. An honorable obligation fulfilled.

The Sabre Tourney was announced. The Meridian Order of the Blade briefed the participants. The Sabre is a single sword tournament, single elimination with destructive double-kills. So, all 'deaths' are lethal. Only survivors advance. I drew Lord Isaac Rous in the first round. He is a worthy opponent of some renown. After some brief posturing, Isaac defeated me with a quick and efficient blow. I retreated to my shade and watched the rest of the rounds progress. At its end, only Duke Sir Bryce McLaren and His Lordship Richard na Teanga Mhin were left. Duke Bryce defeated Richard and their heraldry was advanced to the Champions tree.

Our charity tournament followed. The Count Francois Duvant Memorial Chalice Tournament requires an entry fee of $20 in currency of our land. There are no weapon limitations. Proceeds are donated to a woman's charity of the winner's choosing. It is single elimination. I was paired with The Honorable Lord Tristram Jager von Bonn late in the first round. Tristram is a good fight, though I don't feel I gave him my best effort, I did provide him some moderate challenge before falling to his killing blow. He was surprised by my left-handedness, but not enough to fall prey to it. Once more, I returned to my refuge on the southern edge of the list field to watch the rounds progress. At its conclusion, His Majesty Aengus Mac Owein and Duke Sir Kenneth Grey made it to the final round with HRM Aengus emerging in victory. Like those preceding them, their shields were hung on the Champions tree. Over $2500 in donations were raised in the effort for a shelter in HRM's region of Gleann Abhann.

The Order of the Sable Sword's tournament soon followed. This is a William Marshal style of contest. Each entrant started with 4 rings. Lose a pass and lose a ring. All challenges must be accepted while you are one the field. The tournament had a 1 hour time limit. I spent my rings quickly with Sir Gwynn Bleyne of Gleann Abhann, Sir Hrothgar of Mercia, Lady Mairghread Wilson and His Lordship Legio Uv Orkney. As I retired, the fighting progressed. In the end, Sir Randver brotamaor and Lord Isaac Rous had bags full of rings, with Sir Randver having more and them both advancing to the Champions Tree.

The last qualifier tournament is the Sir Lee Fribrand Memorial Great Weapons Tourney. I chose to watch this match from  my shade at field side. It was an entertaining affair hosted by the Order of the Rose. Polearms, great axes and great swords are the name of the game. The final resulted in Sir Iastreb Desislavich and Lord Aillene MacElair MhicCadhain facing each other with glaive and great sword. Sir Iazzie prevailed. Their collective heraldry earned the last place as qualifiers on the Champions Tree.

To fill out the Champions Tree 5 peerages and the populace would select the combatants deemed worthy in their eyes from the days lists. The Chivalry selected His Lordship Axel Ulfgarsson of Gleann Abhann. Lord Droggo inn Keilselgr was chosen by the order of the Pelican. The Laurels chose The Honorable John Mailer and the Order of Defense selected Sir Conal MacDale. The Royal Peers selected His Lordship Legio Uv Orkney. Lastly, the populace of Meridies selected County Barthelemy of Illyria.

The stage was set. The combatants mettle had been tempered for the final trial. The Earl Richard of Rae Fen Memorial Grand Tournament would be one to remember.

The final is single elimination, opens weapons style. The final sixteen commenced the first round. Excellent fights all. Through skill at arms and tenacious effort the final two emerged. Earl Sir Timothy of Bennington and Count Sir Barthelemy of Illyria, two of the most honorable peers in our realm.

To make this challenge of arms even more entertaining to the crowd of spectators looking on, the populace's choice, Earl Bart, was in his final tournament in Meridies. He would be moving on to the lands of Atlantia on the morrow. The people of Meridies, as chance or destiny would have it, selected this beloved peer to be its chosen champion for the Grand Tournament as a parting gift for the love he has shown this Kingdom. In return, he gave us his best, landing in the final.

The momentous alignment of fate did not go unnoticed by those involved.

Earl Timothy, in an uncommon act of chivalry, offered the Championship to his dear friend and brother-in-arms, uncontested.

A more humbling sacrifice, I have never heard of in my time in the Kingdom. The charity and generosity of the offer struck with such weight that all in audience became overwhelmed with emotion, none more so than His Excellency, Barthelemy.

The question was put to Their Excellencies, Oda and Ysmay then, to Their Majesties Thorstenn and Dalla. All declined decision and deferred the offer back to Barthelemy to bear with their counsel close by and Earl Timothy, waiting in earnestness for Bart's word.

Barthelemy of Illyria, Count, Knight, son of Meridies made the only choice that a noble of his repute could…to fight for Meridies. At the pronouncement, a wave of joy and anticipation came over the crowd. Smiles on all faces, we looked on at our champions, Timothy and Barthelemy. Proud.

The final was best two out of three. In the first pass, Timothy won out with a quick strike from on high as is his style. The second pass, a hard won engagement that saw Barthelemy land the killing blow after both fighters were brought to their knees. In the third pass, Timothy was legged, then Bart. They exchanged a furious series of blows at close range, then Timothy slowly fell over in acknowledgment of the final winning blow.  

Barthelemy, the populace's champion, was announced as Grand Champion of Meridian Grand Tournament.

A grand ending to a grand tournament. This is the stuff of legends. We can all stand a little taller having witnessed the very best of Meridies. I am thankful to have witnessed, first-hand, two great men, showing us all what we can aspire to be. Corona Vult! 

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!


THLord Eoin Mac Cana called 'Clyde', CACM, CKP(2), CAS
Squire to Earl Benen MacTire
Warden of the Northern Plateau
Knight Marshal, Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies

The Warden's Challenge Letters

In August of 2018, I was autocrat for our shires event - 'The Warden's Challenge'. In support of that effort, I drafted several letters to the King as part of the ramp up to and closure of the event. Here are copies of the letters.

#1

Friends, something is awry on the Plateau. We have all seen the signs. As your local Warden, I have asked for a scribe to take my concerns to parchment and dispatch a currier to His Majesty. Here follows a transcript of this missive.

“Eoin, the Warden of the Northern Plateau by the grace of his Royal Majesty, to the most esteemed and Just Sovereign Thorstenn, King of the Meridians, health and happiness.

Because I know of the importance you place on the condition and state of your holdings, I have sent this missive. As is our custom this time of season, your humble servant, Eoin, has assembled your Fyrd men from the Shire of Easaraigh and toured the plateau over the past weeks to take stock and establish a good report of the welfare of this region.

Your Majesty will be pleased to know that the abundance of this region will not falter. The farms of the plateau will be expecting a harvest full of promise from the rocky soil of this region. Additionally, stocks of sheep and fowl also look to be as expected, if not better than is common.

One area of concern appears to be in His Majesties reserves of wild game. We discovered evidence that indicates recent kills of the kingdom stock of boar. I am aware that His Majesty, Timothy, had granted license to a Middle Kingdom hunting party over the winter months before he left for the Crusade.

I understand that the party of Middle Kingdom foragers did have success and returned home with their rewards. Other signs discovered while on tour indicate that there may be more hunters active in our region long after the Middle Kingdom party returned north.

If I may ask, Has Your Majesty offered license to any other parties to hunt boar in your lands in the north? Please send word when you are able. I fear there may be unwarranted activities afoot in you lands.

God bless you and keep you.

Given in the Shire of Easariagh, on this 22nd day of the month of July, Anno Societatis LIII, being two thousand eighteen Gregorian.”

#2

After some efforts locally and in receipt of a response from HRM, another correspondence has commissioned and sent to the hands of Their Majesties Meridies...

“To His Royal Majesty, Thorstenn, King of Meridies, greetings from Eoin Man Cana, Warden of the Northern Plateau and Knight Marshal of the Shire of Easaraigh.

While awaiting your reply, we in Easaraigh sent word to neighboring Meridian holdings, to see if any loyal Meridians have noticed foreigners roaming the region. All responses have been received and no traveler currently in the region could be identified as a stranger to these lands. 

Your currier arrived late yesterday eve with Your missive revealing no active hunting warrants in our region and the absence thereof of grant from Your Majesty for hunting of the King’s boar on the Northern Plateau.

With the knowledge from our neighbors and the receipt of Your letter, I have taken council with your Seneschal and other officers in Easaraigh. We can come to no other conclusion and are unanimous in our consent that if there is no outsider roaming this territory and relieving it of Royal Boar, then there must be a rogue poaching off the Royal bounty undiscovered.

I regret bearing the news to you, as I know that your Majesties both cherish all Meridian souls under your care. To think that someone that lives under the banner of your protection would stoop to this treachery brings us all near to tears.

The loyal populace of Easaraigh is working on a plan to uncover the deceiver in our midst. All we ask is for Your Majesty’s guidance and consent for your Warden, Eoin, to act as your hand of justice when the perpetrator is revealed. Waiting on Your response.

Glory unto you and the might of Meridies.

Given in the Shire of Easariagh, on this 26th day of the month of July, Anno Societatis LIII, being two thousand eighteen Gregorian.”

#3

The event is planned. The ranges are set. The fields are ready. The butts will be cooked. The Wardens Challenge is coming friends. This final missive was scribed this day to His Majesty as TRMs travel to support the war efforts of our neighbors to the north.

“To the most excellent lord Thorstenn, by the grace of God, King of Meridies, The Warden of the Northern Plateau, Eoin, wishing to observe his oath and the fidelity due to God and to him, wish health, and tender their lawful service with all respect and honor.

Glad tidings arrived with your Royal Currier on this day of your consent to allow your officers here at Easaraigh and myself, Warden and Marshal of this region to root out the interlopers poaching from these lands.

To that end, if it pleases Your Majesty, we have announced a tournament to be held in the region. ‘The Warden’s Challenge’ is planned to occur one week from now here at Easaraigh under my watchful gaze.

We will offer such prizes and challenges, that no man or woman of skill will be able to abstain from attendance. Our goal is to catch the poacher as they participate in the activities that day. This poacher, wily in nature, has none-the-less left clues to their identity.  Such clues have been discovered and are held close to vest, lest word get out and startle the thief.

We look forward to uncovering this vagabond and restoring the safety and security of the wild game that live under our protection here. Word will be sent as soon as the scoundrel is uncovered.

God keep Your Majesty in good grace and fortune.

Given in the Shire of Easariagh, on this 29th day of the month of July, Anno Societatis LIII, being two thousand eighteen Gregorian.”

Final/AAR

The Warden’s Challenge is complete. The shirefolk of Easaraigh have cleared the kitchens, emptied the pots, and doused the fires. The King’s officers have conferred and the following correspondence has been drafted in report to His Royal Majesty at the war camp of Pennsic on our findings.

“Eoin Mac Cana, by his favor, Warden of the Northern Plateau, to the Pennsic War Camp and Thorstenn, the august and vigilant King of Meridies, may the King’s will be done in peace and in war, unto the worlds end.

Your Majesty, as you led our Meridian host to the Pennsic War camp, we in Easaraigh announced a call to tournament, The Warden’s Challenge, under the aura of your will with hopes of luring the lowly poacher or poachers of the King’s boar out of hiding into the shining light of your justice.

We were most pleased to receive, upon a plea of support from your seneschal of this shire, your Baron and Baroness of Glaedenfeld, as agents of Your might, in contribution to our cause. Their excellencies arrived with several prominent retainers that provided much needed support. The people of Easaraigh have much favor for the rulers of those lands to our west. Their contribution leant additional import to our efforts here.

The day was bright and warm. Over fivescore of your subjects had arrived by the middle morning time to participate in the tournament. Under the watchful eyes of your vigilant officers and the Baronial complement, we scrutinized the attendance for any rogue-like behavior or skills that might could provide truth to the hidden identity of the swine thief.

Your Majesties’ Seneschal, Lady Asa Kolbrun, held watch over the Archery, Knife and Axe ranges throughout the day. There were many excellent archers present that won the challenges that were put before them. Of those present, Ricard, Pippen, Caelen, and Kevin all flashed some skill at bow. But, I think it was a yeoman named Fynlo that we initially thought to be a leading candidate for ‘our man’ in the winning several shoots during the day. He had travelled a long distance to come to the event and was no local. It was revealed, though several reports from upstanding peers, that he was a King’s man and Marshal-in-Training. No man who takes the very food from the King’s table would be suitable for such an honor or respect. For these reasons, we ruled him out of suspicion and looked elsewhere.

From the knife and axe range, several close challenges were held and through a closely scored result, the name of Michael surfaced. We in Easaraigh did not know this man, so thought he might be foreign to our lands and a likely target for attention. Luckily, the wise council of your Baron, Griffin, came to us vouching for the young man as one of His populace and of a good and honest home.

On the armored tournament grounds, I held witness to great prowess of Your knight’s and men-at-arms that had not travelled with Your column north. The champion of the day was Sir Randver. Having promised Your Majesty that we would find the culprit of the offense to your person, I did take a hard look at this esteemed peer with some reluctance. A peer should be above such review. None-the-less, my oath was sworn and broke no exception. So after some time watching his style of combat, I reasoned that a knight who enjoys a fight up close with his opponent would most likely had fallen or at least found grave injury in a fight with a King’s boar, who are known for their ferocity at close quarter. This logic in addition to the untarnished belt of white he wore, Sir Randver was above our query.

My Honorable Lady Ellen held watch over our peacetime activities in our long hall. Several Masters and students were in attendance sharing in their wealth and trade of learnedness. The collective knowledge present for the day was broad and well versed. Block printing, Roman concrete, astrolabe, etching, costuming, Kumihimo and Roman desserts are all fine skills to have. But, alas, these are not the types of traits normally found in an outlaw of wild game. Alas, no party was presented from that quarter for our attention.

At the end of the day, your officials present discussed the days events. Each suspect we presented was found with alibi or reasonable exclusion from guilt.

During this council, some woodsman, who had been out gathering kindling for the cooking fires, returned to the Shire and reported witnessing some strange tracks in the woods to our north west that were from no local beast. One of our elders, a former King’s Gamekeeper, stated that the tracks described could only belong to a creature known as a ‘River Rat’. While these beasts are not known to us, I believe that some other shires may be familiar with them.

Per our elder’s retelling, the ‘River Rat’ is large. Larger than a hunting hound and they move in packs up and down the rivers of the north western kingdom. They are rumored to have a taste for boar and have a melodic, song-like cry when they are devouring their kills. If enough of the creatures could gather, it is possible they are the plague that is hunting Your Royal Boar.

With this new information, I have instructed Your Fyrdmen here to maintain vigil. We in Easaraigh have an oath to keep in finding the culprit of this plague on Your lands.

The prayers of Your people are with you. May you find glorious triumph in your travels in the north.

Given in the Shire of Easariagh, on this 4th day of the month of August, Anno Societatis LIII, being two thousand eighteen Gregorian.”

Clyde's Travel Log - Black Axe 2018

Black Axe 2018

Dalwhinnie Fields

Barony of Iron Mountain

May 4-6, 2018

On 4 May, I journeyed to Dalwhinnie Fields near the lands of the Barony of Iron Mountain for the Black Axe tournament to be held there.

I had been looking forward to a nice tournament for some time and Black Axe had the makings for what I had been looking for.

During the day of the 4th, I had been fighting a bout of anxiety. A malady that I have encountered more frequently as I have gotten older. But, none-the-less, I fought the demon and drove on to site.

The trip was quiet and I found it enjoyable as I listened to an audiobook as I drove.

Once there, I trolled in and setup camp. The humidity was up more than I had anticipated there and camp setup was a little draining I think.

I donned garb and went to the hall there for traveller's fair, a soup as I recall. The hall was cool and slightly damp due to the humidity and air conditioners.

I attempted to write in my journal some, but quickly found I could not focus enough for writing. Just wasn't in the mood and felt tired, so I retired to my tent.

Once there, I removed some layers of garb and laid down. Soon there after, a mosquito or gnat found me. I had not prepared for that. But, I was able to take  cover by placing some bedding over my head to foil the foul creature's efforts to annoy me.

That night was one of the worst night's camping I have had in some time. I was not able to find comfort. Eventually, my allergies came to bear and I couldn't breath. These things amplified my already present anxiety that had haunted me throughout the day.

This is the condition I woke in during the early hours as the sun crept up to is pre-dawn position to light the morning.

Rattled, agitated, and feeling-ill I made the decision to depart. So, during the early hours of the 5th of May, before the camp rose to greet the day, I broke down my tent, loaded my baggage, and departed Dalwhinnie like a thief, leaving nothing there to announce I had been at the site at all.

Anxiety is no joke. You cannot explain it easily. I am intelligent enough to recognize it in myself and my actions. And, in a controlled environment I can manage it. But, when it sets in...I fall prey and feel feeble in its wake. Every agitation is amplified ten-fold making me an angry person to be around.

So, in this state I 'fled' Dalwhinnie and Black Axe in the pre-dawn light of the 5th of May. On the road, audiobook playing, I eventually found some calm and was able to build upon that as I made my way north to home.

So, in regards to Black Axe... The soup was good. Wish I could have stayed for the veal. I missed out on a fun event and regret it.

In regards to unexplained maladies that the ancient Greeks labeled as 'hysteria', It took me a few days to recover. This summer heat and my allergies have been tough this year. Mixing those things with Anxiety is a bad recipe. 

So, here I sit sharing my experience. Anxiety is a battle that is fought every day. Many of us deal with it in our modern world. Sometimes we win. Sometimes, like in this retelling, we lose. We can take a note from Bruce Lee and try to 'be like water' in our fight. Find some Zen. Seek calm. Achieve some joy in spite of it. 

I regret not getting to enjoy a day at tournament at Dalwhinnie. Hopefully, there will be another opportunity for that soon. Until then...

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

THL Eoin Mac Cana called 'Clyde', CACM, CKP, CAS
Squire to Earl Benen MacTire , KSCA, OL, OP
Warden of the Northern Plateau
Knight Marshal, Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies

Clyde's Travel Log - The Last Court of Timothy and Ysmay

Spring Coronation 2018
Dalwhinnie Fields, Marion, AL
Barony of Iron Mountain/Barony of Osprey
6-8 April 2018

The Last Court of Timothy and Ysmay

Eoin Mac Cana, by the grace of God, the Warden of the Northern Plateau, Kingdom of Meridies, to his well-beloved friend, His Lordship Figimond of Faraway, Kingdom of Jerusalem, health and sincere affection. 

Figimond, I hope this missive finds you and those in your care in good health and of sound state. Find peace in the knowledge that your kin and holdings on the plateau are in good care and prosperity during your absence. It is for another matter that I send this missive.

I place these words to parchment to inform you and the brothers of the Meridian contingent of changes of fortune here at home and abroad. In the retelling to follow, please know that all is well with the kingdom. Meridies is, as it ever has been, strong in faith, purpose, and prosperity.

Under grey clouds, my honorable lady Ellen and I attended a morning court held at a new holding to the south of our home in Easaraigh called Dalwhinnie Fields. As you may recall, Ellen and I have been retainers of the Royal Court of Timothy and Ysmay for some time now. They are most excellent examples of royalty and have been good monarchs in this kingdom. Generous in charity and the epitome of humility, the kingdom truly loves them and thanks the Lord every day for their ascendance to the throne.

The assembly convened and proceeded as the business of these gatherings normally does. Early in the gathering, proceedings were interrupted by Graf Sir Ulrich von Brandenburg, the kingdom Seneschal. This interruption, in itself was not of major concern, as His Excellency often has business before the court. I had never seen His Excellency in full kit of a holy order, but there he was marching into court in Hospitaller regalia.

I must say, that my position at the back of the long hall where the court was held was not ideal for close confidence of all the words relayed to our monarch as the head of the hall. But I am confident that I was able to share in the import and the sincerity of the messages relayed at the high end of that hall.

Graf Ulrich presented a letter of some import to Their Majesties. From my vantage, I could see the seal of Jerusalem on the document. I do not know all of the content of the document, but I do know that it concerned logistical needs for your efforts there in the Holy Land from what I could hear of His Excellencies presentment. Their Majesties conferred from their dais and proclaimed that 'Aid would be given' in the form of supply from the vast stores our blessed Kingdom has to offer. Horse and ox, feed and food, arrow and sword; would be prepared and sent with all dispatch to the Kingdom of Jerusalem and our army there. Graf Sir Ulrich was dismissed and left the hall. I might note, the grumblings of His Excellency's as he passed my place in the back, departing the hall , reinforce my supposition of the letters content. I do not believe the royal decree was the answer he sought.

The skies remained grey, foreboding.

Court proceedings continued. Awards of recognition were given to several of the most loyal servants of the crown. After some time, there was a disturbance at the doors of the hall. The doors opened and in came Knights of our kingdom. In a column of 2 ranks, they petitioned the king and queen. As it wasn’t enough of a surprise that the chivalry interrupted the court in this manner, the fact that they entered in the attire of holy orders was. The colors of Templar, Hospitaller, Jerusalem, and St Lazarus stood out in sharp contrast in the middle of the long hall. Many horses could be heard outside the doors. I peered out to see not only the fine mounts of these peers but many more of squires and man-at-arms the chivalry had with them in attendance.

Much of the populace was alarmed by the appearance of an armed column in the hall. I knew these men. They were all loyal Meridians bound by oath of fealty and the chivalric code to bring no malice into this hall or its loyal people. Not one of them would raise blade toward this monarchy. Therefore, I concluded that the letter that Graf Sir Ulrich presented earlier was not here alone. These men, these knights, had attended the letter.

The skies began to weep a fine mist.

Stern faces, urgent words, and furrowed brow were all I could make of the commentary at the head of the hall. After some discussion, I saw Their Highnesses, Thorstenn and Dalla rise and join the knights. It seems Their Majesties had upped their offer of aid to include man and material. As surety of their oath to the holy land, Their Highnesses had become part of the grant of aid to Jerusalem.

Everyone in the court sat in dismay as The Heirs of our kingdom took to the head of the column of knights and led them from the hall, mounted horse, and rode toward the ports to our south where ships must be waiting.

The business of the kingdom advanced as if nothing had occurred out of the norm. More awards were given. Servants acknowledged. Debts repaid.

Another commotion at the door to the hall. The doors flew open. Knights in order livery entered following

Countess Ellawin of Eaglewood, a royal peer of renown and stanch supporter of the Meridian efforts in the Holy Land.

Silence fell on the court.  The crowd parted as the Countess entered. The look of determination she presented shot like an arrow at our monarchs and their entourage behind the thrones. All that fell under her gaze held their stout, Meridian ground, but shared looks of concern. This Countess was of impeccable repute and everyone in Meridies held her in the highest of esteem.

From what I was able to gather, for Her Excellency is not a robust speaker to be heard in the back of such a large hall, the Countess was organizing the effort to fund the Jerusalem campaign and continue on the work laid down the late, Earl Sir Richard Raefen. Those efforts, and the needs of our contingent in Jerusalem were great. So great, that only the power wielded by a King and Queen would suffice to make the effort succeed. A final plea, and possible admonishment, to our reigning monarchs was laid at their feet. There was only one right answer to be had. From what I could see on the faces of Their Majesties, I knew that acceptance of what fate delivered to them was inevitable.

Their Majesties stood. In a loud voice, His majesty called for a messenger to be dispatched to Their Highnesses location and bid them return. They placed their crowns on their thrones. Retainers came forward and began to drape them in the trappings of the Templar order.

It was then, that their Majesties relayed these words to the populace in attendance. It was good that I had quill in hand…

Timothy, "During our reign, we have been blessed at seeing all that is Meridies. Seeing the hard work and effort of its populace. Seeing the traditions that we hold dear has been a truly magical honor. The Society has existed now for over 50 years. 50 years that we have shared a common dream. 50 years that we have come together despite our differences in religion. Despite our differences in politics or political affiliation. We have found a way to find a foundation that we can all share. We have found a way to overcome many challenges. We leave this Kingdom to address challenges that exist elsewhere. We do not leave this Kingdom in our hearts, but it is important that we address that there are still problems here. As we look back over our 50 years of noble history that our Society has had, the 40 years of noble history that our Kingdom has had, it has not been without its hurdles, it has not been without its challenges. Those challenges have been ever present and will remain ever present as our Society in the SCA and our outward society continue to evolve."

Ysmay, "We have just celebrated 40 years of our wonderful Kingdom and the place we call home. And we continue to grow. We have watched as our Kingdom has birthed other kingdoms. And they have continued to grow. And it has truly been an honor to sit on these thrones and enjoy this last year with all of you."

Timothy, "Words have power. Words have power when they are spoken. Words have power when they are written. Words have power when they are typed. The way that we communicate with one another bears messages both on the surface and underneath it. Some of those messages, we do not necessarily mean. Some of them, we do not imply. It is always in the eye of the beholder how that message will be interpreted. It is important that we consider the way that we communicate with one another. Moving forward as you have a new crown at your head, you still share the same passion. You still share the same dream. You still have so much more in common than is different from those people that you may disagree with. "

Ysmay, "As I have donned this yellow belt again, I remember and I would encourage all of you to remember the service and love that you all share for this Kingdom and that we are all sharing in the same dream."

Timothy, "The Society cannot continue to live on without us remembering those things that we share. Without treating one another with chivalry, courtesy, honor, and grace. From that very first party in a backyard in Berkley, California to the next 50 years in the Society, we will always have a common foundation and that foundation is the Dream. If we put the Dream before our differences, then a kingdom, no matter who is in charge, will always live strong."

"So Meridies, as we march forth to help the Kingdom of Jerusalem; as we take off these earthly crowns and move forth to new challenges, we hope that you remember the challenges that you have before you as well. And now, as a final reminder of the beauty and glory of Meridies…"

…"CORONA!"

Populace returns, "VULT!"

…"CORONA!"

Populace returns, "VULT!"

…"CORONA!"

Populace returns, "VULT!"

And they were gone. The hall in silence. The thrones holding crowns where the royal line of Meridies once sat.

The skies wept.

So, dear friend, be alert of their coming to that great city. Make them feel welcome. Great and beloved monarchs surrendering their thrones in support of that great endeavor will always be remembered here. I hope that the peoples of that land find them in good grace. Please send us a message of their safe arrival. Hopefully their heirs will return soon. A kingdom without a monarch can fall prey to dire circumstances.

Put to parchment at the Fields of Dalwhinnie, on the seventh day of the month of April, in the year of our Lord, two thousand eighteen.

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

THL Eoin Mac Cana called 'Clyde', CACM, CKP, CAS
Squire to Earl Benen MacTire , KSCA, OL, OP
Warden of the Northern Plateau
Knight Marshal, Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies