Clyde's Travel Log - Gulf Wars XXV

Gulf Wars XXV

King's Arrow Ranch

Kingdom of Gleann Abhann

March 13-20, 2016

The last stop of the Hadi Banner tour, Gulf Wars XXV.

My trusted companion, Marek, and I journeyed to southern Gleann Abhann to visit the former Meridian lands and see what the warring Kingdoms of Ansteorra and Trimaris were up to.

This year, we camped in Foxes Den with our Meridian neighbors of Glaedenfeld (soon to be a shiny new barony). We arrived early on Tuesday after an uneventful nighttime journey from Easaraigh into the southern reaches of the known world.

Tuesday was a long day. Marek and I found the journey had taken its toll on us. We were bagged and not much for anything serious. We did find our shiremate, Styrbjorn, who had mistakenly camped in the main Meridian encampment after receiving some bad information on where the Glaedenfeld camp actually was. Marek and I rudely fell asleep on him as we sat in front of our tent reviewing the event schedule. Sorry about that. We also checked in Earl Benen and Countess Rosabel, who had traveled down earlier in the week to market their wares. 

Later on Tuesday, we joined the others in our camp in the common area to dine. The food was good and plentiful with pleasant and friendly conversation. Marek and I found the Glaedenfeld camp to be a jovial and welcoming place. They have a good group of people there and we were happy to share in their company.

Wednesday broke with a slow start as Marek and I lost track of time while we welcomed the day. I eventually got my self in good order and performed my camp chores before attending a class concerning Troll and Paypal as my shire has some questions on the new digital payment solution. Marek and I spent most of the day enjoying the the site as spectators. We ran into a few friends and just went where the event carried us. It was a good, relaxing day. At the end of the day as we supped with our camp companions, I discovered Mistress Constanza was in need of some help for the Meridian Social later that evening. I volunteered myself and my contingent from Easaraigh (consisting of Marek, Strybjorn and I) to assist. 

At this point, I must say that my Shiremates and I are of the same mind in offering our service, there was no force or encouragment required in this venture. Easaraigh is full of individuals well grounded in the service culture of the SCA and it is a blessing to share the experience with them. So, when I offered our service my companions did not ask what or why, they only asked where do we need to be.

To that end, we mounted my war wagon and journeyed to Bede Hall by way of the royal apartments where we retrieved supplies. Our duty this eve was to provide edible refreshment to the guests. The Easaraighians, along with Moreg, Stephanie, Ysabel, Corbin, Valdrick, and Constanza (All wonderful and outstanding peers, titles dropped to save me from carpal tunnel) prepared and served hors d'oeuvres, cake and other delecacies to the guests throughout the evening. We shared the easy comradarie that often comes with common activity and ended our day with a pleased countenance from a job done well, service rendered with joy, and an excellent company shared.

Marek and I shared a funny in that last year, contents of my pouch proved invaluable to success of the Known World Party. This year, it was the knife from my kit that proved to be an important part of the Meridian Social cutting cheese and cake alike with all the ease and grace such an instrument can bring to bear. At this point, I believe that the lessons drilled into my by Hadi and Ameraulde on having a well stocked 'squires kit' have made the contents of my kit as much a part of my usefulness as any other service I render. Lesson Learned - A well stocked squires kit is a key to making an average squire into Batman. I'm Batman.

Thursday was the final day of the event for us. Though, we did not know it that morning.

I chose to fight in the field battles on Thursday. Since they were in the afternoon, I wandered site to take a few pictures. I was able to witness some jousting, youth melee and coursing. Additionally, rapier and heavy champions battles were occurring.

Later in the morning, I donned my kit, got inspected and mustered with the Meridian contingent for the battle. Not having a specific unit to run with, I fell in with some people I knew (Legio, John and others) and just tried to be where I was needed. Which, being a big shieldman, was the shield wall. 

Moment of reflection... I found it ironic that my journey with Hadis banner over the past year has led me back to a place I am so familiar with. The shield wall is a role I have filled many times, but this is the first time in many years that I have stood the wall with other Meridians. More thoughts on this later.

The Meridian contingent was over 100 strong. A fine showing. My own part in the battles was mostly short lived. With the shouts of 'Ballista', 'Arrow', and 'Rock' I plied my trade in the wall with the new squire Drago and new SCAdian 'Doc'. I had fun, did not get hurt or hurt anyone, took my blows and enjoyed the act of working in the wall. The rains set in early in the battles and eventually forced a close on the activity due to distant thunder that was a portent of what was to come.

At this point on Thursday, spirits were high. Meridies had represented well. The cool rain known as 'fat man fighting weather' brought a smile to my face. It was a good day.

I wandered back to the tent and waited for the rain to subside so I could shower. Marek joined up with me at the tent and we watched the rain fall while trying to stay out of it. Eventually, there was a break and I showered and sat down for dinner that Nikolai had prepared in camp.

As I was finishing my meal, we noted the sound of geese honking as they flew by. Shortly there after, the sky fell.

Events from this point were fast and furious. I remember a group of people running in the rain through camp into the ravine. The common tent started to shake and the canvas slapped. We had all risen and were trying to drop flaps and close doors. Whoosh. The tent was down and everyone scrambled. Marek, Song, Kehinde and I found ourselves holding down the kitchen tent (quite literally) with a young man from the upper den. I watched the weather through an open door holding two poles. The rain blew in many unnervingly weird directions (anything but down is strange in my book). I check on the boy, 'You doin' OK?' 'Yes' is the answer. Back to my poles and open door. Im soaked. The trees leaned in different directions. Mistress Stephanie and Anabele joined us as their tent began lose its footing. More rain. Wind. Panicked shouts. A group of people streamed into the tent from the ravine seeking shelter. A need for a dry towel. A wet and crying child. Holding the tent. Rain slacks. Checking stakes and ropes. Resetting all the ropes and stakes on the side of the tent Marek was on. He must have actually been the only thing holding the tent in place on that end. Rain down to a drizzle. Shouts across the camp. 'Is everyone OK down there!?'. Yes. Wet, shocked, but OK. 

That. Happened. Mother natures version of Shock and awe. Gulf Wars, for the most part, came to a close with a thunderous roar and silence.

In the following calm, Marek and I went to assess our campsite to find it flattened. Like so many others that evening, our tent and its contents were strewn across the ground and soaked through. Our event was most definitely over. Luckily, we had decided to move my truck closer to the tent knowing that we would be stuck where we had parked if left there. So, we loaded the truck as best we could, any way we could. The rain started again. It was a miserable way to pack. But, we found time to laugh at our condition. Its just stuff. Just because its wet, doesn't change that. It's still just stuff.

After packing we found most of the Glaedenfeld crew piled into a toasty kitchen tent with the stove burning for warmth and passing around so beverages to warm the insides. As Marek and I had nothing dry to slip in or on and only one set of dry clothes, we found a hotel room for the night.

After a dry sleep and breakfast, Marek and I returned to site to help with the cleanup and packing at Foxes Den. I must say that the urge to flee back to Easaraigh was strong. But, the urge to do the 'right thing' was stronger. Marek and I both agreed, that we must return to site to help.

The rest of the morning was spent breaking down camp and loading. While everyone was tired and wet, spirits were high. Its moments such as these that the SCA's spirit is revealed. Any outsider would have looked at King's Arrow that day and said they saw a miserable, disaster area. I saw teamwork, dedication of the common good, care for fellow human beings, and esprit de corps. Friday. The day of cleanup was the best day of the war. 

Marek and I headed home as the rains started again. We dropped in on Benen and Rosabel for a dry shirt and managed to pickup a few other sundries on our way out. 

Its been a little over a year since Hadi passed. My year long quest to carry his banner and find the SCA we loved comes to an end. My journey has taken me back into an SCA that is different and one that I have neglected. With his banner I have attended tourneys, wars and collegiums. I have participated in and been part of the essence of the Society at its core. He has been with me to see the best Meridies has to offer and shared in my journey. I have found the old SCA that I knew and I believe that I have helped put a small breath of life back into it. I am once again starting to find comfort and contentment in my surroundings. Not so much a stranger now as I once felt. I have found the SCA home that I once lived in. The last lesson Hadi has provided me is that you can go home again.

Now a new journey begins. I have spoken with Ameraulde and my squire brothers (Griffin and Kyppyn) and have decided to seek a sponsor. As I retire Hadi's banner from the field, I will seek a guide that will help me on my way with the help of my House Aspiring family. This new adventure will be challenging in ways that I do not yet know. But I go into it with an open mind and looking forward.

Over the year I have found that I am capable of continuing on the path. This time around, I feel the 'want' to actually move forward instead of merely being on it. Ive come to the conclusion that the ultimate tribute to my late friend and mentor would be to succeed in the opportunity he set before me so long ago. I will not talk of peerage though. That is an achievement that only others can bestow. Instead, I will challenge myself to learn and grow. I will try to exhibit those qualities that we all hope a peer has. These are things that are attainable and that I have control of. As I set myself on the path wholeheartedly again, I look forward to the adventure with my fallen mentor in my heart, a new mentor guiding my way and sharing in my journey with my friends.

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee.

Clyde's Travel Log - Kingdom Fighter's Collegium - Meridies

Kingdom Fighter's Collegium
Lookout Mountain Camp for Boys (Mentone, AL)
Barony of Iron Mountain
September 11-13, 2015

The Hadi Banner Tour made its 6th stop at Kingdom Fighter's Collegium.

I made my way from Easaraigh to the site mid afternoon on Friday, arriving just before some rain set in. The site is on a mountain in northern Alabama and is heavily wooded and rocky. I chose to tent. Having rather finicky allergies, I did not want to risk cabin sleeping.

I set my tent up near others in grass covered rocky area set aside for that purpose. Sir Madach, Sir Cona and Sven were already there and we made fast and pleasant company as we setup our temporary dwellings. Rain soon set in. I found some hard shelter on a cabin porch and watched the rain for a bit. As the rain died down, I finished 'gearing up' and wandered around a bit. It is really a lovely site, even in the rain. I discovered a sandwich waiting for me in Duchess Katrinas Wolf and Unicorn tavern which I found tasty. I enjoyed some conversation with Sir Mandin while I ate.

Later in the evening, I went back to my tent and found Sir Hrothgar had arrived. The 'tenting' crew decided to return to the 'Mead Hall' (for lack of a better term, it is actually an old barn converted into a activity building for the camp) to see who else had arrived and do some socializing. I tagged along and we ran into some more familiar faces (for me anyway). The conversation was pleasant and enjoyable. It was good catching up with Sir Griff and Sir Valdryk. THere was some concern that there wouldn't be enough squires for the next days activities, but that proved to be a non-issue.

Saturday was the best day I have seen this year. The sun was bright. The temperature was mild. There was a cool breeze all day long. It was made to order for an SCA event.

I started my day with some java and an interesting breakfast. The Iron Mountain folk had skewered a sausage ball, biscuit dough and an egg (boiled) on a stick and baked. Unusual and good. It went well with the mornings conversation  in the feast hall. I don't remember everyone's name at the table (I come by the failing naturally, I do remember Eldric and Sir Geoffrey), but the company was top notch and I was appreciative.

My mood was full of anticipation as I strolled back to my tent on a wooded trail. I gathered my kit and went to the field.

The field was quickly filling with players in the fun that would follow. I was able to setup my shade between the fine folks from Glaedenfeld and Brealthen. The whole affair was very casual and ran on a traditional SCAdian schedule. I was very happy for this after having suffered weeks of mundane timelines, milestones and playbooks at work.

As we eased into the day, I found my first class was with HRH Wulfstan on Heater Shield technique. It was a great class. Part of it was refresher for me, as I recently returned to my heater. But a large part of it was new and informative. HRH is a good teacher and knows his business. His observations on footwork and training methods were great takeaways. I also found some of his 'fun stuff' to be interesting (the passive shield hook for instance) and might be seen by some of you that cross sticks with me in the future. The class was a good mix of instruction, demonstration and practical. I found the peer discussions in the breakout to be a lot of fun. 

The second class I took was from Sir Erick Griffin and Sir Hrothgar on Predictable Fighting. The class focused on how to watch fighting to identify bad habits, tells and tags in both yourself and your opponent. We discussed methods for breaking routines and ways to help peer fighters improve. Communication is important. There was some conceptual talk of 'greater good', though not directly. The idea that if I help my opponent be better, I will benefit. We also did some pickups and reviewed what we saw. To end the class we talked about training methods. Lots of knowledge was shared in a very 'water cooler' type of atmosphere.

My last class of the day was the only one that gave me any apprehension. The class was on Flourentine Two-stick Fighting by Sir Baras (Sir Mandin reminded me of Hadi's preference for the term 'two-stick'. Flourentine is something rapier fighters do). There were only 4 of us for the class. Sir Baras, Michael, Angus and I. I haven't touched the style is many years. Being Hadi's 'pocket squire' (Griffs term) for Two-stick made it almost second nature to me in the early days. I think the style was more prolific back then. I digress. 

Sir Baras is passionate in regards to the style and an obvious supporter of it. Micheal, who I met for the first time, was also a long time two-stick player. That left me and Angus, who was a new entrant in the two-stick game. 

After some theory discussion and chat, the class turned into a workshow for Angus and I. Baras asked me what my concerns were and what my skill level was. I explained that I thought I would be rusty and that my left would be weak. We paired off and sparred some. I found that the rust, was not much of an issue. I also found that both hands were working fairly well. My timing and footwork turned out to be the main issues I had. Michael and Sir Baras were able to identify some things and I could feel immediate impact in my game from their suggestions. I sparred some more with Michael and could feel my game get stronger as I went.

The Two-stick class was the most fun I had all day. I felt inspired afterward to return to it. I have doubts about being that oddball fighter doing something different, but it isn't always about going along, sometimes its about doing what you are good at. Eric pointed out that 'Two-stick will make baby Jesus cry'. Lol. We'll see. But, I did find some enjoyment there that I was missing I think and maybe found that one thing in my fighting that brings me the closest to my fallen mentor in my game. There is some peace of mind in that. 

Sir Baras and Michael capped off a truly awesome day on the field for me. Sharing part of my day with them made it better. That is a win.

The afternoon fell into some loose conversations and pickups. My day had ran its course, so I sat in the shade as my armor aired out and watched reflecting on the day and reviewing what I had learned.

After tearing down my shade and stowing my gear, I prepared for court. Court was a bardic affair that was only interrupted by Their Majesties and Their Highness's arrival and departure (almost quite literally).

Court ended and I made my way to the feast hall where I ran into Sir Valdryk and company outside the building. I ended up sharing my feast with the Glaedenfelders and it made for a good time. Feast was a simple and mundane affair as KFC has become over the recent years. The food was good and their was plenty of it. 

Additional bardic was held during feast and as a squire, I found myself pulled into squire Rockette line (some tradition that I managed to miss out on for 25 years) for one tune that my grumpy muse refuses to remember the name of. Graf Ulrich has since informed me that 'Knights Boy Knights' is the tune in question.

After feast, I was very pleased to find myself helping kick the feastcrat and crew out of the kitchen and cleaning up the hall. Sir Griffin and I had talked about it earlier (during a 'good ole days' conversation) and noted how much we missed that activity. Several knights and squires made short work of the kitchen and feast hall prep. Satisfaction achievement earned. 

Its odd how a small bit of service like that gave me a warm feeling the rest of the evening. The SCA is built on service. Its is so awesome when service is rendered freely and earnestly. I think its even better when you know that it had an impact on someones day. I don't know how much time the Iron Mountain feast crew was in the kitchen that day. But, I know when they left. And that is cool. At-a-boys all around to the crew that pitched in and made someones day a little bit easier and shorter.

I hung out with Griff and Valdryk for a bit after feast. We reviewed the day and some of the cool things we learned and saw. We eventually found our way to the bardic circle that surrounded Sir Madach's brazer. Traditional SCAdian songs were sung late into the night. 

Tired, content and happy with the day I was able to share in with fellow Meridians, I found my way to my cot. As the bardic continued, I was sung to sleep by brothers and sisters of Meridies. This was a good day.

The morning arrived early on the mountain. I broke camp and made farewells to those I could find that early in the day.

Iron Mountain did a great job with the event and I humbly thank them for their efforts. Nature granted us a blessed weather day. Everyone in attendance that I met was gracious and in good spirits. The chivalry was top notch all day long teaching and mentoring. I hadn't been to a KFC in a long time and my return to the event could not have been any better. Thank you all!

Well met, friends. Safe journey to thee.

Ld. Eoin Mac Cana, CACM
Squire of House Aspiring
Seneschal, Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies

Clyde's Travel Log - Bacon Bash IV - Swine and Roses

Bacon Bash IV - Swine and Roses
Montgomery Bell State Park (Burns, TN)
Shire of Crimson River
August 28-30, 2015

The Hadi Banner Tour continues with my 5th event this year, Bacon Bash IV - Swine and Roses.

The Shire of Crimson River held its fourth iteration of a bacon themed event, much to the enjoyment of all of those in attendance. In line with the very best of Meridian tradition, the shire hosted a fun, relaxing, and friendly event steeped in southern hospitality that only the great Kingdom of Meridies can lay claim to.

Styrbjorn and I daytripped the event from Easaraigh. The event was held at Montgomery Bell State Bank, a favorite site in north Meridies (Tennessee), and is almost 2 hours west of Easariagh (Cookeville). We arrived at 8am local time as the camp was waking to the start of a bright, late August day in Tennessee. 

After trolling in, I procured myself a cup of java and found a seat at the edge of a dew covered field with a cool morning breeze, as a bleary eyed sun rose over the treetops. This was an ideal day for this time of year. The early morning calm of the camp and it's waking noises was a soothing balm. Monty Bell is one of the best places to be, period.

The days activities ran on the much appreciated and time-honored 'no rush' timeline. Styrbjorn and I setup our shade and settled in as other Scadians arrived. By the time the dew had disappeared from the field. the first heavy tournament of the day was announced and started. 

The first tournament was a free-for-all affair in the style of a 'Doom Tourney' or 'Tavern Brawl'. For those of you unfamiliar with the concept, all the participants occupy the field at the same time in a large circle. You are free to create/break alliances on the fly as well as engage anyone you want. It tests more than a fighter's skill. Strategy and guile as well as some underhandedness can also be prominent in such a contest. Shortly after 'Lay On' the chaos ensued. I'd like to thank my brother, Sir Griffin for reminding me how much of a sneak and subversive he can be. :) You will see in the retelling of events that transpired.

Griff had recently taken a Man-at-Arms, Malcolm Cameron. Malcolm was next to me in the circle. At the start of the fight, I was thinking this would be a good opportunity for me to demonstrate kinsmanship and start working on some bonding. He is a part of the family tree now that Griff and I both share. So, I saluted him and offered an alliance which, initially, I thought was an outstanding idea. He and I paired up, finding ourselves facing another loose alliance against 2 other fighters (John and Motal I believe). I then saw Griff. I hailed him and asked if he would like to join up with us. He appeared to accept. As he approached, he seems to align with Malcolm and I. I then turned to face our opposition when I heard the crack of rattan on armor. Turning at the report, I realized that my brother in squirehood, Griffin, had waylayed his unsuspecting man-at-arms, had turned and was casually walking away. John, Motal and I were stunned with surprise and disbelieve briefly before I noted the sudden downturn in my fortunes. In the matter of a few seconds, my good deed had turned into a gigantic fiasco. The promise of 3 vs 2 fight was now a 2 vs 1 with me playing the part of an old, overweight rabbit. The fight ended for me shortly thereafter. The two younger fighters eventually got their swords to bear and I was done. Never trust a Griffin.

Much laughter was brought on by the retelling of that small episode. Griffin won the free-for-all. His man-at-arms learned a valuable lesson as did I. Although, it does appear that I had a hand in setting up Malcolm for the lesson that was taught, I promise I had good intentions. But, have no proof. One must always leave room for doubt in a good tale of treachery. 

In the second tournament of the day, a standard double elimination was held. I did not go far (3 rd with 1 bye fight). I was happy that I fought 2 outstanding fighters in Sir Erick Griffin and Sir Hrothgar. I fought them as well as I was able. Both are very honorable men and it was a privilege to cross swords with them. They offered me some solid wisdom throughout the day and much encouragement. Sir Erick won the tournament and in a very gracious display of humility and honor, bequeathed his prize to John Imboden as an impromptu 'most chivalrous' on the field recognition during court. Huzzah John. Well done, Sir Erick.

The last heavy tournament of the day was a William Marshal affair. All participants had 5 tokens to loose. Losing fighters give 1 token to the victor with 30 minute time limit. If you run out a tokens, you are done. In a twist to the concept, His Majesty Mordan entered the fray as a 'bank' entity. He could give tokens if you defeat him, but not take any if he won. 

I lost all my fights except one pass with His Majesty that falls to the 'everyone gets lucky sometime' rule. I was able pass with Sir Gnaeus twice, Kevin, Motal, Sir Erick, Sir Hrothagar and His Majesty. Everyone was great and despite the losing, I enjoyed it and left the field content for the effort.

Overall, the heavy fighting was awesome. I had a blast. I learned lessons with value throughout the day. On and off the field, the chivalry present offered me sound advice and insight to help me improve my skill. Hrothgar, Gnaeus, Erick, Valdryk, and Griffin represented their peerage with distinction.

Special shout out to Earl Sir Benen for helping me with my heater-shield problem last week. Your solution was spot-on. The heater shield worked great for me, all day long.

Eventually, the late August humidity set in sapping the strength out of the heavy field in spite of the tolerable temperatures. Additional community socializing was held on the field late into the afternoon. Styrbjorn and I prepped for feast and packed up, finishing shortly before a brief court.

Feast was a enjoyable affair with music and BACON!. 4 removes were brought out as I recall, Styrbojorn and I both were able to eat our fill and left sated and happy. Of note, I know the bacon jam, bacon wrapped chicken and bacon wrapped pork were highlights. The pork, quite impressively, cut with a fork and melted in your mouth. Mmmm. I also really enjoyed the tasty salad and some fresh hot bread that was a treat. Songs were sung in between removes. Feckless Fear Dearg led off with the Bacon Song (a tradition for the event) and another song about Meridies that I didn't catch the name of (Fair Meridies is the name, I recently discovered :) ). Song and Gerard also graced the hall with melody. We all contributed to a round of happy birthday for Her Majesty, Emiline. If there as a let down in the evening, it was the lack of a bacon themed dessert. Cheescake? Not bacon cheescake? Are you kidding me! :) Need to work on that for next year.

Crimson River has a real winner in Bacon Bash. I found a solid, down home, event that represents all the best there is in being Meridian. Styrbjorn and I had a great time and it was well worth the trip from our home in Easaraigh. They are gracious hosts and a fun bunch of folks to hang out with. I wish them many more years of awesomeness with Bacon Bash. Excellent job!

Well met, friends. Safe journey to thee.

Ld. Eoin Mac Cana, CACM
Squire of House Aspiring
Seneschal, Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies

Musings - Summer 2015

Musings

Summer, 2015

I haven't blogged much this summer, allowing the incessant nagging of the mundane to embrace me and carry me on journeys I didn't seek out.

Here are a few observations and random thoughts to fill the digital void.

Friendship has as many definitions as there are stars in the sky. For me, friends once met and bonded are always there regardless of the time that passes, events that occur, or realities that impede. This year I have reconnected (on various levels) with many friends, siblings (metaphorical), and connections from the past. It has been a pleasant journey so far. If you are one of those that fall into this consideration, know that I truly do appreciate  knowing you and sharing brief episodes of my personal sitcom (exaggeration) with you as we move ever onward through life. Every small contact is worthy of the time we spend on the effort. While some of us have the charisma to make it known to the world what we are feeling at that moment in time, those of us who acknowledge with the short nod or the quiet smile or distant laugh or firm handshake do feel the same things as the rest and are better humans for the act sharing that moment of time with the people that make up our who's-who of friends.

The Shire of Easaraigh held our Northern Regional War Practice last month. It was a small, friendly event. Much fun was had. A big thanks to Ysabel and Corbin for the assist with rapier. It was great seeing many our our regional neighbors on a sunny day in July.

Being a SCAdian in a small shire is hard work.  A prosperous group must be cared for and nourished to stay in that state. A struggling group requires the same nourishment for nothing more than survival. I live in the latter. It takes all participants of the group to maintain the health of the group. I have existed in all states of membership in my Shire, from inactive to leader and back again. As SCAdians, it is important to remember that the greatest lesson that we get (IMHO) out of this hobby is the idea of practical service. It takes all participants of this hobby to make this hobby work. Without a willingness to serve there are no events, groups, or society. We go through an evolution of thought as we start 'Living the Dream'. When we truly decide to stay with it is when the realization of a 'service attitude' sinks in. It makes us better people in and out of our element. It is a gift. I try to remember this always in all things. But, I especially make the effort to bring this with me when I am with my Shire because that is where it is most needed. If you live in the prosperous SCA, keep an eye out for the small groups. Never forget that they are sharing in the same 'Dream' as you are, but are doing it without many of the luxuries that prosperity brings. If you are in that small group, don't get caught thinking you are on your path alone. Remember that there are others walking with you, unrealized, that are willing to share the journey with you and share in the joyful burden that is life with the SCA.

I was reminded today of the anniversary of another loss of life. A soldier. A trooper that I shared duty with and responsibility for for a period of his time with us. He was the best soldier he could be. He was his best version of himself at the end. He found his way out of the mundane distractions and temptations that lead us from the path of quality citizenship. Many people make an oath to serve and through innocence or ignorance fail to grasp what that oath means. An oath is a real thing. I was an innocent at first. Anyone who has witnessed that thing called 'sacrifice', that is so often made trivial, is taught the hard lesson of an oath's reality. As a veteran, I know the reality of an oath. It is not a thing to be taken lightly. It will always be cowardly to break an oath, regardless of innocence or ignorance. An oath is a hard thing that does not know mercy or cowardice. An oath is binding. An oath will always be honored and paid in full once given. On this anniversary of a troopers passing, I am reminded of the truth of an 'oath' and what it means.

The 'Hadi Banner Tour' will recommence soon. My friends farewell tour is not done yet.

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

Ld. Eoin Mac Cana, CACM
Squire of House Aspiring
Seneschal, Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies

Clyde's Travel Log - Crown List of Meridies

Crown List of Meridies

Montgomery Bell State Park (Burns, TN)

Shire of Glaedenfeld

May 24, 2015

The 4th event of the Hadi banner tour, Spring Crown List.

It was a day of old friendships being renewed, new friends being found and the raw satisfaction of deciding the next heir to our Kingdom through martial prowess. I was able to get a pic (above) with my old running buddy, Fionn. We started playing this game together back in A.S. XXIII (i.e. - 'The Good Ole' Days').

I daytripped Crown List with Marek. Crown Lists are an event that I have rarely attended over the years.  I'm not sure why. I won't be able to offer much detail on the event other than the small piece that Marek and I attended. The full event encompassed a Kingdom Arts & Sciences competition on Saturday with Crown List on Sunday. We did not attend feast, but judging by the menu, it looked to be very much top notch.

My first was the one won by Hadi. I actually went to that one for his elevation, not the list. My second list was another with Hadi in the Arkansas. This was one of his attempt at the elusive duchy peerage. And while we had a good time, he did not win. 

The third Crown List I attended was many years later right before I was deployed. Ellen and I watched and she took many pictures. It was in Nant-y-derwyddon. Then there was one in Thor's Mountain after I returned. Ellen and I hung out with James that day. Then there was this one hosted by Glaedenfeld. It was a first for Marek. I went with the intent to just enjoy the day and hoped to see some of the best in the kingdom at the peek of the art form vie for the elusive pointy hat and hard seat.

Fighting in crown is a fickle thing that I've always held the view should only be fought be those who are prepared to win and can manage the consequences of such an endeavor. I've seen, over the years, many people petition for entry in the list just for the sake of fighting the best heavy fighters in the kingdom. I don't hold to that, and thankfully we have MGT now, so it seems that Crown List has far less problems with 'thrill' seeking participants than it used to.

While there was a strong breeze blowing all day, the day was otherwise excellent in regards to weather. 

The list ran as a double elimination with a best 2 out of 3 each round. There were 25 or so entrants and this made for a very long list that ran well into the afternoon.

While the list was predominantly represented by the early period styles of fighting with center-grip shields, there were a good number of other styles represented from ancient Mediterranean to later period european. Everyone was fighting sword and shield.

Everyones livery was in good condition and it seemed that all the combatants had made proper preparations to look their best. Well done.

There were many entertaining moments throughout the day. In one such moment, Sir Gnaeus fought Earl Sir Robert. What made it humorous was the fact that it matched one of the tallest fighters (Gnaeus) with one of the shortest (Robert). They sparred for some time at the start with Robert eventually taking a leg and arm from Gnaeus only to end in double kill. 

The list ended with Sir Wulfstan defeating Sir Barthelemy. Like all the fights of the day, it was well fought. A traditional heater fighter in Wulfstan with the elusive, feint driven center grip style of Barthelemy made for an awesome final match. Wulfstan defeated Barthelemy in the third after splitting the first two matches evenly. Corona Vult!

During the day I was able to spend some time chatting with Sir Mandin finally. As a squire brother to my mentor, Hadi, his friendly demeanor and company is always welcomed. Additionally, I found my long time friend Fionn was in attendance. We went to high school together and he and I used to be thick as thieves in our early SCAdian days. Made my day.

There was also a charity tournament for Wounded Warrior. Marek and I donated, but I chose not to fight. Its just as well since the Crown List pushed late causing the whole schedule to run late.

With Marek needing to work early the next day, we departed site before dusk for the journey home. We had a great day just being spectators and observing the tried and true due process of the Kingdom in action.

Marek and I took a tough guy shot with Hadi's banner. Note the surly snarl...

Not much of an event report this time. Ill do better next time around.

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

Ld. Eoin Mac Cana, CACM
Squire of House Aspiring
Seneschal, Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies

Clyde's Travel Log - Fools War XXVI - Saxon Violence

Fool's War XXVI - Saxon Violence

Al Sihah Shrine Park (Macon, GA)

Shire of Tir Briste

April 23-26, 2015

The 3rd stop on the Hadi Banner Tour - Fool's War XXVI.

Earl Benen, Marek and I journeyed into the southern lands of Meridies to visit Tir Briste for the event. Fool's War is a long running event with a good history of excellent fighting and great fun. The event was at a new site this year (Al Sihah Shrine Park) outside of Macon, GA.The event was centered on a Saxon theme. From the event flyer:

Earl Benen and I fought on the side of Wessex led by Sir Thomas Alfred. Middlesex was led by Earl Ulric von Brandenburg, Sussex was led by Duke Thorsten in Rollosson (Trimaris) and Essex was led by Sir Dietrich von Stroheim (Atlantia). (I think I have the right nomenclatures for everyone) That is Sit Thomas out in front of his Wessex warband as the 4 on 4 free-for-all melee started.  Note the Essex contingent creeping in from the east behind him.

The fighting was solid and fun. It was a good inter-kingdom affair with all the trappings typical of a large scale melee. We had 4 teams. Throughout the event, the teams were aligned and rearranged in different ways to determine the 'victor' to be named the 'Bretwalda' for all the Saxon factions. To this end, Earl Ulric's Middlesex came out on top and united the forces under his banner. It should be noted that the Middlesex contingent unfairly was reinforced by the King of Meridies, Mordan, and and a group of Danefolk. No one can stand before the gaze and might of Meridian majesty and be victorious. Everyone knows this.

For myself, I had a fairly rough day on the field but did enjoy it in spite of the difficulties. It was my first melee event fighting since Gulf Wars in 2006. I was very much in a 're-learning how to fight melee' mode most of the day. In the first round, I took an overzealous blow. That coupled with some queasiness I went into the day with had me sit down for a couple of rounds. I recovered and got back into the fray to be impaled, bowled over and dog piled upon over several engagements which all culminated in me leaving the field earlier than I would have wished. Next time will be better.

Public Service Announcement: Once again, the smart guy who knows better (read: ME) failed to stay hydrated enough. DRINK WATER! If you want to have a chance of staying on the field, you have got to stay hydrated. No reason not to. No excuse for not doing it. DRINK WATER! Additionally, prepare to be prepared. I knew I was going into a melee and did not prepare my body for it. DRINK WATER! You've got to 'pre-hydrate' in the days leading up to these events. Wearing a heavy kit and trumping around in the Southeastern US humidity places a heavy toll on your body. DRINK WATER! Be aware. Take care of yourself.

The event activities started very late due to a deluge of rain that began early in the morning and went to almost noon. The rain caused the field to be inundated with water that produced muddy tracks for mundane vehicles to get bogged down in. Once the rain left, humidity spiked and the sun started intermittently peaking out to oppress the populace resulting in a fairly short day of fighting. By 2:30ish, a majority of the heavy combatants had retired from the field. Additionally, Mother Nature plagued the site with Fire Ants. While our troupe was lucky in not encountering the scourge, many were not.

Our intrepid group camped with Macleod Keep and Sir Baras' house. Sir Simon, Mistress Katharine and Sir Baras are most excellent hosts whose hospitality is top notch. I am horrible with names so apologize for not remembering everyone we met in the camp. We had a great time. No cup ever went unfilled and no plate was found empty. They are gracious and courteous hosts that I look forward to meeting again in my travels.

At the end of the day, with another impending storm lurking to the west, we opted to pack up and make our journey home. Marek and I as well as a few 'less meaty' men assisted Earl Benen in extracting our war wagon from the car park. We played a short and exhausting game of Tetris as we packed the camp into our chariot. We bid our farewells and made the journey north just as the rains begun again.

Fool's War is still a fun event. I would consider this a down year due to the weather and site difficulties, but like an Meridian event we found fun, friends and food in plenty. I congratulate Tir Briste in pulling off Fool's War in the most difficult of circumstances. The did an outstanding job in less than ideal conditions.

Well met, friends. Safe journey to thee.

Clyde's Travel Log - Iris Faire 2015

Iris Faire 2015
Montgomery Bell State Park (Burns, TN)
Shire of Glaedenfeld
April 17-19, 2015

The second stop in the Hadi Banner Tour, Iris Faire.

Tournaments.

Funny thing about tournaments, at least for me, is that I have always had a small, nagging bit of apprehension whenever I've committed to fighting in them. Its a mental thing that I've never really gotten over. I think it's the fun versus competitiveness idea coming to a head. Those ideas are contrary to each other in my mind. I was reminded of this concept at Iris Faire as you will soon read (if you read past this part anyway...).

I went to site on Friday solo, acting as advanced party for 5 additional shirefolk, to ensure that feast space was secured. I arrived shortly before 9pm, and to our joy, I was successful. Feast space secured, I got 'climatized to the atmospherics (garbed)' and settled in to some kitchen servitude by manning a cutting board and chopper knife with several others from the hosting group, Shire of Glaedenfeld, and area groups. I had a lot of fun. I mostly just sat listening to the banter while we chopped up several metric tons of root vegetables of many origins.

While we were doing kitchen prep, several other persons were in the hall playing games and socializing. It was very relaxing and very much what I consider 'good event' criteria for a Friday night. I retired and was in the rack by 1 am.

The next morning I awoke at 6, completed my morning ritual in the serene environment that the camp provided (Montgomery Bell is one of the better current venues in Northern Meridies) and proceeded to the hall for some break fast and determining what the local 'SCA TIME' adjustment was going to be.

Break Fast involved some very good quiche with BACON! and cheese. That had me humming 'Everything is Awesome!' to myself as I sipped on java and wrote in my journal. Local SCA time was in effect, so I was able to enjoy a casual ramp up to the day with no pressure to rush anything. It made for a very relaxing start as I dove into my second cup of joe and shared some idle chat with some of the populace of the hall.

My friend and mentor, forever part of my SCA life, came to my forethought again as I was pulled into a discussion of SCA belts and meanings for a newcomer. I had a moment. The dialogue concerned the symbol on the tongue of the belt and how that represents the peer who issued the belt. And how, the deeds of the wearer of the belt are being watched by the peer and that a individual witnessing the deeds of the wearer can report those deeds (good or bad) to the peer. Simple truth. I was totally unprepared for the reminder and thankful that the discussion stopped there. My response would have made for an awkward moment for a newcomer discussion. (Back story on the 'why' can be found here)

Eventually, field preparations started up and I found guidance for setting up a sunshade so set to the task. The day was partly cloudy and fairly pleasant early on, though there were some moments later in the afternoon leaning toward hot and humid that were luckily few and far between.

The party for Easaraigh showed up before the tourney started. My wife Ellen, our herald, Asa, and 3 newcomers daytripped to the event. We had a good representation for our group and demonstrated support for our neighbor. Its a good feeling when your home group travels en masse. As they settled in, the heavy tournament got going.

I participated in a basic double elimination tournament with 11 or so other heavy combatants. The fighting was great and everyone was excellent. I went 2 and 2 myself. My fun versus competitiveness demon came to bear causing my biggest issue. This particular demon comes to bear through the concept of 'Act of Chivalry' or AOC. For those of you not in the know, an 'Act of Chivalry' in SCA fighting involves a sacrifice on the part of a fighter in the face of a 'wounded' opponent. For example, I take my opponents legs. As an 'Act of Chivalry' I give up the use of my legs to keep the fight evenly matched.

An 'Act of Chivalry' in SCA fighting can be seen as a very honorable or chivalric thing. And, it can also be seen as a very ignorant thing. There are many arguments for and against. My personal point of view is that it lends itself more to the fun side of fighting and makes it more enjoyable for the spectators. It adds showmanship. Hadi told me that it is an admirable thing to do but don't be stupid with it. If a fighter is better than you and you get an advantage, keep it if you can. Don't surrender it. I *TRY* to stick to this mantra. Anyway, being rusty in my fighting and having an instinctual (if not habitual) need to liberally apply 'Act of Chivalry' through all my fights in the list when the opportunity for AOC presented, I relented to my demon without hesitation. I enjoy the challenge and it is more fun (or punishing now that I think of it) for me at some level when I keep the field level in my mind anyway.

Having only been in armor this year 1 time before the tournament and neglecting to spend any time practicing on my knees, I probably leaned toward the stupid side of the AOC concept. Both fights I lost, I lost after giving an AOC. There are no guarantees that I would have won those rounds, but I did not help my cause any.

Personal philosophy moment: Id rather have fun in my SCA fighting. If victory every becomes more important that fun, Ill walk away.

So, I had fun. I don't think I missed any calls. I enjoyed my opponents and hope that they enjoyed combat with me. That is what it is about. I think you can be successful and have fun. Does it require work? Yes. Does it require sacrifice? Yes. Does it require you to sacrifice your fun. NO!

Anyway, back to the event. Gunnar from Caid won the heavy tourney. Good fighter and a fun opponent (put me in the losers bracket :( ). I had two good deaths (something that has gone out of style it seems) but good fun throughout the tourney. After a short break, pickups started for the heavies and we got into some bear pit rotations. Good fights. Laughter. Camaraderie. Everything you can ask for.

I started to run out of gas later in the afternoon. I managed to stay in armor for 5 hours or so without any major issues. I did get a little dehydrated, but not too bad. DRINK WATER! It was an excellent day for me on the heavy field.

Late in the afternoon, I noticed Sir Valdryk providing some fighter instruction on the field and I wrangled our Easaraigh fighter prospects to go observe. It was an excellent period of instruction for our new guys and some great insight for me as well. Awesome stuff.

There were many other activities at the event that I missed out on but heard good things about during the day. Live weapons and Archery occurred. There was a strong A&S competition and many, many classes. The Rapier fighters had 2 or 3 tournaments. There was an awesome lunch that I missed out on. It was a full day of activities for anyone and everyone. A well rounded, full featured event.

Newcomer support. I can't say enough about how well the locals at the event worked with our newcomers. Glaedenfeld and everyone in attendance set a high bar for the SCA newcomer experience. Iris Faire should be a premier destination for first time event goers.

Early in the evening we sat down for an excellent feast. Everything was top notch. The Kitcheners at Iris Faire outdid themselves. Toasts and at-a-boys all around. Everyone left full and sated with a smile on their face. I don't remember everything I ate, but I remember liking it.

Overall, I can't say enough for how good of an event that Iris Faire was. It was outstanding. The Glaedenfeld team overcame the loss of a stolen trailer of Shire property and pulled off an event that was an excellent example of an event done right. It had the Meridian 'small-town charm' that many of us older SCAdians reminisce about. It served activities to pretty much any and all interests. It was one heck of an event and Glaedenfeld should be very proud of it. Thanks to the Shire of Gaedenfeld. You guys kicked butt.

Well met, friends. Safe journey to thee.