Gulf Wars XXX - An Epilogue

Gulf Wars XXX - An Epilogue

King's Arrow Ranch Lumberton, MS
March 12 - 20, 2022

First, let me preface this by saying that the observations and opinions that follow are mine. If I step on a toe or even graze a foot, it is not my intent to besmirch any names or offend. I am only tossing my thoughts to the ethereal wind for the world’s deckers to ignore as nothing more than some binary noise polluting the streams. In sharing, I am communicating ideas that normally would stay securely in my brainlocker for me to mumble under my breath in those moments when witnessed, an onlooker would classify me as a ‘nut’. I’m just shouting at the moon in a quiet voice for all to ignore. All that being said, you can choose to ignore my ramblings as well. This communication medium makes me feel better and that is all that matters in this telling. So, enjoy or not. There is no spoon.

Gulf Wars XXX as come and gone. Like the 29 before, it was Gulf Wars. But, it was also not Gulf Wars. Something felt off. We were there. I was there. Over 2,000 others were also there. What was off? The merchants were there. Mostly. I saw tents and fights and classes. I saw golf carts and porta johns. The things were there. But something… something felt amiss.

It could have been the two ‘missing’ years where the event did not officially occur. I do not really think that was the problem. Let us explore things a little here and brainstorm.

The 800lb gorilla in the world, Covid, could be the missing thing. But, at the event, it did not seem like it was even a concern.  For someone like me, who has done there best to follow protocols and guidance as the disease has made it through the world, I did not ‘feel’ the presence of much in the way of precaution. Now granted, the event is outdoors. That works in our favor, but in general it appears that the majority that attended the event did not recognize or in some cases even acknowledge the happenings of the past two years. The event fell under the Gleann Abhann policy for protocols which at best is a common sense policy in the terms it outlines for mask usage. I think it was mostly ignored with few exceptions. The populace was adamant that there would be a Gulf Wars and most did their best to treat it like an island of normal SCA as it was pre-pandemic. Did I expect masks to be worn 100% of the time? No. I did not. Did I expect masks to be worn when distancing could not be achieved? Yeah, I think I did. What did I witness? Some masking early in the event to none by the end of the week. There was a general ‘so be it’ acceptance that said, ‘I trust that everyone is OK and clear of any infection’. I hope that no one gets sick, but if at least one person was there and was, then there will be others. If COVID came to Gulf Wars 30, It would have had plenty of opportunity for unimpeded transmission. I am saddened a little that the perceived collective populace attitude of my fellow SCAdians was one of denial and not caution. I cannot say that it is in opposition to my expectations through. From what I have noted in smaller events recently, this attitude was the trend. The mundane world has shown that it is tired of the virus and taking a ‘damn the torpedoes’ attitude in most if not all situations. Infection rates have tanked in recent weeks. That is good and I hope it stays this way. Even I felt this apathy toward self-protection by the end of the week. I still don’t know how I feel about how the week played out. I was happy for the appearance of normality but also alarmed at the cavalier attitude I witnessed. At best I am conflicted by the whole thing. Ill leave that there for now.

If not the gorilla, what was off about things? Something that seemed to be a constant was that the event seemed stale. Like it was going through the motions with little intent. There were things happening, albeit often behind schedule. Staff was there, often needing more help. Parties where held, but subdued. We had good and bad weather.. that may have been the only thing that was right and true as I think about it. When I look at the event with over 2,000 in attendance that still seemed to be a little off, I started thinking what was a normal Gulf Wars like? Normal attendance is around 3,500. That borders on almost twice many as the attendance we had. My theory, this is just an opinion, is that the ‘missing’ part of the event was the other almost 2,000 hearts and minds that did not come. So, the something missing is all the contributions of the attendance that was not there. How many ideas were not hatched? How many persons were not there to contribute to the events success? How many heroes were not there to leap out from the crowd and save the day? That, in my humble opinion, was the real missing element. Do not mistake my intent here. There was fun had. It was a good event. Lots of stuff happened. I just think that the missing attendance had the unfortunate result of creating gaps and vacancies in activities that while not immediately noticed did contribute to a feeling of something not exactly right. Staff shortages and scheduling issues were larger symptoms of the absent attendance. It felt to me that the collective ‘we’ tried to hold a ~4,000 person event with only ~2,000 people. ‘We’ tried to do all the things, just like we did last time there was a Gulf Wars. ‘We’ tried hard to do that. I think ‘we’ just overreached in the attempt and created an event that was good but not great.

So, what did I get out of it after the observations above?

Firstly, I did not fight much. ‘I has sad’ for that. All said, I geared up and fought one day of the event for just a few hours. Why? Time has granted me a foot issue that will most likely be my burden to bear for the rest of my days. I am still adjusting to this and I am not happy about it. I offer my apologies to my Bear brothers. I put a lot of side-eye on myself for not being on the field to help and prove my worth. I did have fun the day I fought. Warmed up with Sir Randver then fought in the Trimarian Bear Pit tourney. I got some good laughs in. Wanted more but trying to be smart and not liking it.

Second, I did some service. I marshalled for the heavy town battle on Tuesday. It wasn’t planned. I was going to take pictures, but before lay on there was a call for marshals and there were not enough by far on the field. So, I grabbed a tabard and a staff and marshalled. I also completed an entourage shift for HRH Paraskova on Thursday. So, that was my bit of service for the war and kingdom outside of the Foxes Den encampment. In camp, I tried to be a good campmate and help where able. Service was done.

Third, I socialized. Though, not to the level of most. I spent time with my camp around the fire. I spent time with my knight and sister squire. I visited with new friends over dinner at St Martins (it was some really good Korean food, mmmm). But, I mostly kept to myself. No parties. No battles. Only a few hugs and several fist bump greetings. Just me enjoying some outside time after a 2 year hibernation. It was enough and I did not feel the need to run off screaming from ‘too much people’.

The rest of the week was spent limiting my time on foot, which was not an easy thing to do at Gulf Wars. It’s a big site and nothing is ever close by it seems.  I had so many hours of walking time each day before I had problems. Made it through the week without too much trouble. Just took care to be smart and not dumb with what I chose to do.

That is my take on Gulf Wars XXX. Was it a great event? Not by old standards. Was it a good event? Yeah. It allowed SCAdians to reconnect. If nothing more was accomplished than that, that made it successful. Gulf Wars XXX was a solid wedge in the door to normalization. It wasn’t perfect. It did not have to be. All it had to do was exist and have people come and they did. Good job.

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

Baron Eoin Mac Cana called 'Clyde'

Squire to Earl Benen MacTire

Warden of the Northern Plateau
Knight Marshal, Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies

Gulf Wars XXX - A Preface

Gulf Wars XXX - A Preface

King's Arrow Ranch Lumberton, MS

March 12 - 20, 2022

As acceptance of a ‘new normality’ permeates society, with trepidation I am venturing forth into the larger part of my SCA hobby again. Gulf Wars XXX starts in a few days. With the exception in the fall of last year when there was a lull in the infections, I have been isolated from the in person aspects my hobby for the better part of 2 years. My house has been very pragmatic about the pestilence and isolation has been our primary means of combatting the plague on the land. From this controlled world, I am venturing forth into a large and chaotic environment of an SCA war event.

My thoughts for the past month have been all over the place as I have prepared for this trip. I have balanced on the edge of going and not going the whole time. It’s only really been this last week that I have fully convinced myself into acceptance. With that acceptance, I wanted to put some words down to provide myself a benchmark for future reference. This is no small act for me.

My reluctance comes from the fact that the disease has not left the land. It probably never will. The controls with which our society has to combat the problem have been placed firmly in the hands of the individual and while I want to trust people, the rule of thumb is that an individual can be smart but a crowd of people is quite often not. As a person that has several markers that put me in a high risk category for problems from infection, I exercise caution and accept personal protection as a requirement when I venture into the world now. My attitude in this is not fear driven, it is preventive care and the desire to have the best health I can have for me and mine as I grow older. All of this being said, a large gathering of people is concerning. Gulf Wars is a large gathering and I am electing to venture forth into it. Since Gulf Wars is an outdoor camping event, I feel if gives me a certain amount of control as an individual that works in my favor and is a large part of why I feel ‘OK’ going. 

Masking will be a big part of my control while I am at the event. While there is a mask policy in play, the reality is that I fully expect that to be selectively ignored based on what I have seen in events held so far since things have started opening back up. For me, I plan to be wearing one anytime I am around people while there. Which means, Ill be wearing one most of the time. One of the challenges of masking around people will be if I do any fighting. There is no mask requirement for people fighting and social distancing while fighting is hard to do in some scenarios. I hope to do some fighting, but will be tempering that with some caution. I really don’t want to get into any ‘scrums’. That means I may not play in some scenarios (bridge, fort, ravine for example) where a ‘scrum’ is really how the fight plays out.

My management of personal needs protecting myself from the plague versus my obligations as a participant in my hobby will be challenging. Mentally, I’ve been putting pressure on myself in regards to what is expected of me (real or imagined) at the event. The game is what we make it. Can I do my ‘part in the play’ to the level of expectation I have set for myself with the real world controls I want to have in place? I am not sure.

I was inducted into the Legion of the Bear prior to the shutdown. The expectation from that at Gulf Wars is that I am on the field playing the good sergeant’s role in the cohort. There is also peripheral obligations like checking IDs at the Known World Party. Balancing the needs of the Order against my own will be challenging. As a new inductee, I want to be a member in good standing worthy of the honor. I don’t want to let down this order. I was also inducted into the Order of the Bough prior to the shutdown, a service order. Can I find a way to serve at the event that allows me to exercise the control I will be comfortable with? How will I uphold the honor of this recognition? Both orders deserve my participation. How to I weigh my commitments to them in the balance of my own needs?

I have an urge to fight. I find great enjoyment in the exercise. But, I don’t want to get into close crowds of people. At a war, this is a contradiction as fighting goes. Ill find some ways. Just not sure I will do as much as I normally would. I also have to be mindful of some physical limitations to not hobble myself trying to have some fun.

Parties. I will not be going to any parties without a good reason. A drink in hand is an justification to go without a mask at these gatherings. But, I don’t typically go to these things without reason anyway. Not a prude, but I don’t drink alcohol and really don’t like being around it. 

While the event is a vacation and should be enjoyable and relaxing, I have a lot of anxiety about it. Ill be brewing on it the whole way down to the site. Reading my commentary to this point, I’m wondering why I even am going. But, I always feel anxiety when I go to events. I’m an introvert. The past two years have entrenched my feelings and comforts that come from my introverted nature. Being out in the world will do me good. Being around other people will do me good. At the very least, Ill enjoy being outside for a while. Even if the rest of the event gives me pause.

I think around people at the event, I will probably seem standoffish and maybe aloof. I laugh, but I think that is probably how many SCA folk that don’t know me see me anyway. I am the grim looking man standing off to the side watching the event. Now, I’ll be that grim looking, masked man off to the side watching the event. If you see me, know that I’m mostly friendly, only slightly abrasive, and I might even like you. I don’t mean to look angry, I’m just drawn that way.

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

Baron Eoin Mac Cana called 'Clyde'

Squire to Earl Benen MacTire

Warden of the Northern Plateau
Knight Marshal, Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies

Clyde's Travel Log - Perspective

The Fortress of Solitude
30 July 2020

Perspective is a powerful thing. Watching my community and the world react to current events has reminded me of this concept time and again. Specifically, how a person reacts to being told to do something for their and the safety of others.

In mid-2004, I was told to leave my home. I was sent to a semi-isolated location. I was provided gear and training on that gear. I was told to wear that gear. I was expected to look out for the safety of myself and those around me. Later that year, I was sent to a completely isolated location. I wore what I was told. I did what was expected of me. I was never promised that doing what I was told would protect me from all danger, but it would decrease my personal risk and the risk for those I was with. I did not question what I was told. I accepted it as reasonable precaution and with thoughtfulness for those around me.

Late in 2005, my part in that event was over and I returned to my normal life along with almost all of those that were isolated with me, but a few did not find safe passage home. Of the few, it was not failure to take precaution or lack of protection. It was the simple fact that the threat overwhelmed the preparation. A person can prepare, can act, but an antagonist can always present a scenario that either unaccounted for or through sheer determination, will defeat the precautionary actions taken.

That period of time, I was a soldier. I could have objected to do as I was told and if I did, there would have been repercussions. There is always a risk vs cost case for any decision. I chose to do as I was told and the result was favorable for me and many, many of those with me at that time.

As a people, we do things all the time that we are told to do for our own safety. It’s a matter of survival. It's not a conspiracy. It doesn’t make us lambs for slaughter. In most cases, it makes us stronger.

Ultimately, choosing to do something to aid your survival in this life is your choice. You can choose. A government, a scientist, a friend or a family member can tell or ask you to do something, but it is your choice to act or not. To do or to not.

History is full of examples of people making choices about their safety that, in hindsight, were absolutely correct or horrendously wrong. As I see it, we are in the middle of one of those moments now. Like so many times before, the choice of millions of individuals is unfolding. Only now, its real time. Those choices are laid bare for all to see with hourly updates brought right into your home. History is being written and rewritten every second. It is rare in our experience to witness the outcome of our choices so readily in our own timeframe.

As a soldier, it's easy to be told and to act. It is ingrained in me to always strive for the best and safest course of action for myself and those I care for (and even those I don't know). Tell me I'm safer if I stay home. No problem. Tell me to stay away from others. No problem. Tell me I should wear PPE when I have to be around people or in public. No…problem…

Yes, I miss going where I want, when I want and hanging out with others. I want to leave my house and go. These are not sacrifices. These are hopefully just temporary inconveniences. This is my 'gift' to my community, friends and family. I will do what I can to not catch and/or spread a contagion. It is a simple choice that I make for me, mine and maybe for you. All it takes is a little patience and a willingness to truly care about the outcome of our actions.

In a world of instant gratification, being asked to have patience for any duration longer than it takes to change clothes has become a burden too heavy to bear for some. I think on our ancestors version of patience vs ours. And we don’t have to go back far in history to see how exponentially different their definition of patience is compared to now. Add to this the things they had to do or were willing to do to protect themselves from the scourges of their time. Really, think on it. I realize how trivial our trials really are. With all we have at our fingertips, a little compliance and patience is such small price to pay.

Perspective. Am I wired different? I don’t think so. I want to be safe and not cause harm. I am not offended when asked to act in a way to help my fellow man. It is a choice. That is all. We all have it in ourselves to safeguard our existence. It's called a survival instinct. All we need now is a willingness to see this through. It's simple, really. Protect yourself and in that act, protect everyone. Only when we are all rowing in the same direction will we all find a normality we can live with.

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

Baron Eoin Mac Cana called 'Clyde'
CAL, MLU, CBB, CACM, CKP, CAS 
Warden of the Northern Plateau 
Squire to Earl Benen Mac Tire, KSCA, OL, OP 
Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies

Clyde's Travel Log - The Absence of Communiques from the Front…

From Easaraigh, Late A.S. LIV.

To my dear comrade, HL Figimund of Faraway, Counsel to the Meridian envoy, Eoin, a squire of the household of the Earl Benen Mactire, greetings and a ready will to do his pleasure.

My lord, many apologies to you for my lack of correspondence in the most recent period. The summer months have been dreadfully busy here and the fall has shown us no respite. It took the winter months and the blowing of the northern winds to calm our chaotic spirits to the point that allowed for such rewarding activities as letter writing.

My last missive, I believe, was in the spring after the Iris Faire event held at the nearby Barony of Glaedenfeld. Much has happened since then, as you can imagine. To that end, I will attempt to summarize for you the events of the latter half of the year so as to make you current with the state of affairs here.

I spent the remainder of spring in the Shire. The shire had a good spring with our breeding stock providing us with an abundant swell in the numbers of our herds. The plantings proceeded well into the early summer and there was much hope for a fruitful harvest later in the year.

At spring coronation, my lady wife, Ellen, was announced to Order of the Pelican. A high and well-earned honor awarded at the start of the new reign of Sebastianos and Morgan. She was put on vigil and elevated at the Royal University of Meridies later in the summer. Many came out to share wisdom with her and the whole Shire pitched in to support her through the deed. It was a grand affair. You would have enjoyed it. I am so proud of her recognition. She wears it well.

I did not attend Crown List this Spring, but Ellen did. The list was won by Boru with Mistress Fianna as his consort. Ellen and I offered our service as entourage and were accepted. We have provided service when able and have found these heirs to be very good gentles worthy of our attention.

In the high summer, the call to attend was received by messenger for all good Meridians at the Black Axe event in the month of June. Ellen and I went on behalf of the Shire, feeling the gravitas of the summons. Add to that the extreme heat that settled this summer, it almost felt as if some deity of old was dispensing punishment to the lands. The meeting itself, was a minor spectacle, as I understand things. Many important personages from far off lands as well as officials from Rome herself were in attendance. I sat and listened to the proclamations and commentary with interest. The messages varied from person to person but I was able to pull a common thread from the woven tale. Our people have not been effectively communicating. People are talking but not listening. Assumptions are being made without firm footing. The populace (in general) is upset. The officials present recommended a course of action to solve the crisis and the meeting adjourned. In our return to the Shire, we haven't heard any rumblings since. I hope that people are finding a better way forward. If not, I suspect that we may find more visitors from Rome in our midst. On a good note, there was a charity tournament there that raise a considerable amount and was well attended.

The shire held its annual gathering (Warden's Challenge) late in the summer (August). It was well attended. We had archers from all over the region there as well as many scholars holding classes for those who came. Our new princess, Fianna, came and held court. We built upon our previous successes and represented well. Easaraigh is a good shire with many fine people.

As harvest approached, it appears that the summer heat had taken its toll on  the crops and livestock as well. Our yields were not as we hoped. After paying our tithes to the Kingdom, I believe the shire will be OK for the winter but we will have to be miserly and wise with our stores. 

As fall arrived, the heat did not diminish and may have even intensified. The fall tourney season was upon us, so no man-at-arms, squire or knight worth their salt would falter or fail to stand tall in the face of the sweltering air. I tell you that there were times when I had spent all I had in the hot trials of combat that followed, but I continued to push every last ounce of effort I could will to the fore. If I were a Greek, I would think that someone had slighted Dionysus herself and that deity's wrath was upon us. Regardless, I did attend many fine tournaments and found enjoinment in spite of the conditions.

Almost all of the Shires Fyrd attended Tourney of the Foxes at the start of the season. We even managed to field a team with in the Shires name along with the Shires of Crimson River and Nantyderwyddon. You would be proud to see the northern part of Meridies field so many stalwart fighters. It was a good day of combat. All the Shires fighters did very well.

Following Foxes, the Meridian Grand Tournament called all to the field under the challenge banners of honor and chivalry. I must tell you good friend, this was the largest tournament I had ever participated in. There were over 6 score combatants in the list. All were of the utmost caliber and of good standing. In the end, the skillful Jarl Ailgheanan won out as Grand Champion as daylight made way for dusk and torches were lit. This day was long and hard fought. I had not known exhaustion like this since my days on crusade with the king in the east. It was a good day.

I attended Bacon Bash not long thereafter. An excellent event hosted by our neighbors in Crimson River. A regional affair, I saw many well-known friends. The feast here is renowned for its excellence, and this years was no different. I had an average performance in the tournament there with no real answer (in my mind) as how to improve.
  
The elevation of Boru and Fianna occurred in the north on the Baronial lands of Glaedenfeld. It was an excellent affair that was well attended and finally, in the auspices of a semblance of fall weather. The cooler temperatures made it so much more enjoyable. There was a small tournament held that I was able to participate in. But my real memories of the event are of the changes initiated there to my fighting perspective. I confess, that I have been struggling in my effectiveness. In poor reflection of the good and sound counsel and tutelage of the Earl Benen, I had not been much of a challenge on the field for many opponent. My tournament prowess has been sub-par. I spent some time after the tournament with Duke Thorstenn and Duke Caillin in pickup fights late that afternoon as well as in converse with Sir Hrothgar. The effect of these encounters in combination with the advice of my esteemed peer, while subtle, has spurred me into a change in my approach to combat.

Wine Brawl came with these new 'ideas' sprouting in my mind. I did not fare extremely well in this tournament either, but my academic mind was starting to perceive some things differently. Additional counsel from knights present at the event (Eric, Earl Mordan, Conal, Hrothgar, Malachi, and others) was received along with some sound advice from His Majesty Boru. All of these things started to come together in a synergistic change of how I thought about fighting. Like many things in my nature, none of this was occuring suddenly or with speed, but as I look back on these moments I can see and recall specific things that have contributed to an 'awakening' of sorts.

These things culminated in a local practice in Easaraigh. Earl Benen was present and providing much of the same advice and support he has been. This time around though, I think that some part of me finally heard what was being said. I must say that the effect, was startling for me and I might add for others as well. At this practice, a change was started in my fighting style and approach that has been very rewarding.

I provided my service to the Kingdom at the fall Crown List that followed soon after. It was an excellent and well fought list. I enjoyed the spectacle immensely. Earl Timothy came out as victor with Countess Ysmay as consort. These Meridians are champions of honor, chivalry and grace. They will do good deeds in the months ahead.

I traveled south to Castle Wars after Crown List, as entourage to HRM Boru. I did not get to stay on the field as much as I would have liked due to a commitment to help run an IKCAC range there, but I did manage to join some melee late in the afternoon before the rains came. While I stayed busy, I had a good time and fun with my comrades on the field.

I continued to work on my new tournament mindset and finally got a chance to put into practice at the Barony of Glaedenfeld event, Mercato Invernale, held in December. My new found aggressiveness in tournament was evident and noticeable (even shocking) to everyone. Much remains to be worked on, but I have definitely found something worth pursuing and possibly an avenue to success in future tournament appearances.

In January, after a very wet start to winter here, I again presented these new concepts to tournament at Menhir sponsored by the Shire of Rising Stone to our west. I found myself fighting at least 30 bouts that day in the list. I did not keep track of wins or loses, as is my nature. But, I recall several moments of clarity where things just worked. I also recall laughing in my helmet all day long. I haven't had such a good time on the tourney field in recent memory. Early Benen formally brought a new squire (Ronan of Axebridge) and man-at-arms (Aerinndis Grikkfara) into his house there. It's good to have a fighting family to share with again. The last big surprise of the day was when the Bears of the Order of the Legion Ursi, had me called up by HRM Boru and Fianna to be inducted into the Legion. I did not and still don't have the words to share for this honor bestowed upon me. Its an accolade that I never thought I would receive to be honest. Yet, it happened. When I expressed my doubts to my new brothers and sisters of the order, the response has been an unanimous, 'You did this!'. I am still shocked by this happenstance.

In February, I made the trip south to my first Knight's Gambit event hosted by the Shire of Thorngill at Dalwhinnie Fields. Overcoming a poor start in the tournament there, I did have a good day fighting with several good bits of advice from more knight's that I can name to travel home with. I am still struggling a bit with the mental preparedness, but it's coming along. Trying to get all of these new concepts to become second nature has not been easy, but they are starting to fall in line more and more as I adopt the concepts and apply them. Again, the shock of surprise made contact with my person in court there. As I was preparing for some passes with Sir Kail, I was called to a attend HRM Boru. Not only had the Legio Ursi taken notice of me but also the Order of the Bough. Dismayed. I don't know how much good fortune a person is allowed in a given year, but I fear that I may have spent my allotment. Being struck wordless twice in as many months has me at a loss. But, it’s a good 'loss' and I shall recover and find my words again.

So, my dear Figimund, I believe this brings you current on events of import in Meridies, the Shire of Easaraigh, and of me. Now it seems, I need to get on to some baking as both of the orders I have been inducted into require pie (Ursi) and cookies (Bough) as an offering of admittance to the newly inducted. I will let you know how it turns out. 

Good health and fortune upon you, dear friend!



Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

THL Eoin Mac Cana called 'Clyde', CBM, MLU, 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 - Black Axe: A Festival of Kings

Black Axe: A Festival of Kings
Dalwhinnie Fields
Marion, AL
7-9 June 2019

My lady, Ellen, and I traveled to Dalwhinnie Fields for Black Axe this year. This was my second try at attending the event (last year did not turn out so well). We made the decision primarily because of the announced BOD meeting to be held there and some hope to enjoy other activities occurring before and after said meeting.

We chose to stay in lodging in nearby Selma for this trip. The weather forecast for the weekend was predicting a deluge in the area so we erred on the side of caution. While the inclement weather never surfaced, having the cool hotel room to return too after the days heat was worth in weight in coin.

I chose to participate in the two heavy tournaments held prior to the meeting. Both of the actions were well attended with high caliber combatants. The first tournament, the 'Black Axe' tournament, was seeded with a series of 6 grand melee engagements where the winner was moved into the final round. I had several good fights but regret that I did not pose much of a threat to any who opposed me. Im not sure what was wrong other than I was not 'tuned in' at all to the challenge. So, I fought my 6 and found a place to watch the final from in the shade.

Heat turned out to be a major issue as the day progressed. The foretold rain never surfaced and only the sun appeared and oppressed all who stood under its majesty with humidity and unmerciful heat.

The finals were found round robin style with rounds proceeding until there were only two left. Sir Lochlan took the day.

The second tournament was the '9 Lives Charity Tournament'. This was a William Marshal style competition with 'lives' driven by donations to the charity, a no-kill shelter for cats. I had several chances on the field so made an effort to cross swords with fighters that I did not get to fight in the previous event. I had several good matches and a few wins, but ultimately left the field before the time limit when the heat became too much to bear. Once again, Sir Lochlan beat out all fighters for the win. Much coin was raised in the effort and Sir Eric will be made to wear a 'cat suit' at Castle wars for the fundraising goal being surpassed. That should be a sight to see.

After some down time, to try and hydrate and recover, I made it to the BOD meeting just as it commenced.

While a full detail of the meeting is forthcoming, I will offer only a summary here. There were 10 BOD members in attendance. Master Lorcan Dracontius presided over the meeting as the Meridian ombudsman for the SCA. A review of how the SCA and Kingdom laws are applied and what has precedence was delivered by Duke John the Bearkiller. Master Lorcan led a Q&A session with the populace.

What was it all about? There has been some infighting in our Kingdom over how business is done. This is largely in regard to awards and peerages. That infighting has gotten ugly both in private and public. Threats were made. Our image tarnished. The BOD came to us to provide an opportunity for a fresh start and a chance to police the trouble as Meridian's with a not-so-subtle 'or else' tone. Recommendations were made for changes in Kingdom law that will be reviewed and announced as they come to the fore. A plea for 'finding middle ground' and 'communicating better' was stated many times by the populace.

My take on the affair is that some folks have been complete dolts. They have been so in public and have made things appear bleak. A select few may have taken one step further and made threats upon others. This lunacy is what the BOD intended to address. It has no place in our world and threatens to ruin it for everyone.

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The world according to Clyde says, 'The SCA is a hobby'. It thrives on participation. It only exists because a group of people believe it does and we will it into being. The Dream, as we like to call our hobby, lives within each of us. We have the power to make it good or bad. My choice is that the Dream is good. I will do what I can to make sure that the Dream I share with you is good. I have not the time or care of anything that will make it sour in our hearts and minds. We all bring our variations on the theme that is the Dream to bear for those we share it with. And that, is the danger. The Dream is constantly evolving and we should not be here for any reward other than sharing in the hobby and finding joy in the sharing. If you want to be a knight, then be knightly. Maybe, you will achieve accolades and an invitation to join a peerage someday. But then again, maybe not. Maybe…not. If that defines you, then you are missing the point as I see it. It's OK to have hope for something and even have goals, but you have to temper that in the reality that this shared experience is just that, a shared experience. Seek not the paper trappings suitable for framing and 'flair' adorning your person. Sure, those things are nice, but your personal success (or failure) in this enterprise should be based on who you are and how you share in this hobby we all want to love not in the physical accouterments of the order of precedence.

I have bonds made in this thing with people that I would never trade. People I would gladly share any burden with. I have felt joy in others accomplishments and humility in my own. I have trust in those around me to see and appreciate the acts of service, freely given. I strive to be selfless in act and never ask for reward. I seek a journey that is enough reward in itself and, hopefully, reward enough for those who share it with me. If I receive an accolade, that is awesome. If I don't receive an accolade, then everything is still awesome! This is the Dream I hold on to and try to nourish. Maybe, in some part, some of us need to ask ourselves a question about what our piece of the Dream is and if the reward of sharing in it is enough.

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So, after the meeting Ellen and I sat court with Their Majesties, Their Highnesses, and the landed Baronys of Iron Mountain and Glaedenfeld. Many fine gentles were rewarded for arts and service and for work with new comers. The Baron and Baroness of Iron Mountain requested a boon to be relieved of their duties to attend to other matters in their homeland and this was granted (future replacements TBD). But, the highlight of the court was an induction into our most cherished and sacred Order of the Chalice. The inductee was Master Edward of Yarborough and the populace rejoiced loudly. A happy end to a somewhat serious day and, I believe, a guidepost that humility may be the best virtue to seek in the current state of affairs.

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 - Iris Faire 2019: All the Things

Iris Faire 2019: All the Things
Montgomery Bell State Park
Burns, TN
20 April 2019

A letter I drafted to my friend, Figimund of Faraway, traveling abroad…

Eoin, Warden of the Northern Plateau, to the venerable and esteemed friend, His Lordship Figimund of Faraway, his most kind greeting.

Because I know that you especially desire to hear and to learn the state of affairs in the Laurel Kingdom of Meridies, I write to share a retelling of my journey to our neighboring Barony of Glaedenfeld and their yearly Iris Faire I attended on the day prior to this writing.

I had the pleasure of good company for the  early journey westward off of the Plateau. His excellency, Earl Sir Benen, my benefactor, made it known that he wished to travel to Baronial lands from his holdings north of the shire. While he had no official business to resolve, as it is early spring here and the king's taxes are not due for some time yet, he expressed a need to 'stretch his legs' and the journey to Iris Faire, being not long or arduous, was  an excellent opportunity to do just that.

The morning started damp but did not persist much after the noon bells. We made good time down the king's highway west into the old Lion's Mountain lands into the Baronial holdings proper. Traffic was light in the early morning hours of our journey. We held good converse on a wide range of topics and the time of the passage flowed by quickly.

We arrived at the site to find a warm hearth waiting in the long hall and much of the attendance arrayed therein, out of the damp and slight drizzle that persisted from the previous day. I found my good wife, Ellen, and many other folk from Easaraigh there. Much of the shire made the trek down, as is becoming our custom, to welcome the spring with our neighbor. Our shire prospers of late with a strong sense of purpose and duty. We genuinely enjoy one another's company and find pride in our accomplishments. Like our neighboring Barony of Glaedenfeld, we have stood our ground and been tempered and honed by time into metal of the best sort.

The Baronial proctors had laid out many activities throughout the weekend. There were tournaments in archery, thrown weapons (axe, knife, spear), heavy and rapier. There were also several levels of arts and sciences competition and instruction overseen by the Laurel peers of the Barony. 

I regret to inform you, Figimund, that the nagging injury I have been struggling with has still not healed completely and that I was not able to present myself as a combatant on the heavy tourney field. Many of my respected comrades-in-arms as well as Chivalry at the event inquired as to my status and how my recovery was progressing. The compassion and concern of my minor, but nagging, issue was heartfelt and received with much gratitude. No person likes to be put out of service to your kingdom and it was good to know that my absence was noticed and even missed.

From my observations from the heavy and rapier field gallery, the combat I witnessed in both venues was well fought and pleasant for spectator and participant. In the heavy list, I saw one of our own, Lacey, newly added to the Fyrd rolls, fight with honor and courage through the early rounds of combat. The heavy list was eventually carried by Duke Sir Seth over Sir Hrothgar in a well fought final.

The afternoon hours revealed a spring sun and returned warmth to the slumbering Baronial lands and much of the populace was able to leave the warmth of the fires that the morning warranted.

That afternoon I spent time attending to my liege and in council with locals whom I had not seen since middle winter. Many topics were discussed. Chief among them was related to an inner turmoil that has taken hold in Meridies that many in the populace find hard to articulate. Rumor, later confirmed by the Meridian Seneschal, Graf Ulric, is that a committee will be coming all the way from Rome to the Barony of Iron Mountain's Black Axe Tournament held in the high summer south of our Shire. To that end, I am considering attending the event and to witness the spectacle, as it is such a rarity to see a delegation from Rome in our part of the world.  As with all things of such gravity and import, most of the people I spoke with have wildly varying degrees of speculation. My Earl, who is wise in such things, says they will most likely provide counsel to the populace and its peers over law and custom. But, what will come of the interaction, none can say for certain.

Late in the day, Their Excellencies Stephanie and Griffon, held court. Not only did they have Baronial concerns to present, but as a pleasant surprise the new Basileus and Basíleia, Sebastianos and Morgan, had their herald, THL Sara al-Garnatiyya, in attendance to present Kingdom business through the baronial court. To that end, several members of our good shire, Easaraigh, received recognitions from the sovereigns for service and Arts and Sciences. Awards of Arms and Order of the Meridian Cross were the presented. Jacob also won a prize for his demonstration of skill on the range. Our shire, Easaraigh, was also recognized with the 'Crown's Favor'. We have a hard working and loyal Meridian shire. This was the second time in recent years the light of the throne has shone upon us. I'm very proud of who and what we are.

Another pleasant surprise was that our own Lacey, through effort and determination, won the Baronial, 'All the Thing's' competition that was held throughout the day. It seems, somehow, she managed to do 'All the Thing's', meaning she participated in just about everything that was offered as an activity at Iris Faire. For her reward, she was gifted a cart that the Barony had commissioned. The wagon will be a big help at harvest time on the plateau later this year.

Iris Faire is a fun event with more activities that most can do, except of course for our Lacey. While my view from the gallery was not my preference, I still enjoyed my time with the people of the northern Kingdom. As dusk came, Earl Sir Benen and I mounted the road east and made the climb back up to the plateau and a warm hearth in Easariagh. Our neighbor's lands are beautiful and it's peoples welcoming, but there is no place like home.

God willing, this missive will find you in good health and fortune. We render to you the gratitude which you deserve for your concern for Easaraigh and for the very great fidelity which you have shown to us. Scribed this 21st day of April, Anno Societatis LIII.

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 - Gulf Wars XXVIII

Gulf Wars XXVIII
Lumberton, MS
9-17 MARCH 2019

"Unto Figimund of Faraway, keeper of peace and honorable citizen of Meridies, from Eoin Mac Cana, Warden of the Northern Plateau, good health and grace.

Your lordship, I have asked the scribes to place this retelling to parchment of my visit to Gleann Abhann and the gathering I attended therein.

As has been customary for some years now, ambassadors of the Ansteorran and Trimarian kingdoms did gather their might to attend council and negotiate at King's Arrow on Hasting Field in Gleann Abhann. Well known foes, the annual 'Gulf War' gathering would once again bring these strong kingdoms to the table to test their willingness for war through massed engagements, tournament and competition. As you know, this activity is more about reaffirmation of peace whether valid complaint exists or not. The event goes on as much out of tradition as anything else.

As part of this annual assemblage, their allies were called to attend. Our King Adhemar, through the knights of the Kingdom, called for our levy. As the shire has been in poor order from the winter, only Marek and I could be spared to answer the call for assembly. Neither of us were in any condition to stand in the shield wall. But, we went regardless and offered what support we could to our Kingdom's effort.

Marek and I made easy work of the journey south. The lands between Easaraigh and the King's Arrow are well patrolled.I did hear a story of the Calontir king running into rogues on his journey though. This did make us a little more vigilant as we passed into Gleann Abhann lands.

We camped and supped with the Foxes Den contingent as is our Fyrd's custom. I stalwart and steadfast group of campmates that anyone would be challenged to find better. The lord smiled upon us with our acceptance to this group that defies description. They have become our brothers and sisters at war, a family of choice and the Den is a home of our making.

The Meridies contingent was allied with Trimaris this year. Unfortunately, the call to arms was responded to with a small outcome and Meridies fielded a much diminished company than in years past. Those there on the field, did represent the sable and argent well and did appear a formidable host from my view in the gallery.

Early in the week, I put myself to an opportunity that the proprietors of the Green Dragon Tavern made known prior. They had asked for memorial shields for SCAdians who have past to be painted for display in the rafters of the noble establishment. During the week, I was able to present 4 of the devices for display. My contributions represented the arms of Count Sir Hadi al Hadad, Count Sir Brendan MacAengus, Master Carlwyn George Ordragoun of Canterbury, and Edmund Cavendish. The heraldry is now on display in the Green Dragon for all to see, toast and if god wills it, tell tales of their deeds for all to hear.

Marek and I ran into Sir Bartholomew Hightower one day near the Green Dragon. Marek and he have some history from the old days of our shire, Easaraigh. He has had a very successful SCA career since moving from our lands. We were additionally blessed to hear him sing in the Green Dragon later that evening along with his sons playing instruments in improvised accompaniment. Very entertaining.

On that same evening, we attended a wake for Sir Stuart MacDonald who had left this realm some weeks prior. Sir Stuart was a close friend to Hadi; he served with me on Hadi and Ameraulde's entourage; he worked with Hadi to create 'Stuart's Experiment' (a fighting unit assembled to demonstrate 'tactics' in Meridies); and many other things. He was always a friendly face to me and on a few occasions offered me sound council over the years. Many were in attendance at the St Michael's Camp that evening. A person's wealth can be measured in the bonds they forge in life. Sir Stuart was a wealthy man.

Through the week, it seems that an outbreak of plague had struck the camp causing many in attendance to fall ill. Of these, my liege lord Earl Sir Benen and his lady, Countess Rosebelle, where struck. I did some small service, as I was healthy, to gather supplies from nearby apothecaries. The remedies I returned with helped to relieve some of the suffering and for that I am thankful.

As luck would have it, I was fortunate to happen upon James Thomas, formerly of Easaraigh. He beckoned me to attend a ceremony he had some part in. As it turns out, Syr Teric Gwynedd took our James as a squire that afternoon. I am so happy for him. I know he will be excellent on the path to knighthood.

Toward the end of the week, I was able to provide some support to my Kingdom by marshalling for the Bridge and Fort battles. The fights were mostly well mannered, but as such things are, there was some mischief and unchivalrous behavior to be found. Luckily, no major incident occurred and the only minor injury resulted from the forays.

I must confess that this was the only service I rendered my Kingdom this year. I feel somewhat ashamed at this admission. I did not attend our court or any other official function. At times, I felt a bit lost as I wandered the camp. While I am Meridian to the bone, the current air of discontent I feel in the populace has rattled me. While I don't have enough information to form a good opinion of the state of things, I know things are not well. From all outward appearances, Meridies is strong and proud as ever, but there is an underlying agitation that I see permeating much of what I have known to be sacrosanct. There are divisions in the kingdom. While I am sure these divisions have always been there on some level, they are more visible now. Those divisions seem to be fluid in opinion and sometimes may border on hypocrisy in action. My role as Warden of the Northern Plateau, while trivial in precedence, weighs on my conscience. I have some obligation to represent Meridies. I feel this instability from the kingdom, my kingdom, in my core and I worry. For these reasons, I decided to not take part in the Meridian functions at Gulf Wars. My dear Figimund, was I wrong in this? I suspect, only time will tell. I truly miss your council during these times.

Our time at King's Arrow came to an end. The camps were broken down and loaded on the wagons. Late on our final day, we made the journey home. To my misfortune, my horse came up lame near the lands of Glynn Rhe. This slowed our journey home, but Marek and I did make it back to Easaraigh on the next day.

Peace be with you, friend. I hope that my words find you in good health and that you might find your way back to home soon.

Given in the Shire of Easariagh, on this 22nd day of the month of March, Anno Societatis LIII, being two thousand nineteen Gregorian."

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