The Warden's Challenge Letters

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

#1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God bless you and keep you.

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

#2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Glory unto you and the might of Meridies.

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

#3

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

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

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

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

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

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

God keep Your Majesty in good grace and fortune.

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

Final/AAR

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Clyde's Travel Log - Black Axe 2018

Black Axe 2018

Dalwhinnie Fields

Barony of Iron Mountain

May 4-6, 2018

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

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

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

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

The Last Court of Timothy and Ysmay

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The skies remained grey, foreboding.

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

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

The skies began to weep a fine mist.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…"CORONA!"

Populace returns, "VULT!"

…"CORONA!"

Populace returns, "VULT!"

…"CORONA!"

Populace returns, "VULT!"

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

The skies wept.

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

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

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

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

Clyde's Travel Log - Gulf Wars XXVII

Gulf Wars XXVII
Kings Arrow Ranch Lumberton, MS
Kingdom of Gleann Abhann
8-17 March 2018

Some days before the war, I received a missive from His Excellency, Master Sir Valdrick Albrightsson. In the missive, was a request for my service to assist in the preparations of the war camp in Fox's Den far to the south. Additionally, my help was requested with the escort of our wagons to those far off lands of Gleann Abhann. Such a request from a respected knight of the realm was not to be ignored. Corona Vult!, after all, is more than just a battle cry. The king's, and by extension his duly appointed officers, 'will' be done.

To that end, I made my final preparations and in the early hours of the 8th of March, our caravan departed from the Baronial lands of Glaedenfeld for points south. On the journey, I accompanied Sir Valdrick's squire, John Mailor and his betrothed, Kehinde. John and I provided security for the trip while Kehinde acted as Quartermaster and camp leader for our enterprise. Additionally, we had a trail party in the form of that most infamous Roman, Legio.

We made good time through the pass near Vulpine's Reach into the flat expanses of An Dun Theine and Glynn Rhe. We took rest in the safety of the Iron Mountain before continuing our journey past the last Meridian protectoriate of Oakborne Keep and into the neighboring Kingdom of Gleann Abhann.

John and I remained alert as we travelled into the wilds of that Kingdom. Bandits had been known to prey on caravans in the border region that has found itself to be beyond the reach of both the Meridian and Gleann Abhann patrols, but we found ourselves safely to the wooden walls of the Shire of Dragouns Weal none-the-less and to the war camp just beyond.

The war camp of Fox's Den was found to be in excellent order as the woodsmen of that area had been conscripted to keep an eye on the grounds there. Our party made quick work of establishing camp. We were quite pleased with our efforts and soon had everything in good order and ready for the war to come.

Legio, a most enterprising Roman, had a very impressive kitchen of his own creation with pantry, basin and stove. So impressed were the camp followers, that many visitors came to our camp and spent time interrogating him on how this or that was created, setup or done.

On the 9th of March, those well-known peers, Corbin and Izzy arrived to camp and were quickly settled in as we made preparations for storms that scouts and other travelers arriving in camp told us would be coming. That evening we had our fire going bright and a closing day routine was established around our camp fire recounting of the day, sharing stories and the easy company of good camp mates.

While I can't remember all of the tales I was regaled with around the fire, I do recall an account that Legio shared about 'What it takes to make the grade' and the ramifications of failing in that course of action. You might even take him out for lunch some time to discuss. I'm sure he would enjoy that. Additionally, Corbin was kind enough to share his skill at toasting 'marsh mellows'. Many theories where shared on that subject during the war as well as how to maintain one's grooming in good condition during the act.

On the 10th, my most noble peers, Earl Benen and Countess Rosabelle, arrived at the war camp with their provisions for sale. I spent a good part of that day with them rendering what assistance I could as they prepared their stores for the throngs of men-at-arms, knights, masters, squires, proteges. apprentices and other camp followers that would beg for their worthy wares. Having them settled, I returned to Fox's Den.

In the early morning of the 11th, storm clouds rolled over Fox's Den like a dark, damp blanket of smoke and the rain came. We had the 'Den' well prepared for the storm and I spent a goodly part of that morning in the jovial comradery of the Den's residents in the camp kitchen: Grand Master's Izzy and Corbin, Legio, John and Kehinde as well as some newer arrivals the camp in the form of the Teutonic Tornado Siegfried with his lady Fidela (of Mongol origins) and Corbin's man Stefano with his family.

Sun's day dawned on a calm and tranquil camp. The final preparations for the upcoming conflict played out throughout the day and more baggage trains and soldiery arrived in support of the effort. Ben, from Crimson River arrived in the 'Den and was made welcome. Most of the day was spent in rest.

One important encounter of the day involved my first face to face meeting with Sir Severin Visconti di Milano. We had previously exchanged missives, but this was our first in person meeting. This is of import as Sir Severin is of Earl Sir Benen's lineage tree and a 'brother' to me being Benen's squire. Sir Severin is a most noble and knowledgeable peer. I am happy and proud to know him and hope to know him better as time moves on. I am definitely wealthier in the company of this man.

That evening, I was beckoned attend the King, Timothy, as a retainer for a Royal Cocktail party held in the Southern Consortium camp. This camp is most impressive. Of its denizens, the most noble house of Excelsior's flag is most prominent. That house, in support of their Majesties, had made preparations for a most impressive and lavish spectacle of the very best our Meridian kingdom can offer.

As royals of the other great kingdoms and principalities arrived, it was obvious (to mine eyes at least) that there was much avarice in their demeanor as they witness that which our royal house put before them. Those great visitors where welcomed into camp by both Their Royal Majesties, Timothy and Ysabel, and the Royal Heirs, Thorstenn and Dalla. After the greeting, they were enticed with delicacies of our kingdom ranging from Venison to aged liquors and meads. The kings chef for the evening, Bram Halfdannarson, spared no herb or spice in his preparations. I noted many in attendance all but drooling as the entrees were paraded through the populace. My tour of duty that evening was mostly of little note. As the royals when about their jovial royal business, I remained at my post throughout the evening, seen but unheard and observant to the needs of those I attended. I did have one brief encounter of note with Their Majesties Middle Kingdom, Cellach and Vukasin. We had a brief discussion of heraldic elements. As I was in my personal heraldic livery, Their Majesties noted the lozengy component that decorated my hem. My own personal heraldry shares some common elements with HRM Cellach. It's nice to know that the leader of the Dragon Army has good taste when it comes to heraldic application. TRMs Middle are very cordial and friendly peers, which I found very contradictory to the fierceness I have seen in HRM Cellach on the field. The rest of my evening was uneventful. As my duty came to a close, I made my way back to the 'Den and found my cot and rest.

Moon's Day, 13 Mar on the Gregorian calendar, found us with another slow day of war preparations. The prior evening was cold and we were instore of more cold evenings before the war ended. Fire wood was prepared and we managed to maintain a smoldering fire from the previous day for several days from this point on. My shire mates, Marek and Styrbjorn, arrived with the morning caravans. We helped them get quartered and did some exploring of the larger war camp during the mid-day.

It was during this time that I encountered Sir Marek of Aethelmarc and delivered a 2 sets of Demi-gauntlets for his use. Sir Marek is a fine example of chivalry and a respected friend who has offered me sound advice from time to time and continues to do so. One evening during the war, he offered some 'therapy' for an injury I had to my sword arm. The therapy was sound and judging by the amount of pain he induced upon me, I'm sure the evil spirits causing my problem will be going about their way soon. Earl Benen attempted to 'help' with the treatment, but I must confess that Sir Marek was more knowledgeable in the application.

On Tyr's day, opening ceremonies were held. My beloved kingdom of Meridies found itself aligned with Gleann Abhann and many of the smaller contingents against the kingdoms of Ansteorra, Trimaris, and Calontir as well as a few others. A most daunting challenge as these opposing kingdoms could form large units with stout shield walls in front of fierce spear, polearm and bow. The first major battle soon followed in for form of a Town battle with resurrection with both sides taking a turn in the attack and the defense.

Before the battle, I was attending Her Majesty Ysabel. During the service, I was able to witness a portion of the Diamond Tourney. Our Meridian Champions, Sir Locklinn and Lord Nikoslav, finished the tournament in 2nd place with grace and honor for the glory of the kingdom.

Her Majesty intended to join the ranks of Meridian Combat Archers during the upcoming town battle and I would carry a pavais and act as protector for HRM during the engagement. Unfortunately, a lowly page (which I believe was flogged thoroughly later that eve) failed to pack Her Majesties armor for the journey to Gulf Wars. So, her majesty, who was obviously distraught at not being able to participate, released me to join the fray of the town battle, which was already in progress.

With gratitude, I left Her Majesty and joined my comrades who were already engaged in the assault. The battle, like many I am involved in as a shield bearer, was enjoyable. Phases of no activity were spiked with periods of intense action throughout the engagement. Having been off the field for many months, I found myself pushed to my limits before the final blows were felt and had to retire from the field early. I was not happy in the leaving, but satisfied that I did help some with our army's objectives.

Later that evening, as we sat around the Fox's Den campfire recounting the day's action, strangers came into the light of our kindling with odd demands in a barely understood language. Through some discussion, we determined the meaning to be, 'We're here for your daughter, Chuck'. In our brief shock of the interpreted demand, we quickly redirected them to the Watch as we had no daughter's in camp worthy of relinquishment to foreign strangers and felt that the Watch would be much better suited to respond with their demand.

Woden's day dawned with pain. A nagging injury in my sword arm kept me in camp for most of the day. For this reason, I missed the dreadful Ravine battle that occupied the mid-morning hours. I missed the shield time with the army, but set myself to chores around Fox's Den. By noon, the fighting was done and our soldiers returned from the skirmish worn but happy.

During the morning hours, James paid me a visit. James, currently a citizen of Trimaris, used to reside in my home shire of Easaraigh before he heard the siren's call of opportunity in the south and left our border's for adventures beyond. We had a good visit. We shared some lengthy discussion on the nature of Man-at-arms and Squires, the differences in our kingdom customs and the philosophy of those relationships. It was a good encounter and I felt much joy in sharing what knowledge and wisdom I had with my friend.

Marek, Styrbjorn and I made our way to the merchants area in the early afternoon. Once there, we stopped to watch part of the Rose Tourney. I soon found myself recruited to support the List Mistress and Heralds for the tournament. My compatriots made their way to the Herald's point for a consultation.

The Rose Tournament was well fought and very clean when compared to prior years I had witnessed. The format started as a 'pool' with 4 fields. The winner and 'Rose's Choice' from each pool progressed into a single elimination final. From my perspective on the sidelines, it appears that the participants, Rose's and spectators all enjoyed the spectacle. The fighters were well mannered and demonstrated great respect and virtue to their opponents and their Rose sponsors. I hope the format carries forward into future Gulf Wars events. This was a tribute to what the tournament should be and a fine representation of what every person in the Order of the Rose should expect out of an event that shares the name of that most gracious and honored Order.

That evening, I took on the mantle of 'King of the Fire' again. My camp mates were a little un-nerved by the previous night's foreign visitors. To that end I maintained vigil over the fire and Fox's Den. The night was uneventful and the fire was maintained.

The Meridian Army was called to rally at the Green Dragon on Thor's Day as the Champion's tournament progressed. I assembled with my sword brothers and sisters. Much anticipation could be felt as we prepared for the Field engagement to come on Hastings Field. After a short time, we assembled in columns as Sir Mandin called cadence for our short trip to the field.

The Champions tournament was still on going as we arrived to the field. It appears to hold all the pomp that type of action usually has. There were many good matches for the pleasure of the crowns and populace in attendance.

The armies assembling, the royalty must have felt the urgency for battle. The champions Tournament was ended before all the designated champions had stepped onto the field. All warriors and Royals alike, quickly joined their armies and prepared for the fight to come.

The Field Battle was fought in 5 engagements on Hastings Field. While I was feeling better from my previous ailment, I was only able to support 3 engagements before I was unable to hold my sword. I admit, a 'mood' came over me as I retired from the field early… again. I was very thankful for the water that James and Master Izzy provided me and their concern for my wellbeing.

The skirmishes that I was able to participate in seemed…disorganized. Most of the soldiery seemed to be enjoying themselves regardless. For my part, I felt isolated. The army, to me, seemed to be acting in the stereotypical 'Amoeba' fashion that we Meridian's often joke about. From my perspective in the front, my only duty seemed to be move forward to death and hope to disrupt the opponent in the process so someone behind me could achieve glory. Lost was any organized effort to 'stick together' and survive contact. Afterward, in talking with my peer, Benen, I realized more of our lack of organization and generally celebrated individualized action during that melee and the others I had previously fought in as a shield man for Meridies. Our Army, while stout, appears to be operating as a collection of Champions with many individuals, like myself, carried along as grist for the mill so the Champions can carry on the fight. As 'grist', it can be a tiring and deflating experience. Gone are the great house, shire and baronial units of old (with a couple of notable exceptions - Kraw Heer and Lions/Tigers/Bears). There are no more organized cohorts in the North, East or West. There is no 'Osprey' or 'Stone Castle' to hold the line. I'm not even sure that as a fighting army, Meridies even bothers to hold the line anymore. We seem more intent on a 'Git'em' tactic. I feel we can do better. I think others do as well. I wonder if our leadership in the Chivalry and Bear see what I see and think what I think. Time will tell. I will remain vigilant and hope that our fighting community in Meridies looks to return to a position of strength on the field for the waves of enemy to break upon.

The end of Thor's Day was capped off with Meridian court and a pay ceremony that was a brilliant feat to participate in. Payment in salt, bead, coin and trinket was administered to all the Meridian subjects present by the Royal Quartermaster. The King and Queen personally thanked everyone there. Marek, Strybjorn and I all stood for Easaraigh in the procession. It’s was a grand gesture that I had not witnessed before. I hope those in attendance appreciate the thoughtfulness and generosity displayed by Timothy and Ysmay during the ceremony and shout their praises to any who will listen. Timothy and Ysmay are great and true to Meridies, long may they reign.

After the pay ceremony, a tiger appeared in court. Yes. A tiger. This ranks high in the annals of strange court events. Luckily, a troop of Templar knights dispatched the beast. Such a strange thing to occur. I hope this was not a portent of some dire event in the days and weeks to come.

Toward the end of court, I was surprised to be called to the royal presence, along with my wife Ellen, who was not in attendance. Timothy and Ysmay, these most gracious and excellent royals, recognized Ellen and I with the Orders of Meridian Majesty and Sovereign's Pleasure for our service to them over the past months. Their comments where heartfelt and warm. I was happy to have provided any service or comfort for them and would do so again. I left their presence with joy in my heart and comfort in the knowledge that Meridies in the in the hands of good sovereigns.

My mood was much better after court, allowing me to forget my sour experience on the field. My shire mates and I sought sustenance after court. Then we departed ways as I visited with Severin and Benen to share in my good fortune.

Freya must have been sad. As Frey's day came to light, the rain came and saturated the war camp with her tears. I was providing service to His Majesty Tim along with Legio Uv Orkney that morning. We stayed mostly dry until call of battle, which were rumored to have been cancelled, rang over the camp and his Majesty left his camp to seek foes. We found a small group on Hastings field shortly thereafter. Legio, Isaac and His Majesty donned armor and sought challengers while I, still hampered by injury, watched on.

As my obligation to HRM expired, I sought sustenance and a 'dry place' as the rain continued. Eventually I found my way to Benen and Rosabelle's tent where I sought shelter and warmth. Spirits were low in Freya's sadness, as is the nature with such things. Everything was waterlogged. Benen and I were able to procure some joy from the bakery in the form of warm goods from there. But, it was short-lived.

Marek and Styrbjorn found me and I joined them in their shopping along Merchants Row in the rain. I was already wet so resolved that it was just the way of things for the day. We returned to camp eventually and Marek and Styrbjorn decided to join the trains departing for home that evening. I helped the pack up and saw them on their way with a farewell and Godspeed.

For the rest of us in Foxe's Den, we prepped for an early departure on Saturn's day. Freya's mourning would continue and none of us wished to be there for more of her sadness. For our efforts that evening and my early rousing the next morning, we were rewarded with everything loaded out and prepared for the journey north before more rain set in. We had some difficulty getting our large wagon up the incline out of our camp. But with Legio's larger horses, we were able to get our large wagon out of camp to more level ground suitable for our smaller beasts to pull from. Sometimes, Romans are nice to have around.

The journey north into Meridian lands was uneventful until we arrived near the lands of Glenn Rye. There I made a poor decision with steerage of our wagon and blocked the road. Because of this a local traveler passing through became enraged that I blocked the road and sought conflict with me. This was quickly deflated with an admission of mistake on my part and apologies. The traveler, while still agitated, went on his way. I and my travelling companions were unnerved, but soon moved on from the incident. One must always be on their guard.

As dusk settled in, we found ourselves through the southern passes and back in the safety of baronial lands around Glaedenfeld. We arrived at Valdrick's manor house that evening to a warm welcome.

From there, I bid my fellows adieu and traveled home to my warm hearth in Easaraigh. It was a short trip in the darkness along a path I know well. Home and happy, Gulf Wars was over.

In looking back, Gulf Wars was it's typical, grandiose self. It is and shall be for the foreseeable future a premier destination for the SCAdian experience. There were highs and lows, as there always is, but it's well worth the trip. I met new friends and peers, as well as revisited friendships with those far from my day to day life. I provided service to my Kingdom and friends. I found joy in simple things and recognition by my King and Queen. I found my SCA as I know it to be.

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 - Meridies 40th Year Anniversary Celebration

Meridies 40th Year Anniversary Celebration 
Georgia National Fairgrounds and Agricenter, Perry, GA 
Shire of Tir Briste 
12-15 January 2018

Ellen and I left early from Easaraigh to avoid impending snow and travelled deep into the southern lands of Meridies for our Kingdoms 40th year celebration.

The trip was uneventful other than the usual congestion on the kings highway through South Downs, but that is to be expected in such an expansive and populated area. 

We arrived to a late winter sun setting peeking over the horizon with a cold wind blowing across the site. Troll was quick and efficient. We made our way to our lodging in short order. On my way to our camp space, I ran across James Thomas, a former shire mate and welcome sight to see.

We chose indoor camping, which is an odd luxury in our Kingdom (and many others I imagine). We found the facility in good order with a 10’ x 10’ grid marked out in chalk on the floor. We setup a sun shade and added walls for our temporary dwelling. It was a pleasant experience with a couple of minor exceptions. Firstly, the lights stayed on to an early hour each night. Secondly, a cavernous room with a lot of people can be quite noisy. The two in concert were annoying at times, but not disastrous. We were thankful for the dry warmth the facility provided and a modern restroom nearby was a luxury rarely seen in camping. 

On the eve of the 12th, Ellen and Asa (who had travelled from our Shire with Medb) had obligations to host, feed, and organize Sir Valdrick’s vigil ceremony for the order of the Pelican. Medb and I trekked with them to the vigil location and offered what assistance we could for the undertaking. Many nobles, peers, and commonfolk attended and offered kind words during the vigil. I think it went quite well (even better that it could have considering we were able to move it into a heated space). It was a long evening spent with good company. 

At some point after the vigil had started, Countess Ameraulde arrived. Ellen and I had been expecting her. Having been away from Meridian functions for some time, it was a rare treat for us to spend time with her at an event. I should note that I mark this as important because she is a prominent figure in the SCA for both Ellen and I. She is a great friend and as family as someone can be without a direct blood relationship. Her and Hadi (my late knight) set the standard for much of what my SCA is to me. I know I would not be who I am today without them. Sadly, I was not able to spend a lot of time with her as the vigil was still running, and I was busy stirring pots and filling the need of the vigil as necessary. But, it was great to see her and know she had arrived safely.

On Saturday, I would make another attempt to get back into kit and a normal fighting routine. I chose to enter the Meridies 40th Year Anniversary prize Tournament. This was a daunting challenge, for any fighter. 

I was able to get some warmup time with one of our former Shire mates, James Thomas. He has done well for himself in his move south to Trimaris and is looking good on the field. I met some of his compatriots that made the journey to celebrate with us. Among those Trimarians were Duke Kurn, who regaled me with stories of ‘Leeks’ and tales involving my knight, Earl Sir Benen. 

In the 1st round of the tournament, I was involved in a 16 person round robin engagement. There were 4 rings of this in the first round (a little over 60 combatants). Fortunately, I only had to worry about 15 others in my ring. The fighting was fairly fast and challenging for me coming off inactivity. All the fights felt clean and tough. I crossed sword with His Majesty Midrealm, Duke Kurn, Sir Mandin, Sir Subadai and other peers and many belted and unbelted gentles (all were noteworthy I'm sure, but I'm horrible with remembering everyone's name). It was honorable fighting, exhausting for my part, and I would only go on to win 4 of my passes in the ring and failed to advance onward. I should note that Sir Subadai would go on to win the tournament. He was a worthy opponent and wicked with a polearm.

That afternoon, we all practiced ‘Hole in the Wall’ with Countess Ameraulde, her companion Mark, and others with the guidance of dance instructors in preparation for the Rose Ball. We then went to a giant court with representatives from at least 3 other kingdoms and all of Meridies. We witnessed the elevation of Sir Valdrick to Pelican as well as Guntram. Both worthy men.

Later that eve Ellen and I supped off site with Countess Ameraulde and Mark after a brief spin at the Rose Ball. It was a long day and the food and company were most welcome.

Sunday dawned with preparations for the Grand Procession. Banners unfurled, dressed for show, royal peers through the 40 year history of Meridies lined up and were announced as the history and accomplishments of our Kingdom was chronologically presented for the populace in attendance. It was a decent affair but, I think, as Meridians, we missed something with this activity. It felt under attended in many ways and we missed some of the grandeur that should have come with such an affair. Could have been the timing or many other things, but it should have been a bigger deal that it seemed to be. I carried the banners for Ameraulde and Hadi, Mark escorted the good Countess. And it was done.

Next came the remembrance ceremony. Tassles we adorned on riderless horses in memory of those that past before us. Hadi, Carlwyn, and so many others had tassles hung in their honor. Tears were shed. Memories shared. The lost were honored.

I did not fight in the Sunday tournaments, having thoroughly spent myself the previous day. So, I visited some merchants and saw what there was to be seen. I can upon Master Eriks rattan booth and found something that I had not noted before and, in all honesty, I found alarming.

I have seen and heard of a weapon referred to as a ‘fish bat’. The concept is simple. Our weapon requirement says a rattan stick must be a minimum of 1.25” in diameter. Much rattan is quite a bit larger that that. To this end, some enterprising individuals take rattan up to 3 or 4 inches in diameter and shave two sides of it down to 1.25” or so. Creating something that looks like a 2x4. This is what becomes a ‘fish bat’. For my part, I am alarmed by the practice as it created a very potent and dangerous weapon that can inflict some significant harm if wielded carelessly. The thing that I saw in Master Eriks both was a 6 ft shaft with a ‘fish bat’ at the end designed to be used as an unpadded glaive. Now, I don't care what camp you are in related to polearms (padded vs unpadded vs split). But, I cannot fathom in my mind, with my ~30 years of time in SCA combat, a scenario where I felt the need to have something that can literally cave skulls and break limbs on the same field as I am. Weapons made from this sort of construction need to be banned. They just bring too much force to bear in the impact area. I hope we see the light soon on this kind of thing, or ingenuity is going to make our friendly game turn into something entirely unintended.

So, back to the event. There as another court that evening and a feast followed shortly after.

The feast was a crime. There as more food that any person could bear. It was excellent, don't get me wrong, but we were all driven to misery by the quantity in each of the many, many, many removes.

After feast, Ellen and I stood in for an entourage shift to close the weekend. It was short and sweet as the day ran late. We bid TRM’s adieu and retired for the evening, spent, and content.

The journey back to Easaraigh was uneventful and quick. In reflecting on the event, I think it was a success, but maybe we tried to do too much in some ways. Additionally, the facility was top notch, but maybe a bit too mundane for SCA needs. But in the end, the people celebrated, time was shared with the good folk of the kingdom and our neighbors. 

So, Happy Birthday, Meridies! Corona Vult!.

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!


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

Summer/Fall 2017 - My time on the Isle of Broken Toys

Its time to get back to my scribing about the world around me. I’ve been away from my ink (both ethereal and ironic) too long. I have not written since the Spring of 2017. That’s a long time to neglect one’s vocabulary. With practice comes skill. Skill sparks imagination. Imagination and skill fuel The Dream. 

Not that I have an audience that missed my musing, but I missed standing on my rock and making my proclamations, sharing my observations and making general comments of dubious value in the dark recesses of the electronic void.

My last commentary of note was my experience as Marshal in Charge of Border Raids in April. Since then, many things have happened. Ellen and I were asked to help with entourage for our current royalty, Tim and Ysmay. I attended several events to include RUM (Royal University of Meridies, 15July2017), Tourney of the Foxes (26August2017), Bacon Bash (20-22October2017), Meridies Fall Crown List (10-12November2017), and Castle Wars (17-19November2017). My wife, Ellen, was accepted as Protégé to Master Sir Griffin. Oh, and through all of this Ive been hamstrung by a nagging knee injury.

The latter half of 2017 has felt much like being marooned on the Isle of Broken Toys. A nagging injury is rough. Its very rough on us that don armor and swing rattan sticks. Even more so for those of us that don armor, swing rattan sticks and sport of belt of red proclaiming our need, desire, want, urge, lust to wear the kit, swing the stick and be in the fray. What is a fighter not in the midst of the joyous struggle of combat. Let’s explore that.

I was injured at Gulf Wars back in March 2017. On the 5th bridge battle engagement, I stepped on a boundary rope and twisted my knee. A minor twist by my estimation, but enough for me to retire from the field for the remainder of the event. My concern for Benen (who had been injured 2 engagements prior by a cowardly, excessive strike to the head) had me not thinking much of my own issue. It wasn't until later on, at home, that I realized that my knee was worse that I initially thought. It wasn’t until late in the year that confidence in the joint returned and I felt somewhat comfortable in armor again. I did go to a doctor only to be told to ‘walk it off’. I was not happy with that. A majority of my first year as Squire to Benen has been on Injured Reserve (both of us I might add). Its a situation that has gnawed at me, but all was not lost as there is always a lot to do in the SCA.

Shortly after Spring Crown, in April, is when Ellen I were asked if we would like to participate in entourage for Timothy and Ysmay. As I said, there's always something to do in the SCA. Serving as entourage for an SCA Royal can be a very rewarding experience. Its a chance to be involved with the operation of your kingdom. Its an opportunity to put your service to a practical need. Its an activity where you meet people and can be seen. If you value the SCA, your kingdom, and the ideals we strive to achieve, serving in entourage is a shot for even the newest lord or lady to be involved, give back, and share in the royal experience.

Naturally, we said yes. We had some experience with entourage with Hadi and Ameraulde, back in 1991. Being from an older SCA generation and having several ‘intermissions’ in my SCA hobby, entourage for a current reign was a great opportunity to meet and get to know this current version of our society, how it operates, meet folks I did not know, and something to do with my down time (remember the knee thing).

As you might surmise, entourage in AS 52 is a lot different that entourage was in AS 26. Back then, entourage was small, the kingdom was twice as large, and a few did a lot of work to make it all work. Now, we have instant messaging, schedules, signups and rotations. Its so much more organized (it seems) now. Don't get me wrong, there are still a small inner circle that does all the organizing, but the pool of support they have to fill the need is more accessible, and larger (it seems to me at least). It’s been a very pleasurable experience thus far. Timothy and Ysmay are most gracious and appreciative of the rendered service. Elizabeth of Rae Fen has been a pleasure to work with as the lead entourage wrangler for Their Majesty’s. If given the opportunity, do it. Don't be scared. It’s been a blast.

Now for some event recap. 

Royal University of Meridies - 15 July 2017

Ellen and I trekked from the hills of Easaraigh to RUM on a rainy day to meet the new royals, attended some classes, and ‘hang out’. The day was marked, most notably, by the misfortune of our Shire seneschal, Asa. Asa is also part of the entourage and was making the trip to meet the new royals, as we were. On the way, she had a wreck. She came out OK with some minor injury, but in the rain it was a mess and her vehicle was a loss. Ellen and I rendered what comfort and aid we could, then continued our journey to site after she was secured in the care of her family.

Rum was hosted by the Shire of Crimson River in the border lands to the northwest of Kingdom. The rain subsided as we arrived at site. We settled in to the day, socializing, attending a few classes, and doing our first entourage service in over 25 years. We were both a little nervous I think. We didn't know many of the folks involved. It can be a bit daunting. But, once things needed doing, all the nervousness went to the wayside and we fell right into the routine.

I did manage to sit in on a class Graf Ulric taught on footwork as well as catching part of the class Sir Seamus taught on the throne care and maintenance (a big part of the entourage work). There was fighting at RUM, but not for me. All I was able to do was fend off questions about why I was not fighting. My defense in that area is not good.

All in all, the day was quiet and easy going after that mornings excitement. We met the new heirs. We liked them. 

Tourney of the Foxes - 20 August 2017

Still, not fighting. Marek Arturson and I travelled to our neighbors south of Easaraigh, Vulpines Reach, to their very popular annual team tournament, Tourney of the Foxes. It was a nice late summer day. I had an early Saturday entourage shift. Other than that, the day was open for whatever.

As entourage, you see pieces and parts of the life of those serving the kingdom in its highest office. This was my first time on the ‘wake up’ shift with Timothy. Mostly, it was a matter of setting them up for the day. Thrones, sun shades, and general getting things in place was the crux of the effort. Its a small thing, but a burden carried by the entourage is one burden less carried by the royalty. Its all the small things that make the kingdom work. We can all do a small thing.

I once again find myself noting the thoughtfulness and courtesy displayed by Timothy and Ysmay. I cannot say enough how impressed I have been and it is at this event that I get a feeling of how enjoyable this entourage experience is shaping up to be. Its just fun and cool and satisfying sharing in their reign.

On the field, about mid day, I was present to witness some of Timothy’s thoughtfulness. He has made a small rattan backup dagger in the style of a seax. He chose our friend Legio of Crimson River as a recipient of the dagger for his presence and actions on the field that day. It was a cool moment to witness.

As the ache of my knee problem increased, Marek and I departed for home earlier that we would have liked. He and I both had a good day in the sun with our southern friends.

Bacon Bash - 20-22 October 2017

Another event hosted by our brothers and sisters of Crimson River, Bacon Bash would be my first attempt to return to the field in kit. 

The weather was ideal. I felt good at the outset, but lost my focus and attempted to push myself harder that I should have. I ended up retiring from the field early when I felt the familiar pang of pain.

The rest of the day was a blur. I took some pain medication. I socialized with familiar faces. and I sat in on a ‘Fighter 101’ class Sir Valdrick taught.  

Later in the day, Sir Valdrick was announced for Pelican. The pronouncement was done it a awesome, humorous manor that was very fitting the man and entertaining to the populace.

Bacon Bash feast, as always, was above par. Excellent. Bacon is good. Much bacon is best.

Fall Crown List - 10-12 November 2017

In a solo effort, I traveled deep into the middle of Meridies to witness the spectacle known as Crown List. A chance for those who are worthy, through trial of arms, to test their mettle against the best and mightiest the kingdom has to offer on the heavy field to decide who will lead the kingdom in the future and affect how it that future unfolds.

This was my first time at an event in the style of Gulf Wars that wasn’t Gulf Wars. The event was held in a field. All camping. All facilities were portable. To add to this, it was extremely cold that evening. The experience was OK, but not for everyone. Overall, I liked it. It was nice to be away from mundanities to some extent and added to the immersion we all seek in our hobby.

I had a Friday night shift with TRMs. Tents up, outfitted in garb, off to make rounds. Did I mention the cold. It was still there. Got some quality time chatting with Timothy. Hes a good one to talk with. The big event for that evening was the Rose Ball. Unfortunately, it was under attended, but those that were there made the most of it. After that, I took my charge to his tent for rest (I’m pretty sure he snuck back out... but that's his prerogative). 

Saturday, I attended Sir Valdrick during the list as a stand-in man at arms. It was a good day and a well, hard fought list. Next heir was decided. Duke Sir Thorstenn was the victor, defeating Sir Bart. Another royal in the House Excelsior encampment. Party time. 

The rest of the day was spent helping with tear down, a nice feast (though it was still cold outside) and some mild socializing. I departed for Easaraigh early on the following morning to get ahead of the weather and run fighter practice at home.

Castle Wars - 17-19 November 2017

My first Castle Wars. I was back in the middle lands not far from the Crown List site. Its site is similar to the last event as well. Minimal mundanities. Portable facilities. 

I arrive early on Friday and setup. Not much was happening, so I had time to wander and get a lay of the land. I was able to assist with some setup of the field and spent a little time chatting with Sir Simon and Dame Kat. 

I had another Friday shift with HRMs. So when they arrived, we were back at the tent setup routine and off to make rounds. Bitter cold again. It was a theme this fall. There was a night tourney with ‘theme music’ for each combatant. I might have to try that sometime. We visited several campsites before retiring to the tents late in the evening. A tired HRM is tired and I was too.

So, I had this grand plan on Saturday to fight spear and glaive to ease some of my knee stress. It helped some. I spent some time working spear with Legio and then some time with glaive. I have decided that if I was meant to fight with a spear or glaive, I would have been born holding one. I am terrible with both weapons. So, I eventually picked up my shield and fought a couple of engagements before the knee fatigue hit. On top of that, probably because of two weekends in the cold, damp outdoors, Mother Nature gifted me with a cold. iI came on throughout the morning and by mid day I was starting to feel the full affects.

So, I packed up. While packing, I had a good chat with Stilicho and Conall. Good, solid shield brothers there. I got home later that evening feeling the full affect of the cold and spent several days fighting the ailment. 

Epilogue

So that was the later half of 2017 in summary for me. As a broken toy on my island, I have been annoyed, agitated and frustrated with my slow heal. Ive had a blast as entourage for Timothy and Ysmay. Ive talked to lots of people, shared good times with many more. At the end of the year my knee seems to be back to a decent fighting health. Bad news is that great idea I had to fight spear at Castle Wars ahs injured my right arm (tennis elbow probably). Not as bad as the knee, but still an annoyance. Regardless, I’m glad to be  where I am. back  in armor and to be writing again. 

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

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