The Weekly Warfare   Musings martial from across the SCA

(Nothing like logging in and realizing you’ve got a backlog of posts to finish.  Oops, my bad gentle readers!) A couple weeks back, Letia and I piled in to her little matchbox hatchback and we hied our way up to Black Diamond.  Fighting season starts early in Atlantia (it really shouldn’t end: we need a […]

Friday night, Tassin, Gawin, and I (but not Ruairc, boo Ruairc and holiday work schedules) piled in to Gawin’s little shoe box on wheels and headed up to Dante’s house, the two of them staying awake by talking alternately about League of Legends and Skyrim, which apparently are what people do if they can’t fight.  […]

As much as I hate the totally non-content-generating nature of Facebook (seriously, I feel shame looking at my own wall and realizing how much of it is just “I THOUGHT THIS WAS AWESOME YOU SHOULD TOO!”  Though, isn’t what this blog tends to be anyway?) I do wish I could tag people.  Because some I […]

The foot is still bum enough that I didn’t take a shot at fighting this one, but instead marshalled. I may share my observations, but figured I’d get the input of those who actually fought first.  So, chime in!

So, August 20th, Dante posts this: Funny?  Yes. Especially since he, at least, knew this was going to happen on Saturday: (Image by Llwyd Aldred) So… yeah, it was a good weekend. My foot there, with the flame duct-tape?  That’s Das Boot.  They still made me fight my prize, and I think I acquitted myself […]

Friday morning I rolled out of bed (by the way, this was the first year we didn’t sleep on an air mattress, but instead had a real bedframe and futon mattress. It is so much more comfortable and our sleep was deeper and more restorative than it’s ever been), picked up my phone, and sent […]

For reasons that will become clear relatively shortly, this post has almost absolutely nothing to do with the stated purpose of this blog, musings on rapier melee.  The staff apologize.  But it WILL have something to do with Heavy Bridge Battles The setup: 5 thirty-foot wide bridges (Call them 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5, […]

Hmmmm, that just sounds less impressive than the Thunderdome mantra.  Though, really, the Atlantian 5-man tourney isn’t the Thunderdome, it’s a little less hardcore than that, what with the whole “Kill our friends, not hurt them”.  “2 friends enter, 2 friends leave, just one of them leaves a little sooner than the other” doesn’t have […]

Armored Woods Battle: A Good Walk Spoiled Tuesday morning I dragged the cart full of armor up Mt. Eislinn and, being all warmed up and stuff, proceeded to try to find someone to hit.  His Excellency was gone in to town to find a way to resolve flooding issues in his tent, and the gathered […]

While, as you’ll see, there were many, many things that were not optimally planned (at least in my judgment) about this Pennsic, I do have to give the organizers credit for doing one thing: Armored battles in the morning, Rapier in the afternoon.  This meant that I could easily fight all battles on both fields, […]