The Weekly Warfare   Musings martial from across the SCA

After the battles on Wednesday, I yet again got good and properly ethylated in the company of the Atlantian Rapier Army and the Four Free Scholars of the Apocraphypse (though, Letia, having firmly established the one-drink-per-two-hours rule the day before, abstained), and went to bed glad that we had nothing at all to do the […]

Wednesday – After the sun rose – Field Battle We headed to the field for the start of the day, and en route passed Glynn Meara, where camps what can best be described as The Powers That Be of the East, Atlantia, and Trimaris. To provide a quick bit of context: The rough plan for […]

Well, damn, that was some war… Sunday – The Battle of I-59 Letia and I trucked over to Raph’s house on Saturday night, where we promptly fell asleep on his couch, so that we could wake up, minus an hour’s sleep thanks to the vagaries of Daylight Saving Time, too bright and damn early to […]

How’d Gulf Wars go?  Well… More later.

Gulf Wars looms large, and so Atlantia (or, at least, 10 members of its rapier army) gathered to train at the Elkinburg Castle on Saturday. First: what a miserable damn day to fight.  If the weather had been any worse, if just one more drop had fallen, we’d probably have canceled the entire thing.  It […]

The event season rolls on, 5 down, 9-12 to go, and I need to sleep and heal.  But, I’m told that 30 is the new 25, which means I can keep bouncing along assured of my invincibility until such time as I realize that 30 is not the new 25 and is, in fact, the […]

And that’s another event done, and on the one hand my body is screaming to decelerate and rest, but there’s another event this weekend, and another and another and Gulf Wars and another and, basically, my body gets to nut up. This is where Wistric is grumpy.  I’m mostly over it by now, but… A […]

Man, what a weekend.  Really, it’s hard to start off with anything else, more enlightening or scholarly or anything.  By the time I got home on Sunday I was so thoroughly sated on a vast panoply of levels that the only thing left to do on my checklist was shoot Nazis and go to sleep.  […]

Saturday morning Letia and I loaded up the War Wagon and headed west.  Sacred Stone was hosting an event an hour away, and it seemed a reasonable drive to get some killing in.  Also, it seemed as good a time as any to kick off the Spring 2011 Event Torrent (14 events before June, including […]

The First Victim Was the schedule.  Friday evening at site Roz said “Oh by the way, their Majesties will be making Raphael a Provost tomorrow and want to have his prize before the Woods Battle.”  My initial reaction was along the lines of “CRAP!”  But, on the other hand, for my friend Raphael to be […]