Stabby stab stab STAB! STAB STAB!
Is it dead yet? It’s just a flesh wound? Damn it!
What a better playground than a beautiful old military fort on the bank of a majestic river. Armed and dangerous, this Viking went forth with rapier, dagger, buckler, and wit to win the day, or die trying! (Damn it Karen, you can’t win a demo!)
Who says that martial activities aren’t a performance? It was my time to shine. Dona Camille and I were paired for a duel. To the pain! I mean, to the death. My death, usually. We, as glorious Scadians, made schtick happen. I love schtick! I think it’s a prerequisite to getting a blue card, perhaps. If it’s not, it should be. But it started with insulting her companion, and then my partner called for a second for this duel. Two against one! Not fair! Nothing had been rehearsed, and everything was off the cuff. Insults were exchanged, but I think my favorite line of the day was, “My face! You stabbed my favorite face!” uttered by the Dona as she (finally) met her demise. We even had a duel which turned into a melee, because reasons.
When we were done playing, I slipped into something a bit more comfortable — because everyone knows, if you’re comfortable in your armor, you’re either not wearing it right, or you’re missing something — my not-fencing viking gear, that had a lot more bling.
One of the other amazing things about the fort is the acoustics — terrible for sleeping, but great for singing! And it was time to do what I do best: sing! I found a few familiar faces, my old teacher, Mistress Aneleda, and Gregor {aka Gertrude to us Blade Society folk (Bad Karen!)} We locked eyes, and decided it was time to make the pretty music happen. It started with just the three of us, and then our numbers grew. First Scadians, and then even the mundanes joined in; it was so fun to see the joy in their eyes to see the music they knew being echoed.
One of them was a choir director from the Bangor area. At one point, he even led us in making new harmonies and barber-shop motifs. We probably sang for a good hour before the bodies dispersed completely.
Another fine day at the fort!
Meddlings of the Minnesinger 