[Bordermarch] Autumn Melees

[Lathrop, Dave]

Thank you, and I would not mind at all.

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From: bordermarch-bounces+dave.lathrop=premcor.com at ansteorra.org [mailto:bordermarch-bounces+dave.lathrop=premcor.com at ansteorra.org]On Behalf Of Cindi Picou
Sent: Wednesday, November 24, 2004 9:48 AM
To: Barony of Bordermarch
Subject: Re: [Bordermarch] Autumn Melees


Well said, my dear Santiago!! If I can stop laughing, I would add a 'correction' to your final comment - it is the child herself one should fear!! If I am not mistaken, she is plotting her revenge as we speak.........
 
Thank you for your wonderful account of Melees. It is so nice to hear an event described by someone who views it with fresh eyes. I believe that Pandora would really appreciate publishing this account in the Parchment Pages this month; would you mind terribly allowing her to do so? 
 
Selina
who is still gigling........

David Lathrop <dblathrop at yahoo.com> wrote:

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Newbie observations at Autumn Melees,

 As I was banished from interacting directly with the customers 

entering "Thy Hammered Biscuit" my Lady Elisabeth of Green Mountain Keep, sole 

proprietor of above said tavern, did not mind that I raised my head 

whilst I washed her tableware in the rain. To take in the sights and 

sounds of the Autumn Melees was her gift to me for services rendered. To my 
great surprise everyone was having a wonderful time except when their 

tents collapsed around their heads in the middle of the night. I made 

many new friends who treated me like royalty despite my lowly station as 

my Lady Elisabeth's man boy. People from far away were making the same 

comments about what a wonderful event this was and how much they 

enjoyed the atmosphere that had been created. I was allowed to open the royal 

Sterno cans during Saturday's Royal lunch, a memory I will cherish 

forever. I heard battle cry's from the castle and a sound not unlike a 

stampede of wild horses as the fighters crashed into each other. Thunder 

issued forth from the battlefield and the solitary fighters blurred into 

a mass of color and flailing appendages. I witnessed our Baron die, 

several times, although I am certain there was treachery involved. Our 

Autocrat Lord Caleb MacLaughlin took a cheap shot to the shin and was seen staggering around the 

campsites late at night moaning like a lost soul. Count Sir Simonn stalked 
the field like the grim reaper about to give the touch of death to any 

within his reach. I saw Sir Sion Rhys of Badon surrounded and come out the victor. I 

saw female fighters that just plain scared me. The archers stood their 

ground serving long-range death while heavy fighters died protecting 

them from the onslaught of the enemy. Fighters staggered off the field 

torn and beaten down only to breath a few short well-earned breaths, grab 
their helms and return to the madness. While all this was going on the 

field marshals were dodging death trying to keep some semblance of 

order to the battles. Aaron Mudwolf  (aka Whitewolf) of Greywood almost 

conned me into helping his Viking hoard kidnap our Baron's daughter. I no 
longer know Mudwolf for fear of retribution and I feel his Viking hoard 

will soon disappear.   

 I feel the merchants and tavern people put up with the bad weather 

with exceptionally optimistic attitudes and look forward to seeing them 

again. I caught the bardic performances during court and was awed at the 

talent that people have. The Wolf Star people with their drummers and 

dancers set a mood in the evening that made you forget the mundane world 

we all had to return to but alas it was time to pack it up and go. 

 My Lady and I would like to thank everyone for allowing us to be a 

small part of this event and look forward to seeing old friends and 

meeting some new amazing people that only the SCA could produce, until then 
Vivat!



P.S.  Mudwolf, do not fear the father of the child you took for he is a 

fighter and a logical man, fear the mother for she has lost her child!! 





Selina Designs
http://www.geocities.com/cdpicou@sbcglobal.net/
 
 
Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world 
Albert Einstein



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