I forget exactly when and under what the context of the conversation was, but Countess Meggie suggested that I write some words for scrolls. So last summer I wrote two for people I knew.
I posted the OSR scroll I wrote for Zohane, but this Award of Arms scroll for my wife was truly the first scroll that I ever wrote. I did a bunch of research into period documents, looking for inspiration but came up empty. So, like with Zohane’s scroll, I used Mistress Alys’ Scroll Madlibs as some inspiration and then added in some of my own poetic flair that “sounded period” to my ears.
Last summer I delved into writing words for scrolls. One of them being for one of my Calivers & friends — Zohane Faber. He was to be inducted into the Order of the Silver Rapier at Pennsic.
Zohane has a a late 16th Century Milan persona. Along with being a fencer, he’s a talented and dutiful period chef and head of the Carolingian Cooks Guild, so I wanted to give his OSR a chef’s flair.
To do this, I dug into one of Maestro Martino of Como’s cook books. Maestro Martino of Como has been called the first celebrity chef, and his extraordinary treatise on Renaissance cookery, The Art of Cooking, is the first known culinary guide to specify ingredients, cooking times and techniques, utensils, and amounts. Continue reading Text for Zohane Faber’s OSR Scroll→
This weekend has been a lot of short bursts of thinking of Kenric followed by long bouts of trying not to. Fortunately, I was with a large portion of my fencing family, which is exactly who I wanted/needed to be with.
I remember my first interaction with Kenric pretty clearly. It was Sommerdraw of his & Avelina’s first reign, and I had won the day’s Rapier Novice Tourney. I was asked to spell my name so I could be called up into court. I was excited; I had never been called into court before.
Eventually my name was called and I strode up there as proud as could be. I’m sure my bow was awkward as all hell, and I took a knee. He looked at me and in a relatively soft & solemn voice asked if I was nervous. I said no. He smiled, said a few words, and then handed me a bottle of hard cider… to which I learned how fast you make new friends in the SCA when you have booze on you.
I know sometimes my sword-friends get frustrated with their skill development. Been there. Still there some days.
So here’s a little reminder. It’s hardest to see your progress through a mask.
When you get better the people around you get better. You make them better and, in turn, they make you better. It’s a leap-frogging cycle that makes measuring your progress frustrating at best and disheartening at worst.
But it’s so worth it for when things click. It’s worth it to prove to yourself that you can.
So when you feel that frustration build to a boil, take off your mask. Step away from the lists. Get feedback from people you trust. Tell the self-doubt to fuck off. And keep grinding away at those XPs.
It’s funny to look back and see how far you and your friends have come.
When I started the Carolingian Calivers with my buddy Duncan about six years back, we had a simple goal: To create a rapier unit that specialized in RBG tactics, and to build a group that could fight together and train together.
An Idea Conceived
The RBG angle might seem a bit odd, but it stemmed from a battle at GNEW about six years back (give or take). I was put on the run squad and my objective was to get to the opposite end of the ship and block our enemies from boarding, so the slower runners behind us could get all the gold for our team.
I sprinted my tiny little ass off and got there first. Barreling toward me on the other side was Don Wyatt, armed with his usual sword and buckler. I knew I was more or less toast, but the longer I could hold out the better for my team. When he got a few paces away he stopped. But instead of raising his sword, he lowered his buckler, revealing a loaded pistol.