Unchained Doom! That's what we experienced this past weekend. It's an event put on by an SCA group down south of us and it was a blast. Granted the three hour drive blew chunks, but holy crap was there a lot of good fightin'. The feast they served was second to none, too. Fair skies, fine friends, flashing blades and a full tummy make Corbin a happy little brigand. Now for the downside. I *hurt*! Not only did we fight all day Saturday, but we came home and held our regularly scheduled rapier practice on Sunday, too. Two solid days of sword swinging. This after being mostly inactive for a couple months for various reasons. My body doesn't deserve this kind of abuse, but I'm cruel like that.
Here's a bit of irony for you. At an event called "Unchained Doom" the weather was so sunny and warm it would make a vampire slather on 1,000,000 s.p.f. sunblock and take a noontime stroll. Now that it's over and we are back to the "real" world? Dark clouds and chill rain. The kind of rain that, while not always heavy, manages to seep into your very bones. You can feel its clammy, oppressive fingers on the back of your neck even when you are indoors. Great way to start the work week. Blah.
Got some pictures at Doom. I'll post up a couple of the better ones when I get time.
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