07-18-2013, 02:50 PM
Spoiler:
For those I haven’t bragged to told yet, I’m going to be going on a vacation starting immediately tomorrow. My vacation in a bit different in that I’m not going to the Bahamas or Disney or Universal or any such thing. Instead I’m going to be going to what is called The Pennsic War. This is a massive 2 Week camp out hosted by the Society of Creative Anachronism (SCA, for short) of which I am a member. Since a fair majority of those I’ve spoken to are rather interested in what I do, I’m going to be updating this post through the days of my vacation, logging the various sights, sounds, and magnificent events. If anyone has any questions or comments, I encourage you to post or PM. I honestly feel the SCA is a wondrous passtime and I’d be more than welcome to help if any of you are interested.
With that out of the way, allow me to introduce you to Gunnar Ståhlberg- My nordic persona.
With that out of the way, allow me to introduce you to Gunnar Ståhlberg- My nordic persona.
The Penultimate Day
I sit here in my arid cottage, crouched over tomes lit only by the gracious scrying bowl, it’s waters reflecting an endless light that allows me to write now as I do. It’s not for idle banter that I write at the moment, but for the dream of great conquests. While I’ve lived my life for the past years welting away in this arid landscape I do so thirst for my return to the Great North, to breathe the airs of the chilled summer nights and bask in the suns of the summer’s day. Tonight will be one of much preparation as the journey ahead will be one spanning a day’s worth of travel even by ways of ship or horseback. Once arrived, however, I will join with the great kingdom of the East in their war-camp under the banner of Setmour Swamp. It will be good to don the old colors and lay my grasp on a blade once more.
Alas, all I can do now is snuff the shimmer of my scrying bowl and ready myself for the dawn’s light. The Pennsic War is upon us, and is shall be Glorious.