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As you may have guessed by the title, today wasn’t amazing. I wasn’t able to finish my goal for today (painting) for three reasons:

 

1. I wasn’t able to paint. I had to go sign up for summer courses (condensed, start in june) and it took me two hours to get in to see an advisor about it. Then it turned out the classes I wanted were full. Naturaly I was furious about wasting my time, and after sitting at my desk for 3 hours writing (and answering emails, mental note not to do that till I calm down) some background for both my modeling projects and persona, i went for coffee to blow off the remaining steam.

 

2. Aforementioned coffee trip.

 

3. Missing (a CIA themed television series) was on. Then dinner, then more TV. By the time I had broken myself out of my comfy chair, It was 11:10, and now I’m writing this.

 

Tommorow will go better though, as I will be working on my armor at Sir Haroun’s residence.

 

Till next I set finger to key,

 

Marcus

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Hello there my good readers,

 

Much reviled for being the start of the mundane work week, monday was actually a good day (this time)

 

I was able to get a test model done for a new color scheme for some cavalry models. 

In addition, my tent came today! big 10 x 8, which is workable for the near future as it will be just me camping in it. I also heard that a twin sized air matress was on sale at walgreens, but was unable to find the time today. However nothing says I can’t swing by tommorow.

 

Short sweet and to the point, thats it for today my fellow scadians!

 

Until I next set finger to key,

 

Marcus

Hello once again my fellows,

 

The week ahead is quite busy, and as such I wanted to let my readers know what I’m doing!

But first, I’d like to make something known. In addition to the SCA I have another hobby, painting fine scale miniatures. Most of the time these are science fiction and fantasy models, but I also do historical figures in a mix of periods. An example is below. Image

 

These are french napoleonics, but they are painted in a uniform for my imagi-nation. In addition to painting models there are tabletop games using them which I play.

 

Anyway, onto the week ahead!

 

Monday – cleanup of the house, reorganization of my closet giving me room to store my SCA related items

Tuesday – Paint models. work on top secret SCA related painting project. (well, top secret for the moment. i have to have something to keep you all coming back!)

Wednesday – I’m heading over to Sir Haroun’s to work on my armor. I previously purchased 200 feet of para-cord, and I’m hoping it will get me through at least 3 or 4 pieces, however I know I will need more for my torso protection. Speaking of my torso protection, if I am able to get a measurement I will be able to send word to the good lady I commissioned to sew my surcoat.

Thursday – As my persona is Scots-Norman, I will be furthering research into sources of Tartan fabric for articles of garb. If you have ideas, leave them in the comments please.

Friday – More painting, then on to shire night out later in the evening. We usually relax and hang out at a Barnes and Noble which has had more of my money of late due to interesting books on history.

Saturday – nothing planned, but I will post if something comes up.

Sunday – 3rd sunday fighter practice. Always fun.

 

I am endeavoring to post once daily this week, to see if I can get into a rhythm and keep this blog flowing. Some of the posts will be non-SCA related, which will have the tag [NSCA] in the title so you can filter your reading material!

After this week is over, we move on to the tumult of pre-TmT packing. I am looking forward to the event however, as it will be my first time camping the entire event!

Yours in service to that most noble of dreams,

 

Marcus

Hello once again fellow SCAdians,

 

I write to you now at the turn of a late hour while exhausted, but still able to type.

TmT, otherwise known as the Trimarian Memorial Tournament, is only 2 weeks or so away. This will be my first full weekend event, having only gone to coronation as a day trip. In addition to picking up my commissioned garb, I will be shadowing my chronicler-superior, lady Eithne, to learn  how a chronicler should operate at a kingdom level event.

 

Being as I am staying the full weekend, I will be camping. This leads into the next piece of news I have, which is that I have a tent! I will be camping in a regrettably modern tent, a 10 x 8 dome, which I snagged from walmart on a reduced price of $60 USD. In this tent I will have myself, my bag of clothes and garb, my feast gear ( I will be attempting to go to feast at least once) and a pile of notebooks.

I am quite looking foward to this event, and as it draws nearer and more things fall into place, I shall post again with an update.

 

Until then I leave you in service,

 

Marcus

Hail my fellows,

I am still here, it has just been a little busy in this part of the kingdom (college does that) however projects are being worked on.

I have begun research into tents to be able to choose one that can last for several years. In addition, i have a few presents for fellow shire members in the works.

Watch for the vair bell, the shire of starhavens newsletter, to see my report on coronation in full.

This day, the first of April (as the Trimarians name it) I write,

 

Nearly two week have gone by since my last scrivening. I have been busy in the intervening time, of which I will now make note. In addition to several noteworthy gatherings, I have also made progress in arranging my personal belongings and other assorted items.

 

Firstly, I mentioned a day of knowledge relating to the art of smithing armor in my last writings. This event took place, and Sir Geoffrey helped me to forge new knee and elbow protection. However, I have written an in-depth piece on the subject, which has been submitted to the shire’s resident chronicler for inclusion in the shire newsletter. (This curious item is copied and sent to each resident, and provides information and stories for upcoming and past events respectively, as well as tidings from the shire’s officials.) I would urge those who wish more information on the subject to seek out a copy of this newsletter for further reading. Suffice it to say I was taught how to forge basic protections.

 

While touring the countryside to avail myself of the terrain, I encountered a curious shoppe, which sold a variety of fabrics. Having been given advice for just such an occasion by m’lady the Baroness Chiere, I acquired six yards of good quilted fabric with which to sew a surcoat (of course, learning how to sew on such an item with the help of the good Baroness in the process.)

 

I was able to relay my acquisition of such material to the good Baroness, and her husband, quite soon. They invited me to a local cafe (Barnes and noble merritt island) to enjoy the evening and converse. Much merriment was to be had.

 

However, the period was not without it’s confusions. A courier sent by Sir Haroun about working on the rest of my harness was waylaid on his route, causing me to miss his message by a day and thus loose out on the opportunity where Sir Haroun’s schedule opened. Hopefully there will be another soon in the future.

 

Finally, there was yet another practice, this afternoon in fact. Although I was not able to stay for the full duration I was given valuable lessons in combat by Marshall Gavin, the authority in military affairs in the shire. Although these were basic concepts, I am Confident I can build upon them. Indeed learning is half the battle.

 

But that is enough, for sleep beckons me like a siren.

Greetings good readers,

 

This is to announce that I have been taken in as Deputy Chronicler for the Shire of Starhaven under Chronicler Eithne Ingen Murgein.

This having come about after meeting with her and discussing different facets of the Chronicler’s tasks and my particular skills.

 

Huzzah!

 

regards,

 

Marcus Mac Dougall

Deputy Chronicler of the Shire of Starhaven.

To any who may after read this,

I commit this journal for betterment of those who would follow in my steps.

Not four days past I attended a party hosted by that good Baron, Maredudd, who had found me upon the sands and offered his help. I arrived dressed as I could, for I had not had the chance to acquire proper attire. I was greeted by the baron himself, who invited me inside. I was promptly set upon by a pack of dogs, apparently domesticated pets of both the baron and fellow attendee’s. They received much petting and laughter during the evening.

However, most of the evening was spent in discussion on both import as well as tales of battles old. I was happy to be educated rightly in pointers on where to procure the best fabrics for garb, and talks of aid in the coming weeks. Afterward the party gathered to hear Maredudd recount the heady tales of his day’s as court herald, and the wars fought by the kingdom against those neighboring fair Trimaris.

Throughout the evening there was much feasting, for most attendee’s had brought foodstuffs. I myself had (by some twist of fortune) been able to bake my family recipe for a sweet cookie, which where promptly devoured. Baron Maredudd had contributed both bread and a curious mixture of cheese and vegetables which turned out to be delicious.

I had learnt much from my fellow shire-dwellers, and prepared to learn more, for a rally for fighters was just across the dawn.

When I arrived at the practice field the next morrow a bundle of clothing was thrust into my arms. One of my fellow revelers (I am unsure on her SCA name atm) had sewn me some basic pieces so I at least had something after the tragedy that had befallen me. I thanked her profusely.

Gods curse that damnable storm! As it turns out, I have lost much of my skill with the sword, most likely caused by being thrown across the waves in that witch-brewed whirlwind of the sea. I have determined to relearn my lost art, and the shire’s fighting men do seem willing to help. This generosity has been extended to crafting proper armor, to which I have both acquired materials and been invited to an upcoming workshop for.

Ah, but that day of knowledge is yet to come, and I will cease my scribblings lest they wander too far.

Candle-stand

Behold the first requisitioned piece for my feast gear set. a nice wooden candle-stand.

 

This brings my total garb/gear to 1 ring-belt and the above.

 

I’m getting there, slowly but surely!

 

Sunday night will have a big update, as two events will have passed. A “we didn’t want to go to Gulf-wars anyway!” and Sunday fighter practice.

 

Till then and in service,

 

Marcus

 In ancient days there once lived a man, a knight of of Scots-norman descent who served the king himself as a scribe due to his talent with the pen. His name was Marcus MacDougall, and being cooped up in England while most of the other nobles of England and beyond fought for the holy land infuriated him. He longed to draw steel beside his sire Richard I and put the Saracens to flight. Duty bound him to his post however, and so he sat.

 

One day a messenger wearing the royal blazon approached him with a letter. Marcus took this, and read his king’s last order. Marcus was absolved of all vassal-hood and ordered to take ship and head for the fair lands of Trimaris across the ocean’s mighty waves. This he did, packing all his worldly possessions on a cog. The ship put sail within a day.

 

Ill fortune was to befall Marcus and his men, although they would have no knowledge of it. At first sight of land a terrible storm overcame the ship, and within such a fury no ship could ever stand. The keel split in two at the crack of thunder and the ship sank beneath the waves, taking all of Marcus’ possessions with it.

 

Yet, the nobleman survived and although unconscious after the thunderclap was washed ashore a day later. Thus was Marcus to find his way to the Shire of Starhaven on the eastern marches of Trimaris.

 

A local Baron of the name Maredudd was later to find him on the beach, his clothes waterlogged and ragged. Hearing Marcus recount the tale of his ghastly journey Maredudd offered to help the soaked noble find his way.

 

Thus one road ended, and another began.