This weekend, I was at something called Viking Vintr Vunderland. It's an old event we're reviving here in the Outlands. It's basically a silly Viking Olympics. There were Feats of Prowess like knife and axe throwing and lighting a match with a sword swing. The Viking Challenge Table was a gourmet of gross Scandinavian food (I had an entire bowl of lutefisk.) There was also something called the Big Game.
The Big Game was a sort of three team soccer for heavy fighters. The goal is to run a forty pound bag of cat litter dressed up to look like a sheep into one of the other two team's goals. There's a lot of tumbling around and I got hit at least six times on my way to the ground. :3
Our Seneschal was knighted after thirty years a squire. He took on a squire, a young lady who fights with us. Her boyfriend told me it's all my fault after I worked with her at her first practice. She's also a classmate here at university, so it's good to watch your friends grow in the SCA.
He offered me a man-at-arms belt and we're working out the dates. Humbling, but exciting nonetheless. His squire is already joking that she's my older sister as households and chivalric lines go despite the fact that she's ten years younger. :p
This weekend will probably be armoring and homework.
Edited by Hiarthbeorn, 19 January 2015 - 07:32 PM.