Brass Monkey War
Ow, ow ow ow ow ow!
Note to self, Heavy fighting is low impact, Dance is High impact, and Boffer war is just freakin' insane!
Seriously, it just like rugby (as in union) only without the training. The rules.... rules?
I wonder if little miss C took any video of it?
My thighs are still burning, probably because in the very first scenario I bolted, grabbed a sheep and did a full lap of the course, no warmup.
Classic moments for me... Sprinting down the field using the sheep as a shield thinking "man Mr P is going to nail me here". Getting hit in the arm by someone, making it through the gate, and looking back to see that the only reason I made it through was becasue Mr M had accidently taken out Mr P, and the gate as he bolted for me.
Second best was seeing that Mr W and Mr B had manned the gate, doing the same trick with the sheep, except that as I approached the gate I put the sheep in front and charged the gate. Mr W (who is about twice my size) stepped up in front of my a set himself, at which point I thought "Oh darn". I found myself through the gate a couple of seconds later, not entirely sure how I got there.
The weekend started with a quick trip down the midlands, a visit to a friend (while little miss C did some shopping) and then on to the site, for a bardic circle, which wasn't. The morning saw us run the Boffer Wars, which were hilarious but painful, and then a lovely hot lunch from Mr S. The afternoon saw the most stringent Marshaling that the Barony has seen in a long long time.
The actual war was fought in the afternoon, but most folk were too buggered to make a real go of it at that point. I picked the most savage armour bite I've ever had. Time for new arm harness.
The ball was great for all those that danced, lot's of dance, Rondels, court and food. I spent most of the night in the throne being regal, and avoiding injury by avoiding dance. Did some singing with Mrs M which was fun, if only we were singing the same words to the same song in the same timing, it could have been great!
Sunday was slow, late breakfast, and minimal activity. A late Pas with a few challenges, most of which were fairly lax, as everyone was knackered. Man!, Mr P can hit hard, one of his quillons hit my basket hilt so hard that the impact strained a ligament in my hand.
Got home lateish and did some unpacking and went to bed. phleaagh!
I'd put some photo's up but they were all kind of dodge, and the video was from too far away to be any good.
Note to self, Heavy fighting is low impact, Dance is High impact, and Boffer war is just freakin' insane!
Seriously, it just like rugby (as in union) only without the training. The rules.... rules?
I wonder if little miss C took any video of it?
My thighs are still burning, probably because in the very first scenario I bolted, grabbed a sheep and did a full lap of the course, no warmup.
Classic moments for me... Sprinting down the field using the sheep as a shield thinking "man Mr P is going to nail me here". Getting hit in the arm by someone, making it through the gate, and looking back to see that the only reason I made it through was becasue Mr M had accidently taken out Mr P, and the gate as he bolted for me.
Second best was seeing that Mr W and Mr B had manned the gate, doing the same trick with the sheep, except that as I approached the gate I put the sheep in front and charged the gate. Mr W (who is about twice my size) stepped up in front of my a set himself, at which point I thought "Oh darn". I found myself through the gate a couple of seconds later, not entirely sure how I got there.
The weekend started with a quick trip down the midlands, a visit to a friend (while little miss C did some shopping) and then on to the site, for a bardic circle, which wasn't. The morning saw us run the Boffer Wars, which were hilarious but painful, and then a lovely hot lunch from Mr S. The afternoon saw the most stringent Marshaling that the Barony has seen in a long long time.
The actual war was fought in the afternoon, but most folk were too buggered to make a real go of it at that point. I picked the most savage armour bite I've ever had. Time for new arm harness.
The ball was great for all those that danced, lot's of dance, Rondels, court and food. I spent most of the night in the throne being regal, and avoiding injury by avoiding dance. Did some singing with Mrs M which was fun, if only we were singing the same words to the same song in the same timing, it could have been great!
Sunday was slow, late breakfast, and minimal activity. A late Pas with a few challenges, most of which were fairly lax, as everyone was knackered. Man!, Mr P can hit hard, one of his quillons hit my basket hilt so hard that the impact strained a ligament in my hand.
Got home lateish and did some unpacking and went to bed. phleaagh!
I'd put some photo's up but they were all kind of dodge, and the video was from too far away to be any good.
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