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SCA-stories1-msg - 4/27/94

 

SCA stories related before 5/1/94.

 

NOTE: See also the files: SCA-stories2-msg, SCA-stories3-msg, SCA-hist1-msg, child-stories-msg, SCA-authors-msg, SCA-notables-msg, you-know-msg, vanity-plates-msg, royal-deaths-msg.

 

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This file is a collection of various messages having a common theme that I have collected from my reading of the various computer networks. Some messages date back to 1989, some may be as recent as yesterday.

 

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    Mark S. Harris                  AKA:  THLord Stefan li Rous

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From: 21464RM%MSU.BITNET at MITVMA.MIT.EDU ("R. Miller")

Date: 25 Nov 89 02:29:16 GMT

Organization: Society for Creative Anachronism

 

We've never had such problems with our local law enforcement, though

I've heard tell of folks in costume at events on campus running afoul

of local weapons ordinances.  There was once, though, at a tournament

long ago two FBI agents doing a security clearance check on one poor

soul - they were trying to be inconspicuous at the end of the hall in

(no, I'm not kidding) trenchcoats and sunglasses.  Someone tried to

get them to put tunics on, but I don't think it worked. Amazingly

enough, the security clearance apparently went through...

 

       Roxanne of Bloekmedwe                :  R. Miller

       Barony of the NorthWoods, Midrealm   :  Okemos, MI

 

 

From: sean at ms.uky.edu (Sean Casey)

Date: 25 Nov 89 18:28:54 GMT

Organization: The Leaning Tower of Patterson Office  at The Univ. of KY

 

lmacquar at kean.mun.ca writes:

 

|Tumbling off a bank in fifty pounds of plate is still not a pleasant

|thought, however.  I have heard of fighters who leaped out of trees

|giving themselves SEVERE knee strains on landing.

 

When at my first SCA event, I watched a guy in plate lose his balance,

sidestep about 6 feet, do a small pirouette, then fall off a vertical

creek bank about 5 1/2 feet straight down onto a rocky creek bed. He

landed on his back about 20 feet from me.

 

There was such a *crash* that when everyone yelled "HOLD!" the fighting

had already stopped. People gathered around quickly. Someone pulled his

visor open and asked him if he was OK. He said "Yes, I'm fine, but I

can't get up." So three or four people assisted in levering him to an

upright position, he walked around the bank, and the battle resumed.

 

I suppose others have been less fortunate when taking a tumble in

armour, but this really amazed me. I guess they don't call it armour for

nothing.

 

Sean

--

***  Sean Casey          sean at ms.uky.edu, sean at ukma.bitnet, ukma!sean

***  Copyright 1989 by Sean Casey. Only non-profit redistribution permitted.

***  "If you'll go to Joe B's, I'll buy. How's that sound?"  "Sounds free!"

 

 

From:    Alfgar the Sententious

To:      Stefen  

04-Dec-89 02:26pm

Subject: Re: farbiling

 

>> the truth from the BS - but what the Hel, i like a good

>> story as well as the next and biker confrontation ones

>> seem to be our version of the ethnic joke.

S> Only one or two involved bikers. Some were the mundane mugger

S> who in attacking a SCAdian got more than he bargained for. One

Not a "story"-- This happened to Koppel funem Laksfalk directly after his

knighting.

 

* Origin: Opera=Deorum: Home of Baphonet-by-the-Sea

 

 

From:    Dave Aronson                              

To:      Justin du Coeur MKA Mark Waks

05-Dec-89 09:54pm

Subject: Re: Vis and the Serjeant

 

Unto all the good gentles of the Kingdom (?) of Rialto, I send greetings!

> Now, the gentleman in the tower above them was a worldly sort, who had

> encountered emissaries from our Kingdoms before. Noting Vis' inimitable

> style, he called down to the Serjeant, "Hey, ask him if he's in something

> called the SCA."

>

> The Serjeant leaned over to Vis, and shortly yelled back, "He says that

> he is. What's that mean?"

>

> The fellow in the tower said, "Means you can't beat him."

>

> Whereupon Vis tapped the Serjeant on the shoulder, and spoke to him a

> moment more. The Serjeant called up to the tower, "He's says he's a

> Knight. What's *that* mean?"

>

> Sayeth the tower, "Means *they* can't beat him, either."

 

The way I heard it, the gentle was not named, but the conversation went:

Tower: "Ask him if he's in the SCA."

Sarge: "He says he is.  What's that mean?"

T: "It means he knows how to use the thing.  Ask him if he's a knight."

S: "He says he is.  What's that mean?"

T: "It means you can't beat him.  Ask him if he's a duke."

S: "He says he is.  What's that mean?"

T: "It means *THEY* can't beat him either!"

 

* Origin: TIDMADT 703-370-7054: WOC 'n Woad with MEDIEVAL Echo! (1:109/120)

 

 

From: whh at PacBell.COM (Wilson Heydt)

Date: 8 Dec 89 17:23:50 GMT

Organization: Pacific * Bell, San Ramon, CA

 

I showed the story about Visivald in Basic Training to Duke Frederick

of Holland last night.  He relates that Vis told him that the third

time, the DI had three of his assistants help try to beat Vis--and Vis

got all 4 of them . . .

 

The final "exercise" of the pugil-stick training was a "bear pit"

operation.  All the recruits were given pugil-sticks a put in

a large pit.  Only one is supposed to come out.  After seeing what

Vis had done to the DI, everybody left him alone.  When there

was one other recruit left, Vis walked over to him and asked--

 

"Shall I hit you, or do you just want to fall down?"

 

The other recruit elected to fall down without being hit and Vis

walked out . . . .

 

Flieg is also fond of what happened to Theoderick of Skane one

day.  Theoderick pulled into a 7-11 lot and as he got out of his

car three young tuoghs came toward him.  He'd been fighting for a

few months at the time.  He reached into the back seat and pulled

out a field-legal sword.  On of the toughs took one look and told

his friends--  "Look out!  He's SCA!  He'll beat the shit out of us!"

Needless to say--the gang left abruptly.

 

     --Hal

 

        Hal Ravn, Province of the Mists, West Kingdom

        Wilson H. Heydt, Jr.,  Albany, CA 94706, 415/524-8321 (home)

=======================================================================

 

Hal Heydt                    |Surely the end of the world is at hand:

Analyst, Pacific*Bell        |   Children no longer obey their parents

415-823-5447                 |   and *everyone* wants to write a book.

whh at pbhya.PacBell.COM        |     --from a Babylonian clay tablet

 

 

From: Algernon.Hartesmond at lcs.mit.edu, O.Troub. at lcs.mit.edu

Date: 12 Dec 89 18:24:24 GMT

Organization: Society for Creative Anachronism

 

} Date: 8 Dec 89 17:23:50 GMT

} From: Wilson Heydt <pacbell!pbhya!whh at AMES.ARC.NASA.GOV>

} Subject: Re: Vis in Basic Training

}

} I showed the story about Visivald in Basic Training to Duke Frederick of

} Holland last night.  He relates that Vis told him that the third time,

} the DI had three of his assistants help try to beat Vis--and Vis got all

} 4 of them . . .

 

I told Vis that the "pugil-stick in basic training" story had been

retold on the net.  He asked me which version.  "The one that ends

`...Means they can't beat him either,' I reported.

 

Vis says that one is false variant #4 -- he wasn't a knight yet, after

all.  We agreed, however, that it *is* a really good story, even better

than the original.  He admitted that it was so good a tale that he

himself tells it that way on occasion.

 

All the versions agree that after receiving such a thorough whupping,

the pugil instructors had Vis give them lessons.  They were large,

powerful fellows, in excellent condition, and fiercely determined never

to let this happen again.

 

There's a story to follow this one that has never been heard: What ever

happened to the next SCA smart-guy at that camp who thought he could

show these instructors a thing or two about pole-weapons?

 

+-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

 

 

From: whh at PacBell.COM (Wilson Heydt)

Date: 5 Dec 89 00:39:19 GMT

Organization: Pacific * Bell, San Ramon, CA

 

While we're trotting out old stories . . .  Here's one I

was told by Master Harold of Breakstone (mka Clint Bigglestone)

some years ago . . .

 

Clint was learning the Japanese art of the sword from a venerable

old Master.  Indeed, clint's sensei was the one that taught Toshiro

Mifune how to use one properly.  The sensei spoke very little

English and Clint spoke essentially no Japanese.  With translation,

they had a discussion one evening about the relative virtues of the

Western and Eastern ways of the sword.  Clint--having fought in the

Society--offered to demonstrate.  The only thing available to use for

a shield was a garbage-can lid.  At one point the sensei made a very

nice, low, cut. clint blocked the move by pinning the sensei's wrist

to the floor with the rim of his sheild.  The sensei left the room,

making some remark in his native language.  Puzzled, Clint asked

the translator--the sensei's daughter, as I recall--what the old

man had said.  Supressing giggles, she replied: "Master say,

'Western Warrior very sneaky.'"

 

     --Hal

 

        Hal Ravn, Province of the Mists, West Kingdom

        Wilson H. Heydt, Jr.,  Albany, CA 94706, 415/524-8321 (home)

=======================================================================

Hal Heydt                    |Surely the end of the world is at hand:

Analyst, Pacific*Bell        |   Children no longer obey their parents

415-823-5447                 |   and *everyone* wants to write a book.

whh at pbhya.PacBell.COM        |     --from a Babylonian clay tablet

 

 

From: whh at PacBell.COM (Wilson Heydt)

Date: 5 Dec 89 00:48:44 GMT

Organization: Pacific * Bell, San Ramon, CA

 

While I'm on the subject, he's another from long years ago.  I was

at the "climactic" event--the first Crown list I ever fought in,

but I wasn't involved in the conversations . . .

 

Years and years ago--in the dawn mists of the Society (my Lady Wife

could probably supply the dates, but all I can say is "pre-'70s),

several Society members lived in a "slan shack" in the Haight-Ashbury

district in San Francisco.  Among them were Clint Bigglestone (Master

Harold of breakstone), Ken deMaif (sp?), and Steve Perrin (Comte Stephen

de Lorraine).  They were fond of practicing Society combat in a nearby

empty lot--to the interest, amusement and such of of their neighbors.

 

Among the neighbors were active members of the motorcycle club Hell's

Angels (of whom you have probably heard).

 

June Crown of 1970 was held in San Anselmo.  The site was right on

some local streets, so it was no surprise when the local Police

dropped by to see what was going on.  After the usual explanations

and cries of "if only I weren't on duty . . ." they departed.  While

there however, they mentioned an unusual reason for not being able to

stay and watch.  It seemed the Hell's Angels were due to blow through

town that day and the Police were planning to meet them at the edge of

town and "encourage" them to pick on somebody else.  We later got news

that word of the Society's precense in town had gotten to the Angels,

and they went *around* San Anselmo instead of trying to go through . . .

 

Now *that's* a reputation.

 

      --Hal

 

        Hal Ravn, Province of the Mists, West Kingdom

        Wilson H. Heydt, Jr.,  Albany, CA 94706, 415/524-8321 (home)

 

 

From: samlb at pioneer.arc.nasa.gov (Sam Bassett RCD)

Date: 8 Dec 89 21:52:59 GMT

Organization: Old, used, Steward (Thanks, Flieg!)

 

        I heard a variation of that one from Clint:

 

        It seems that they were all out in the back yard of the Hashbury

house, happily bashing at each other, when a group of angels roared up on

their hogs on the other side of the fence.  Hearing the sounds of an

evident rumble, they peeked over the fence.

        After somebody explained what was going on, one of the Angels was

heard to say: "Jeez -- those guys must be tough -- I'd never let anyone

do that to me."

 

 

Sam'l Bassett, Sterling Software  at  NASA Ames Research Center,

Moffett Field CA 94035 Work: (415) 694-4792;  Home: (415) 969-2644

samlb at well.sf.ca.us                     samlb at ames.arc.nasa.gov

<Disclaimer> := 'Sterling doesn't _have_ opinions -- much less NASA!'

 

 

From: think!ames!decwrl!decvax!tinhat!meg at EDDIE.MIT.EDU (Megan ni Laine)

Date: 30 Mar 90 07:40:23 GMT

Organization: Society for Creative Anachronism

 

Let me tell you a short story. This is a true story.

The day after I was elected Baroness Stonemarche, I had to drive

upstate to Dartmouth hospital for an operation. It was in February,

and it had snowed the night before. There were Department of

Transportation trucks plowing the snow from the highway in front of me.

I thought to myself, what a deserted stretch of highway, and here are

four trucks clearing it. I am the only car on the road...are they

doing it just for me?  This rather pretentious thought made me

remember the fact that I was now Baroness of this place, this entire

mundane state was now the Barony of Stonemarche, I was its titular

head. Suddenly I was swept away on the fantasy that I am the Baroness

Stonemarche, this is MY highway, these White Mountains around me are

MY mountains, those trucks are MY Baronial trucks clearing the road

before me. I was filled with a proprietary feeling toward the land

around me...the mountains of stone, the trees, the rivers and

lakes...it was all mine.  Sounds silly, huh?  Yet, in the subsequent

years, I have honored real people and rewarded them for their real

achievements, I have patched up real arguements and made real peace

between angry households, I have comforted my people when their hearts

were broken and their lives were falling apart, I have encouraged them

when they succeded amd commisserated with them when they failed. I have

found them jobs, helped them find housing, fed them, given them rides,

loamed money when needed...being Baroness is a real thing here. We are

a close-knit community of medievalists, and even when we are not

playing the Game, we are still friends.  Every night, from 8 to about

1am, I am on the phone with the various folk of my barony. Its like

being a college professor, social worker and lawyer all rolled into one.

I've witnessed their weddings,and even assisted at the birth of their

children!

 

No offense meant to the Crown, but I didn't win this position by

strength of arms. My people elected me, very nearly unanimously.  It

is by their will that I am here, it is to serve them that I remain.

 

The motto of Household Runnymede (open only to the Baronage of the EAst)is:

Kings come and go, but we are always here.

 

Sorry for rambling on so...but its a real and personal thing. I do

take the fantasy seriously. Maybe that's why they elected me in the

first place...

 

M ay the words I use

E ver be plain,

G od forbid I confuse

A ught I wish to explain.

N ow I remain, your servant, Megan.

 

--        

               Megan ni Laine, OL, Baroness Stonemarche  

                      The Barony of Stonemarche          

                            East Kingdom    

Linda Anfuso                      meg at tinhat.UUCP

Forest Road                       meg%tinhat%hern at grove.crsfld.com      

Wilton, NH 03086, U. S. A.       ...uunet!bytepb!hern!tinhat!meg

 

 

From: icarus at UCSCB.UCSC.EDU (60451000)

Date: 16 Apr 90 16:38:18 GMT

Organization: Society for Creative Anachronism

 

A book called _The Gryphon King_ by (I believe) Tom Weitz

also has explicit references to the SCA- in fact, part of the

story is set at an event.

 

-Lady Margrethe von Holbeck

 

 

From: mittle at blinn.watson.ibm.com (Josh Mittleman)

Date: 16 Apr 90 17:56:34 GMT

Organization: IBM T.J. Watson Research, NY

 

Dur asks:

 

(list of SCA authors deleted)

 

>How many "real, named" personnas of SCAdians have these authors used, and who

>are they?

 

Well, "Baron Dur" appears in "Murder in the War."  (Gee, what a

coincidence :)  Marion Zimmer Bradley's Darkover books have several

secondary characters who are based on SCA people...I know that Cinhil

MacAran is one such.  I'm not sure about her primary characters.

 

        Arval.

 

 

Subject: Re: Personnas in works by SCA authors....

 

>>Well, "Baron Dur" appears in "Murder in the War."

>

> So does Solomon ben Jacob...

>

>               Tzvi

 

Include Bertram of Berrington as well...

 

Dur

 

 

From: klw at hpindwa.HP.COM (Karen Williams)

Date: 20 Apr 90 17:33:45 GMT

Organization: Hewlett-Packard, Cupertino CA

 

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