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Seems like I'm one of the few people who had a good time at Coronet this past weekend.

My tent stayed 98% dry (getting some seam leaks on my 8? 9? year old Panther), I slept very warm (yay sheepskins!), I had good clean fights and got to see some warm fuzzy moments. Yeah, it was cold, but the fire was warm. I wasn't lonely at all and I only had to escape the drumming once (there's just something about those big doumbeks that hurts). 

Friday, I was the last of the group on-site. 
The rest of Glyn Dwfn had a great set-up already in place, with the Baron's firepit already putting out some serious heat. I was taken aback, frankly, at how my car got... well, swarmed is really the only word for it. People just barrelled up and started hauling stuff. I've...never really had that happen before. 

I mean, usually, I camp alone or with Cat and Raffe. So set up is a long, patterned process that I do myself. I beg a little assistance with the tent poles, but it's only 5 minutes of somebody's time. Having help with set-up is... unnerving? Odd? I'm so used to being the one helping, not being helped, that I don't actually have an idea of what other people can do to help. Got my stuff up within a half-hour, I think, including the bed set-up. And nobody laughed about my bear :) (well, to my face, anyway).
Saturday, the tournaments
My first round was against my shire mate, Offa. My knight pulled me aside, after I was out of the tourney and said, "You know, you can't go into a tournament against your student thinking about them being your student." And I blithely assured him that he wasn't my student... except, maybe, he is, kind of? Not anything official or formal. *shrug* I dunno. But I know that I went into that fight without my tourney head on. And, you know, it's really annoying -- in the challenge round, no less! -- to end up the last one picked and then to end up fighting someone I fight every week. I pouted. I admit it -- I totally pouted. Next, I have to smack the heck outta Rhys, the butt, for leaving me in that situation. Offa legged me, I legged him, he got a ticky side shot in, then a good one. I felt very frustrated with myself. I should know better than to socialize when I'm at a tournament. It just yanks my energy off my center.

My second round was against William Geoffrey. You know, Geoff is one of the people who taught me to fight, so maybe it was the other way around, for this round. Internally, I felt very... well, the best word I can find for it is serene. Almost... detached. The leg shot made contact before I even realized it was being thrown and Geoff was down. Looking back, I can remember his eyes, how startled they were. At the time, though, it wasn't an important data point. I was in before I could think about how, a thrust went over my shoulder and his point was useless. He tried to throw some onside bodies and legs, but I hovered too close, shield practically on his swordhilt, and waited for that arm to come out. Finally, I got him with an onside to the head, following up with a wrap to the back of the head. Not sure which one was good, but he was done. It was a good clean fight.

My third fight was also a good, clean fight. I enjoy fighting Brian (of Ledbury); he pushes me. Not just because he's a lefty (I face Thorfinn twice a week, lefties are not outside my experience). But Brian moves differently. He's more... tripod-based, in his movement. The wide stance, the pivot at the waist, the back and forth flex, a bit like Octa does, or Olin does. Brian pushes my levels, but he's not pulling anything underhanded when we fight. It's a straight-up skill-to-skill match -- the kind that makes you frown in the middle of it, and grin like a maniac afterwards. I almost got him, too. If I'd planted that off-side helm shot, instead of it being glancy? Yeah. Brian doesn't underestimate me, or condescend to me, which makes that "almost" pretty sweet.

After that loss, I was out, so I was free to think of the other thing I'd had planned for the weekend.
One of my shire mates, Baron Eirik Hardradi, is fighting brain cancer. And one of the Summits folks, Grimmar (who I saw up at OHSU), is fighting leukemia. The Baron doesn't need financial assistance, Grimmar does; both need to know people are pulling for them, supporting them, cheering them on.

So -- two great causes that work well together. And deeply require an Evil Plan (tm).

People in Glyn Dwfn had been idly talking about creating "Baron Tokens" to wear at Coronet. But with all the sewing and repairing and making that was going on, it was pretty easy to see that tokens were going on the bottom of the stack. However, the daughter of one of the folks in Glyn Dwfn has an industrial embroidery machine. I have Photoshop and can make programmable images lickety-split. Ha! Synergy! 

The Thursday before Coronet, the first rush batch of 30 tokens arrived at my front door, courtesy of the US Postal Service. Caoilte's daughter, Loretta ("Redda"), had built them to spec, as many as she could, in the short time we had to put them together. She waived the patterning fee and only asked enough to cover materials and postage. 

The Baron Eirik Support Favour:

For a $5.00 donation to Grimmar's Fund, anyone could get a Baron Eirik Support Favour. They were designed to be long enough to tie around the arm, or to a belt, or a leg or a hat, or wherever people wanted to wear them. So supporters could wear them wherever, and however, they felt comfortable.

But the core of the Evil Plan(tm) was The Photo.

The biggest surprise was Princess Liesel's decision to purchase favours for each of her guards -- Baron Eirik is on her royal guard, so she bought one for each of his brother guardsmen to wear. So she is front and center.

Now, sure, some of the people in this picture are from Glyn Dwfn. But not all. There are people from Myrtleholt, Southmarch, Briaroak, Adiantum, Terra Pomaria and Tymberhavene. There are people who know Baron Eirik as "that nice guy who helped them last year." There are people who "fought him a couple of times -- he's fun." There were arguments over who would get the last favour. There were people coming up to Glyn Dwfn folks later, asking if there were any favours left.

The photo was to have that tangible thing, that... touchstone... that says, "Hey. Here we are. Thinking about you. Go kick some *ss. We know you can."
Yeah. *nod of satisfaction* Yeah.
Saturday, the evening
This was the first time I'd camped with a home shire since the first event I'd camped with (what was then) Cavernsgate. It was illuminating. The couples quarrelled with each other exclusively; by that, I mean that the men quarrelled exclusively with their romantic partners and vice versa. And it was interesting to see who could "go with the flow" and who "had to have" certain things certain ways and who really couldn't care less.

I was invited to dine over at the Rampant Squirrel encampment. One of my coworkers (aka DrummingJamie) is a member of that household, so I know them a bit. I like the people I know in there. The food was nice (despite the accidental ingestion of coffee-laced munchie bars) and I did enjoy the bardic stuff there.

Oh. Right.
I'm turning into my knight. 

Yes, I spent about 45 minutes telling stories. Finnegan stories, early Summits stories, no sh*t there I was stories, I know this isn't true but isn't it fun anyway stories...Story flowed into story and people were having so much fun that it wasn't until I was walking back across site that I realized I had Pulled An Ambrose.

And later... uhm. Hrm.

There I was, snugged comfortably in my chair (the Red Chair of Butt-Holding +5), in my wool cloak, my fuzzy faux-Norse "An Tirian" hat pulled down over my eyes, enjoying the blazing fire... and someone who's face was familiar but whose name always escaped me, plopped down in one of the other chairs and chatted amiably with the group. Somebody addressed me and she sat bolt upright in her chair and asked, "Vesta? Are you The Vesta? I've read so much about you."

I buried my face in my hands. I have now become an Institution. 

We had an influx of other visitors that evening, some polite, some embarrassingly intoxicated (no, I'm sorry, I'm not licking that... or thank you for the compliment on my "b**bies") almost all of whom came by to see me. I buried my face in my hands again. I could only laugh helplessly: "I'm sorry, people know me...." 

Sunday, the pack up
Went fairly well. And was 98% un-eventful. Best way to end an event.
Keterlin thinks I ended up with a mild case of hypothermia. I think I got a cold, with fever. That was pretty much the excitement for Sunday.
So that was Coronet.

Date: 2008-03-19 10:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
What a MARVELOUS plan. You ROCK.

Somebody addressed me and she sat bolt upright in her chair and asked, "Vesta? Are you The Vesta? I've read so much about you."

And I not only know who that was, she mentioned in her LJ that she had finally gotten to meet you. *cackle*

Date: 2008-03-20 12:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
oh- speaking of you being an institution... have you looked at the front page of the Egils page?

Date: 2008-03-20 02:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
ack ack ackity ack.

nice picture of Nemo :)

Date: 2008-03-19 11:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You're my hero. *hugs* You are well-known, and what's more, you are well-loved. Lots of people like you and care about you. We think you're spiffy.

I like watching you fight. Thank you for posting some of the slightly-technical stuff--it's hard for me to nail some of that stuff down when I'm watching. Now, I can replay some of it in my head and understand the combat better.

...any chance of more of those favors becoming available? *is hopeful*

Date: 2008-03-20 02:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*digs toe in dirt*

Okay, I can do this...
Thank you.

You know, it's difficult to realize that people don't see what I as fighter see. And taht the vocabulary is that specialized.

Date: 2008-03-21 06:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

There is a definite technical vocabulary that fighters use, just like knitters and costumers and archaeologists and any other discipline that has moves and things that are specific to those disciplines. I'm slowly learning the "fighter words," and I find the whole thing fascinating. I also think that explanations are different when they come from a fighter about the fight than they are when they come from an observer. I appreciate you opening that door into your "fighter self" so I can see how you think about that part of your life.

Since those favors are going to sell like hotcakes, I don't suppose I could reserve one?

Date: 2008-03-22 04:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Since those favors are going to sell like hotcakes, I don't suppose I could reserve one?

Oh, I think I could arrange that....(she said, oh-so-innocently...)

Date: 2008-03-25 04:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
HUZZAH! *dances*

Date: 2008-03-21 02:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
...any chance of more of those favors becoming available? *is hopeful*

I am supposed to receive shipment of the second batch of favors on the 28th/29th.
I will have 50 of them.
(We'll probably run out again...)

Date: 2008-03-20 12:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
bwahaha- resistance is futile!!! And yer knight is highly amused at the description!!!

Date: 2008-03-20 02:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*peals of laughter*
Yeah, I forgot to mention that when I saw him at FP last night...

Date: 2008-03-20 12:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you so much for sharing the story of your weekend! I so miss camping events (this Barony only does weekend events at sites with cabins), and it is fun to hear stories that include some names I remember from all those years ago when I lived there.

When you say "the Baron's firepit" does that imply that Glyn Dwfn is a Barony these days? If so, when did that happen, and who are the Baron &/or Baroness?

The favours are a wonderful idea, and I hope that both lords are cheered by the story of them. I've got friends who survived having brain tumours removed and are still around 20+ years later, but words like "cancer" and "leukaemia" are just plain scary. I hope that things go as well as possible for both of them!

Date: 2008-03-20 02:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Glyn Dwfn is not yet a Barony. We have a transplanted Court Baron (Baron Eirik Hardradi) from the West who moved into the area a little over a year ago. Since he's the only Baron in the shire, but one of many "erics," he gets his rank as a name. Rather like Verena is "The Duchess," he's "the Baron" or even just "Baron." Never "Eirik." Although sometimes, he does get a bellowed out "Yo, Hardradi!"

You need to introduce real camping down there. Cabins?!?!?! Oh, honestly! :)

Date: 2008-03-21 02:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ok, that would explain it!

I'm actually kind or relieved, I'd like to think that *someone* would have mention it to me if the Shire had become a Barony, it has only been 13 years since I moved away, after all.

I'd love to convert them to real camping events, but they are convinced that we need to use the expensive Scout Halls so that they will have a kitchen and can cook food for everyone on site (meaning a weekend event can cost in the neighborhood of $100 per person!). Every time I go to one of these I ask for the "off board", camping price and bring my own food & tent, and they look at me like I'm nuts. But everyone loves my pavilion, and a bunch of people say they want to make one, so perhaps one day...

Date: 2008-03-21 02:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*quirks eyebrows*

They have to cook for everyone on site?
*giggles maniacally*

Wow. They're missing so much fun cooking your own food over the fire (oh, Marian's cooking!!!), camping in the rain and snow (mmmmm, wool!!)....

Spread the joy! Getting cooked meals at an event is over-rated. :)
(Of course, I usually live on cold roast beef and OJ...)

Date: 2008-03-21 09:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
lol! I tend to live on food I prepared in advance and can eat cold (or things which require no preparation) myself these days, but I did, very much, enjoy buying into Marian's kitchen when I was in Summits.

I think part of the problem is the size of our events. This Barony comprises the entire island, there are a clump of us down in Hobart, the largest city in the State (but still small by US standards), and another couple of clumps of us in the two "cities" in the north of the state, but all together we make up around 50 paid-members, and perhaps 100 who make it to events or other gatherings on a semi-regular basis, and for a really big event, like our last Baronial Investiture, we can attract about 160 people (including visitors from out of state). At those numbers, it is still do-able to feed everyone, so they try, but then they complain about how much work it is to run an event. Sigh. And my sweetie won't let me run any more events till I finish my thesis, so I can't set a good example...

Date: 2008-03-22 04:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Well, young lady, I think that finishing your thesis IS Setting A Good Example.

I agree with your sweetie.

Now, go sit down and... do whatever is done with a thesis. Theses? Uh...something. Yeah.

*scuttles off*

Date: 2008-03-20 12:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
i had fun too, just was really busy. wish we had the opportunity to chat:) see ya soon

Date: 2008-03-20 02:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh good! I read too many "it was nice to see my friends but the weekend SUCKED *SS" posts, I guess....

Oh -- I have (yet another) $5.00 for the Grimmar fund. I have no idea how to get that to you... or Ned. Or whomever.
Ulp. Help!

Date: 2008-03-20 06:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Har! Vesta's been institutionalized! Wakka wakka wakka!!

I'm glad you had fun! I wish I could've gone. I absolutely must get down to that neck of the woods one of these days, I just must.

I like how you write about fighting. It all looks like a bunch of incomprehensible stick-flailing to me (honestly...I know it's harder than that but STILL), but the way you wrote about it made it make sense. ;)

The idea of the favors is AWESOME. I'm glad it worked out so well!

Date: 2008-03-20 02:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It all looks like a bunch of incomprehensible stick-flailing to me
sometimes, it looks like that from this end, too.

Date: 2008-03-20 04:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thanks for the wonderful description of your fights. It's so hard for us non-fighters to understand what it's like to be in those shoes. Brian will enjoy reading that you said about fighting him. I didn't have a horrible time, especially since we didn't camp, but would have enjoyed it more without a screaming 1 year old who only wanted to run around in the mud!

Date: 2008-03-21 02:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
would have enjoyed it more without a screaming 1 year old who only wanted to run around in the mud!
And isn't THAT the truth!
But Mooooommmm!! Why does mud exist, except for me to jump around and roll around and splash around in?

Glad you had a good time, too! Good to know I'm not the only one :)


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