As the armor rest once more upon the rack and the garb has been cleaned and put away another Pennsic War is resigned to memory and saga. We arrived and set up in the on-again-off-again sprinkles that promised a wet if not cool war week. The first warrior to take the field during land grab was Jacob or as he is now called Bjorn Wulfricson. After authorizing on the youth boffer field he proceeded to take command of his own unit of pint sized centurians. It does this old war wolf proud to hear the lad speaking of "killing pockets and unit formations". Bjorn also received a favor from the Queen of Middle.

Bjorn fighting in a youth tourney.

War week was fast upon us and the mercenary fighters had yet to find our patron for the war. This could be a problem as we did not know where to meet up for our required appearance in opening ceremonies. Then low and behold we found...The Great Dark Horde...and only two blocks away. We arrived for the Grande March with the Dark Horde and Bjorn got to be part of the Lion dance. War had been declared (finally) and we took the field. Our pay this war was spectacular: a case of cider, ginger liquor, 2 9ft staves of shaved 1 1/4 straight rattan (yeah the good s--- !), 2 rolls duct tape, and a shopping spree on the patron. Sweeeeet.

Bjorn cleverly disguised as a tiger butt sneaking up on court.

Lady Adrienne and I fought valiantly in the castle battles against decidedly overwhelming odds. It was figured the East outnumbered the Middle by 7 to 1. The Queen of the Middle presented liveried hoods to those of us fighting for them and we thank her and her ladies for this honor. In the bridge battles the odds were not much better but we got to fight our noble foes the Calontiri once again. I would like to slute the honorable fighters I faced that day. The fighting was clean and honorable and I remember smiles being exchanged as we dodged and parried shots. My best battle was a vain attempt to hold the bridge alone by charging their line with glaive as ours withdrew.

Unfortunately the next battle on the bridge was my most embarrassing as I tried to be the lookout for their ballista and took a bolt square in the chest (though I blocked it with my glaive it would have skewered my like a kabob). After the bridge battle the King of the Middle called the Horde and their allies to receive the Award of the Dragons Tooth for superior group fighting, our first Kingdom level award! Lady Daria was called before the Atlantian Crowns that same day and received her elevation of Court Baroness!!!

Wulfgard lasses cleverly trap pennsic security with the highland macarana.

The nights of Pennsic were filled with revelary and relaxing. At the Wulfgard Althing We were pleased to present cards and membership scrolls to our members. Our Dubh Godha, Grimolf suprised us with a presentation of pewter coins bearing the Clan Badge, two of which we passed to our longtime friends Maugi the Bard, and Chamberlain the Piper.

Wulfgard Allthing in progress.

We were reunited with many old friends and made new ones. We made two new associate members, Dianna of the Hills ;) and "Cap'n" Ichi. Sister Merry Terry was received by the Calontire Crown and given and Award of Arms. (Now we just have to decide is it Sister Lady or Lady Sister?) We shared food and drink with our honorable neighbors Clan MacKay and Og. The culmination of War was a spectaculor fireworks display that illuminated the night and elivated the spirit. I was so moved that i found myself singing the National Anthem. Though it started softly each member of the clan picked it up, then the neighboring camps till by the end it had spread though the block. As the story goes for one bright and shining moment The Dream was made real. Now as I trudge through the reintroduction to the modern world I look back on those moments and smile, knowing that War is but 50 weeks away. I toast you all and bid you health and prosperity.

Laird Wulfric Grimbeald, High Chief Clan Wulfgard

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