I DOnt Know If Anyone Does The SCA,But I was There That Day

But this is true
I was Lord Kreblock Afftenback Der Schwarze,Cat,Wren,Award Of Arms,Marksbruder(yeah we get the joke,we wrote it,Im Groucho when Cormac isnt around)and the very last man to be awarded the Garnet.
I do attest, Ardens words,are exact and true.
As they assembled I ran back to our lines to retrieve my sword and shield,because I was convinced my pole would not be sufficient.I was on Thorvaaldrs right side when he made the challenge.And I couldnt stop laughing the whole time,I was so convinced we'd be a smear.

Just goes to show ,huh?

Blue tape in the last Pennsic battle
The mercenary household of the Mountain Confederation had been fighting for the Kingdom of Ansteorra all war, and doing a damned good job of it, too.

On the final Saturday of the war, Barn, the King of Ansteorra, came to the Mountain Confederation as we assembled for the first battle, and spoke. He congratulated us on our fighting, on our ability to work with his army, and gave our fighting unit the Sable Falcon, the highest fighting award in the Kingdom of Ansteorra. He shook each of us by the hand, and personally thanked each one of us for our efforts on his kingdom's behalf. We cheered him, and his kingdom, and we adorned our standard with Ansteorra's Falcon.

Barn regretted that he could not remain at Pennsic to lead his forces into battle. In fact, nearly the entire Ansteorran army was in their camp, packing to begin their 2000 mile drive back to their kingdom. There were only a handful of Ansteorrans who were going to take the field that final morning, and Barn wondered if we would allow them to fight with us under our unit command. We explained that we would be honored to have it so.

Barn's final words to us were "Take care of my boys..." We cheered him again, as he strode from the field. The mountain pass battle began, and the combined forces of Ansteorra and the Mountain Confederation fought hard, well and honorably.

After the mountain pass, as we were resting for the coming field battle, we saw there was a great gathering of Eastern forces in the resurrection area of the battlefield. A few of our fighters joined the throng, and came back with the news that the Eastern Army planned to withdraw from the field. At first we did not believe that this could be true. But as we watched, the entire Eastern Army formed a column behind the Eastern banners and marched from the field.

Our Ansteorran comrades grew dismayed, and cried "We did not drive 2000 miles to quit a battle!" Our unit commander, Thorvaaldr, exclaimed: "I promised your king I would take care of you, and taking care of you does NOT include walking away from a fight. Don your armor!"

And so we did. By my count, there were 24 warriors of the Mountain Confederation, 7 warriors from Ansteorra, and 3 Atlantian warriors who arrayed ourselves in our battle gear, and strode to the highest point of the battlefield. Over our heads waved the blue and gold banner of the Mountain Confederation, adorned by the Ansteorran Sable Falcon. We paused atop the hill and gazed at the might of the Midrealm army. It stretched from one side of the field to the other.

Then the 34 of us marched across the battle plain, to challenge the Midrealm army.

Thorvaaldr, as our unit commander, spoke for us. He cried: "We are the combined forces of the Kingdom of Ansteorra and the Mountain Confederation. We came here to fight a battle, and a battle we shall have. We will leave this field only in Victory or in Death. Gentlemen, assemble your army!"

And the cheers erupted. They began with the Midrealm fighters who had actually heard the challenge, and spread along both flanks as word went out that a handful of fighters had stayed on the field. The cheers became a roar as we were engulfed by our "foes". Backs were pounded, hands shaken, we were lifted and hugged and swung around by a hundred fighters each. When the accolade ended, we 34 fighters marched back to our little hill, ready to be the last "Forlorn Hope" of the blue taped army.

But as we stood there, beneath our standard bearing the golden snarling mountain lion and the blue hills we call home, a single warrior approached from the other side. He came before us and cried: "You have shown great honor and glory by your actions this day. Please allow me to fight at your side." And we replied: "We would be honored to have you, and welcome. Bring this man blue tape!" And lo, as this was being done, two more fighters approached, asking to fight with us. And then four more fighters, and then a unit, and then another unit asked to join us. And then, the Kingdom of Calontir approached us and said: "Please allow us the honor of fighting at your side!" And to all who approached, we cried: "Thank you, the honor is ours! Welcome! More blue tape!"

A grizzled knight of Calontir walked through our ranks, shaking our hands. He was an obvious veteran of many wars, but tears flowed freely from his eyes, as he shook our hands and told us how proud he was to belong to a Society who valued honor and chivalry so highly. "War points do not matter, this isn't about war points," he said, "it is about honor and chivalry. You have truly won this War."

Once again, we turned to face the Midrealm from our little hill. But now, beneath the banner of the Mountain Confederation, there stood an army that reached halfway across the battlefield. On the other side, the army of the Midrealm also covered only half the field. They had released their allies from their Pennsic XXVII war alliances, and allowed the marshals to even the sides. The Midrealm had had the final war point in their gauntlets, they could have crushed our Forlorn Hope with a couple of small units. But they had chosen instead the route of chivalry, honor, generosity and graciousness.

The marshals finished briefing us, the assembled and newly assembled armies awaited breathlessly. And with the roar of the cannon, the final official war point battle of Pennsic XXVII began. It was glorious, it was honorable and clean. It was some of the best fighting of the war. When it was over, the blue taped side was victorious.

Barn, the King of Ansteorra, was still on site to hear the news that his kingdom had won the final war point of Pennsic XXVII. As Ansteorra was still in alliance with the Eastern forces, Barn sent an envoy to HRM Timothy with the gift of the final war point. HRM Timothy graciously accepted.

The words I write are true. This saga is the story of a small band of warriors who stood alone as a Forlorn Hope against an army, and won. "Honor, not Honors" is the Mountain Confederation motto. Our colors are blue and gold. Our colors do not run.

This posting is not meant in any way to impugn the honor or question the reasons of HRM Timothy or the Eastern Army. It was just too good a tale to not be told.

Arden MacIlhatton
Warrior of the Mountain Confederation