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A love story

Nikolas — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 18:56:04 GMT

Come ye kind gentiles, The time is nigh To attend my tale Of days gone by ‘bout a Christian girl and a Pagan boy named Maria Claire and Angus McCoy Maria was born of royal good blood And her hand was pledged To Baron von Rudd But fate played a trick, Cruel as can be For she longed for another Angus was he They had met on the moor And fallen in love The blue painted boy And the Christian dove They would meet in the wood And on the moor On verdant heath And rocky shore And all the while The day drew near When the wedding day Was almost here The morning came On the day to be wed But when they called for the bride They found a note instead “I have run away, to be with my love, I shall never return By the lord up above” Sore wroth was the Baron When the letter he read He vowed there and then To have Angus’ head They scoured the moor, The wood, and the heath, they searched the shore and the caverns beneath There they found the young lovers Cold and alone They were put into chains And brought to the throne “please, my lord baron, have mercy” said she “I will marry you still, If Angus you free” “Marry me still?” Said the baron with glee “The maiden awaits in the dungeon for thee” “And as for Angus your love, his head I will hack, but not 'till I see him break on the rack” And so die they both did, And in horrible ways And Baron Von Rudd Let them linger for days So remember these words That you have been told Happy endings are for those Who have all the gold.

Wanna fight?

Nikolas — Tue, 15 Jan 2008 00:54:52 GMT

I'm just getting into heavy combat and I'm looking for some local fighters to train with so I don't look like a total asshole when I get to Pennsic. Any help here is appreciated. With gas prices being what they are, I'd like to stay in Mercer, Crawford, or Butler counties, or Trumbull county in Ohio.

Snark attack!

Nikolas — Thu, 04 Oct 2007 01:32:39 GMT

I joined a Yahoo group called Medieval Encampments and responded to a question about "goulash" that had been posted by another member . I mentioned that real Hungarian goulash was different than what you usually find in these parts. I added that it would have paprika and potatoes as ingredients. Whoops! The "Period Police" swooped in to inform my ignorant and uninformed ass that potatoes and peppers are NOT period, and that "traditional recipes" depend on which "tradition" you follow and blah blah blah. It was enough to make me want to withdraw from the group, except for the fact that there is good information to be had there. I guess some people have nothing better to do. Whatever.

Pennsic

Nikolas — Tue, 02 Oct 2007 21:21:46 GMT

I had to do something today to cheer myself up, so I started planning the menu for next War (I just took over duties as camp chef). It actually improved my mood quite a bit to think about going back to Pennsic, and it will give me the chance to try making corn bread in a dutch oven.

Well, enough of that.....

Nikolas — Fri, 28 Sep 2007 17:42:17 GMT

I am back from my doom-and-gloom mood, so don't send for the straight jacket just yet. After all, it's the weekend, and being miserable on your day off means the terrorists win. P.S. The banana is for D'ner :-)

On second thought.....

Nikolas — Fri, 28 Sep 2007 14:01:45 GMT

Maybe life's not so bad.

A Rotten Little Poem

Nikolas — Fri, 28 Sep 2007 13:42:50 GMT

With promise life begins Childhood dreams without limit Immortal adolescence with no end in sight Maturity brings reality to view, first faint growing sharper in time creeping realizations, painful revelations epiphany, regrets, bitterness promise fades life ends

What the hell!

Nikolas — Tue, 25 Sep 2007 21:17:10 GMT

Sometimes it's hard to drag myself out of bed in the morning. I have this feeling of impending doom, like the sword of Damoclese hanging over my head. I watch the events happening around the world, and I see a bleak future for my boys. I see this country collapsing into a rotting hulk that feeds upon itself until there's nothing left to feed on. I feel helpless to stop the gangrene that has infected every aspect of society, and that all there is left to do is watch the necrosis spread. I hate feeling helpless most of all, but I also hate the thought of doing something just for the sake of keeping busy. I feel like the time may come when something has to be done, and I don't want to have already gone off half-cocked and have nothing left when it really matters. Well, who needs sleep anyway?