Last weekend there was an orchid show at the Cox Arboretum, so John and I walked over to check it out.
The orchids in
John and I went to the Red Dragon event in Columbus last Saturday, marking the end of the active tournament season for the next couple of months.
We both did pretty well in the tournaments, and there were some fun (and seasonally appropriate scenarios) for melees, like the Zombie Apocalypse Scenario. (You can only kill the zombies with a blow to the head, and if they kill you, then you become a zombie as well.)
Probably the high point of the day for me was getting to fight the king. His majesty showed up at the rapier list to hold the field for a while and fence all interested parties. I actually lined up to fight him a couple of times, but kept getting called out to fight in the regular tournament. I ended up being his last bout of the day on the fencing list. I had watched him take a two-handed longsword out against a couple of previous opponents with particular interest, that being my favorite style, and it was more than obvious that his majesty had read some Liechtenauer and really knew what he was doing.
Cap’n Craidd (the current Midrelm rapier champion) made a comment about me being “the Destroyer” (thanks for the nickname, Max, now I have this reputation to uphold) to his majesty as we were getting ready to start the first pass. So I started out a little more aggressively then I might otherwise have done.
The king didn’t seem to mind. (The king actually seemed to be pretty pleased that I had set the bar high.) And since I had started it, the king was more then happy to dial up the physicality of our bouts a bit. I know that I had fun, and I am pretty sure that he had fun as well. Actually, I know that he had fun, since later in the afternoon he came by the rapier list again, to reiterate that he had enjoyed fencing with me, which was pretty awesome, and gave me a small token of his esteem. Hooray for making a good impression on the king.
I ended up slightly more bruised up then usual from Red Dragon, and am positive that a couple of the larger and more impressive ones were from my bouts with the king.
A week later, and I am still making sure that I wear at least 3/4 length sleeves when I leave the house. (Bruises mean that you had fun!) Give me another week, and I am sure that everything will have fully faded away.