Baron Girard in Armor
After the devastating morning where I had to bury my favorite cat, Gandalf, I’m in debt to my Baronial Army for allowing me some martial therapy Sunday afternoon.
I’m so proud of them. We really were fighting by about 1:15, and everyone was warmed up and ready to go by the time 2:00 rolled around. We were able to work on some charging drills, talk about some goals for the army, and learn quite a bit. Thank you as well to Sir Falcone for taking a leadership roll on Sunday, as my mind wasn’t quite 100% in it. Twelve fighters doesn’t sound like a huge turnout for a Baronial Practice, but let me stress that this is the start. It was the first one we’ve had all year, and that number will only grow as Pennsic looms closer. That said, don’t underestimate what a dozen well trained and disciplined shiledmen can do.
We charged each other so well and so many times that my shield arm was sore. That doesn’t happen at Pennsic folks, so let that show that we’re training harder than we’ll fight. Ulrich also nailed my right hip quite well, right where the armor wasn’t, so the walk into work today was spent stretching that out and walking it off.
Great practice folks, I’ll see you all next month.
(Special thanks to Lady Zita for the picture.)
Its difficult to lose a beloved pet. You guys have my sympathies.
Looking forward, though: See you at Blackstone Raids, I hope.
-Clewin K
I don’t think we’re going to make Blackstone, this year – it’s a long trip. I do have it on the calendar for next year, though, as it does sound like a really fun time.