War! What is it good for?

Absolutely everything! This weekend past was Scots/Welsch War, which is, essentially, the last large fighter practice for Gulf Wars. This started many moons ago by Llywelyn and Seosaidh, the Welsh vs the Scots, as a friendly "rivalry", and was an excuse to have a big practice/event. Those who didn't fit into one of the two categories, filled in as needs must. Well, this year was slightly different. In an effort to boost attendance, the King decided that it should be a war between the Prince and the Warlord. It was an Irish/Irish war. (No historical leap, that...) Both the Prince and the Warlord made huge efforts in recruiting fighters for their respective sides, and it showed, by the numbers of folks who attended.

What a fantastic weekend. There was plenty of fighting, and the company and companionship was truly wonderful. My fighting house, Cerberus (named after the multi-headed guardian beast of hell, as we have no true "leader", but many) showed up in great number, and was a force to be contended with. A comment was previously made that Cerberus was but a mere shadow of its former self, but we gave them pause, and cause to rethink that remark. We were *the* force to be reckoned with. The best part was hearing comments from "the other side". Several of them remarked that we just tore through them, every time. And it felt good. Very good.

The company could not have been better, and made my heart glad. The biggest shame was in leaving early, as the site was primitive (no cabins, strictly tenting) and the weather was turning unbearably cold. According to one who braved it out, it dipped into the 20's Saturday night. That's just too dang-blasted cold for me. I truly did not want to leave, but health and comfort had to take precedence.

All told, it was a wonderful weekend, and I still have a big grin on my face.