My first picture was taken a few minutes after we got there. It is of my buddies Doc and Ke-She. Doc and Ke-She are both Saracens, and older Saracens at that. Doc came with his two boys Twilight and Kill Joy. Last year it was just the three of them. This year they brought more people from the Rising Winds Kingdom. Kill Joy and Twilight brought their girlfriends, and Doc brought his friends, Kato, Pops, Lisa and the family. I was excited to meet them and was also able to sit down and rest in the shade with them.
My second picture is Kato, McFadden, and Pops, talking and sitting around. It made me so pleased to be sitting with the other Saracens having not been a Saracen to begin with. I enjoyed it. We were sitting just off the main road across from Saracen camp. We were pissed off that the people kept driving through Saracen camp on the main road 15 miles per hour, kicking up dirt and rocks. We had smalls and little barbarians running all over and someone could’ve hit a kid. We kept fighting for them to slow the cars down. Thankfully we didn’t have anyone run over any smalls.
On Friday we had the great potato war, and the pub crawl. We had people cook little meals all day, to feed the pub crawl. Each camp had something alcoholic to contribute as well as a little meal. We Saracens had a pork dish with hominy and tomatoes; it was served with tortillas, black olives and cheese.
Before supper was served Friday night, it was about twilight, and Nightmare and I were sitting at the edge of Grendals camp talking. The field before us began to fill with fighters. Nightmare had passed me a shot of his Tea before I had thought of it, so the fighters taking the field really didn’t mean all that much to me. When the shot had taken affect and he had passed me another he took my arm and said “Look the field is all red and black.” I looked and in all of my years at Amtgard I had never seen a field of red and black, a field full of Saracens fighting together, practicing together. It was incredible for me to see, it restored my faith that when faced with sadness or an obstacle of any sort, it was a powerful and awe inspiring sight.
On Saturday I was wearing my Pixie costume and as a pixie and having been sunburned the day before I couldn’t be in the sun. So, I took a 12-pack of water and, determined not to get sunburned any further, sat in the shade, watching the Potato War.
The War was started 20 years ago and celebrates the twentieth anniversary of the Celestial Kingdoms independence. In Spring War I, the Kingdom of the Burning Lands invaded the Celestial Kingdom, and the Duchy of Dragonspine (then a vassal of the Burning Lands) dispatched its levies to aid the crown. Dragonspine’s armies were tasked with fighting those of the Duchy of the Midnight Sun – King M’Deth of the Burning Lands had promised to grant the Celestial Kingdom independence if they prevailed.
As the eight-hour reenactment of the Potato War I got pictures of people who had gotten injured and could not fight. I had also gotten pictures of the people remembering those gone and those who had fallen. After the Great War, we sat in the Saracen circle and screamed in excitement and pain from the loss of the reenactment. We cried for the leaders we had lost in the last twenty years. We howled and raised cheers at the good we had done.
At the end of the night, after feast, we said our good byes to our Rising Winds brothers and we listened to our King tell us the results of the war, as well as the results of the Kingdom funds. We were excited to watch the magic show and drink till our hearts content.
Spring war was a trip and Death is sun bleached, if you believe that. I had a blast and can’t wait until the next event.