stories
Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2004 6:29 pm
Chirstopher MacDonald and his first Adversary
it was a beautiful day in north florida and Christopher has just finished his first kit of fugly armor. he borrowed a helm from a friend who is known in Mortal life is Charles the Great. it was on this day that he met his first adversary one who he struggled for months to over come but could still at any time drive him to the ground. was it the illustruious Charles the Great? No it was Goliath. an aptly named helm that weighed in at 35 pounds. this monstrosity of metal and bars was an heirloom of SCA ages past. Dents of all shapes and sizes marred its otherwise ghastly surface. the helm was so large in fact that when Christopher donned his martial arts head gear the cursed thing would still be loose on his head. Facing his opponent with a great sword he came high with an overhead blow. which to his dismay was blocked rather easily by his foe. dropping to his knees in a surprise move he managed to cut the legs out from under the far more skilled but slightly slower man. following in the ways of chivalry christopher also kept his knees and saluted his opponent and fought a fighter of greater strength on his knees. a few short seconds of furious blocking followed with Christopher leaning back to avoid an overhead blow that would have surley cloven his helm in two. hi struck with speed at the sword side of Charles the Great but it was at this hour that his greatest adversary asserted his self and drove our poor fighter to his back. the sword of Charles the great fell harmlessly, but uncomfortably close, between m'lord christopher's knees. Christopher's strike proved true and even though he fell back ward as he stuck he smote his opponent with sufficient force to the side of the helm....
it was a beautiful day in north florida and Christopher has just finished his first kit of fugly armor. he borrowed a helm from a friend who is known in Mortal life is Charles the Great. it was on this day that he met his first adversary one who he struggled for months to over come but could still at any time drive him to the ground. was it the illustruious Charles the Great? No it was Goliath. an aptly named helm that weighed in at 35 pounds. this monstrosity of metal and bars was an heirloom of SCA ages past. Dents of all shapes and sizes marred its otherwise ghastly surface. the helm was so large in fact that when Christopher donned his martial arts head gear the cursed thing would still be loose on his head. Facing his opponent with a great sword he came high with an overhead blow. which to his dismay was blocked rather easily by his foe. dropping to his knees in a surprise move he managed to cut the legs out from under the far more skilled but slightly slower man. following in the ways of chivalry christopher also kept his knees and saluted his opponent and fought a fighter of greater strength on his knees. a few short seconds of furious blocking followed with Christopher leaning back to avoid an overhead blow that would have surley cloven his helm in two. hi struck with speed at the sword side of Charles the Great but it was at this hour that his greatest adversary asserted his self and drove our poor fighter to his back. the sword of Charles the great fell harmlessly, but uncomfortably close, between m'lord christopher's knees. Christopher's strike proved true and even though he fell back ward as he stuck he smote his opponent with sufficient force to the side of the helm....