Tuesday, July 19, 2011

If the helm doesn't fit...

The local SCA people were at the Skagit Valley Highland Games a couple weeks ago. While I was in their tents I heard this story about why it's important to wear a properly fitting helmet.

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A guy, we'll call him Thom, showed up for an SCA war, but had forgotten his helmet. Fortunately he was able to borrow a helmet that fit him nicely!

Well, ok, so it didn't fit him quite so nicely. It fit him a tad loosely. To be completely honest, it kept twisting on his head just a little bit at a time so that he had to keep righting it.

But no matter. It worked.

Or that's what he told himself.

Thom was running from one end of the field to the other at one point, and the helmet moved just enough that he was able to glimpse something out of the corner of his vision. He decided it was an enemy, and so WHACK!!! He hit it with his practice sword.

...when a referee came to stand over where Thom, who was now lying on the ground, this is what the ref told him: "I have good news and bad news. You're dead. The good news is that the tree is also dead."

4 comments:

Debra She Who Seeks said...

Bet he was known as Thom Treeslayer after that!

Sarita Rucker said...

Probably!

Keegan Kimbrough said...

That was my dad! He's called Stevyn Treeslayer and is part of the Barony of Dragonslaire in the Kingdom of An Tir!

It's actually a very long story about how he was a navy transfer up north with no armor because he didn't know that the SCA excited outside of California and a little of Arizona, so the fighters took pity on him and lent him scrap armor of various sizes and colors, dubbing him the raggedy Anne of armor.

The night of the war he got really super drunk off of an old drink called Amnesia, and when the fighting stated, he rushed down the hill, yelling at the top of his lungs, helmet ka-chunking to the side, so he would slam his head with his shield to right it.

Right before he finally lost his sight after a while, he saw a figure coming towards him. The only figures going the other way we're enemies, so right after his helmet went dark, he dropped to his knee, shield up, and slammed his sword out in a perfect swing... Followed quickly by a vibrating tingling sensation running up his arm and out through his body. He came to laying on the ground staring at the sky, and three marshals came up and discussed over him how he had hit it first, but yes, it had laid him out. But he had dealt a killing blow, but yes, it laid him out. After a while, they announced it was a double kill.
for while that tree may have lain him out, he had dealt the killing blow.

And that's how he got the name! It's been a viral story since, apparently on the internet somewhere since the early 2000's, and he accepted the title and story as his own glory.

Whatever watered down version you got doesn't compare to what really happened! You can even ask the older folk of Dragonslaire if it's true, a past ruler of the Barony, Lady Brigide and her husband will remember, we're family friends! (I can't remember titles or spelling right now oops! It's late.)

Sarita Rucker said...

Oh my gosh, that's AWESOME, thanks for sharing. :D Yes I definitely got a watered down version of the story.