Upon arrival we were greeted by MarQ and his happy band of Roguely Scots (Jody, Jason, Chris, Dave, et al) and pretty ladies and there was much drinking and silliness and games of skill and chance (spin the bottle and "I Never"... good l_rd, we are all in high school again!) and I was presented with a special Squeak Toy, which I did use to intimidate and irritate the entire campsite for the rest of the weekend. At least I was easy to find after that!

Mike Bonk and Lady Tsunade and her cute cute hunk Papa cruised thru the grounds and I happened to catch sight of Bonk's garb and recognized him right off. I gave them the Squeak Toy treatment and much squirming and giggling ensued and then I was off to see Miz Suni and her lovely man Wynd at their site. Silly sleepy people!

Everyone eventually passed out and in true campground style, we were all up fairly early Sunday for more fun and merriment and 'Oops Crunchberry'(tm) games. Did you know that an ant can carry many many times it's own weight in Crunchberries? Well it can! Eek established herself as a goddess when she did in fact fetch me a Frappuccino (Editor's Note: Mandalyn's sig file for all her AFR correspondence always includes the line: "You may call me Czarina Mandalyn. Now run and fetch me a Frappuccino!"). It was a pleasant morning.

Eek and I made our way onto the grounds right at Noon and headed for Shadow of Time to meet up with Lettie and get the details on the Wench Walk and then over to see Greg and Eric at the Dark Rose Armory. Hugs and smooches all around and then off to see the sights, smell the smells and taste the treats at Hawkwood. We eventually ran into the Lovely Lady Ivy and Madam Danacia and met up over at the Shadow of Time again with all the Wenches to discuss the Walk to happen later that day.

Given the nature of the beast, the meeting was fairly disorganized and not a lot was achieved, but we sure had fun! It turns out that none of us know any of the songs real well, but we fake it pretty good!! The Walk started around 3pm and Eek, in her Ork ensemble acted as point with Mike Bonk, MarQ and Mr. Tsunade acting as our guards. We did cover a good amount of territory and wenched many a happy man and learned that Lettie wears some incredibly durable lipstick! One of our best 'hits' was a double play: the GM and President of Hawkwood! (heard on walkie talkie: "James, we need.." "Uh... I am kind of in the middle of something right now...")

We finished up at the Dark Rose (MAN THAT PLACE IS YELLOW!) Armoury and the finale was wenching our wonderful guards, and then Greg (co-owner of the Dark Rose) himself.

I then went to catch up with some of my Underhill cohorts who made it up for the day: Fergus, the Sheriff, and the Gypsy/Storie Family (those little girls are ALL knock-outs... look out, guys.) and I got to briefly meet Ed of SCRIBE fame. (Hi Ed!)

Somewhere about that time I managed to stab myself in the chest with my dagger ("It's only a flesh wound!") and received great admonishments from both Suni and Lettie for not fixing my sheath like I should have a few weeks ago. Oops.

The Clan M'Crack initiation was Sunday evening and so I saw several of my sisters become one with M'Crack.. er... (Hi Prude'n!) and as the grand finale for the initiation, the Clan M'Crack did show the crowd a Full Moon, as was appropriate to the whole spectacle.

Afterwards, the fun eventually moved back out to the campgrounds where there was WONDEROUS mead via Dark Rose Armory's Greg. YUMMMM! Ivy and Danacia and Suni showed up to chat and sip for a while. Jacob, the Hunka-Red-Headed-Man Scotsman turned up to play for a bit and did amaze and astound us all with his abilities with the Squeak Toy. Look, Ma: no hands!

I had a couple glasses of the mead and then passed flat out in my tent, so I have no idea as to the events thereabout!

Next morning lots of our happy campers were not so happy as they had to leave and go work (MarQ, what kind of job do you have where you have to WORK on Labour Day!?!?!) and so we struck the whole campsite, packed up and went in. Somewhere along the line I apparently tripped in a large invisible hole and twisted my knee up but good. (aside: I DID go this am to doc and he said it's ok. pthpthpth) So the rest of the day we decided to take it slow and shop and hobble around. The Wench Walk did not go as planned on Monday as I think we were all just TOO worn out from the weekend.

The renFair Stalker, aka Dana the photographer, was on-hand Monday doing his thing, and it turns out there was a birthday party for him over at the uh.. Glass etching place, of which I have forgotten the name. Anyway there was cake and punch and I did my very best Marilyn Monroe "Happy Birthday" as I could muster and he seemed pleased, which is a good thing. Must appease the photo g_ds or they will print unflattering portraits!

Ran into Bonk and Miss Tsunade where it was discovered that she is quite the ham! And Dana got lots of gorgeous shots of her, I am certain. Along about this time, Greg earned his Rogue stripes... um.. I'll let the pictures speak for that!

Exhausted, dusty, and in a variable of pain, Eek and I decided to start the long journey towards home. I am certain I have left TONS out!

Huge hugs, nibbles and kisses to Lettie, Suni, the Clan M'Crack [if I marry Thunder'n, can I be Storm'n?], Ivy, Greg, Eric, MarQ, Jody, James, John and John at the Adult pub and the cast of dozens others that helped make the mini-Austin invasion this last weekend Too Much Fun!

See you guys for the Real Invasion!

PS: MarQ, I have the little blue grill... it was left behind and looked so lonely in the field, I had to take it. :) Will make arrangements to get it back up there this weekend if needed.

Mandalyn aka Squeak
IWG #406
Luscious McHussy
Manevolent Ruler, Bean Counter and Great Chairman of All That Can Be Seen
"You may call me Czarina Mandalyn. Now run and fetch me a Frappuccino!"

Standard Disclaimer: These webpages are strictly an *Unofficial* look at the Hawkwood Medieval Fantasy Faire held near Fort Worth, Texas in 1998. The author of these pages is in no way, shape, manner or form connected with the Hawkwood Medieval Fantasy Faire, Past Times Productions and/or any of the sponsors associated with this event. All opinions expressed are strictly this author's own. Unless expressly noted otherwise, all photographs are copyright ©1998 by George Laking.

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