[dropcap3]W[/dropcap3]e were the originators of the mobile party at Pennsic. It was called “The Carouse Around the Lake” and the Tuchux were the first of many to complain about our noise (that annoying “Party Amoeba!” cry that you hear everywhere at Pennsic is just an inferior imitation). The Clan traveled as a 5-piece digeridoo band […]

[dropcap3]O[/dropcap3]n another occasion, combined members of the Clan, under the nom de spoof “Irik’s Entrepreneurs,” (along with some Fitzgeralds and other citizens of Settmour Swamp) became highwaymen for an evening. Baiting the trap with purportedly injured belly dancers, we lured successive groups of revelers into our bloody hands. Wearing black masks, we leapt from the […]

[dropcap3]F[/dropcap3]ounders of many fine traditions, we staged the first Pennsic cattle raid against our friends from Dal-Radia. Easily distracted by swordplay and boasting, the Dal-Radians were completely engaged and unsuspecting while drunken Bheithirians snuck into the rear of their encampment and stole the bright red, six foot penis from their totem bull. The Dal-Radians responded […]