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The Clan Grows
[dropcap3]T[/dropcap3]he Clan grew slowly, and currently boasts more than forty-five members. Although the Clan has grown and changed over the course of time, it has held fast to the principle credo: No Bullshit. This translates to no politics, no ego problems, no squabbling, and we take care of our own. We have had many members […]
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The Formation of The Clan
[dropcap3]I[/dropcap3]n September of 1984, the stars aligned and a great plague was visited upon the lands of the Barony of Settmour Swamp (Kingdom of the East). They reeked of beer, they called it Bheithir, and it was good. In March of 1985, The Clan was granted its charter by Baron Irik Rodbjörn, and swore loyalty […]
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Lynchburg Lemonade Recipe
[dropcap3]T[/dropcap3]his drink was made famous by House brother Aonghus MacIrik, who decreed that it should only be made in large quantities and shared communally (don’t worry about germs, they’d never survive). We have been known to take large quantities on our carouses around Pennsic. Unfortunately, due to the popularity of this drink and to the […]
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Carousing Around the Lake
[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 […]
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The Highwaymen
[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 […]
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Cattle Raiding
[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 […]