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Quote from: Charlotte Rowan on July 16, 2008, 09:26:51 AMI think there was a similar story posted on the old forums in which a bunch of Scots had their swords stuck in the ground and were relaxing nearby... when a bunch of non-Rennie teenagers came by and tried to steal one?? And then the Scots all grabbed their swords and scared the bejeezus out of the hooligans. Anyone recall the exact details of that story?Oh lol that was me, I almost forgot about that. Let's see if I can remember the tale.....It was probably 15 years ago at Fresno's faire, maybe more. It was after hours in the evening and all the guilds were at their encampments, gathered around their fires eating, drinking, singing, dancing and all that. Now I have come to understand that some of you guys don’t have guilds at your faires, but it is common for guilds/actors in our area to stay at the faire after hours and then sleep in their encampments/shops. Many people who work at faire typically stay after hours for the fun and then camp on site.Well like the rest, the Scots were in front of their encampment sitting around the firepit. Many people at the time stored their blades/polearms stuck into the ground, usually in front of, or just to the side of the encampment (remember this was a while ago and rules were more relaxed). The faire itself was at a park on the edge of town as I recall, and it was mainly a grass field with some trees and the whole park was surrounded by a chain link fence.Being that this is in the Fresno area, there are some gangs/hoodlum kids in the general area (the kind with saggy pants and pocket knifes). Anyway, as the Scots were wining and dining, one or two of the punk kids hopped over the fence and began to sneak behind, and to the side of the encampment. Seeing the shiny blades stuck in the ground, one of them decided to steal it. Just as he began to pull the short sword from the ground, one of the Scots noticed and sprang from his seat - the rest of the clan immediately followed. Seeing this, the kid took the short sword and hopped over the fence and took off running.The next thing anyone saw was a kid running down the street, sword in hand, followed a couple of seconds later by a dozen or so Scots, armed to the teeth, screaming as loud as they could, chasing this punk down. As I hear it, they caught up to the kid, relieved him of weapon (peacefully), escorted him back to the security booth and gave him a 20 minute lecture while they waited for the cops to arrive (remember no cell phones back then). Those that were there said it was truly a hilarious sight to see the look on this kids face when he suddenly realized that he has pissed off many large folks in kilts who took their weapons serious and could probably wield it with surprising effectiveness. Lesson learned!
I think there was a similar story posted on the old forums in which a bunch of Scots had their swords stuck in the ground and were relaxing nearby... when a bunch of non-Rennie teenagers came by and tried to steal one?? And then the Scots all grabbed their swords and scared the bejeezus out of the hooligans. Anyone recall the exact details of that story?
Well, then perhaps you could share some of your dozen of stories with us! Those are always the most interesting.
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