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“There’s no question about it - he was always meant for greatness. People want to follow him.”

Can you say “medieval adventure time”? 

It’s the way she holds herself, the grace in her step and the way that everything she does is deliberate and perfect. Every action is elegant, and even when things do go wrong, there’s always a sense of serendipity - it’s clear that it could not have happened any other way. If being a princess truly is a way of life, a piece of your soul, then can someone take that away from you? 

They say that on the darkest nights she comes out of the forest. Cloaked in mystery with blood red hair and a crown of ash, she emerges from the shadows of the gnarled trees and walks towards the village. Is she an evil queen? A banshee? A witch they couldn’t burn? No one could say for certain, but on those nights the wind always blew colder and stray cats would yowl to the moonless sky.

Despite what some may claim, an exiled princess is still a princess. Nobility is not about the fleeting things: flaunted luxury, superficial loyalties… nobility is something more, found in the flawless poise of the leading class. It is an ability to hold one’s head high as well as maintain dignity and self-esteem regardless of circumstances.  

A detail shot of a viking style tunic, made from flax linen.

One of our most luxurious pieces, the “Beautiful Ginevra” dress. 

We’ve recently made it our mission to make necessary safety equipment for heavy SCA combat beautiful as well as functional. Just because something is safe doesn’t mean that it can’t enhance your overall aesthetic and make your garb better! Bar grill helmet attachments are breathable, have great visibility and protect users, but their hockey-mask like appearance can ruin the look of a good kit. 

These visors have been the object of everyone's desire at many events we've attended, and are just as safe as a traditional bar grill! 

Details on one of our most classic pieces, the King’s Guard articulated arm harness. Made by our craftsmen from etched stainless steel with brass edging. What’s amazing is that these photos are a few years old - we’ve since improved our technologies and they look even better now.

The Latin on the brass reads:  

Upper cannons: (Psalm 10:15) Contere ­brachi­um peccatoris et maligni (Break thou the arm of the wicked and the evil man) 

Elbows: (Psalm 59:14) Consume eos in furore, con­sume, et non erunt (Consume them in wrath, consume them, that they may not be) 

Even though it took her father, Thalia had never feared the coast. While the townsfolk warned her of scathing winds and ice fringed nights, she had always valued the peaceful silence she found in the dunes. On chilly evenings, when families huddled close and the streets were quiet with frost, Thalia would take her basket and woollen cloak and walk into the sand. She was no stranger to using the stars as a map, and found her sense of direction never failed her.

Some nights, she found lost travellers in the dunes and would guide them back to town lest the cold night engulf them. Other nights, she found etched metals and carved stones, or blue-black lilies thriving in the icy sand. She would put any treasures in her basket, take them home, and document them in her father’s diary. Even if she never found her him in her searches, she never came home disappointed. There were always new people to meet, and new things to discover, and new materials to experiment with.

No matter what pain the sands had caused, it was still a great source of joy. After all, even in the absence of her father, she was still the alchemist’s daughter.

He didn’t mind guarding the town at night. Daytime guard duty was always full of chatter and small talk, whereas he was the kind of man who preferred the quiet of night. He loved watching the stars slowly track across the sky, and watching at the end of his duty as the sun peeked over the hills and spread toward the town. His favourite part was the hour after sunrise: as he walked home the town would still be quiet, but would slowly awake and start humming with activity. Before things got too busy, though, he would be home, bathed, and ready to sleep until his next shift. It was a good life.

“We’ve been wandering for days.... will the desert ever end?”

She wanders the gardens day and night, picking only the most beautiful flowers to take back to her chambers.