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yakalskovich) wrote2009-09-27 05:23 pm
yakalskovich) wrote2009-09-27 05:23 pm
Maxlrain: - picture post!
When nazgulwears and I go to medieval events, we go for three things: a) to invest time and research in our costumes, make them, and wear them; b) to see the market stalls, eat, drink, and be merry, and perhaps buy some nice medieval things and c) see the show they put on.
We found Maxlrain 'the better middle ages' than the big event in Kaltenberg, beause it was less commercial, and there were lots more people in period costumes, period however counting as 500 to 1500, with some un-historical elves and undead on the side. Too many people wear black and dark red, too, if you take into account that there was no reliable black dye, and dark red (= purple) was costly in the middle ages. But it wasn't mostly mundanes come to gawk and see the show, and the market stalls were to the point, instead of selling cheap stuff for kiddies. They carry that too, but we could have found trim there, and I did find a sensible, working sahs just as I wanted.
Period clothing or not, I had decided that for a meadow in the countryside at the end of September, I needed sturdy shoes. Had anybody asked, I'd have said that for the Barbarian Migration, you need walking shoes. (It's a pun in German: 'Für die Völkerwanderung braucht man doch Wanderschuhe') But nobody asked.-
Portrait of the Nazgul as a Goth lady
Lucifer was as astonished as always at the weird things the humans were up to.
As was Mephi; and he looked weird himself while doing so. As always.
Me, ready to go and be Goth. The belt pouch, weighed down with money and key and cameraphone, does pull the belt out of whack; I remedied that later by adding the sahs on the other side.
The Nazgul's belt pouch is much more manageable and well-formed from sturdy leather.
Here I am shooting a recurve bow. I was amazed at how softly and smoothly they draw and shoot. Muh of the kinetic energy is in the contruction with a recurve, and most of the rest is in the way the bow gets strung before use. Once it is strung, it is easy. Comparatively. Unless one is a woman, AND uses one's silly opposing thumb on the bowstring, and gets that bruise inside the elbow, which is apparently rather typical. I shall wear it with pride...
The Nazgul, shooting. We both hit the white ring around the black dot in the middle as the best thing we got. One of my arrows went wide; otherwise, we did at least hit the target and the arrows stuck in it.
I can haz cherry beer! And a sahs!
I can haz torch. Apart from the stages and the arena, there was no electric lighting, so it was really pitch-black in places, and carrying a torch around the market helped a lot. Maxlrain being even more easterly than Munich, it was really definitely dark at half past seven.
Booths and stalls and balls of hey in the light of a setting autumn sun. Note how many of the visitors are in period costume!
After it grew dark, it was really dark. Only the light from the stalls or your own torch allowed you to see. There were lots of kids about -- see the little ghost hopping about in the foreground -- but they did not get on your nerves at all. They had straw fortresses which they were defending with great passion and not very much noise.
Look how spacious it all was, though. There were thousands of people about, but at no time did you get a crowded feeling of OMG imminent stampede.
The medieval market was in the grounds of a real castle; here you see one of the outbuildings in the background.
Booze! These are fruit wines for tasting and purchase. Mostly, people drank local beer from bottle -- Maxlrain is a brewery, first and foremost, and such events (there are more, in that venue, concerts and exhibitions and so on) serve to promote the beer. However, the cherry beer we liked so much isn't regularly sold in shops. Pity, that.
These glowy glass things weren't medieval at all, but very impressive.
One stall exhibited the skull of a slain dragon. In a cage. Just in case!
Clothing and jewellery stall the Nazgul took a picture of while I was buying a drinking horn at the stall next to it.
Along the path, one stall had set out its wares -- ominous substances in bottles, of obviously alcoholic nature -- on the ground.
This is not Mount Vesuvius at night, but one of the many large bonfires that were set up.
A typical stall with a tent roof and lanterns.
The bonfire we ended up at -- note the nice purplish glow in the middle! People sat around it on straw bales, talked, listened to the music being played at the stage nearby, and drank beer. Beside the Nazgul sat a bloke with little hair, a large dark green velvet cloak and a mostly empty bottle of ominous substance in his hand. He fell over at one point, but then, while we were pondering whether to prod him with the arrow the Nazgul had bought, he suddenly resurrected himself and bumbled off.
There were jousting knights, but they weren't the be-all, end-all of the event. On the contrary.
Their equivalent of the Black Knight, unfortunately blurry.
There were several of these blokes.
They rode their horses through burning fire, which is a great feat, as horses are mortally scared of fire. Lady Lena explained how you could see that the horses were scared nearly out of their wits: - but they trusted their riders just enough to not bolt, and do what they were asked to.
The pageant about the dark sides of the middle ages was a bit underwhelming.
There was another horse show just before midnight, with no jousting but lots of fire. Here you see the woman in charge of the burninating equipment.
The rest pictures the Nazgul took of that show are abstract variations on the colour red, but it was really impressive to watch.-
nazgulwears and I go to medieval events, we go for three things: a) to invest time and research in our costumes, make them, and wear them; b) to see the market stalls, eat, drink, and be merry, and perhaps buy some nice medieval things and c) see the show they put on.We found Maxlrain 'the better middle ages' than the big event in Kaltenberg, beause it was less commercial, and there were lots more people in period costumes, period however counting as 500 to 1500, with some un-historical elves and undead on the side. Too many people wear black and dark red, too, if you take into account that there was no reliable black dye, and dark red (= purple) was costly in the middle ages. But it wasn't mostly mundanes come to gawk and see the show, and the market stalls were to the point, instead of selling cheap stuff for kiddies. They carry that too, but we could have found trim there, and I did find a sensible, working sahs just as I wanted.
Period clothing or not, I had decided that for a meadow in the countryside at the end of September, I needed sturdy shoes. Had anybody asked, I'd have said that for the Barbarian Migration, you need walking shoes. (It's a pun in German: 'Für die Völkerwanderung braucht man doch Wanderschuhe') But nobody asked.-
Portrait of the Nazgul as a Goth lady
Lucifer was as astonished as always at the weird things the humans were up to.
As was Mephi; and he looked weird himself while doing so. As always.
Me, ready to go and be Goth. The belt pouch, weighed down with money and key and cameraphone, does pull the belt out of whack; I remedied that later by adding the sahs on the other side.
The Nazgul's belt pouch is much more manageable and well-formed from sturdy leather.
Here I am shooting a recurve bow. I was amazed at how softly and smoothly they draw and shoot. Muh of the kinetic energy is in the contruction with a recurve, and most of the rest is in the way the bow gets strung before use. Once it is strung, it is easy. Comparatively. Unless one is a woman, AND uses one's silly opposing thumb on the bowstring, and gets that bruise inside the elbow, which is apparently rather typical. I shall wear it with pride...
The Nazgul, shooting. We both hit the white ring around the black dot in the middle as the best thing we got. One of my arrows went wide; otherwise, we did at least hit the target and the arrows stuck in it.
I can haz cherry beer! And a sahs!
I can haz torch. Apart from the stages and the arena, there was no electric lighting, so it was really pitch-black in places, and carrying a torch around the market helped a lot. Maxlrain being even more easterly than Munich, it was really definitely dark at half past seven.
Booths and stalls and balls of hey in the light of a setting autumn sun. Note how many of the visitors are in period costume!
After it grew dark, it was really dark. Only the light from the stalls or your own torch allowed you to see. There were lots of kids about -- see the little ghost hopping about in the foreground -- but they did not get on your nerves at all. They had straw fortresses which they were defending with great passion and not very much noise.
Look how spacious it all was, though. There were thousands of people about, but at no time did you get a crowded feeling of OMG imminent stampede.
The medieval market was in the grounds of a real castle; here you see one of the outbuildings in the background.
Booze! These are fruit wines for tasting and purchase. Mostly, people drank local beer from bottle -- Maxlrain is a brewery, first and foremost, and such events (there are more, in that venue, concerts and exhibitions and so on) serve to promote the beer. However, the cherry beer we liked so much isn't regularly sold in shops. Pity, that.
These glowy glass things weren't medieval at all, but very impressive.
One stall exhibited the skull of a slain dragon. In a cage. Just in case!
Clothing and jewellery stall the Nazgul took a picture of while I was buying a drinking horn at the stall next to it.
Along the path, one stall had set out its wares -- ominous substances in bottles, of obviously alcoholic nature -- on the ground.
This is not Mount Vesuvius at night, but one of the many large bonfires that were set up.
A typical stall with a tent roof and lanterns.
The bonfire we ended up at -- note the nice purplish glow in the middle! People sat around it on straw bales, talked, listened to the music being played at the stage nearby, and drank beer. Beside the Nazgul sat a bloke with little hair, a large dark green velvet cloak and a mostly empty bottle of ominous substance in his hand. He fell over at one point, but then, while we were pondering whether to prod him with the arrow the Nazgul had bought, he suddenly resurrected himself and bumbled off.
There were jousting knights, but they weren't the be-all, end-all of the event. On the contrary.
Their equivalent of the Black Knight, unfortunately blurry.
There were several of these blokes.
They rode their horses through burning fire, which is a great feat, as horses are mortally scared of fire. Lady Lena explained how you could see that the horses were scared nearly out of their wits: - but they trusted their riders just enough to not bolt, and do what they were asked to.
The pageant about the dark sides of the middle ages was a bit underwhelming.
There was another horse show just before midnight, with no jousting but lots of fire. Here you see the woman in charge of the burninating equipment.
The rest pictures the Nazgul took of that show are abstract variations on the colour red, but it was really impressive to watch.-