In our main event of the year witch is the Southern Renaissance faire we portray
foreign troops sent to help train the armies of Queen Elizabeth. We are the
“foreigners“ We are there as a favor to their Monarch and are viewed with
suspicionand fear. So naturally we have as much fun as we can with it. We march
progress and once a day participate in a battle pageant with the English against the
Scots Guild. Although a Pageant it is we use real weapons and practice to make
sure that no one gets hurt.

We provide a loud, fun, flashy sometimes drunken maybe Dangerous but not really
presence that makes the rest of the ignorant, dirty, myopic English background seem
quite tame by comparison. After all given half a chance and with as heavily armed
as we are the few of us are pretty sure that we could overrun this foul, stinking
little cesspool of an island called England.

Being that this is not the only event we do we strive to bring this attitude to
every faire we visit.

With liberal application of Beer or Lambic and Schadenfreude (satisfaction or pleasure
felt at someone else's misfortune) we have a hell of a good time at any event we go to…