North_Ranger
Staff member
Wanna see more? ^^Medieval Market looks like fun.
Wanna see more? ^^[/QUOTE]Medieval Market looks like fun.
you should never answer "yes" when North_Ranger asks you that...
EDIT:
NOOOOOO! Too late! The depantsing will start briefly! Take cover!
oh god, that fucking story. That cover of the first one with the huge family of puppets all sitting and looking at you was kind of fucked up.
Cajungal
Staff member
Wanna see more? ^^[/QUOTE]Medieval Market looks like fun.
you should never answer "yes" when North_Ranger asks you that...
EDIT:
NOOOOOO! Too late! The depantsing will start briefly! Take cover![/QUOTE]
:laugh:
Really, though, I'm the guest who doesn't get bored with people's photo albums and home videos. Give me a beer and a comfortable chair and I'll listen to your stories for hours.
oh god, that fucking story. That cover of the first one with the huge family of puppets all sitting and looking at you was kind of fucked up.[/QUOTE]
My friends and extended family would always make fun of me for hating that book and Childs Play.
Although, I got over the Childs Play fear. I actually find Bride of Chucky and Son of Chucky to be kinda funny.
That Goosebumps thing though? Still can't go near it.
North_Ranger
Staff member
The lady demandeth, what choice have I but to comply?
Though at first she questions his sincerity, it seems that Maaria Eeriksdaughter now welcomes the courting of Henrik Kaukomieli.
"Give a kiss on his lips, the lips of thine groom..."
Meanwhile, butcher Andreas and Albert Adamsson have begun their own games of marriage: the butcher has three sons, the merchant three daughters. Such a possibility should not be missed.
Sons and daughters lined up...
...and fathers shaking hands to seal the deal.
The women in the butcher's family have other ideas, though: they believe they have found a better match in the carpenter's daughters from Raisio.
Andreas, however, is not so convinced.
"Are you saying you were matchmaking behind my back, you wide-arsed old hag?!", he demands from his mother-in-law.
The butcher's wrath is close to breaking into violence: fed up with his mother-in-law, he's ready to drown her in the river, even if it means breaking the market peace. It is Kerttu, however, who reminds her husband of one crucial fact: the merchant can't provide the necessary dowries because he's heavily in debt, including to the butcher himself. The carpenter can provide the much-needed coin and goods.
When the butcher turns to Albert to demand that he first pay his debts before the marriages can take place, the haughty merchant takes offence and begins ridiculing the butcher's wares: that his pork is lean and dry, that there's more flour than meat in his sausages...
...but worst of all, he dares insult the butcher's syltty, a dish of meat and intestines. This the butcher won't tolerate.
"Hear me well, Albert!", yells the butcher. "You can insult my pork, spit on my sausages, you can even call my wife a repeatedly-trod trollop, but nobody, not even God in heaven, insults my syltty! This deal is over!"
For the castellan's guard, such quarrels among burghers mean little. Their task is to keep the peace, and this isn't the first time when the easily-angered butcher is defending his wares.
A different kind of storm is brewing in the inn: the lieutenant castellan has set his lusty eye on the innkeeper's daughter, and he manages to talk the innkeeper into giving his blessing for such a union.
After learning about this new development, Henrik Kaukomieli rushes to challenge the lieutenant castellan. But alas, the brave sailor is no match to the old warrior, and Kaukomieli is dragged back to the inn, bleeding to death. Seeing her love in such a state, Maaria evokes the old faith, calling upon the very blood in Kaukomieli's veins to freeze.*
Miraculously, Kaukomieli recovers and sits up. And in the right time, too: they learn from the innkeeper that the lieutenant castellan has been caught stealing from the king's taxes, and as a result he is to be tried at the next court gathering. The innkeeper can thus allow the two lovers to wed, Kaukomieli settling down in Turku.
A great deal of other things also take place: hoping to ward off the "black death", the plague that has caught Novgorod, the townspeople devise a ceremony, shunning and driving off a symbol of the plague together.
And what is a market without trade? Here we see the butcher and his wife studying the wares of a potter, even the finer things. Perhaps the butcher needs to placate his wife after the last time he crawled into bed stinking of mead and vomit...
Christmas must be early this year, as Hampus takes a bath. But in the end, it's all for the better: it is a hot day, and Hampus still reeks from the previous night's carousing.
At the healer's house a battle of wits is going on: following the mysterious death of the town healer - he fell into the well - the healer's widow Valpuri and the healer's apprentice Olli, called 'Clever' despite being a bit slow in the head, are locked in a tug-of-war as they try to figure out who now wears the pants in the family.
The market also brings people of different status together: even when the domina of the castle seeks him out to order sausages and syltty, it's the butcher who bends his neck before the nobles. If he wishes to keep his head on his shoulders, that is...
And it's not just the nobles one must be mindful of, it's the foreign folks as well. Here the butcher is trying to ingratiate himself to a man he believes to be a peddler from one of the Hanseatic trade cities of Germany.
And despite the strangers not understanding the Österländer dialect of the butcher and the butcher not understanding the "odd German" the strangers speak, friendships are forged.
And while others join the hustle and bustle, others believe in watching and listening, as demonstrated by Sofia Iisaksdaughter, an orphan from the archipelago.
It's best for the children to stay out of the way sometimes: the little maids of the inn enjoying a quiet moment in the hay.
For some, the work never ends: Ilma, the widow of innkeeper Eerik's brother from the eastern borderlands, has had no choice but to become an elderly maid at her brother-in-law's inn. At least she knows an enchantment or two of the old faith...
Overlooking everything is the steeple of the Cathedral, its heavy bells marking the passage of time. The time will come for Jöns Knutsson as well...
But despite the fears and worries and prospects of war, one must still remember to enjoy the little things: a tankard of mead...
...or two...
...shared with tales and laughter...
... and a song to go with it all. "Beer and wine, mead so fine, the inn's the place for us to dine, bring all you've got, I ain't a picky eater!"
It's over again. See you next year!
*In pre-Christian Finnish tradition it was believed that with the right words and spells one could perform miracles. Usually in the form of poetic spells and enchantments, it was believed that spoken word had such power, whether enticing the Lord of the Woods to grant good hunting, or telling blood to stop bleeding.
Though at first she questions his sincerity, it seems that Maaria Eeriksdaughter now welcomes the courting of Henrik Kaukomieli.
"Give a kiss on his lips, the lips of thine groom..."
Meanwhile, butcher Andreas and Albert Adamsson have begun their own games of marriage: the butcher has three sons, the merchant three daughters. Such a possibility should not be missed.
Sons and daughters lined up...
...and fathers shaking hands to seal the deal.
The women in the butcher's family have other ideas, though: they believe they have found a better match in the carpenter's daughters from Raisio.
Andreas, however, is not so convinced.
"Are you saying you were matchmaking behind my back, you wide-arsed old hag?!", he demands from his mother-in-law.
The butcher's wrath is close to breaking into violence: fed up with his mother-in-law, he's ready to drown her in the river, even if it means breaking the market peace. It is Kerttu, however, who reminds her husband of one crucial fact: the merchant can't provide the necessary dowries because he's heavily in debt, including to the butcher himself. The carpenter can provide the much-needed coin and goods.
When the butcher turns to Albert to demand that he first pay his debts before the marriages can take place, the haughty merchant takes offence and begins ridiculing the butcher's wares: that his pork is lean and dry, that there's more flour than meat in his sausages...
...but worst of all, he dares insult the butcher's syltty, a dish of meat and intestines. This the butcher won't tolerate.
"Hear me well, Albert!", yells the butcher. "You can insult my pork, spit on my sausages, you can even call my wife a repeatedly-trod trollop, but nobody, not even God in heaven, insults my syltty! This deal is over!"
For the castellan's guard, such quarrels among burghers mean little. Their task is to keep the peace, and this isn't the first time when the easily-angered butcher is defending his wares.
A different kind of storm is brewing in the inn: the lieutenant castellan has set his lusty eye on the innkeeper's daughter, and he manages to talk the innkeeper into giving his blessing for such a union.
After learning about this new development, Henrik Kaukomieli rushes to challenge the lieutenant castellan. But alas, the brave sailor is no match to the old warrior, and Kaukomieli is dragged back to the inn, bleeding to death. Seeing her love in such a state, Maaria evokes the old faith, calling upon the very blood in Kaukomieli's veins to freeze.*
Miraculously, Kaukomieli recovers and sits up. And in the right time, too: they learn from the innkeeper that the lieutenant castellan has been caught stealing from the king's taxes, and as a result he is to be tried at the next court gathering. The innkeeper can thus allow the two lovers to wed, Kaukomieli settling down in Turku.
A great deal of other things also take place: hoping to ward off the "black death", the plague that has caught Novgorod, the townspeople devise a ceremony, shunning and driving off a symbol of the plague together.
And what is a market without trade? Here we see the butcher and his wife studying the wares of a potter, even the finer things. Perhaps the butcher needs to placate his wife after the last time he crawled into bed stinking of mead and vomit...
Christmas must be early this year, as Hampus takes a bath. But in the end, it's all for the better: it is a hot day, and Hampus still reeks from the previous night's carousing.
At the healer's house a battle of wits is going on: following the mysterious death of the town healer - he fell into the well - the healer's widow Valpuri and the healer's apprentice Olli, called 'Clever' despite being a bit slow in the head, are locked in a tug-of-war as they try to figure out who now wears the pants in the family.
The market also brings people of different status together: even when the domina of the castle seeks him out to order sausages and syltty, it's the butcher who bends his neck before the nobles. If he wishes to keep his head on his shoulders, that is...
And it's not just the nobles one must be mindful of, it's the foreign folks as well. Here the butcher is trying to ingratiate himself to a man he believes to be a peddler from one of the Hanseatic trade cities of Germany.
And despite the strangers not understanding the Österländer dialect of the butcher and the butcher not understanding the "odd German" the strangers speak, friendships are forged.
And while others join the hustle and bustle, others believe in watching and listening, as demonstrated by Sofia Iisaksdaughter, an orphan from the archipelago.
It's best for the children to stay out of the way sometimes: the little maids of the inn enjoying a quiet moment in the hay.
For some, the work never ends: Ilma, the widow of innkeeper Eerik's brother from the eastern borderlands, has had no choice but to become an elderly maid at her brother-in-law's inn. At least she knows an enchantment or two of the old faith...
Overlooking everything is the steeple of the Cathedral, its heavy bells marking the passage of time. The time will come for Jöns Knutsson as well...
But despite the fears and worries and prospects of war, one must still remember to enjoy the little things: a tankard of mead...
...or two...
...shared with tales and laughter...
... and a song to go with it all. "Beer and wine, mead so fine, the inn's the place for us to dine, bring all you've got, I ain't a picky eater!"
It's over again. See you next year!
*In pre-Christian Finnish tradition it was believed that with the right words and spells one could perform miracles. Usually in the form of poetic spells and enchantments, it was believed that spoken word had such power, whether enticing the Lord of the Woods to grant good hunting, or telling blood to stop bleeding.
North_Ranger
Staff member
Just thought they might add a nice touch to the whole deal. Y'know, a little story and not just people in silly clothes.
I was tempted to make some silly comments, though... like the one with the steeple and Knutsson looking at the camera: "Come to Turku or I KILL YOU!". Or the one with yours truly raging in-character, with laz0r eyes or something
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Wasabi Poptart
Great pictures, NR. Looks like a fine time. I'd love to go to a ren faire or reenactment sometime.
I have to admit I would have barely seen the pictures without a story. But I loved them with explanatory texts!
North_Ranger
Staff member
Awww, shucks, you're making me blush, y'all. :wub:
North_Ranger
Staff member
Dave
Staff member
Oh my GOD! I figured out what happened in this thread!
Puppet High from MikeyLikesYou, Michael Naughton, andrew friedman, kevinstewart, ThoseLilRabbitsFOD, FOD Team, and thoselilrabbits - Video
Puppet High from MikeyLikesYou, Michael Naughton, andrew friedman, kevinstewart, ThoseLilRabbitsFOD, FOD Team, and thoselilrabbits - Video
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Element 117
Well, I mean, Morphine is kinda creepy. Supermodel caliber woman is Calleja's best friend, isn't fending off thousands of guys per minute, and has time to post here?
She must be Satan.
She must be Satan.
Chandler?
Dave
Staff member
Chandler?[/QUOTE]
Gunther in a surprise upset.[/QUOTE]
Marcel.
wow. Believe me I am in NO WAY "supermodel" caliber. but thanks for the compliment =)
Chandler?[/QUOTE]
You got it n_n
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Element 117
I'm calling you a creepy supermodel. That's not a compliment.
I'm calling you a creepy supermodel. That's not a compliment.[/QUOTE]
Yes it is u_u
Period.
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Element 117
I'm calling you a creepy supermodel. That's not a compliment.[/QUOTE]
Yes it is u_u
Period.[/QUOTE]
That, in itself, is kinda creepy.
Thank you, thank you. *Blushes*I'd wine and dine you.