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Pennsic XXIX, Rome and her glorious Legions have earned immortal renown.
For those of you who don't know, Pennsic is the greatest annual
medieval battle on the planet, boasting 3,000 plus combatants!
Anything else is a skirmish by comparison.
is truly epic. It is the Superbowl of medieval combat. Whether you're a
Roman enthusiast or a friend who wishes to fight with the Legions,
we'd welcome you to share our mighty destiny. Rome is not a temporary
phenomenon, we are eternal. And we'll be back for every Pennsic to
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fighters camping with Rome at Pennsic XXXVII will pay $50
camp dues to the Quaestor upon arrival at the war. Non-fighters pay $25. Children under 16 are
exempt. All Pennsic camping dues will be spent on Pennsic.
|EXCERPT FROM DOMINUS
"Pennsic is a nonstop, two-week party with over ten thousand people.
Plan on being there for the second week at least, that's when the battles
all happen. Pennsic sprawls over countless acres that will take you all of
a full week to explore. The parking lot itself is bigger than Ragnarok
was, covering a square miles of dusty cars. It will probably be over a
mile from your tent in camp, and you won't see your car for the whole
week. And you won't need it. Pennsic has a dozen fine, inexpensive
restaurants set up in pavilions right in the market place. The market
place is sprawling, about the size of the Ragnarok site last year. You
will get lost in it, among countless shops that sell clothing, armor,
jewelry, weapons, leather gear, camping supplies, books, weapons, anything
and everything an avid medievalist could possibly want. Every camp for
miles has a huge party every night, with dancing girls, wine, liquor,
kegs, and anything else you could hope for. There are two thousand
scantily clad medieval women worth looking at, and they've all been
drinking for days. You won't even need your car for anything the whole
time you're there. There are hay wagons that run back and forth all day
like a medieval bus service. Pennsic is the penultimate, it's the Disney
World of medieval combat."
"Rome wasn't built in a day, but
they took over in a week."
-Minimal of the Tuchux
DOMINUS, ON ROME'S PARTICIPATION
AT PENNSIC XXIX
There’s a moment from the Pennsic bridge battle that will live
forever with the two Legions who fielded that day. Rome stood as the
Tuchux vanguard, a position that made us recognizably among the elite
reserves. As elite shock troops, we were held in reserve until such time as
our side’s forces wavered on a bridge. As our forces wavered on the
middle bridge, Rome marched in the Tuchux vanguard up the field at double time. Cheers
sprung from a thousand throats, roaring their acclaim for us. Their cheers
were for us, the first Roman army to ever take the field at Pennsic. The
cheer went up and stayed up, and literally thousands roared for us as if
with a single voice so powerful that it shook the earth and sky. I am
hooked. Looking back at the ranks of Romans, I could say nothing, no
speeches or words of encouragement to my countrymen who stood beside me
ready to charge into the gaping throat of hell. I was charged with the
power of that unanimous assent of a thousand unified voices, cheering for
Rome. I looked around at my hard-bitten comrades, veterans of so very,
very many campaigns. I knew they needed no words from me. I knew they felt
as I did. I knew that every battle, every moment of combat, every time any
of us had ever swung a sword, had led up to that very moment. As we
charged into death and glory, I was shaking so giddily with adrenaline
that I almost wept for joy. I was home. I want to share that feeling with
all of you. I will never forget how that felt, and I will forever lust for
Friday, after the Pennsic XXIX field battle, Tobias and I could not
stop grinning like schoolboys on the first day of summer break. That was
one of the happiest days of my life. I saw my countrymen hip deep in the
terror of true war. In the most epic battle any of us will ever see, my
fellow Romans, almost three Legions of them, fought with an uncanny
competence. Pennsic could not have gone better. Tobias and I, Harn and
Gurrundi, everything we’d worked on and planned for and fought for these
many years came to fruition in that week. The SCA is full of little
Households our size. (Households are what they call units, and many don’t
even fight.) Pennsic is full of Households our size and bigger. But of
them all, we got noticed. We were the ones who made the real splash.
Everyone knew about ROME. We visited many camps Friday and Saturday
nights. People asked who we were and I would respond, "We’re
Rome." And hear, "Oh! You guys are the Romans fighting with the
Tuchux!" Everyone saw us or heard about us. I hope you understand the
significance of what we’ve done. I’m only beginning to really grasp
its full implications. On a battlefield of literally 3,000 combatants, 13
Romans stood out enough to get everyone talking about us. Next year there
will be 20 Romans. And a lot more alae, whether auxiliaries, provincials
or friends. This year we made a big splash. Next year we’ll be a tidal
wave. I have such gigantic dreams for us. For you! For Rome!
-Allaricus Xirinius Dominus, Imperator,
Commentaries 24, October 2000