Celtic Fire 8 was a remarkable event. The weather was divine, high of 75, low of 60, and the rain gave us a rare Markland reprieve. Friday, found the site invaded early and often, with friends coming as far as the Pocono Mountains. The site allowed us to spread out, though most chose to camp out close to one another (possibly in fear of the electric fence).

The fighting on Saturday was varied and someone was heard to exclaim, “We have more scenarios than people!” Fighting started in the mountain pass, and the battle almost resembled paintball as people dived and ducked from barrier to barrier. The massive barriers were put to good use in multiple scenarios, until it was decided that they were just too heavy to move anymore.

Next we fought in the castle, and pitted fighters to ring the gong and make the peacocks scream. Yes, there were peacocks, and yes, they scream. Then we laid out some objective markers and fought all around the structure. After a good four hours of fighting it was decided that was enough.

Guest set out to do their own things, whether that was to peruse the merchant tents, or play Frisbee-hack, or take a wander to the nearby Symrna Diner (which is moving by the way, near to Rita’s and the Waffle House). As darkness fell, the sound of overworked bottle openers could soon be heard for miles. The Galatians held a ceremony and took two new Pledges, Equinus and Bellovesus. Later they played in the fire. A good time was had by all.

Galatia extends thanks to everyone who attended.

Highlights:
Castle Soccer
Battlefield legos
Cliffy upending Fritz, Fritz not losing consciousness.
Burning big things