Stick Jock in the Making

OK, I am finally doing it. The order for legs and arms and a new helm goes in tomorrow. Next week, it's off to the nearest leather supplier to get nice thick skin to boil and cover my own pasty white stuff in the form of armor. Then, something to protect my neck and my hands and then, there you have it, heavy-fighter me.

My knight gave me the necessary kick in the arse to finally get my gear together. My bank account agreed with him, as did my need for an escape from rapier combat for a little while since seeing who has been honored of late in that sport. I do enjoy my local people, but the love for the sport is fleeting at times. So, a new sport is needed to restore faith.

And, well, ya gotta have faith
faith faith...

night