 | The Bronx Elf, myself and the Lady Dawntreader at VARF during the 1998 season. |
 | Another shot of my two favorite ladies - The infamous Bronx Elf (who provided the photo) and Dawntreader at VARF '98. |
 | Here's a great shot of the alt.faire.renaissance newsgroupies at The Virginia Renaissance Faire '98 (photo by Bronxelf) |
 | Quite the bunch of otters: Keltik (and beau), myself, The Emerald Dragon, Patricia and Kalani pose for a quick picture. |
 | The Emerald Dragon and Pyrate Peg share a laugh - what's so funny? The rabbit ears I'm doing behind Peg's back [grin] (photo by Greyfox) |
 | The Goddess of Mead, Vicki stands ready for all comers and is armed with the infamous MeadMaster 2000! |
 | Cleopatra who? We've got our own belly-dancers that would have made Mark Anthony dump that Egyptian chica... |
 | What's this? Rogues all in a row: Troy, The Emerald Dragon, myself, Craig, Tiger and Steve. |
 | Here's a shot of Tiger up to something - although, he's always up to something, so your guess is as good as mine about what he's plotting. |
 | One third of the "Drunken Scots" - Geoff is caught holding the bag. (photo by Greyfox) |
 | The greatest of all barmaids and a flirt to boot! Sharon has seen me sober, drunk, passed out and hung-over and still thinks I'm cute. [shrug] |
 | One of the biggest flirts and MDRF and I'm priviledged to call her my friend...heeeere's Lissa! (photo by Greyfox) |
 | Here's the best squire any knight could ever hope to employ. He goes by the name of Soltoro di Toscanni and can usually be found in the company of the Freelancers. |
 | Here's my nephew, Brandon, after being knighted. His Majesty's comment after he found out who he was? "Oh no, you mean that I created another one...?" |
 | MDRF is truly a family affaire...Here's a shot of Chris presenting Lady Cecilia at faire for the first time. |
 |  | I've heard of drinking yourself blind, but don't you think Randy's gone a little too far this time? Thank God Siobhan, his girlfriend, is there to hold him up. |
 |  | Who says men have all the fun? The Lady Dawntreader is quite a mischief-maker; and here's the proof! Kilt check, anyone? |
 |  | Yes, it's me, the Davey Jones look-alike, caught plotting with Tommy and shown with the hard-won battle-scars of a wench-walk (photos by Greyfox) |
 |  | Of all of the wonderful people I've met at faire over the years, Kalani is certainly one of my favorite. And yes, this is his "woody" |
 |  | Anyone who's spent any time at the taverns should recognize these two: In between breaking hearts, Kathy and Chris pull taps at the Dragon Inn. |
 |  | Oh captain, my captain! Captain Fletcher Moon strikes the bell during the closing pub sing. |
 |  | Cheryl's been a great friend for many long years and is the little sister I never had. She'll break your hearts, guys...unless I break your neck first. |
 |  | Speaking of family, here's a few shots of my "big brother," the infamous god of backscratching, The Emerald Dragon. See, flirting runs in the family :) |
 |  | Remember that guy who was always clowning around in high school? Well..he's grown up, changed his name to Hemloche and is still goofing off |
 |  | Devil or Angel? Columbina (or Goddess of Love to all you otters) and her alter-ego, Stupina are always ready to entertain...both in their own way. |
 |  | Awww...ain't she cute? She's the one and only Pyrate Peg Reilly. |
 |  | Allright...so not all children were meant to be eaten. Granted, Pyrate Katie isn't really a child - more like a tiny rennie. |
 |  | Our dear f[r]iend, Master Jack Rackam, attempts to keep Marie and The Lady Dawntreader warm on a chilly autumn morning . |
 |  | Cardinal Sinnius Vice awaits the next...err...confession. |
 |  | He's wild, he's cool and he's occasionally single. Greyfox, the original Drunken Scot, takes time away from flirting long enough for a few pictures. |
 |  | Gee Julia...why do I have so many pictures of you with cider in your hand? Children, take note: the picture on the right is after waaay too many! |
 |  | The always adorable Tink captures the camera's eye (and many a roving rogue's heart) during the invasion at Maryland. |
 |  | The 1998 Maryland Invasion introduced me to these two scoundrels: Firebow and Eric the Poof. Beware thy neck when these two are about... |
 |  | Whoa...put a bunch of gorgeous girls together at the faire and you get a lot of love-struck men. The infamous Wench Walk strikes again! |
 |  | The light of my life and keeper of my heart, My Lady Dawntreader |
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 |  | The Lady Dawntreader and myself enjoy the faire as only we can. |
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