Melee Day

I’ve read a fair amount of Sword & Sorcery fiction and played a little Dungeons & Dragons but my medieval role-playing never made it beyond washing down a turkey leg with mead at the local Renaissance Festival. On Saturday I was a slightly out-of-place spectator where some sword-related role-playing was happening with people who take it very seriously and have the bruises to prove it. This weekend Cincinnati Siege 2024, “The biggest armored combat event in Ohio”, is taking place in nearby Mount Orab under the auspices of the Cincinnati Barbarians.

It is a two-day event which means it is half over. 1-on-1 duels are happening today. I attended 5-on-5 melees yesterday. I arrived just a few minutes after the 10:00 AM opening time and found a meeting in process. Most of the participants were wearing yellow shirts which I later learned identified the event marshalls so I imagine they were going over rules and procedures. I can’t say for sure that they put extra emphasis on the “No Stabbing” thing but it seems like a good idea.

The first combat was scheduled for 10:30 and would actually start a few minutes after that. I used some of the time to look over the small merchandise area.

When I returned to the arena, metal-clad fighters were gathering and it wasn’t too long before the first of them began entering the wood-fenced field of combat.

And in short order, contestants were merrily clashing, bashing, and slashing — but not stabbing — each other in groups of ten.

Combatants are not allowed to rise once they have fallen and toppling opponents is the single goal of of every contestant. Sometimes that is accomplished by sheer strength, sometimes by a well-placed blow from a blunt but heavy weapon, and sometimes by simply crashing into them. The run-and-crash technique was often effective if the target was caught off guard but, if not, a runner’s momentum could easily be used against them.

Teams included unarmored members who carried extra weapons, supplied water, attached and adjusted armor, and just generally handled all the tasks that people encased in steel plates and chain mail can not do.

There was a cease-fire for lunch with music provided by Toxic Nobility from Dayton, Ohio. I had been looking forward to some relaxing and period-appropriate Gregorian chants but that was not to be. I have a hunch you can guess what style of music these guys performed. They were pretty good at it as far as I could tell.

The smashing and bashing, of course, resumed in the afternoon. Event advertising said that there were eighteen teams competing and I read somewhere that the teams fighting their initial bouts in the afternoon were not the same as those appearing in the morning. I believe that but can not verify it as I could understand very few of the PA announcements and could identify very few of the teams.

Eventually, the top teams from the morning session reappeared to compete with the top afternoon teams. I did not understand the overall tournament structure and standings but I didn’t know anyone so just rooted for everyone. One of the few things I did know was that each contest was “best of three” and in the afternoon I verified my guess that a round was ruled a draw if the last members of both teams fell over at the same time. This was not uncommon since falling warriors frequently took an enemy or two down with them. I also learned that a battle ended when a single member of one team remained against three or more of the opposing team.

There were no real injuries as far as I know but there were a few times when a fallen fighter was slow to get up. Medics were called in a couple of times but in all the cases I was aware of the player eventually stood up and walked away.

Things got even more serious in the final rounds and there were a couple of protested calls. Of course, I have no idea what they involved since I didn’t understand the rule, the violation, or the call or the lack thereof. In at least one instance, the protest was resolved by viewing a smartphone video taken by an unarmored member or friend of one of the teams.

In the end, all protests were resolved and champions were determined. For women they were: 1st Rust in Peace, 2nd Ordo Obelios “Waffles”, and 3rd Order of the Pegasus. For men they were: 1st Warlord Combat Academy, 2nd Knyaz USA – Medieval Fighting Club, and 3rd Company of the Pale Horse. I don’t believe the fellow at right was on any of those teams but I really liked him and wanted to post a picture. I think that’s because he somehow reminds me of Monty Python’s Black Knight. I’m sure there are many excellent videos of the day out there but my own smartphone recording of a rather mild random battle of the day is here.

Mound Cold War Discovery Center

I don’t know that rainy days were actually made for museums but the two do fit together nicely. A visit to the Mound Cold War Discovery Center was a very nice fit for this week’s rainy Friday. Before stumbling upon a reference to the Miamisburg, Ohio, museum, I had no idea of the area’s role in both the Cold War and the “hot war” that preceded it.

When I first read — or possibly heard — that there was a museum nearby dedicated to nuclear research and development, I pictured a musty warehouse-type place with some old lab equipment on display. What I found was an excellent presentation of history and science put together by Dayton History. The complex may have once contained some unattractive buildings but the museum is housed in an inviting former administration building built in the 1980s.

The Manhattan Project started in New York, but it soon involved locations throughout the entire country.

As noted in one of the photos above, the Dayton Project was responsible for the separation and purification of the plutonium used in “Gadget” and “Fat Man”. “Gadget” was the bomb exploded in the Trinity Test on July 16, 1945. “Fat Man” was the bomb dropped on Nagasaki on August 9, 1945. “Little Boy”, the bomb dropped on Hiroshima on August 6, 1945, used enriched uranium rather than plutonium. That’s “Fat Man” in the photo at left. “Bockscar”, the plane that dropped “Fat Man”, is displayed at the Air Force Museum in Dayton along with a full-size replica of the bomb.

Construction of the first seventeen buildings comprising Mound Laboratory began almost immediately after World War II ended. The facility opened in early 1948 to support atomic weapons production.

One section of the museum offers some general science information without any obvious direct ties to Mound Laboratory. Perhaps its purpose is to tamp down visitors’ concerns over strolling about an area where radioactivity was once a major feature.

Yes, it does look like letting visitors know that a little radiation never hurt anybody just might be a goal.

Due mostly to the invention of the Radioisotope Thermoelectric Generator which uses radioactive fuel to generate electricity, Mound Laboratory made significant contributions to a variety of ventures into space. Eventually, all of its missions were ended or moved elsewhere and the complex is now an industrial park much like those in other towns.

Anyone unfamiliar with the area and wondering where the laboratory got its name can probably figure it out with a glance out the museum’s front door. Read about that here.

2024 Appalachian Festival

I know I have gone to the Cincinnati Appalachian Festival before but I don’t know when. It was first held in 1970 so I could have attended fifty years ago. That seems ridiculous, of course. Surely I’ve attended more recently than that. I believe that I must have but the truth is that I have no clear memories to support that belief and I most definitely have no physical evidence. As crazy as it sounds, it seems at least possible that my visit on Saturday was the first in a half-century or so.

Like any good festival, there were food vendors. There were also crafts and other items offered for sale along with numerous displays with nothing for sale at all.

Demonstrations of various aspects of life in the area during past times were offered. Blacksmithing and weaving were both very important parts of Appalachian life.

Maybe I should have spent more time among the vendors and taken more pictures of the exhibits but I guess I was more interested in the music. Two stages presented a non-stop parade of Bluegrass and other forms of American Roots Music. The only groups I saw on the Up Close & Personal stage were Sherry Stanforth & Tangled Roots and the Forest Hills Bluegrass Band. I had actually seen FHBB earlier on the other stage but did not immediately recognize them because I’d not heard the Dobro earlier.

Here is the Forest Hills Bluegrass Band on the Appalachian Heritage Stage with the fellow at stage-left playing a banjo. The middle picture is of the Wayfarers (check out that bass) with Sammy Adkins and the Sandy Hook Mountain Boys filling out the panel.

I also checked out some of the non-stop action in the dancing tent. That’s the Country Steps Cloggers in red and two different lines of the Kentucky Bluegrass Cloggers in blue.

As much as I enjoyed the bluegrass and cloggers, I believe I spent more time watching the Native American dancers.

A skilled drum circle backed the dancers and often supplied singing and chanting too. When the dancers and drummers took a well-deserved break, a talented flute player (and maker) filled the space wonderfully.

A lot of energy went into the dancing but it was quite apparent that the dancers had also put considerable effort into their authentic dress.

I have many more pictures of the Native American dancing but will move on after these scenes from a dance depicting ritualized combat between two warriors.

Coney Island was the site of the festival. The former amusement park had been operating as a water park until it was sold in December to a group associated with the Cincinnati Symphony Orchestra for development into a concert venue. The giant Sunlite Pool has already been demolished and I’ve no idea what else will disappear soon. I’m hoping that this entrance where riverboats once delivered patrons to the park — and through which I once walked while on a dinner cruise during 1988’s Tall Stacks — will be spared.

The festival continues today, May 12, 2024, 10:00-6:00.

Trip Peek #134
Trip #80
Bob’s Last Art Show

This picture is from my 2009 Bob’s Last Art Show trip. The name is what Bob Waldmire or someone close to him chose for an event where all sorts of the dying artist’s works were available. The beloved Route 66 icon had opted out of any aggressive treatment for his colon cancer and was calmly approaching the end. Attending was never in doubt and making it a normal road trip, complete with an online journal, seemed natural. At the time, picking the photo of Bob pricing some artwork to represent the trip seemed right but I’ll admit that I’m a little less comfortable with it in this Trip Peek setting. The trip included some time on both Historic Route 66 and the National Road so there were other options but this was the reason the trip even happened. Bob was one of a kind. I wish I’d got to know him better but consider myself fortunate to have known him at all.


Trip Peeks are short articles published when my world is too busy or too boring for a current events piece to be completed in time for the Sunday posting. In addition to a photo thumbnail from a completed road trip, each Peek includes a brief description of that photo plus links to the full-sized photo and the associated trip journal.