Wulfden goes out in public, and as it turns out, cleans up pretty well!  It's always easier to pretend you're civilized when you're eating with your hands...  We discover that Merewyn + too much Chablis = No Pump! International Dance Floor...  Tariq loved the food- in unnatural ways...

     Two words: Mardi Gras!  Two scarier words: Arion Chieftain!! (Maaaaa....)  Wine and Cheese and Wedding proposals- Raffe goes down on bended knee and begs Anya to marry him, even though he is a pathetic, unworthy mongrel... (Sorry Raffe, Wren made me write that...)  The year of Julia's walk from the shower. Ummm..... wow......  Also the first year of Tequila tasting, Dhalraidia's attempt to finally poison us. Mas Fina!!!!!! Mas Especial!!!

     "Anybody got a glow stick??"    The first midnight launching of the WarWolf Jr.™   Remember- bring a cloak to Baron Wars or experience the joys of hypothermia firsthand.  Hey Viktor, what really happened at Pennsic??

     Or, better titled, How WulfDen began the long road to their first felony conviction. Yes, we built it, and yes, it actually works. Quite well, in fact. This "practice model" (the actual WarWolf™ will stand roughly 6-8 feet tall at the pivot point) threw a tennis ball for distance and accuracy at a consistent 84 feet with a ten pound payload. The maximum/overload payload of 43 pounds produced accurate throws of 130 feet! This particular design (with some minor modifications) came from www.trebuchet.com, an excellent site for the beginning seige-engine enthusiast.

     Generally, it's best not to let the Clan know where you live. Every new home needs a firepit... and a citation from the local police. Valkor learns the dangers of drinking and climbing.

     Pennsic 28, the Year of Controversy. Vincent got ejected, the moat got filled, the bridge got... well, violated. Nicholas and Becca made a "surprise" appearance following a midnight run from Dayton. Pork butt got roasted on an open fire.

     In which the Clan discovers that Vincent is actually more than a lazy, no-account layabout. We also discovered that it gets REALLY cold at Ft. Meigs in the evening... Despite overcrowding, backed-up toilets and ticks the size of Volkswagons, a good time was had by all.