With magic wand so potent is the spell
that none decoyed into that fatal ring,
unless but the sky peculier grace,escape
there we grow early grey,but never wise
there form connections,but acquire no friends
solicit pleasure,hopeless of success
waste youth in occupations only fit for
second childhood,and devote old age
to sports which only childhhood could excuse
there they are happiest who dissemble best
their weariness,and they the most polite
who squander time and treasure with a smile
though at their own destruction...
He that asks him dear five hundred friends,
condems them all and hates their coming
enlightening turns the key in his own door
and at the watchmans lantern borrowing light
finds a cold heart only comfort left.
At the right door profusion is the shrine
profusion unrestrained with all thats base
in character,has littered all the land
and bred within the memory of no few
a priesthood such as Baals was of old
a people such as never was till now eyes opened
it is a hungery vice...it eats up all that gives
soviety its beauty,strengh convenience
and security and use...
Makes men mere vermin,worthy to be trapped
and grabs as fast as catchpole claws of bears
can seize the slippery prey,unties the knot
of union and coverts the sacred band..
that holds mankind together to a scourge
profusion,deluging a state with lusts
of grossest nature and of worst effects
prepares it for its ruin,hardens,blinds
and warps the consciences of public men
till they can laugh at virtue,mock the fools
that trust them,and in the end disclose
a face that would have shocked credulity herself
unmasked this their sole excuse for truth
In the halls of ancient days dear son
when learning,virtue,piety and truth
were precious and inculcated with care
there dwelt a ascended Master called Kius Ialkanun
Discipline his head not yet by time completely silvered over
bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth
but strong for service still,and unimpaired
his eye was meek and gentle,and a smile played
on his lips and in his speech was heard paternal
sweetness,dignity and love the occupation dearest
to his heart was to encourage goodness,he would stroke
the head of modest and ingeneous worth
the blushed at its own praise and pressed the youth
close to his side that pleased him
learning grew beneath his care a thriving vigorious plant
the mind was well informed,the passions held
but Discipline a fathful servant long
declined at lengh into the vale of years
this good old friend my decipline at lengh
overlooked and unemployed,fell sick and died...

©~Vlada Mikahl Schoon~


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Patchwork Merchant Mercenaries had its humble beginnings as an idea of a few artisans and craftsmen who enjoy performing with live steel fighting. As well as a patchwork quilt tent canvas. Most had prior military experience hence the name.


Patchwork Merchant Mercenaries.


Vendertainers that brought many things to a show and are know for helping out where ever they can.

As well as being a place where the older hand made items could be found made by them and enjoyed by all.

We expanded over the years to become well known at what we do. Now we represent over 100 artisans and craftsman that are well known in their venues and some just starting out. Some of their works have been premiered in TV, stage and movies on a regular basis.

Specializing in Medieval, Goth , Stage Film, BDFSM and Practitioner.

Patchwork Merchant Mercenaries a Dept of, Ask For IT was started by artists and former military veterans, and sword fighters, representing over 100 artisans, one who made his living traveling from fair to festival vending medieval wares. The majority of his customers are re-enactors, SCAdians and the like, looking to build their kit with period clothing, feast gear, adornments, etc.

Likewise, it is typical for these history-lovers to peruse the tent (aka mobile store front) and, upon finding something that pleases the eye, ask "Is this period?"

A deceitful query!! This is not a yes or no question. One must have a damn good understanding of European history (at least) from the fall of Rome to the mid-1600's to properly answer. Taking into account, also, the culture in which the querent is dressed is vitally important. You see, though it may be well within medieval period, it would be strange to see a Viking wearing a Caftan...or is it?

After a festival's time of answering weighty questions such as these, I'd sleep like a log! Only a mad man could possibly remember the place and time for each piece of kitchen ware, weaponry, cloth, and chain within a span of 1,000 years!! Surely there must be an easier way, a place where he could post all this knowledge...

Traveling Within The World is meant to be such a place. A place for all of these artists to keep in touch and directly interact with their fellow geeks and re-enactment hobbyists, their clientele.

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