During a Skal Mischka was honored. He was toasted, his life remembered, in a circle of people who have known him for years. He was toasted as a God, a hero, and a friend. He was toasted, we drank to him, and then we emptied our horns unto the ground in respect to him.
Mischka is one of the main reasons I am in the SCA. At the first event I went to
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