A Bryn's-Eye-View of the MN Renaissance Festival.

Welcome to Bryn's cyber-cottage!

Come see the MN Renaissance Festival through the eyes of Bryn "O'Gypsy" Muldoon.

Visit friends, smile at memories, and don't forget to wipe your feet and bless the house!


Bryn was born one of many middle children to the enormous Muldoon family. Things went along calmly enough (well, as calmly as anything ever does in an Irish family) until Da went out to the pub one Tuesday... and never came home. When Auntie Brie and Aunt Meg, Ma's sisters, showed up, Ma thought it a good opportunity to head out to look for him. After all, four years is an awful long time to be out for a pint. The unsuspecting aunties agreed, and soon they found themselves in charge of the romping pack of children and sundry others who made their home there. Chaos was often the order of the day -- and the aunties created no little of it themselves, getting into a bakeoff with the neighboring Italians -- but above all, there was music, and love of this strange but diverse family.

If only things could have remained so simple! The aunties, not having planned to be saddled with a pack of rampaging young 'uns, took up their raising where Ma and Da had left off. Seeing as Bryn was the oldest of marriageable age, the aunties set off to marry her to someone who could support them in a manner to which she would like to become accustomed. When her first new outfit tipped her off, Bryn took matters into her own hands. She'd always planned to become a knight, but things were getting desparate. She did what any sensible young maid would do.

She ran off with the Gypsies.

Once she'd hit the street, Bryn discovered a whole world full of interesting people she'd never known existed -- and quickly befriended the local peasants, who dubbed her "O'Gypsy." They introduced her to Food Twister and the fine art of insulting people for fun and marginal profit. Though many of their antics were harmless enough, the peasants proved to be harboring some resentment for their shoddy treatment by the higher classes. Not ones to take such abuses lying down (except when they're groveling, of course -- it's not wise to bite the ankle that could kick your head), the peasants set about to make themselves known. They even mugged Sir Guy to prove their point! Afterwards, some took the prudent measure of disguise to avoid dire consequences.



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