Clan na Bheithir
Vert, a pall inverted ermine between three boar's heads caboshed argent.
In September of 1984, the stars aligned and a great plague was visited upon the lands of the Barony of Settmour Swamp (Kingdom of the East). They reeked of beer, they called it Bheithir, and it was good. In March of 1985, The Clan was granted its charter by Baron Eirik Rodbjorn, and swore loyalty to the Baron. When he woke up the next morning with an amazing hangover, he was heard to say, “I granted what?”
While in a drunken stupor, one very early afternoon, (morning?) someone presented the idea of forming a household (which no one to this day will take credit for). At last they could form a group which included friends from the north, and all four of them could drink together in relative peace (or so they thought). Since that time, vows were taken never to make any important decisions while sober. This pledge has since then often led to interesting journeys, not to mention wicked hangovers.The Formation of the ClanCuthbad a'Bheithir, Chieftain
The Clan na Bheithir is a nonpolitical sub-unit of the Society for Creative Anachronism. The fact that neither the SCA nor any local temporal power has any control over us obviously brings us to the conclusion that they can therefore in no way be held accountable for our actions.
The Clan stands for freedom and fun while exploring various aspects of antiquated lifestyles. We put forth the proposition that there were many people, not unlike us, in all aspects of pre-sixteenth century life, as well as foppish and stately persons (not unlike present times). We also suggest that it is this beautiful mélange of sub-sub-sub-cultures which makes the intricate tapestry of our existence bearable, if not enjoyable.
We have many members from all walks of life; spanning age, locale, race, creed, etc. These free-wheeling folk take on personae from many different times and places around the globe. While it is true that the Clan was started by and primarily consists of Scots-Irish, we do not discriminate, but we are not indiscriminate.
We invite you to explore. If you’re in the area, drop by for a beer (home-brew of course) and some good old fashioned hospitality. However, if you really want to live one facet of our experience; throw on a plaid, paint yourself blue, fill up a drinking horn, and start dancing around a burning wicker sacrifice.
- Clan na Bheithir
- A Roster (incomplete)