Our Story

( As told by our High Lord and Leader, Lord Dragonhawke)

The Clan of the Celtic Rogues started out long ago as a father/son bonding activity between myself and my youngest son, Aldric. I suppose if anyone is by and large responsible for the final outcome (our Clanship), then it would have to be young Aldric. It was his fault (or idea) that we start attending renaissance faires dressed in garb, and then to start camping as well.

 As we camped, we slowly sought to make our camping area look more unique and eye-catching to surrounding camps, by the use of Flags, Banners, and Torches. As it turned out, it also served as a positive attention getter, assisting us in meeting many different people who were of kindred thought. As we met, we became friends – and as we became friends, we began camping together. And so our fellowship was good, and so began the Clan of the Celtic Rogues. 

 I would take this moment to repeat our stated belief – to have fun at Renaissance Festivals and Faires, do no harm to others, and to make each and every soul feel welcome and at home. We treat each other well, we respect one another, and people see that fact and wonder how we achieve it. Simply put? We’re a family. Period.

 I invite you to explore the Internet Home of the Clan of the Celtic Rogues, see the many smiles and sorts that make up who we are, and feel the ever-beating heart of a renaissance fair enthusiast. If you enjoy your stay, maybe you’ll be moved to come and find us at one of the many events we attend. Come then, and warm yourself by our fire – you may find that you too have found your home away from home, and a family within it.

Our family, much like an old Oak Tree, stands tall, and has many members to it. However, each member of our proud family is an individual. There are some members who garb themselves in a gothic manner, dressing in sinister black garb, armor, some Scottish period garb and kilts. Still others are dressed in English medieval garb from different time periods of that age.. From mages and sages to musketeers and and cavaliers, our family comes from all walks of life.  

Our family doesn’t end with our members either. Often people who have heard of us and/or are interested in joining will camp near the Celtic Rogues to take part in our generous hospitality with our grand feasts and pleasant company.

Our Visitors and Guests over the past years have come from as far away as Norway, Germany, Spain, Great Britain, Scotland and all parts of the U.S.A, … and of course let us not forget our beloved Kingdom Of Texas.

We have forged ourselves into a sound confederation, with a common heritage (Celtic), and a common goal (to have fun at Faire). We are a very diversified group, and we welcome this diversity because it is what makes our family unique and special. Sadly though – as with any congregation of people, it became evident that a series of rules and guidelines would be needed to keep friction low.

As we developed these rules and guidelines, we tried to keep them as few as possible, lowering structure to a bare minimum. Our High Lord Dragonhawke’s feelings on the matter were “The More Rules – the Less Fun”, and having fun and enjoying the company of friends and family is why the Celtic Rogues exist.

True, ours is NOT a democracy; it is a DICTATORSHIP. High Lord Dragonhawke stands as the representation of what our family is and what it will be, with the aid and assistance of a High Council to support his decisions. And as a family, we welcome family as well, showing that hospitality is something that can be taught to our sons and daughters.

In the end, Hard work and camaraderie combined with our respect for responsibility allows us to truly enjoy the one release from the mundane world that many of us have learned to love and appreciate over the years – the Renaissance Festival.

From individuals who have found their way to us, it is our constant focus on our heritage, our family values, our goals, and our love of faire and festival that make us what we are today. What are we?

A Clan… Of Celtic Rogues. Though we may live as vagabonds, we’ll die as family.