The Return to Eoforwic: On the Strange Persistence of the Middle Ages in Toronto By E. Scholx , G. Bond and ZENO.
Dedicated to AOI TORI THE BLUE BIRD
There are few things more revealing about a society than the hobbies it refuses to abandon.
Not the fashionable ones—the curated, algorithm-approved pastimes of the present—but the stubborn, slightly embarrassing, faintly glorious relics that continue despite everything. The Society for Creative Anachronism, tucked into church basements and public parks across Toronto, is one of these. And I should know. I used to belong to it.
Or perhaps “belong” is too strong a word. One does not quite belong to the SCA. One orbits it. One flirts with it. One, at times, escapes it, only to find that it has quietly continued without you, unchanged in its rhythms, indifferent to your absence.
So I went looking.
The first thing you notice, if you check what passes for “the internet presence” of the Toronto chapter—Eoforwic, in its medieval alias—is how little has changed. Meetings still occur, as they always have, on Tuesday evenings at a church just east of Bloor and Yonge. (Kingdom of Ealdormere)
There is something almost heroic in this consistency. In a city where restaurants vanish between seasons and entire cultural scenes dissolve overnight, here is a group that simply… continues. Six-thirty, Tuesdays, ring the buzzer, mention SCA, and someone lets you in. (Meetup)
It is less an organization than a habit.
And then there are the Friday practices. Greenwood Park, evenings, weather permitting—April through October. (Kingdom of Ealdormere)
I remember those. The slow assembling of armour. The peculiar intimacy of being struck—legally, ceremonially—by someone you had been chatting with moments before. The odd democracy of it all: professors, IT workers, students, the unemployed, all reduced to the same blunt logic of rattan swords and acknowledged blows. (Kingdom of Ealdormere)
Combat in the SCA is not theatre, exactly, but neither is it sport. It occupies that ambiguous middle ground where seriousness and play coexist, occasionally uneasily.
But what, precisely, are these “events” one hears about?
The official language is almost comically expansive: tournaments, courts, feasts, workshops, dancing, music, crafts, lectures, experiments in medieval life. (Kingdom of Ealdormere)
This is, on paper, an entire civilization.
In practice, it is something more modest and more human: a rotating series of gatherings where people attempt, with varying degrees of success, to step outside the present.
On a typical Tuesday, one might learn bookbinding, or heraldry, or the obscure politics of medieval symbolism. (Kingdom of Ealdormere)
On another, there is dancing—earnest, slightly awkward, occasionally beautiful.
On yet another, a potluck that quietly abandons historical accuracy in favor of whatever someone managed to cook that week.
The grander events—the ones with feasts and titles and something approaching spectacle—do exist, but not with the frequency one might expect. They are scattered across Ontario, rotating between groups, requiring travel, planning, and a willingness to commit. (Kingdom of Ealdormere)
This is not a plug-and-play culture. It demands something of you.
And here, I think, is the essential point—one that the websites do not quite say, but which every former participant knows.
The SCA is not for spectators.
You cannot consume it the way you consume modern entertainment. You cannot sit at the back, observe politely, and leave with the vague sense of having “experienced” something. If you try, you will find yourself adrift, invisible, faintly uncomfortable.
The thing only works if you enter it.
This is why newcomers are encouraged—gently but firmly—to do something. Fight. Sew. Cook. Learn a dance. Pick up a pen and attempt calligraphy. It hardly matters what. What matters is the act of participation, the small but significant decision to step into the game.
Because it is, ultimately, a game.
But not a trivial one.
There is a tendency, among those who have never encountered the SCA, to dismiss it as elaborate cosplay. This is not entirely wrong, but it misses the deeper impulse at work.
What one finds, if one looks carefully, is not merely a fascination with the past, but a dissatisfaction with the present.
The SCA offers, in its awkward and improvised way, an alternative structure of meaning. Titles are earned through recognition rather than credentials. Skills are valued for their intrinsic difficulty rather than their market utility. Community is built not through proximity or necessity, but through shared, voluntary absurdity.
It is, in other words, a kind of parallel society.
And like all such societies, it is both admirable and faintly ridiculous.
I remember the first time I realized this.
It was not at a grand tournament or a lavish feast, but at one of those smaller, quieter gatherings. Someone was explaining, with great seriousness, the proper construction of a medieval garment—stitch by stitch, seam by seam. Others listened, equally seriously, asking questions, taking notes.
Outside, Toronto continued as usual: traffic, noise, the endless churn of the modern city.
Inside, time had been… not reversed, exactly, but suspended.
It struck me then that this was the true function of the SCA. Not historical accuracy—though that is pursued with admirable dedication—but temporal dislocation. A brief, voluntary escape from the relentless forward motion of contemporary life.
And yet, one must be honest.
It is not an easy world to enter.
There is, inevitably, a degree of insularity. Friend groups form. Jokes accumulate. Hierarchies, both formal and informal, take shape. To the outsider, it can feel impenetrable.
But there is also a countervailing openness. Newcomers are, in principle, welcomed. Gear is lent. Guidance is offered. The barrier to entry is less material than psychological.
You must be willing to look slightly foolish.
This, more than anything else, is the true cost of admission.
So what is happening, now, in Toronto?
The answer is both simple and unsatisfying.
Not much—and everything.
The meetings continue. The practices continue. A handful of people gather each week to learn, to fight, to talk, to enact, in small ways, a vision of the past that persists into the present. (Kingdom of Ealdormere)
There are events, yes—but they are less important than the continuity itself. The quiet, stubborn refusal of this particular subculture to disappear.
In an age obsessed with novelty, there is something almost subversive about that.
I am not sure, even now, whether the SCA is “right.”
It is too strange to be fully defended, too sincere to be easily mocked.
But I know this: it endures.
And in that endurance, there is a kind of answer—if not to the question of how we should live, then at least to the question of how we might choose, occasionally, to live otherwise.
For a few hours on a Tuesday night.
Or a Friday, in a park, with a borrowed sword and the fading light of a city that, for a moment, feels very far away.
summary of the key facts from everything above:
🏰 Structure
Toronto SCA group = Eoforwic
Part of Kingdom of Ealdormere (Ontario)
Runs as a local volunteer-based community
📅 Regular Activities
Tuesdays (~6:30 PM): indoor meetings (church near Bloor & Yonge)
Fridays (~7:30 PM, seasonal): outdoor combat practice (Greenwood Park)
Weekly activity is more consistent than big events
⚔️ Types of Events
Fighter practices (most frequent, hands-on)
Arts & Sciences (crafts, history skills)
Feasts (food + social + ceremony)
Tournaments (combat competitions)
Courts (awards, titles, recognition)
🧭 Event Reality
Big events are not always in Toronto
Usually 1–3/month across Ontario
Often require travel (1–3 hours)
👕 Participation
🧠 Culture
Not strict roleplay—semi-immersive
Mix of history enthusiasts + hobbyists
Functions as a “parallel social world”
🤝 Social Dynamics
Participation is required to feel included
Passive attendance → you’ll feel out of place
Showing up 2–3 times changes everything
💰 Cost
⚠️ Honest Truths
Can feel cliquey at first
Barrier is psychological, not financial
You must be willing to look slightly foolish early on
🧩 Core Insight
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