Our Oath:  We have an oath that we swear,

and ask all who camp with us to swear,

that explains a lot about the purpose of our camp:

To make Pennsic an enjoyable experience, I promise to:
work toward creating an atmosphere of generosity, hospitality, and mutual respect for others,
roleplay in a period style promoting a suspension of disbelief,
accept responsibility for the safety and security of my campmates and guests,
and abide by the decisions of the camp master regarding camp policy and conflict resolution.

We ask the people who camp with us to swear this oath, not their SCA personae.  We are Romans, but Villa Vino is just an encampment founded by us; personae from other places and periods can always find a reason to camp with some Romans.  Villa Vino is not an SCA household, just a place where all who camp there can rely on having campmates who have the same idea of what it means to enjoy Pennsic.

Our Goal:  To us, Pennsic War is a vacation from the drudgery of mundane life, something to be enjoyed, a positive experience for all involved.  For us at Villa Vino, this means cooperating and volunteering to do enough work to make the camp an enjoyable place to be in and to bring guests, without doing so much work that it doesn't seem like a vacation.  It means pretending to be somebody else, someone in a medieval or ancient environment, to further the illusion that we are not a bunch of Clevelanders camping off the freeway at Cooper's Lake, near Slippery Rock, PA.  It means being able to rely on campmates to keep an eye on our stuff, and to watch out for us.  And it means avoiding pettiness and psychodrama by having someone in charge to make decisions about camp policy. 

Our Location:  On the Roman Road, in block W10.

What We Have:  The best shower setup at Pennsic.  A carport-sized pavilion tent to share, with three full-sized couches in it.  Lots of good homemade wine and homemade Italian sausage.  A full kitchen with ho/cold sink, oven, stovetop, coolers, icewater, and all the other advanced Pennsic basics.  Onsite storage trailer.  Lots of friends who visit.  A camp that is a destination, a stopover for many wanderers.

What We Need:  More people to camp with us, to give us new friends, more fun, bigger parties, and more land.  We do, of course, want to take over the world.  Adults only, please.  Be advised that there are people residing in the camp who drink alcohol and smoke, but they smoke conscientiously, and they share the booze (we aren't called Villa Vino for nothing).  Anyone interested in camping at Villa Vino should contact Vicci at vicci@peterwells.com as soon as possible.

Caesar Vitus Aurelius (Vito) is the camp master, the one who makes the decisions.  He is the land agent, the architect of the shower, the owner of the trailer, the fighter of the enemy, the maker of the wine and sausage, the assassinated one.

Lady Vania is really the boss.  Also known as Lady Rome, she holds court in the big tent full of couches and cheesy decor.  She accepts the gifts, orders the deaths of the annoying, and keeps her husband Vito's head from getting any bigger. 

Vincenzo the Above Average (Vinnie) is our Oracle, the man with the vision of the future, a man often found unconscious in his hammock. Vincenzo is a hospitable man, always ready to give food, drink, and space on the couch to any who visit.

Levia, the vixen.  Bellydancer and enchantress, the mysterious masked master shopper, the princess of thrift, the betrothed of Vincenzo, proof that he is no longer Mediocre.  Levia slinks about looking good in a thousand shiny bits, it's her job.

Hostilius, the violent.  Killer of cute baby things, supreme destroyer of pancakes, minion to Caesar, and general threatener of the passers-by, Hostilius is constantly being restrained from ending the world and eating people who cross his path.

Vicci the Minion is the hired advisor to the Caesar.  He role-plays, makes and teaches art, and wears a lot of black.  His Minioning rates are competitively low, and he's ready for any sort of interesting duty. 

Our Friends.  We have many, and pictures of few.

Della Mortis, Della Mortis, Africanus, Mesopotamicus - the conqueror of the land for Rome, the General of Caesar's armies, and the most intimidating man alive, an old friend who retrns home to tell stories and pass the bottle.

Padre, Holy Father of the Church of Debauchery, Minister of Drunk, Pastor of Lechery, survivor of many hangovers, the leader of drunken mobs, Japanese drinking circles, and all sorts of unspeakable obscenity.  Who recently got married.

Gerhardt, fighter for the Middle Kingdom, the attorney to Caesar.  He brings tales of the Serengeti, the royalty, and the battlefield, reads the newspaper, and generally eviscerates the feeble-minded with his rapier wit.