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Cataclysmic
Oct. 2nd, 2006 06:01 pmI'm probably a bit too tired to write anything particularly legible about the weekend now but since when have I ever let that stop me?
Low points:
High points:
I've doubtless missed loads of stuff but suffice to say that I had a good old time and intend to go to the next one (sometime in March) ... I'm already missing playing the General.
Props to my peeps:
Lord Liar Gristleweaver and Lady Letitia Thimbleweaver, ace kidnappers and rain-dancers.
1Making the mold out of a pot filled with sand, melting the metal in a pan over a bellows-driven fire, pouring the metal into the mold, waiting for the metal to cool, then turning it out and putting the still-warm ingots into my hands.
Low points:
- After the unbelievable hassles with the new tent at Maelstrom (ie. it not being there), discovering that the tent company had neglected to include any tent pegs or guy ropes. Thankfully s0b had sufficient rope and string to act as guy ropes and I always bring a bag of good pegs anyway.
- Due to an error in putting the tent up (this may have had something to do with the instructions being in Dutch), I was treated to a small pond inside it come Sunday morning ... this turned into a larger pond as the day progressed.
- The weather was
shitvery wet - The game organisers didn't have a contingency plan for bad weather/technical failures
High points:
- The reactions that s0b, Suicideally and I got when we first entered the IC tavern ... classic "Slaughtered Lamb" scenario ... much fun.
- Having an IC smith give me three ingots of metal ... that I'd just watched him make1 from scratch
- Roleplaying my socks off all weekend.
- Entertaining in the camp ... I intend to do more of that next time.
- The hailstorm.
- The attitudes of everyone playing and organising.
I've doubtless missed loads of stuff but suffice to say that I had a good old time and intend to go to the next one (sometime in March) ... I'm already missing playing the General.
Props to my peeps:
Lord Liar Gristleweaver and Lady Letitia Thimbleweaver, ace kidnappers and rain-dancers.1Making the mold out of a pot filled with sand, melting the metal in a pan over a bellows-driven fire, pouring the metal into the mold, waiting for the metal to cool, then turning it out and putting the still-warm ingots into my hands.
