Still Breathing

I may be awake (just) but there are simply no words yet to describe my weekend. Well there are words, but too many of them, and not entirely in the right order. It was a magnificent journey, an awe-inspiring experience, and an absolute pleasure.

For everyone who had anything to do with playing, writing or reffing ... Thank you.

With special mention going to Caddyman (who wrote Hector) and Pax_Draconis (where do I begin the list? There is too much).

I will probably post a little more later, but for now ...

I believe that one can judge how good a live-roleplaying event is by how consistently and deeply people remain in character.

NWO's "Grand Tribunal" was a very good event indeed.

I will miss Hector mightily.

No Magpie Empire next week, this makes me sad. On the bright side, it will probably give me time to convert the necessary ships from "stuff" to the Silent Death rules.

Succeeded in my first bit of hardback binding last night, I am pleased ... my NWO brief/spell book looks quite spiffy. On the downside I did actually glue some of the pages in the wrong order, still, I'll get over it. Oh, and there was a knife accident, but it doesn't show too much.

Now the final phase of shopping and packing (amidst the regular chores of housework and grocery shopping) is all that remains (must remember to pack the throne) before I set off bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for tomorrows extravaganza.

I am terrified, my stomach feels hollow and cold.

It is a curious feeling to learn by, effectively, reading the paper that one has disappeared.

"I'm sorry, the gods aren't home right now. If you want to leave a message, please start praying at the sound of the sizzling sheep's entrails."