![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Rest In Peace...
Dec. 19th, 2005 04:01 pm...Pathfinder Corporal Daenaram Fearsbane. Born September 1782, Died December 2005 (Kingdom Era).
The arrogant, racist, sexist, petty little sod that was my first ever larp character has finally bought it, but the way everyone responded to it happening was more than touching and I thank everyone for doing so.
Darren's Crystal Maze larp had some wonderful ideas to it, and lots of good hard fights. The idea of another under-construction zone being the way in for all kinds of nasties was a good way of making a larp out of a game show, though there wasn't much need for monsters - the characters themselves were creating enough friction to provide all the entertainment we needed. Putting Daenaram in charge was probably not the best of ideas in history (little did anyone but me know this, so blame is not to apportioned), and his inability to order around anyone but himself played itself out by the party fragmenting almost irreparably within an hour of his assuming command.
The final moments came during a fight with lots of undead doing intrinsic drain life where all the healers got dropped. Daenaram was fighting off things as best he could, but dex being no good against touch attacks meant that his life was being drained away fairly quickly. With no healing support, he soon hit zero and started bouncing them (I would submit that as cool as innately bouncing drain life/steal life/soul rip/soul steal may be, being one point away from permdeath is kind of a high price to pay for gaining the ability) while he carried Rain around looking for somewhere safe to put him (despite Flo constantly whispering "fucking...run...away" in my ear). He'd almost got there when he was ghouled for Unholy Ten Paralysis - but I heard Unholy Two so though I'd dodged it and carried on. We had got to the stile at the top of the hillside before people were saying they thought it was ten rather than two, causing me to go and find Darren and confirm.
Bollox.
Cue me collapsing half-way to the next encounter, and being surrounded and sent off by the most counterintuitive group of people: Nab, who Daenaram spent all his time rubbing up the wrong way, shrugged it all off and gave him the last words he heard - Rest, son of elves. Morrigan, who had caught insult from him as well for being no more than who she was, became the personal bearer of his last words to Phoenix, and Rain (if I remember correctly - I apologise if I got it wrong), who he had tantamount declared as being guilty of just about every magical crime in the book at some time or other, became the executor of his will - what little there is.
Bregan gave a consecration ceremony that I'm not afraid to say made me cry, and the responses of Iussis, and especially Mantis, staying with the body and protecting it jealously to - and past - the point of common sense, was everything I had hoped he would evoke in people when he died, but after the direction he had gone in thought would never actually happen.
Thank you to all those concerned for both an excellent larp, and for making Daenaram an ideal introduction to roleplay, his career both exhilarating and infuriating by turns, and his death a more deeply touching occasion than I had ever thought possible.
*Raises glass*
Cheers.
The arrogant, racist, sexist, petty little sod that was my first ever larp character has finally bought it, but the way everyone responded to it happening was more than touching and I thank everyone for doing so.
Darren's Crystal Maze larp had some wonderful ideas to it, and lots of good hard fights. The idea of another under-construction zone being the way in for all kinds of nasties was a good way of making a larp out of a game show, though there wasn't much need for monsters - the characters themselves were creating enough friction to provide all the entertainment we needed. Putting Daenaram in charge was probably not the best of ideas in history (little did anyone but me know this, so blame is not to apportioned), and his inability to order around anyone but himself played itself out by the party fragmenting almost irreparably within an hour of his assuming command.
The final moments came during a fight with lots of undead doing intrinsic drain life where all the healers got dropped. Daenaram was fighting off things as best he could, but dex being no good against touch attacks meant that his life was being drained away fairly quickly. With no healing support, he soon hit zero and started bouncing them (I would submit that as cool as innately bouncing drain life/steal life/soul rip/soul steal may be, being one point away from permdeath is kind of a high price to pay for gaining the ability) while he carried Rain around looking for somewhere safe to put him (despite Flo constantly whispering "fucking...run...away" in my ear). He'd almost got there when he was ghouled for Unholy Ten Paralysis - but I heard Unholy Two so though I'd dodged it and carried on. We had got to the stile at the top of the hillside before people were saying they thought it was ten rather than two, causing me to go and find Darren and confirm.
Bollox.
Cue me collapsing half-way to the next encounter, and being surrounded and sent off by the most counterintuitive group of people: Nab, who Daenaram spent all his time rubbing up the wrong way, shrugged it all off and gave him the last words he heard - Rest, son of elves. Morrigan, who had caught insult from him as well for being no more than who she was, became the personal bearer of his last words to Phoenix, and Rain (if I remember correctly - I apologise if I got it wrong), who he had tantamount declared as being guilty of just about every magical crime in the book at some time or other, became the executor of his will - what little there is.
Bregan gave a consecration ceremony that I'm not afraid to say made me cry, and the responses of Iussis, and especially Mantis, staying with the body and protecting it jealously to - and past - the point of common sense, was everything I had hoped he would evoke in people when he died, but after the direction he had gone in thought would never actually happen.
Thank you to all those concerned for both an excellent larp, and for making Daenaram an ideal introduction to roleplay, his career both exhilarating and infuriating by turns, and his death a more deeply touching occasion than I had ever thought possible.
*Raises glass*
Cheers.
