At 10am On Sunday...
Sep. 1st, 2006 12:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magicaddict...I never envisaged myself on the field of the final battle a few short hours later, screaming missives and collapsing in tears of joy as we threw around the Orb of Spirit like it was a beach ball.
The gathering is over for another year, and overall was a hell of a lot better than the previous one was. Highs, lows, and general points in what is almost becoming a meme in its ubiquity, as follows:
Good ThingsTM
Mistress Getting All The Mindstalker She Could Handle. Vicky had been setting about the dark hunter plot like a starved chihuahua on a pork chop, and so very much deserved some reward. Cue my showing up one morning and offering her a one-off chance to come and have a go if she thought she was remotely hard enough. In my defence, from the moment she agreed, we IC played it absolutely fair. Mindstalker had no idea what Mistress had been toked up with, and managed to hide precisely how close she and her witness came to killing him until it was all over. What she didn't deserve was to die for it, but in the course of what happened afterwards it unfortunately became inevitable. It would have been nice to see if my gambit had succeeded and finally broken Mistress' spirit, but she took her death entirely in her stride, and even leant me the costume so I could parade in the following morning and mouth off at the small Unicorn contingent that had managed to get up. Vicky rocks for being so reasonable about getting butchered, and Peter rocks for having given me the chance to play such a bastard.
Getting In Duvall's Face. "Did you honestly think you could send people to my home, to kill me??? IDIOT! CRETIN!"
IC, I like Duvall. OOC, I like Doc. IC, Mindstalker is a complete asshole who thinks Duvall is just another corpse that hasn't lain down yet. Doc responded beautifully, striding after me as I left and swinging blades through my fast dissipating form before cursing and storming off. With people playing up to me like that, we might just get the hunters over to everyone before they all die. Next target is Vadek - probably to tell him his ancestral halls are filthy and could use a spring clean.
Equivocal Costume For The Win. My PC, Ylelorrinel, is a shadow elf. This means he dresses in a grey robe with a deep, sinister hood, has white skin, blue eyebrows and blue lips. Over the course of the weekend, I was mistaken for a necromancer, an abyssal lord, a shadowkin and the immortal pattern of law ("Call me Lorr", "You're LAW?" "No, just called it"). Maybe now, possibly, people will decide that I'm a seventeen point spod with incant II and no ulterior motives whatsoever. I have to have some foil to the malevolent bastards I play for people...
Hey Hey, We Saved The World Today. Unicorn Void Item Removals Ltd., in the form of Meldir, Midnight, Lorr, Evenstar, the Temple of Shadows and a catkin who's name sadly escapes me, personally liberated all four of the orbs of void before handing them off to the Tribe who express couriered them all over the final battlefield. I had planned on marshalling the final battle on Monday, before dropping IC that morning and finding out that contributors and rite performers were desperately required or everyone was going to die. Fine, Lorr had lost his city, his wife, children and relatives the previous evening. Fine, he hadn't slept and both felt and looked like crap. There was a world to save through the use of faith, and he wouldn't have missed it for the world.
Some deeply immersive roleplay followed around the claw of void as he led a service, and all the incantors present prayed like they never had before, using Evenstar and Lorr as a conduit to pass all the goodwill and favour into Midnight as she slowly coaxed the orbs free from the grip of time. As the battle raged round us, we remained, and prayed, like our lives depended on it. Tears in full flow occurred more than once, from more than one person, upon final success and the ensuing rituals to seal the void and save Edreja. I don't think I've ever been more emotionally exhausted IC, collapsing in relief as the ancestors answered us and freed the Orb of Spirit, and realising "we just helped save the world". It was a very, very good feeling. Many thanks to the LT for getting it absolutely right.
Copious New Faces. Not only the re-emergence of Pack Storm in the form of Ryan, Cat and Dan, but the Company of Thorns in the Vipers comprised of LT virgins and semi-virgins from the White City crew. Even though they weren't particularly lucky with regards to survival (six deaths out of seven players, wasn't it?), they seemed to be happy with it and are most likely returning. This is a good thing - another potential outlet (along with the standing offers from the Gryphons and Lions) for if I finally get tired of the Unicorn bollox and go elsewhere. If they'd take me, of course. Choices, choices...
Getting My Knives Back. Major profs to Steve Vadek for keeping hold of them and bringing them along. Back to a full compliment of weaponry. Now packing paired daggers, single sword, double sword and staff. Vengeance the Axehammer comes next.
Bad ThingsTM
Lorne As Deep As A Puddle In The Sahara. I'm not sure where I left my briefing for my Archers guild monster role, but it sure as hell wasn't present on the linear Lorne joined them for. Ignoring his daughter in danger, standing staring at the man who ordered his wife's death rather than charging him in sadistic grief, standing staring at the box rather than getting out any of the vocals I'd been planning, having to leave and not be there for the aftermath, no tears of despair or relief, nothing for anyone to actually interact with, and generally feeling about as far removed from a character as I ever have. God knows where I was, but my mind wasn't on it. Must do better if I get another chance.
Killing Someone For Following The Plot. It really wasn't intentional, but Mistress courted it, volunteered for it, even. We even gave her the chance to go home, alive and well, and she turned it down. Damn it, Mindstalker fancied the pants off her, and now she's dead. He hasn't fancied anyone for centuries.
Plot On Hold While The LT Faffs About. Sorry people, we were doing more interesting stuff than you tearing another hole in reality and pouring elementals through it. We'd got the picture. Making us all wait while you did so was more than slightly annoying. We all had better stuff to be doing.
Drunken Pricks Patronising Away. Even the ref got slightly peturbed by one of the three skaven sent to murderise the Vipers at midnight on Sunday. Yes, you're older than me. Yes, you're known by the ref and the faction. No, you wouldn't know stealth if it ejaculated in your face. You killed as many as me, namely none. Being stabbed up is a great equaliser, isn't it?
Yet Another Emma/Doug PC Pair That Don't Get Along. Alaina & Pieter in WFRP, Afina & Sorin in Exalted, Janie & Matt in Vampire, and now Jayen & Lorr in the LT. I don't know what it is, we just can't get along. Maybe it's an inherent desire to have something to make up for...
Roleplaying Using OOC Knowledge. Sorry guys, had you not told me about them, I wouldn't have known, yet I found myself IC recognising what you were and coming over and talking to you about before I could stop myself. Truly, truly sorry, and thank you for being okay with my doing it.
More Marshal Practice Required. Utterly ineffectual and having to be pointed in the right direction more than once during mass fights, and losing my monster role and having to go looking for him. Room for improvement isn't the word.
Having Emma in the LT is fantastic. Having people who are obviously happy to be roleplaying with me is also fantastic. It's nice when I actually click into gear and roleplay back, I just wish it happened more often.
Now to go and prepare for the San Francisco trip a week today - Poster, check. Passport, check. Flights, check. Hotel, check. Girlfriend, check. By far the furthest I have been from home - T-154 hours and counting.
The gathering is over for another year, and overall was a hell of a lot better than the previous one was. Highs, lows, and general points in what is almost becoming a meme in its ubiquity, as follows:
Good ThingsTM
Mistress Getting All The Mindstalker She Could Handle. Vicky had been setting about the dark hunter plot like a starved chihuahua on a pork chop, and so very much deserved some reward. Cue my showing up one morning and offering her a one-off chance to come and have a go if she thought she was remotely hard enough. In my defence, from the moment she agreed, we IC played it absolutely fair. Mindstalker had no idea what Mistress had been toked up with, and managed to hide precisely how close she and her witness came to killing him until it was all over. What she didn't deserve was to die for it, but in the course of what happened afterwards it unfortunately became inevitable. It would have been nice to see if my gambit had succeeded and finally broken Mistress' spirit, but she took her death entirely in her stride, and even leant me the costume so I could parade in the following morning and mouth off at the small Unicorn contingent that had managed to get up. Vicky rocks for being so reasonable about getting butchered, and Peter rocks for having given me the chance to play such a bastard.
Getting In Duvall's Face. "Did you honestly think you could send people to my home, to kill me??? IDIOT! CRETIN!"
IC, I like Duvall. OOC, I like Doc. IC, Mindstalker is a complete asshole who thinks Duvall is just another corpse that hasn't lain down yet. Doc responded beautifully, striding after me as I left and swinging blades through my fast dissipating form before cursing and storming off. With people playing up to me like that, we might just get the hunters over to everyone before they all die. Next target is Vadek - probably to tell him his ancestral halls are filthy and could use a spring clean.
Equivocal Costume For The Win. My PC, Ylelorrinel, is a shadow elf. This means he dresses in a grey robe with a deep, sinister hood, has white skin, blue eyebrows and blue lips. Over the course of the weekend, I was mistaken for a necromancer, an abyssal lord, a shadowkin and the immortal pattern of law ("Call me Lorr", "You're LAW?" "No, just called it"). Maybe now, possibly, people will decide that I'm a seventeen point spod with incant II and no ulterior motives whatsoever. I have to have some foil to the malevolent bastards I play for people...
Hey Hey, We Saved The World Today. Unicorn Void Item Removals Ltd., in the form of Meldir, Midnight, Lorr, Evenstar, the Temple of Shadows and a catkin who's name sadly escapes me, personally liberated all four of the orbs of void before handing them off to the Tribe who express couriered them all over the final battlefield. I had planned on marshalling the final battle on Monday, before dropping IC that morning and finding out that contributors and rite performers were desperately required or everyone was going to die. Fine, Lorr had lost his city, his wife, children and relatives the previous evening. Fine, he hadn't slept and both felt and looked like crap. There was a world to save through the use of faith, and he wouldn't have missed it for the world.
Some deeply immersive roleplay followed around the claw of void as he led a service, and all the incantors present prayed like they never had before, using Evenstar and Lorr as a conduit to pass all the goodwill and favour into Midnight as she slowly coaxed the orbs free from the grip of time. As the battle raged round us, we remained, and prayed, like our lives depended on it. Tears in full flow occurred more than once, from more than one person, upon final success and the ensuing rituals to seal the void and save Edreja. I don't think I've ever been more emotionally exhausted IC, collapsing in relief as the ancestors answered us and freed the Orb of Spirit, and realising "we just helped save the world". It was a very, very good feeling. Many thanks to the LT for getting it absolutely right.
Copious New Faces. Not only the re-emergence of Pack Storm in the form of Ryan, Cat and Dan, but the Company of Thorns in the Vipers comprised of LT virgins and semi-virgins from the White City crew. Even though they weren't particularly lucky with regards to survival (six deaths out of seven players, wasn't it?), they seemed to be happy with it and are most likely returning. This is a good thing - another potential outlet (along with the standing offers from the Gryphons and Lions) for if I finally get tired of the Unicorn bollox and go elsewhere. If they'd take me, of course. Choices, choices...
Getting My Knives Back. Major profs to Steve Vadek for keeping hold of them and bringing them along. Back to a full compliment of weaponry. Now packing paired daggers, single sword, double sword and staff. Vengeance the Axehammer comes next.
Bad ThingsTM
Lorne As Deep As A Puddle In The Sahara. I'm not sure where I left my briefing for my Archers guild monster role, but it sure as hell wasn't present on the linear Lorne joined them for. Ignoring his daughter in danger, standing staring at the man who ordered his wife's death rather than charging him in sadistic grief, standing staring at the box rather than getting out any of the vocals I'd been planning, having to leave and not be there for the aftermath, no tears of despair or relief, nothing for anyone to actually interact with, and generally feeling about as far removed from a character as I ever have. God knows where I was, but my mind wasn't on it. Must do better if I get another chance.
Killing Someone For Following The Plot. It really wasn't intentional, but Mistress courted it, volunteered for it, even. We even gave her the chance to go home, alive and well, and she turned it down. Damn it, Mindstalker fancied the pants off her, and now she's dead. He hasn't fancied anyone for centuries.
Plot On Hold While The LT Faffs About. Sorry people, we were doing more interesting stuff than you tearing another hole in reality and pouring elementals through it. We'd got the picture. Making us all wait while you did so was more than slightly annoying. We all had better stuff to be doing.
Drunken Pricks Patronising Away. Even the ref got slightly peturbed by one of the three skaven sent to murderise the Vipers at midnight on Sunday. Yes, you're older than me. Yes, you're known by the ref and the faction. No, you wouldn't know stealth if it ejaculated in your face. You killed as many as me, namely none. Being stabbed up is a great equaliser, isn't it?
Yet Another Emma/Doug PC Pair That Don't Get Along. Alaina & Pieter in WFRP, Afina & Sorin in Exalted, Janie & Matt in Vampire, and now Jayen & Lorr in the LT. I don't know what it is, we just can't get along. Maybe it's an inherent desire to have something to make up for...
Roleplaying Using OOC Knowledge. Sorry guys, had you not told me about them, I wouldn't have known, yet I found myself IC recognising what you were and coming over and talking to you about before I could stop myself. Truly, truly sorry, and thank you for being okay with my doing it.
More Marshal Practice Required. Utterly ineffectual and having to be pointed in the right direction more than once during mass fights, and losing my monster role and having to go looking for him. Room for improvement isn't the word.
Having Emma in the LT is fantastic. Having people who are obviously happy to be roleplaying with me is also fantastic. It's nice when I actually click into gear and roleplay back, I just wish it happened more often.
Now to go and prepare for the San Francisco trip a week today - Poster, check. Passport, check. Flights, check. Hotel, check. Girlfriend, check. By far the furthest I have been from home - T-154 hours and counting.
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Date: 2006-09-01 09:17 am (UTC)It was good to roleplay with you, I seriously felt your pain on the morning you came to tell us your people had been lost in the void... Thanks, it was interesting, I wanted nothing more than to give you a great big hug, but IC it seemed a little... irreverential to hug a shadow elf somehow.
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Date: 2006-09-01 09:42 am (UTC)Indeed, the Temple tret him like a walking messiah. Next challenge is to get them to believe he's a normal guy. Just a thousand year old normal guy.
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Date: 2006-09-01 10:02 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-09-01 05:51 pm (UTC)On a serious note, thanks again for all yuor hard work.
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Date: 2006-09-04 08:53 am (UTC)