Moot1 2006
May. 16th, 2006 01:41 pmI had a pretty meh Moot1. We arrived pretty timely, but only just before time in, I found out I didn't have the big box o'Ssussun with me, which holds most of that character's outfit (wig, facepaint, costume). We ended up going back and sleeping at home.
On Saturday, I was time in just after Time In was called. I could have been dressed sooner, but my facepaint had gone crumbly and Quee was taking his sweet time so I couldn't borrow his sooner. Play was pretty good on this day, with me being told I was no longer Head Spiritualist of my Faction, being promoted to Mistress of Novices of the priest guild and deciding to forgive Aurian for literally stabbing me in the back at the Summoning. At night, we tried to get an artefact (an anti-vengeful spirit beacon) working again with a few tweaks so it would not keep them at bay, but put them to rest. This didn't go exactly according to plan, but we did get a sign from Luna, so the dead at least would supposedly rest in peace.
High point of the evening was a small bit of play started by another player though.
player: Argh! I can't stand it...too much, must stop it! *holybolts self, drops dead*
me: NOBODY DIES ON MY BLOODY WATCH *heal*
player: *groans*
me: Why were you trying to kill yourself?
player: I wasn't...
me: Wait, don't tell me, you're learning how to do holybolts?
player: Yes.
me: Ah.
After that, things kind of petered out and I opted to go to bed. Of course, when my head hit the pillow, I could hear the sounds of larp battle coming from the field (sharpsharpsharpsharpsharpsharpFATALsharpsharpCRUSH). Somehow, just around my night dip moment, there's never anything to keep me going and things only start up again when I'm in bed.
On Sunday, I was actually in time for morning prayer and I arranged some more things within the guild. When things started looking bad for the world we were on (with the maelstrom coming and all), we decided to *shock* leave, something game operating division hadn't thought of (rule#1, any plot you have will be blown up by the players). As a consequence, leaving and getting back took forever. We did have a nice scene where we found out the portal had gone mail slot shaped and shrunk to a size where only a slim person on his back could fit through. So, after checking first if a piece of parchment would go in and come out intact, that's exactly what we did. Aras Rift of Gargoyle was the very first person to be sent by Vortex Very Long Distance Package Post. He was joined shortly by his sword and a catperson who was also very slim. Then the portal was pulled wider and we all went through.
After that, we waited again and a lot of people felt like we were done. We were told there was still something coming though, and after an age and a half, there was the endbattle. It was, as usual, too long, too hot and too full of mass effects. I ended up getting hit by a spell and saw myself forced to attack Twi's character because he was standing between me and Light. Also whacked some Lighters before they got me though. They, the prejudiced bastards, declined to heal me and I was eventually healed by a healer of Metal on request of her clanswoman, who knew me from the priest guild.
Then I could choose: soup or more battle. I opted for soup and skipped the Time Out muster in favour of it too. I brought my face back to a more or less unpainted state (with the eyeliner look typical of a recently cleaned up black elf), helped to pack up our things, checked out and then left. I slept in the car, had some stuff to eat and then slept again in my own bed.
Between day 1 being ruined by me and day 3 by game operating division, I didn't have the greatest of events. I hope the Summoning in July will be better, but I'm seriously considering skipping the endbattle from now on.
On Saturday, I was time in just after Time In was called. I could have been dressed sooner, but my facepaint had gone crumbly and Quee was taking his sweet time so I couldn't borrow his sooner. Play was pretty good on this day, with me being told I was no longer Head Spiritualist of my Faction, being promoted to Mistress of Novices of the priest guild and deciding to forgive Aurian for literally stabbing me in the back at the Summoning. At night, we tried to get an artefact (an anti-vengeful spirit beacon) working again with a few tweaks so it would not keep them at bay, but put them to rest. This didn't go exactly according to plan, but we did get a sign from Luna, so the dead at least would supposedly rest in peace.
High point of the evening was a small bit of play started by another player though.
player: Argh! I can't stand it...too much, must stop it! *holybolts self, drops dead*
me: NOBODY DIES ON MY BLOODY WATCH *heal*
player: *groans*
me: Why were you trying to kill yourself?
player: I wasn't...
me: Wait, don't tell me, you're learning how to do holybolts?
player: Yes.
me: Ah.
After that, things kind of petered out and I opted to go to bed. Of course, when my head hit the pillow, I could hear the sounds of larp battle coming from the field (sharpsharpsharpsharpsharpsharpFATALsharpsharpCRUSH). Somehow, just around my night dip moment, there's never anything to keep me going and things only start up again when I'm in bed.
On Sunday, I was actually in time for morning prayer and I arranged some more things within the guild. When things started looking bad for the world we were on (with the maelstrom coming and all), we decided to *shock* leave, something game operating division hadn't thought of (rule#1, any plot you have will be blown up by the players). As a consequence, leaving and getting back took forever. We did have a nice scene where we found out the portal had gone mail slot shaped and shrunk to a size where only a slim person on his back could fit through. So, after checking first if a piece of parchment would go in and come out intact, that's exactly what we did. Aras Rift of Gargoyle was the very first person to be sent by Vortex Very Long Distance Package Post. He was joined shortly by his sword and a catperson who was also very slim. Then the portal was pulled wider and we all went through.
After that, we waited again and a lot of people felt like we were done. We were told there was still something coming though, and after an age and a half, there was the endbattle. It was, as usual, too long, too hot and too full of mass effects. I ended up getting hit by a spell and saw myself forced to attack Twi's character because he was standing between me and Light. Also whacked some Lighters before they got me though. They, the prejudiced bastards, declined to heal me and I was eventually healed by a healer of Metal on request of her clanswoman, who knew me from the priest guild.
Then I could choose: soup or more battle. I opted for soup and skipped the Time Out muster in favour of it too. I brought my face back to a more or less unpainted state (with the eyeliner look typical of a recently cleaned up black elf), helped to pack up our things, checked out and then left. I slept in the car, had some stuff to eat and then slept again in my own bed.
Between day 1 being ruined by me and day 3 by game operating division, I didn't have the greatest of events. I hope the Summoning in July will be better, but I'm seriously considering skipping the endbattle from now on.