Last year I introduced the Lady Miriam to you, my Sidhean priestess who I retired (and killed off as an npc) in late April 2014. She served her purpose, got me in touch with the softer feminine side of playing a true noblewoman but should never have been an adventurer. Her genteel nature made adventuring a bit of a shock to the system and rather than toughen up or find something strong inside her she caved in. Partly due to the emotional froth of losing your shadow (which was hilarious to role play with, particularly in solving some of the plot in branch at the time), but she was too delicate to survive long. But she was fun to play when I wasn’t out in the field. Sadly LARP is an “in-the-field” system and so I decided it was time to pack her away.
I then played Wren, the mad Elven Blacksmith who originally had a limited human vocabulary and no faith at first. She was fun, pure and simple and got to play hard and fast with the rules. Sometimes she went a bit far, but that was a learning experience in itself and I got to live through the big fests of the season as a character that could just pick up her gear and wander off into the woods if the mood took her. She ended on the field of battle, but I was already preparing my next character and as much as it hurt to lose her, I was not as broken hearted as when I lost Rowan. Heck, I got a public battlefield lay-to-rest from the then Defender of Crowa who I’d met once in character and who recalled our meeting in tear-jerking detail. The corpse might have been crying at the end of his prayer to her God, to properly burst into tears when I was “dragged” back into camp and left in the Guild tent alongside the deceased Forgemaster. To be able to say goodbye for now to my guild mates had that effect on me.
But to walk into camp that night as Ravenna was a good feeling. And if you let me, I’ll explain why.