LARP can be a heavy, intensely emotional rollercoaster of a hobby that can have lasting effects long after time-out has been called and the game packed up. For some this is the reason they engage in their hobby, keen to throw their character to the wolves of plot and see what gets chewed up and spat out. But for some people the lingering after effects of games can become quite distressing, and it is this ‘bleed’ that I’d like to talk about today.
In light of the recent heatwave that has been affecting the UK, I feel that it is prudent to reiterate advice that I have previously given regarding LARPing in the summer. Most of us will be familiar with the advice of drinking plenty of water, keeping out of the sun and dressing appropriately, but with temperatures up into the mid to high 20s and into the 30s I think we all need to pay attention to how we’re dealing with the heat.
Returning north led Aidan to venture through Derwentshire, where he fell in a group of adventurers heading out from Fengate hunting Kryganites and some fell shrine they were attempting to set up. What might he face on the road through the marshlands?
With the joyous news of Sir Sinjen’s wedding to the Lady Anette Ashvale, Steward of Westbeach and niece of the Baron of Boston Sir Fortescue Ashvale, Lady-Knight Judith Tirel headed south to be part of such a wonderful occasion. Dragging Aidan after her, the pair found themselves in Meadhampstead once again. What will they face this time?
So, based on my hastily posted blog a couple of weeks ago, you might have guessed that Newcastle branch hosted a fest this year. Set out in the wilds of Northumberland we took advantage of our surroundings to run a dwarf inspired plot. We hope that all those who attended enjoyed themselves and enjoyed the story we ran.
I would like to offer my thanks again to all members of the team who wrote missions, wrote froth, organised and did all the admin, built props, put together costumes, crewed, first aided, cooked, cleaned, set up tents, put down tents, and generally made the fest work unseen and hidden from view. You’re all awesome and words can not sum up the feeling of pride I have that we pulled this off.
But you’re not here to read about my love and admiration for the crew, you’re here for a write up of the event. So let me tell you the tale of the dwarven hold of Dun Chevin, of how it fell, and how it was reclaimed.