So… Herofest. I know you want to know about it, so I’m going to tell you about it. I’m going to give you highlights rather than going from start to finish because I remain useless and remembering things as and when I want them. But this should give you an idea of 1) why I’m still glowing from how awesome it was and 2) why I’m so bloody knackered! Oh and if you’re not familiar with LARP or Herofest or roleplay, then you really haven’t been reading this blog for long enough. Go back now – yes… yes, right now, please – and look up entries with tags like Herofest, roleplay and LARP. That will give you background and also serve as entertaining reading. ^_^ Promise.
Now… on with the highlights.
Imagine Quidditch. You got that image in your head? Nice and tight? Good, now swap kids on broomsticks for elves, half orcs, humans and god knows what else with swords, spears and axes and turn the little nippy golden snitch into a troll head. Got that in your head? Even as a still? Good… now let it play. Hehee, even just imagining it is fun, isn’t it?
You’ve played dodgeball right? Jumping hoping and diving all over the place to avoid balls hurled in your direction. Well again, you’re an elf, and your dodging icky white skulls. Hehee, see, still funny right!
In case you’re wondering why I’ve kicked off with two games, well this run of Herofest was the Interplanar Fayre and there are always plenty of games to be played among the factions.
Aranthar Returns o.O
Yes, I would have told you about this chap before but he turned up again this event. I knew he would somehow; he’s just become too much of a cool bad guy to play with and he has potential for really mucking some people up. He turned up on the Saturday night as the Zombie of Doom, bearing the Staff of Doom and proceeding to throw horrible spells around and do people most serious injury. Including me. Which is even more dramatic from a story point of you since this guy is my zombiefied father o.O who I disowned almost a year ago now for having my lover horribly murdered. See what happens when you give people a little bit of plot to play with? I’ve said before I’m a plot whore, well its true; the very second I heard this guy scream the name ‘Fenwyn’ I was up like a shot, racing across the sand to see what all the fuss was about. I did get mortally wounded for my trouble, but having elf mates about generally takes care of that for you. It was fantastic; I got to shout and wave my arms around while being angry and self righteous! Then I get to fall on my face in the sand with a scream of unspeakable agony as my father plunges his spear blade (or was it a quarterstaff) into my chest. ^_^ YEAH!
Gentle Talky-Talky Roleplay
For some reason, there seemed to be a chance to do far more of that this event. I think I’m becoming less scared of just letting Trya Fenwyn, the character speak. I mean, I’ve roleplayed her enough now and she gets far more of an airing at Herofest then she ever does at the Ice Wolf Tavern. I get to be here at Herofest and feel out her physical mannerisms and think about how she talks, walks and acts. Its going to make playing her online a deal more fun and, when I get around to writing her novel, it will be even more interesting because I know so much more about her than I did when I originally began. Anyway, this event, I got to speak to people a whole lot more as my character which was fun. I arranged the use of the totem belonging to another faction to enable us to perform our ritual, I spent a good few minutes speaking to an NPC who was gently dropping information about lands on another plane which link delicately into our own plot (thanku Wayne!!! Not sure if I got to play off you other than that through the course of the weekend). And I got to talk to other characters who were simply completely bonkers and actually managed to make Trya a little bit stressed (seriously, the ritualist was crackers. Forgotten his name now, but good show Paul. Good show). There were even more instances when I was frightened out of my mind. Obviously not in a concerned-for-my-actual-life way, but frightened in character enough that it (really) elevated my heart rate. The Dymwan challenge was one of those moments (the wraith at the end actually had me growling and screaming- which is a true Trya reaction when faced with something scary – who the hell was in that mask?!) and the arrival of a single soldier of the thull on the doorstep of the Summer Stars encampment (thanks Mike, you’re creepy!).
Who Has Got The Biggest Spuds?
Not Trya, apparently, but it was close. Very close; I came second. Another game, if you hadn’t already guessed. A game in which you are handed a potato and a piece of string once your weapons are frisked away from your person. Instructions; fasten said potato to the string, tie string to waist to allow the potato to dangle between your knees. Then… disarm your opponent the same way you might while playing conkers. With a potato. Its probably the most I’ve laughed in a single hour in my life. Hilarious!
Sleep Is For Wimps
I must be a wimp; that is what this weekend has taught me. But it didn’t stop me from staying up all of Saturday night into Sunday. Well, but for two hours. But really… there are far too many important conversations and drink to be had that shouldn’t stop because it happens to be four in the morning. Or because the sun is about to rise. Pfft… sleep is for wimps. So… I didn’t. ^_^ I certainly felt it on the way back in the car, especially since I really didn’t want to fall asleep. And this morning I wasn’t sure I’d make it all the way through work, but there we are.
Sucking Uglee’s Balls
Yeah. I can’t deny it. I did. They were incredibly sour and I thought my face was going to turn inside out, but I survived. I did manage to give the Dai-Fah-Dyne a good laugh as a result though. And myself for that matter. Bwaha ha h hahahaaa!
Don’t be so filthy; they were sour sweets!!! :p
So… those are the highlights. That doesn’t, by a long way come close to covering everything that was fantastic about this weekend, but I’m sure these posts have a word limit, so there’s only so much I can say. I will, however, take a quick moment to say ‘sup to the following:
Helen- you are a gem; strong, kind and funny and I hope everything’s all right now that you’re home.
My Minion- yes, even here, that is your name. You’ve given me plenty of giggles this weekend and I appreciate it (I still ain’t paying you though).
Herofest Monster/Kitchen Crew- you guys deserve soooooooooooo much more thanks than I have words for, but my big sloppy kisses will have to do for now. xXx
Face Lover- Heh, you love my face!
Right, that will do for now.