roseembolism | And back to reality. Random Dundracon Notes.

Had a lot of fun at the convention, and now I'm back too making bunch of phone calls with a remarkably low connection rate. Bah. So lets do some random notes on the game.

I have no idea why I get so anxious before conventions. Interrupted sleep and apocalyptic scenarios are the major result, but it makes it difficult to plan ahead of time. Fortunately, the convention itself was pretty much stress-free.

The online game pre-registration and online posting of game attendees was simply brilliant. Conventions should have been doing this for YEARS.

We arrived to a hotel with a power outage. It made a pretty good precursor to the pajama LARP. Rain also cuts down on the "Why am I spending the whole weekend inside?" thoughts.

If I'm ever in a game with a night-time or lights-out theme again, I will pack a flashlight. Reading character sheets in the dark using glowsticks is a major pain.

It's an excellent LARP when one can't help make plans for what ones character is going to do after the LARP. It's a really excellent doubleplusgood LARP game when dancingshaman decides my character has to die, and he wasn't even one of the people I stole from, lied to, swindled or tried to seduce in the game. I liked my character-he was amusingly over the top.

Rather harsh that, given that I heroically managed to sweep a group of assorted lovelies, (along with a doomsday weapon, blueprints for super-guns and a bunch of political treaties) away from incipient political violence. Admittedly, I DID torment the prickly fencer that's the daughter of the werebear and the lover of Dancingshamen's character, and I DID hide the empty case for the super-gun plans on her, and I teased her unmercifully. But she was really prickly, and she had to go and accuse me of being sneaky and lacking honor. Honestly!

There's also the assumption that a chartered privateer of Avalon with a vice-admiralty waiting for him would simply merrily go to his death, simply for having gone and given a doomsday weapon and the plans for a super-gun to the lovely Ussuran scientist for safekeeping. Why, one would think he is an utter fool, willing to betray his country for a- well four- pretty faces!

Or alternatively, a former pirate might use the opportunity afforded by being on his own ship to sneakily retrieve the doomsday device and the plans he gave away, drop off the charters, switch ships, and then up sail to Avalon, where the weapon plans will be given to the Queen, and the doomsday device in the shape of a watch will remain on his person, where it belongs. Which come to think of it, may be sneaky and lacking in honor. But oh well- once a pirate....

Did I mention I LOVED that LARP? I never even had any interest in 7th Sea setting until that LARP, and now I want to know more about the setting. It was one of the most fun games I've ever been in, and that's especially a noteworthy achievement as the GMs stated that it was their first LARP. I am SO looking forward to playing that character in the next 7thSea LARP they do.

I also enjoyed the Warhammer LARP, though oddly enough, the most important thing my character will do is after the game. But that was partially because I was playing a dwarf with a low, low, LOW social attribute, which I chose to play as being uncertain with the language a bit, and very taciturn when it comes to diplomacy (Damn those humans talk too much), except when talking about runes. And guess who was chosen to talk to priests about religion.

I am totally going to have to get a pair of shoes with good arch support for these LARPS- I flaked on the last LARP because my feet hurt too much. While I'm at it, I'll make it a nice pair of boots. In fact, I need to get more costume stuff entirely.

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Erm, I think you mean DunDraCon, dear. ;)

And no, I think myself and my two boys will make sure you don't leave your own ship with the doomsday device. I think we're willing to do almost anything to make sure it gets back to Ussura where it can be left to a goddess to dispose of. It would be really nice not to have to kill you over it, too, because I sort of liked your rascal in a fellow-explorer sort of way.

(Hey, dancingshamen and silverstreak started it! Blame them for their "You did so well, we're going to keeeeeel you" attitude! It's THEIR fault!)

Now here's the problem with the doomsday device. Even leaving aside the fact that I haven't been compensated for any loss for a one-of-a-kind heirloom, there is the fact that as a rascal, I know that the biggest rascals out there are nations and governments; I know for a fact that they are completely untrustworthy. I don't care how nice or shaman-y or goddess-y Ussuria is, once the government of Ussuria, make that ANY government gets wind of that device, it's going to be deemed too important to dispose of, goddess or no. Goddesses can be appeased, while governments are greedy, rapacious beasts that devour their young. And speaking of which, what nation would allow people who know of a doomsday device to roam free? All nations know that dangerous secrets are best kept secret when all potentially loose lips are dead. I promised your safety, and it would pain me seriously for you to reach the shores of your country only to be cut down by your countrymen- the moreso, since I would have to deal with the pain of being slaughtered as well.

(Why, I heard even as I boarded the ship that a couple untrustworthy and violent ruffians will be waiting for us with swords drawn! And they have at least one ally on the ship even now! You see how deep the treachery extends!)

And even if I accept the protestations that no, no, Ussaria is unique among all the nations in all of history in that it's rulers can be trusted, can you trust the OTHER nations of the world? Can you be sure Ussaria will remain inviolate when the news of this gets out? Can you be sure that there were no listening ears when you exclaimed over my trinket? Can you be absolutely sure that even now, there are no fleets mustering to claim the device for their own? I surely don't.

No, the safest thing is to wrap the watch in lead, put it in a bronze box sealed with tin, put that box in a lead box sealed with bronze bands, put the whole thing in a spare canon, stopper it up with lead, and drop the whole thing overboard, 100 leagues from the nearest land, into the deepest sea where even the greatest master of Porte cannot retrieve it.

If you have any love for the safety of your countrymen or the world at large, I'm sure you'll agree this is the best thing for all.

Eric and I compared notes after our games.
Eric: Please note that I was a pirate. With a pirate ship. At the end of the game, it was a SWINGIN' pirate ship, crammed to the gunwales with ladies that Adored me. :3
Me: OIC.
I asked Wendy later if she was on his swingin' pirate ship.
"Um, there was a ship, yes..." Jury's out on how many ladies actually DO want to have the Captain in them on that boat. But it is amusing to let my boy off leash from time to time.

And if he so much as touches my daughter or the Ussarian scientist, we would be finding out just how far I could shove my kodiac bear paw up his backside. That would be after my daughter left him hanging from the yardarm by the back of his underwear in a simply huge wedgie, of course.

Ruh-roh! A watchful Kodiak bear papa makes for a pirate ship where ladies are respected and have an eleven o'clock curfew.

Silly, bear, the daughter was left behind! She was too busy sputtering about honor and picking fights to come aboard this ship.

And as for the rest...no. Just, no. Once you set foot on my vessel, you became a guest of my kingdom, small as it is. So you will sit down, Sir Bear, and we will feast you, wine you, fete you with sea chanties and stories, and be the perfect hosts. And you will be a wise bear, a polite bear, and a humble bear, and not even think about rejecting my hospitality.

Now do try this wine, it's a priceless hundred year-old Montaigne vintage I captured from a galleon last year. There's an amusing tale about that...

All pirates are mack daddies. It's genetic, I think.

At you don't have to keep pressing button on a glowstick compared to a cell phone...?

ow, that's even worse. Of course a lot of the glowsticks were old and cruddy, so we gathered them up into bundles.

And back to reality. Random Dundracon Notes.

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