Traveller

Jan. 14th, 2013 02:13 pm
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Ok, so it's been a really long time since I've done any LARP/RPG related posts, so in the light of last night, I bring to you a special table-top edition of this blog! 

So me and a few others have just started a system called Traveller. It's very rules light, and has probably the best character gen system I've seen for fluff fun. I can (and will) dissect the awesome for you if people want to hear about it, but not right now. It also has a lot of random event rolls, which can lead to hilarity...

The game Matt's running for us is based in a world not unlike the Firefly 'verse. And it seems we delight in making it more like it by the day. Yesterday we had an Epic Marathon session that took most of the day, and it was awesome. 

What we did on our holidays... )

It's a fantastic game and really well run, though it needs a good GM who doesn't mind wading through a lot of randomised tables. I would highly recommend it. 




*No, really accidentally. As in I didn't even twig that what I said could have been taken to mean something else until afterwards...
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So, another Easter, another Strom, another Costume, another tent in a field... Let me tell you about it...

The Good

Blackberry and the wonderful, wonderful, wonderful amazing people at sanctuary - who I still need to thank more - for taking a soggy, bedraggled, overworked eidolon and filling it full of tea and food and giving it back-rubs until it was happy fun stabby eidolon again. 

Experimental Shamanism was a success!

Rumours of my explosion due to experimental shamanism were greatly exaggerated!

Raoul annoys me, Raoul flees my wrath outside the ghost fence where I can't get him, Raoul trips in mud. Earthquake approves.

Being hailed as the Eye of Coyote by a mildly jealous Blizzard, after being a very naughty girl this DT...

The Night of Martyrs - from an OC perspective, hearing Tiri's name read out gave me chills. 

New Sword and Main Gauche from Light Armouries - Soooooo pretty, plus now I'm finally fighting with the weapons I'm best with OC! Pity I did not get to stab enough...

Charging out of the gate on Friday ready to kill everything, in a nice early Non-Bottle 

My faithful getting blessed to high heaven - and getting to deliver at least one of those blessings myself. Which ended up being perfectly done, if not quite as I'd planned it... 

Rachida's new Look. Hell Yes! :D

Threatening to cut people for continually asking me to repeat the experimental shamanism. Being scary stabbity eidolon is fun, but sadly I seem to have become fluffier than an Earthquake eidolon really should be... This may have gone some way to rectifying the balance.

I looked Fucking awesome :D

Deep theological discussions with Thane, and their eventual result - "You were never really one of mine, but we could have made you great".

Fun with Vild - especially whilst attempting to convert impressionable Kitty to Jaguar.

"Warbird, can you come here a sec?"
"Why? What is it?"
"I don't know, I just got asked to find a competent Eidolon."

A very FOIP little meeting in the dark with a contact I didn't know, from an ally I'd never met face to face, about very secret information... made me feel like James Bond.

Being the Eidolon who Knows Everything - running around on the Sunday night, making sure everyone was kept informed.

Having Flambard and the White Jackets explained to me as this character, and thinking "Really? I don't remember us being like that!"

Finding out That true name, and spreading it like a Flembic Governess...

Watching undead and eidolons being fired from the trebuchet

Being eaten by a bug - best form of dispatch ever! If slightly tickly...

Dread lord Fucknose

Conversations in the Maelstrom - of fallen, wendigo, Ilini and the like


The Bad

Something in particular that nearly happened didn't come off in the end - for the best of reasons - but still a disappointment. 

Deity team being overworked and understaffed, meaning all but 2 of my imperatives were Vanilla ones. 

Fucking Rat Tribe and their Fucking Ghost fence! Treking from the arse end of the field to the Maelstrom tent back to the arse end of the field only to need discorporating again, because you wanted to pop out on the other side of the wall, and got "appear in the serpent shrine" not "appear in the tavern" because you've got the wrong mission... trust me, it gets old fast. 

Itchy wig is itchy. But compensated for by looking awesome. But caught on everything. And got wet. But looked awesome!

Couldn't go on the sortie due to bad ankle - yet again getting left behind when there is murdering to be done :p

Couldn't nail anything on Blind Harvey in the end... curses! 


The Ugly

Fucking Cold - backs of hands are dry and chapped to high heaven. As is face. Whilst not as bad as Celestial Gala of the Snowstorm, the cold very definitely prevented a certain amount of roleplay and fun. 

Fucking Wet - everything is mud. All mud. All of it. 

Fucking Boots - ancient CCF things that I've had since I was 13 (so, that's about 12 years now, and all things considered that's a pretty good run) concertina-ing at the back, and digging into my ankle. About time for new boots, says I. 

Fucking sword baldric - in principle, really awesome, and will be really useful, but turned my right shoulder into one solid knot. 


In Conclusion 

Bit of a mixed bag of an event. Not helped by the weather. Seriously, seriously hoping the next one will be sunny. 
Special mention must go to all the people who made the event wonderful in all the places that it was - Blackberry and all at Sanctuary; the White Wolves - especially Thane; All the Earthquake faithful; All the eidolons - native and invader - for being awesome in my direction, and/or listening politely whilst I got all theological; everyone I tried to convert; Both of Bunni's characters for being funbugs; All at the daggers for giving me free drinks because my alter-ego works there... and I'm sure there's many more I've forgotten to mention.

So tired now!

And only 3 more left to go...  

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I may have done something rather inadvisable last night.... It may have involved not enough Fangria, the combined efforts of myself, [livejournal.com profile] safer666 and [livejournal.com profile] ramuth, and a copy of the Top Gear Challenges DVD. 

We have created a monster... The Top Gear Drinking Game.
I'm sure there are already versions of drink-along-with-Top-Gear out there, but this is ours. And I'm very very sorry.

The Rules:
Divide into three persons or teams. Each team is randomly allocated either Clarkson, May or Hammond.
Watch the DvD.
Drink at the appropriate moments, until no-one is safe to even go near a car, let alone drive it.

Everyone must drink when: 
  • The presenters graffiti, mess with, sabotage or "help" with each other's vehicles
  • One of the presenters addresses the viewer directly.
  • They reference another BBC program or presenter.
  • Someone is abandoned.
  • Whenever you see a golden challenge envelope.
  • Someone is particularly Un-PC in their humour.
  • The Stig is introduced.
  • They play music from the A-Team or someone says "cue the music"
  • Someone tempts fate by saying "How hard can it be?" or similar.
  • You hear the theme music.
  • Something is set on fire.
  • Law enforcement agencies (police, coastguard etc) appear.
Each team or person must drink when:
  • Their presenter's car breaks down.
  • Their presenter's nickname is mentioned.
  • Their presenter modifies their vehicle mid-challenge.
  • Their presenter wins the challenge.
The specific presenters also have drink conditions:

Clarkson: 
  • Whenever he uses superlative hyperbole ("I am the most miserable man alive!" etc)
  • Whenever he wields a hammer or power tool
  • Whenever he yells "Come On!!!"

May:
  • Whenever he swears, or mentions male genitalia. If he says "Oh Cock", drink twice.
  • Whenever anyone mentions or references The War.
  • Whenever he goes on about anything overly technical and dull. 

Hammond:
  • Whenever he loses his temper.
  • Whenever someone makes a joke about his height or teeth.
  • Whenever he's picky about food.

As if this weren't enough... there is also a Hard Mode. In this, in addition to the above rules, everyone drinks when:
  • Particularly Epic music plays
  • Your presenter giggles/laughs maniacally
  • Your presenter is bragging about their vehicle
  •  Any time anyone says the word "horsepower"
  • Continually drink during tech specs.
  • Whenever someone cheats.
  • The phrase "You blithering Idiot" is said.
  • Your presenter is running on telly.
May
  • Whenever James is singing
  • Whenever he gets lost
Hammond
  • Whenever Hammond Yells incoherently
  • or says "Brilliant!"


Put it this way, we ran out of Fangria before we ran out of DvDs...



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So, Skyrim!

Jokingly, Doug and I have started referring to this beast as the third person in our marriage. 

And I'm not sure why.... 

See, ok, it's good. There's nothing wrong with it, it's a decent game. 
I love the magic system - I love the look of the magic especially. Elder Scrolls has always been my one game where I really enjoy playing specifically mages*, and Skyrim is no different. I am loving my Breton with lightning in one hand and healery in the other. I cast like I'm in Saturday Night Fever. Hell yes. 

But the thing is, apart from the dragons, this is just like any other Elder Scrolls game. 
I have found myself impulsively stealing books and collecting Nirnroot and spending hours trying to find the one guy who can sell me a fricking bedroom only for some reason he doesn't have it any more, what the hell game? 
And I still can't climb the frelling** mountains, and spend hours looking for the sodding way to the top.
And I spend hours trying to find the sodding dungeon doorway or the way back out, or the way back in after I've lugged all my loot back to the shop and can now finish clearing out the rest of the dungeon... 

And through all of this I'm watching How I Met Your Mother *** and vaguely wondering why I care about these characters, or even if I care about them, with the possible exception of Lydia, my Housecarl, who is the most useless creature imagineable and who I hate with a fiery passion. So much that I'm leaving her at home. Housecarl? She's been demoted to housekeeper. This is mainly because I haven't figured out how to give her stuff so's I can make her my packhorse, so I don't have to do quite so many frelling runs back to the shops to unload my loot. 

God damn it, this is an annoyingly addictive game, and I don't know why, because it's no frelling different from any of the other Elder Scrolls games, apart from the fact that it is marginally prettier and I like the magic. So WHY CAN'T I STOP PLAYING IT???




Oh, also, Happy Christmas everyone!****

And New Year!

And all that Jazz!



*Oh, and also DA:O - but then I love everything in DA:O
**Yes I said "frelling", get over it.
***Which is Awesome, btw
****and/or whichever winterval festival you care to celebrate!

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