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abendgules) wrote2012-08-24 09:34 pm
abendgules) wrote2012-08-24 09:34 pm
Wet Raglan 2.5 - evening pas d'armes
...not quite at midnight anymore, we're all getting old.
This was a similar format to last year, where Sir Vitus laid out a broad 'path' of torches (1 hr burn) and four tenans (himself, Robert, Duncan Forbes and Sir Alaric) held the field, and the venans issued challenges as they met each tenan.
It meant a *lot* of fighting for the tenans, particularly as there seemed about 2x as many venans as last year.
Our own forces of Thamesreach include our two newcomers from last year (Ben and Al), Gabriel de Wyck, Elliot, and young Kate, never mind the newest fighters from Coventry, and the regulars from around the principality.
Aside from some very fine fighting, the excitement of the evening was provided by 'Kev', our collective Lochac mate, who nearly passed out at the sight of his own blood when he got a graze on the eyebrow, inside his helm. The prince thought he was concussed he was so woozy, and I went all round the houses finding appropriate event staff to treat him.
Kev was fine, in the end, but face wounds always bleed like crazy, and make everyone jumpy.
Navigating a puddle-filled castle in the dark, in Dutch clogs, is exciting all on its own!
This was a similar format to last year, where Sir Vitus laid out a broad 'path' of torches (1 hr burn) and four tenans (himself, Robert, Duncan Forbes and Sir Alaric) held the field, and the venans issued challenges as they met each tenan.
It meant a *lot* of fighting for the tenans, particularly as there seemed about 2x as many venans as last year.
Our own forces of Thamesreach include our two newcomers from last year (Ben and Al), Gabriel de Wyck, Elliot, and young Kate, never mind the newest fighters from Coventry, and the regulars from around the principality.
Aside from some very fine fighting, the excitement of the evening was provided by 'Kev', our collective Lochac mate, who nearly passed out at the sight of his own blood when he got a graze on the eyebrow, inside his helm. The prince thought he was concussed he was so woozy, and I went all round the houses finding appropriate event staff to treat him.
Kev was fine, in the end, but face wounds always bleed like crazy, and make everyone jumpy.
Navigating a puddle-filled castle in the dark, in Dutch clogs, is exciting all on its own!