It’s just like every other camping trip – only with orks.
Hey, look at that, I’m back. And I suffered no more wounds than a twisted ankle, a lost bit of one front tooth, a bit of sunburn and several dozen horse fly bites. Of course I fell in battle a few times, and also during the transportation of the cage of Argus, leader – well, former leader – of the ostracised elements, but I got patched up by an army of healers and battle field doctors (and paramedics), so my character and I are all right.
I’m sorry if the following post is a bit unstructured and took me so long. There is so much I want to tell you and show you and so much that happened during the six days I was up there, and my mind still isn’t completely back here yet.
We – that is a friend and I, as most of us were already there – drove up to Brokeloh on Monday late in the afternoon and arrived in the evening. It rained a bit so we decided to pitch my tent the next morning. Conveniently we had another tent already pitched but still empty I could sleep in for that night, as the inhabitants weren’t due until Tuesday. I know now that I definitely prefer tents with built-in groundsheets. I am no fan of eight-legged tentmates, really, and not of winged ones, either.
The tent I camped in was a friends who camped with another friend so she had this one spare. Being alone in a tent on LARP is one of the best decisions one can make (even though in this case it was merely because other people didn’t come). You can come home in the evening and rise in the morning when you want to (both rather early in my case) without waking or bothering or annoying someone, dress without caring about rustling, take good-looking warriors/ healers/ messengers/ mages home with you (if you have the relationship status to match) without it being awkward, all these things. It makes the whole act of tent-living a lot more stress free.
As I mentioned my tent was supposed to be used by two people – I can tell from experience that this kind serves well for two people with lots and lots of luggage – so it actually was quite some waste of space. Time I get my own LARP tent already. I won’t complain, though, as I had an incredible amount of space to set up my stuff:
My bed was incredibly comfy. I actually slept better than at home, but I think it was the whole setting that was so good for me. Scoundrel even said I didn’t look so relaxed ever since he knew me. It’s really a vacation for the mind, too. By the way, yes, there’s a warm sleeping bag beneath that cotton sheet.
I already mentioned in other posts how much I love shopping for groceries. Going camping – or on LARP – isn’t an exception, but most of the time I throw over all my plans in the end and live on stuff from the huge tent town and market or forget to eat altogether except for breakfast. I took a pre-made meal with me for each day spent there, a bit of grilling stuff, a packet of mushrooms, two sweet potatoes (that ended up going home with me again) and a net of lemons that were the best idea I’ve ever had (I ate one entirely with peel after the final battle, several hours in the sun with very little water and lots of moving around after having nothing but a very small breakfast in the faraway morning. Honestly, it was the best thing I’ve ever eaten).
For breakfast I had oatmeal and grain coffee and soy milk and wraps and Nutella, wich is a pretty good selection. The wraps don’t get dry so fast and can be eaten with about everything.
We were a camping squad of fourteen plus three dogs in a camp of nearly thousand (of about nine thousand on the whole event). Earth Camp is really magnificent. I liked the ambience far better than that of Magic Camp last year, and even though it’s considerably bigger the atmosphere seemed far more familiar to me. It’s definitely a place to return to (although this might be difficult after this year’s events. I’ll be able to tell in 51 weeks.). On my way to the gate I came to talk to a little girl (little I say, she’s eleven) who had chosen to be on guard duty with two of her friends this year. How I envy children who grow up in a world like this! I always wanted to be a knight when I was little, I think I would have loved to be a knave for just one week of the year. Somehow I wound up with these three girls during a good time of three of the four days of playing, and I don’t regret it at all. They’re too sweet, and I’m really happy they weren’t too eager to grow up yet. I’m really looking forward to meet them again next year.
As I mentioned we arrived on Monday, but time-in wasn’t due until Wednesday evening. In the nearly two days inbetween I had the chance of meeting up with Scoundrel and Weirdboy who were at CoM too – as undead NSC. We went to town together – the Conquest of Mythodea is set in a military campaign on the fantastic continent of Mitraspera (aka. Mythodea) aka. “the summer campaigns” and as such has its own tent town that is basically a large renaissance fair with several taverns, tub businesses, shops and places to eat at and its own outskirts for the baggage, completely with in-time brothels, gangs, bards and everything the sore adventurer’s heart desires.
We found Weirdboy the ideal coat, a woolen justaucorps Scoundrel and I were adamant he needed. He looked so dashing in it he was a bit dumbstruck himself (he’d never admit that, though). There are just people who look great in these things. Scoundrel tried one, too, but said himself he’d need something more fancy and French-looking (his last name is a French one, it’s a bit more coherent if one knows that). Sadly they only had fancy ones for women, but after I tried on one of them I decided that this would finally be the year I’d sew one! I just neeeeeed one to make winter university days a little less dull…
I’ll make a cut here. To tell all tales of the last week would be a bit too much for just one post, and this is about everything I have to tell from before the summer campaigns started for real. Don’t worry, there will be at least a part two.
I hope all of you had a great start into August, too!