08-16-2015, 06:12 PM
I didn't realize you guys were mist marauders until someone told me Sunday morning. I thought they lived on boats with vampire captains and etc. Remember Hallows last year? Were the orc and goblin tabards and masks supposed to rep dead goblins and orcs? We assumed they were alive and asleep, and I didn't understand why they were living with mist marauders, which I didn't know were mist marauders until the next day.
That's just insight into the mind of a PC. Don't answer any questions - I'll find out in game.
This event was fun, and this year is turning into an exercise in sleep deprivation. But as long as Brian can do it, I will not be bested.
I won't comment on mods and plot because as you can see above, I was a sweaty, cramping, fat, delirious piece of shit all weekend and in no position to take in and enjoy the artistry of what happened. And there was artistry, combat mods at Ralinwood are always exceptional (coming from someone who has to write many of them and knows first hand that it is not easy like players think).
I was almost bit bitter around Saturday night at just how difficult things seemed to be on me, and maybe only me?, and I was wondering how other players didn't have all these issues with breaches and getting slayed a million times and whatnot.
Almost.
Instead I will say that there was a moment today when I sat at the tavern waiting for the Brigadier and looked around, and realized I was town's problem this weekend. It was like coming out of the shock-horror moment of a movie like Platoon and being dropped into Lord of the Rings. All around me I saw nigh-immortal races that lived for centuries, those wielding the power of the gods, mages who could alter the mind and shape the elementals, a half-zombie necromancer, vikings with greatswords that cut twice as deep as my longsword, people that could kill me in a heartbeat. I'm pretty sure I saw an elf archer surf a shield down a staircase at one point?
And I was just a man with a sword.
Who wasn't particularly good at using his sword.
Wearing an oversized hat.
So basically I probably deserved to get my shit pounded in for 8 hours on and off from trolls, giant orcs, basilisks, beings of pure shadow, etc.
Tl;dr Great event, I need to practice how to make fight and be less of a fat nerd.
That's just insight into the mind of a PC. Don't answer any questions - I'll find out in game.
This event was fun, and this year is turning into an exercise in sleep deprivation. But as long as Brian can do it, I will not be bested.
I won't comment on mods and plot because as you can see above, I was a sweaty, cramping, fat, delirious piece of shit all weekend and in no position to take in and enjoy the artistry of what happened. And there was artistry, combat mods at Ralinwood are always exceptional (coming from someone who has to write many of them and knows first hand that it is not easy like players think).
I was almost bit bitter around Saturday night at just how difficult things seemed to be on me, and maybe only me?, and I was wondering how other players didn't have all these issues with breaches and getting slayed a million times and whatnot.
Almost.
Instead I will say that there was a moment today when I sat at the tavern waiting for the Brigadier and looked around, and realized I was town's problem this weekend. It was like coming out of the shock-horror moment of a movie like Platoon and being dropped into Lord of the Rings. All around me I saw nigh-immortal races that lived for centuries, those wielding the power of the gods, mages who could alter the mind and shape the elementals, a half-zombie necromancer, vikings with greatswords that cut twice as deep as my longsword, people that could kill me in a heartbeat. I'm pretty sure I saw an elf archer surf a shield down a staircase at one point?
And I was just a man with a sword.
Who wasn't particularly good at using his sword.
Wearing an oversized hat.
So basically I probably deserved to get my shit pounded in for 8 hours on and off from trolls, giant orcs, basilisks, beings of pure shadow, etc.
Tl;dr Great event, I need to practice how to make fight and be less of a fat nerd.
OOG: Constantine Collias