Once again, the game took place in a mountain lodge. The food was excellent, offering everything from wild boar to the famous fried porcini mushrooms. This event also provided a valuable lesson for LARP organizers: when food and drink are involved, it’s best to pause the game. People get caught up in enjoying themselves, and a scenario where a character arrives and kills another during dinner just ends up being ignored by all the players. It’s more like, “Oh look, someone just died violently next to us… lovely, back to eating.”
At the time, I was watching Farscape, and for the necromancer character I was about to play, I decided to base my performance on Scorpius. I believe I played the role well and entertained everyone with my acting—if nothing else, by the end of the game, I had the distinct impression that everyone wanted to kill me, which I actually liked.
This medieval fantasy LARP also featured a tournament in which I won my first two fights. Then came a match where the judge made an incorrect ruling. Thankfully, I was wearing a mask, which hid my growing, mega frustration. I didn’t yell about the unfairness to avoid ruining the game, but here I am, years later, still remembering that bullshit moment. At the time, I was also practicing Kendo, so the fact that someone “beat” me in sword fighting pissed me off even more.
In photo: Bard in blue and yellow Zvonimir Barać and on the right Sven Nemet. In the backgound Leon.
The entire atmosphere was enhanced by a player who played the flute beautifully.
Oh, and there was also a bit of a disaster. Which was of course connected with me.
During one fight, I threw a knife at Ravion’s eyebrow. First off, you’re not supposed to aim for the head—something I completely forgot in the chaos of fight. But the real problem was that I had received those throwing knives from a guy who had been to another LARP, and they weren’t up to standard, which neither I nor anyone else had checked. Turns out, they were weighted with batteries, so they flew very accurately—right where I aimed. Naturally, the eyebrow split open, covering his head in red. Sorry.
