Drachenfest 2011

For the last months I've been very busily coordinating a group of 30 elves to go to Drachenfest. And dare I say it: despite all the stress beforehand, the logistic nightmares and even doubts of how long I would be able to lead them before collapsing: it was all worth it.

We had a brilliant camp with livingroom, a good and well-stocked kitchen, and several crafts places. And we certainly made an impression in the Green Camp. Especially when we put our money where our mouths were, and very nearly conquered the Green flag back from Red at 4 in the morning, only losing it due to a rule-technical error.

As a group, we were feared and respected. We definitely showed once again that Dutch Roleplayers are a great bunch to hang out with and that we have interesting ideas to generate play. We made quite an impression and we had a great time.

Pictures and story to follow, but the logistical nightmare is not yet at an end (I have to drive to Hilversum several times to pick up our things) and most of this week will be filled with the new house as well.

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Krasse Elben!

Drachenfest safety

We lost a lot of arrows on Drachenfest. Luckily we found most of the broken ones back. The reason we stopped shooting is because we lost some 50 arrows in one day, getting them back mostly with broken shafts.
Part of it was also that people shot back our arrows. You're not allowed to shoot an arrow that is not your property, especially at DF, since the chance for injury is so great. It's not your property, so you can't be held responsible if something goes wrong either. We informed spielleiting us much as possible when this happened.

After time out we confiscated a weapon from SL Rainer that was too hilarious. Everyone: if you can do this with your polearm, it's definitely not a safe weapon to use on anyone.

(Please excuse the gibberish. That's Dutch we're talking. And if you're looking for me, I'm wearing a grey longsleeve, a green shawl around my neck and have dreads. My voice was (and is) still a prisoner of the Red).
Needless to say, any weapon like this would be confiscated at a Dutch larp and you probably wouldn't get it back.

Mostly, the main concern is Germans hitting you in the wrong places and hitting you too hard. I got an arrow to the head (it bounced off the dreads, lucky for me), a dwarven throwing hammer between the eyes, and Keffie was sent to the hospital because some lousy Red warrior beat him in the abdomen too hard and too often and he'd had surgery two months previous.
Lucky for us, no big injuries and most of the inconvenience is a few bruises and some wasp stings. It could have been much worse; we know running is a good option.