"Hang on." Cirrus leaned over from her perusal of Raphisto's latest delivery, dropped her bag on the counter, then picked up and tilted Korrigan's bottle into her beak, rolling the vessel carefully as she finished her pour to avoid a single drop spilled, liberating approximately a jigger's...

Just me, and I'm planning to.

"Well, we can skip when, where and why, probably how, so who are we trying to make nice with this time, and what would they want from some ragtag band of heroes? Figuratively speaking. Or actually, what exactly makes the Chaos Mountains earn its moniker? If they've got a copy of that elemental ...

Anyone on the west side looking to carpool next weekend? Nick wants to ride with Jared so they can PLOT, and I don't mind driving by myself, but I wouldn't mind the break either. Caveat is that I probably won't be ready to leave on Friday until 5pm. Bueller?

Feh, who needs sleep? Just drink absurd amounts of coffee, like me! *evil cackle*

The slightly indignant look on the Av'yana's face quickly vanished as the maps were displayed, and she just as quickly set one of the mugs on the ground near the first to snatch one closer to her. The three mugs made a neat cluster within the seated crouch she dropped into as she produced quill and ...

I'm down for $18 ($15 plus pancakes). If you don't get anyone else to help, I'm also more than willing to lend my skills in the kitchen. I can also bring my waffle iron if you're willing to let me play with your mix (probably just needs more sugar and oil for browning).

Cirrus worked through the crowd like a piraphin parting a shoal of brisling, though with far less carnage and confusion. The party was still young, after all. Despite her weaving and dodging, her head twisting to greet those she walked past, not a drop was spilled from the three mugs she carried. Th...

Cirrus waited until last to exit the wagon, despite being seated right near the door. Her eyes flicked quickly around the empty wagon, and she bent double to check beneath the benches. The Av'yana then jumped out the back, landing heavily enough to make a loud thump and raise a small splash of mud f...

Cirrus is playing with said magic box as Nellie, Malachi, and Korrigan say their piece. She twitches a piece back and forth between two right angle positions, and her feathers abruptly go from limp and dull to healthy and covered in butterflies. Her head cocks to the side, eyes narrowing slightly as...

Extremely satisfying event all around. It was exactly what I needed to get me out of a bit of a work/school induced funk, and I want to thank everyone who was there and helped me have such a good time. Pros: - Roleplay, as always. From screeching at the enemies in the crystal cave and Korrigan over ...

The food was great, perfect LARP meals. Food for me during events is such a dash affair anyway that I almost did *just* pancakes, but hunger really is one of the best sauces. I was so happy to see Bill up earlier than I was Saturday morning so I could drain half the coffee pot. :P If you want to rec...

I'd give the camp a 7 on a scale of 1 being my backyard and 10 being LARPLand. Pros: * The buildings are great and really add to the atmosphere. Awesome kitchen facilities, great benches and chairs with lots of seating in the main cafeteria. The Mansion house was spacious with dividable barriers, en...

From the book:

Spell packets may be no less than a 2-inch square and no larger than a 6-inch square.

I aim for about three inches myself. Cut a three inch by six inch rectangle, fold in half, sew up two sides.

Cirrus throws a look at "nothing gets fucked up along the way", but says nothing. She chomps another earthworm before pulling her left hand up in a vague imitation of a child raising her hand at the Brandybrook Academy. "You got a place in mind for us to crash? Or we just pick an inn ...