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PostSubject: Krigshjärta   Krigshjärta EmptyTue Aug 25, 2009 11:49 am

I know a lot of people are curious about how the larp I went to this weekend went, so I thought it'd be easier to simply make a thread about it instead of telling the same stories over and over again Smile

The name of the larp was Krigshjärta 3: Gryningsrike (Warheart 3: Dawnland). As the name suggests, it was the third part in a campaign. The larp has a very well developed world and lore, but I won't go into too much detail. We play our character 24h/day, everything we do is done in character, unlike some larps in other countries, so it becomes very intensive.

First, some photos!

Most of these are of my group, before and after the larp. We've even got some photos of our very wonderful tent where we lived and spent most of our evenings. http://www.flickr.com/photos/spiiph/sets/72157622134109396/

Trolls! These guys were awesome. https://s234.photobucket.com/albums/ee211/Troll_Angwi/KH3/

Lots and lots of photos, most of them taken directly after the larp ended. http://www.flickr.com/photos/naudiz/sets/72157622129349172/ So many people in awesome gear. And some photos of our defenses (Krigshjärta being a war larp and all, there were fortifications, cannons and all sorts of fun stuff Smile )
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PostSubject: Re: Krigshjärta   Krigshjärta EmptyTue Aug 25, 2009 11:55 am

In the following posts I'll put a number of shorter stories that describe my most memorable scenes from the larp, written from the perspective of my character.

Some things that might need to be explained:

The brotherhood of the Black Sun: The group I belonged to. They are, to put it simply and short, arabian inspired pirates. They are known all over the world for their brutality and even their allies fear them. They leave their ships some times to go to land and fight in wars and such, if the pay is good enough. Many of the members of the Brotherhood have been picked up somewhere along the way, either because they were lawless and had nowhere else to turn, or were skilled enough to be forced to join. There are those born into the brotherhood though, on the gigantic clan ships that sail the seas far away somewhere. My character was born into the brotherhood, and this was her first real experience with land, war and a number of other things.

Al-Dabeyoun: The sub group of the Brotherhood that I belonged to. The Brotherhood is pirates loosely held together by a shared culture, Al-Dabeyoun is the specific ship/family my character belonged to.

Skaegi: Another group, who the Brotherhood were loosely allied with during this larp. They were kinda like vikings, at least visually. Most of them hate the Brotherhood with a passion, and only accept their help because they had no other choice.

Cordovia/cordovians: Our enemies during the larp. Cordovia is an island with a lot of history (the previous two larps in the campaign has dealt a lot with this) I won't explain it too much here, since I don't remember all that much of the details right now.
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PostSubject: Re: Krigshjärta   Krigshjärta EmptyTue Aug 25, 2009 12:12 pm

My name is Al-Dabeyoun Amina. I am a daughter of the black sun. The feared ones. The ruthless pirates. The only people in the world to be truly free. Free to follow the winds, do what they wish, take what they want and never answer to anyone they didn't choose on their own.

At least that is what I always thought.

My mother is also a daughter of the black sun, but once upon a time she was born as something else. What, I don't know. You don't ask about things like that. But she never forgot it all. Somewhere in her heart, there was a piece of the homeland and people she left behind.

I had five older brothers. All of them skilled warriors who bring pride and honour to my mother. But I, the daughter, would be the best. With the stories of my great deeds, her life would be completed. But it didn't go that way. I have betrayed my mother, my family, my ship. I left them all behind.

I was a daughter of the black sun.

Now I'm just Amina.

And I'm finally completely free.

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I hadn't been on the ship for long yet. I knew I had to learn fast. Not do any mistakes, I had so much to live up to. But I felt like a clumsy goose beside all the scarred, experienced warriors. But I would learn. Given some time, everything would be all right. It was a safe place to learn. They were family after all, just as much as my mother and brothers. As long as I got used to life on the ship. everything would be fine. Just as long as I not made a fool of myself, that would disappoint my mother.

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It was evening. We sat in the tent, and everything was nice. I played a board game with someone... Was it Smilodon? I lost, but we laughed and had fun. Quabtan Akki handed out cookies and glasses of wine. It would be a nice evening.

Then they led him into the tent. Mosta. I had never met him before, he had left the ship long before I came around. As far as I understood, he had left to seek riches elsewhere and had returned now, many years later. Returned empty handed. He was on his knees right by the opening in the tent, without his shirt. Together with him Kálag entered. She was his mothers sister, I had heard. She held a whip in her hand.

When she spoke to him, her voice was soft, almost kind. She told him how she had missed him, how we were all happy to have him back. Then she asked him what he had brought back with him. He had to admit he was returning with nothing.

He looked so grim. I think he was frightened, that he knew what was coming. Kálag spoke to Akki. How many times should she whip him? Did we have any salt? Still the same soft voices, the same treacherously calm and friendly tone of voice.

I wanted to look away when she beat him, but I didn't dare. No one else seemed to react to what was happening. They ate their cookies and drank their wine and watched the punishment with about as much interest as they had watched my and Smilodon's board game.

He never cried out, not even when Selachim rubbed salt into the open wounds. I could never have been that strong.

What if it had been me?

When they were finished Akki spoke to him, smiling kindly. It was over now. As long as he behaved the following day, all was forgotten and he could come back to us as normal again.

And that's what everyone did. Nothing extraordinary had happened. I wanted to talk to him. To comfort him, maybe. Show that I had seen his pain, even though he had fought so hard to hold it back. Show compassion. But once again I didn't dare. What if someone saw. Better to do as everyone else.

But now I knew for sure that there was no room for mistakes. Never allow people to see my weaknesses, my fear. Never do anything to cause me to one day be in his place
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PostSubject: Re: Krigshjärta   Krigshjärta EmptyTue Aug 25, 2009 12:25 pm

There's a certain safety in the mask I wear. To pull the fabric up over my face to hide everything but my eyes, to hide my identity.

Then no one can see me.

They see the black sun.

And the step aside. I walk with my back straight towards my destination, and they all step aside to make room.

If they only knew who I really am. Then they would never move. Then I would be the one carefully stepping out into the mud to leave the dry path free.

Some times I think I understand the pride in being one of the black sun. The sensation of power that comes with being feared.

I think I could learn to like it.

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It rained so much, and it was so cold.

I had gained permission to go to the houses of the resident skaegi alone and see if there was a fire I could warm myself by there. I was nervous, I didn't know how they would react on someone like me coming so close to their home and family.

They would probably drive me off. Back into the rain. Should I threaten them then? Scare them into doing what I wanted? Probably. Maybe it even could work.

But when I got there, nothing was as expected. I was welcomed. Offered a place by the firepan placed under the roof in the yard, where I could warm myself and dry my clothes. I was thoroughly surprised at being spoken to so kindly. Couldn't they see what I was?

I stood by the fire for a long time. All my clothes were so wet that it felt like I had been dipped in the lake. A group of skaegi warriors came to the fire as well. They spoke to me, just as kindly as the others. One of them helped me hold my clothes by the fire to dry faster. Not one of them was threatening, or seemed nervous because of my presence.

Much later, after they had left, I sat alone by the fire. All left to dry was my shoes and socks. The rain had ended and the sky was lighter. One of the residents had offered me a bowl of soup, which I had already almost emptied. Then the sun broke through the clouds, and I heard a bird sing somewhere among the trees.

Maybe it was because I was warm and dry for the first time in a long while, but everything felt so good. So right. So peaceful.

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I lay on my back in the grass by our post. The sun warmed my face and I listened to the sound of the wind in the treetops. I was just the right kind of relaxed. Not sleepy, but almost.

When we first left the ship I had a hard time getting used to not having the rolling waves under my feet. It had been many days before I got used to it. But now it didn't feel weird anymore. Here, surrounded by the whispering trees, it felt right.

Without thinking it through first I opened my mouth and pointed out to no one in particular that one could probably get used to this, after all. That the sound of the wind in the leaves was pretty nice, actually.

The laughed at me.

Someone asked what my mother would say, should she hear me speak like that.

But I was just telling the truth. I should have known better, should have had sense enough to stay silent. I wouldn't make that mistake again.

But in the warm sun and with the smell of forest around me, I felt good.
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PostSubject: Re: Krigshjärta   Krigshjärta EmptyTue Aug 25, 2009 12:45 pm

We stood by our fortification and waited for an attack that never came. I had a sword and a shield in my hands, but stood way back in the corned between the tower and the stockade. In front of me stood quabtan ((captain)), Akki.

Suddenly I was filled with an overwhelming urge to strike her unprotected back. One hit even from me would be enough to slay when she stood so close, completely unaware.

It surprised me, I didn't normally feel such a thirst for blood. It was foreign, tempting. What would happen if I actually did it?

I would die. I was surrounded by the others. They would instantly turn against me. It was madness to even think of it.

And why would I kill my captain? She was a good captain, even I knew that. She was good to us, even if the punishments were hard for failures. But somewhere deep inside I realised that I hated her. Hated them all.

I stood still for a long time and watched her back, but I never found the courage to actually lift my sword.

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It was windy. Alternately hot sun and chilly winds.

I was in the tower again. It seemed to have become my permanent task. Nothing to complain about, really. My feet hurt from standing for so long. If I sat down, I couldn't keep watch anymore. But rather hurting feet that being sent into battle and die with a sword or arrow in my chest.

I felt tired. I listened to the conversations of the others without feeling that I had anything to add. Somewhere there was always a gnawing worry that I would say something wrong. That they would realise how wrong all my thoughts and feelings were.

They all seemed so nice and friendly. Like a real family. Some times I almost believed it myself. Like when we sat in the tent and laughed and Khanzee's bad attempts at creating music. But I knew better now.

Now I knew that all that warmth and kindness was nothing but a thin surface, that hid their true faces. THat they could turn around instantly and show the monsters they really were. Like when the captured cordovian was dragged into our tent in the middle of our conversation. Then the monsters crept forth. Viciously laughing, enjoying torturing the poor man. And as soon as he was gone, everything was as if nothing had happened. The laughter became normal, the jokes went on as before. But it was all a lie, I knew that now.

Was I the only one who could see it?

Then she turned up, from where I don't know. A skaegi climbed into the tower with me, Janna. At first I didn't know if I was allowed to talk to her. I probably shouldn't. But I was so curious. I wanted to know more about her, more about her people who had been so nice to me despite what I was.

And she turned out to be just as nice. We were in the tower for hours. We kept watching out for wolves ((the Wolf Guard, part of the Cordovian army)), but there weren't any today. And we talked. Even laughed. I was constantly afraid that she'd been forced to leave. I could hear the edge in Akki's voice when she asked if I still kept watch, or if I just stood up there chatting. She probably disapproved. I should keep to the family, not waste my time on other people. But I liked Janna. Despite just meeting her she felt like a friend, someone to trust.

When we went separate ways later she had invited me to visit the camp where she lived, to meet the rest of her people. I really wanted to go, but how would I gain permission to do that? Would I even dare to ask?

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Dusk.

The fire crackled, but refused to burst into enough flames to bring any light to speak of. At least the embers gave warmth.

The others had marched on to the fron to attack the cordovians. I, with my injured ankle, had stayed behind to prepare for their return.

I was afraid. How many of my brothers and sisters would fall tonight?

Then I heard the cannons. The thunder and explosions from large and small gunpowder weapons. The war roars, attack screams.

It had begun.

Many of the angry roars soon turned into cries of pain. Tormented shrieks of death.

Everyone sounds the same when they die. Then it doesn't matter what you were born to, what you were until the moment you died. We all died the same.

A song suddenly came to me. Something my mother sang to me when I was little. I didn't know it's origins, but it was a lamentation. A song about weeping for the dead, of the silence on the field of battle once the clatter of weapons has faded.

And I sang. Sang alone in the dark by my glowing fireplace. Sang for the dead and the dying, for the lives that would go out tonight.

Maybe I even sang for my brothers and sisters.
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PostSubject: Re: Krigshjärta   Krigshjärta EmptyTue Aug 25, 2009 1:11 pm

Later the same evening. The battle is over now.

My brothers and sisters came back to our fortification. Ther were mostly unharmed, intoxicated by battle, blood and victory.

I tried to cheer with them.

I didn't hear exactly what would happen. Something about collecting our payment and celebrating. The last thing I wanted to do tonight was to sit in the tent and pretend to be like them.

It was dark. When we started back towards the camp it wasn't hard to fall behind and eventually halt entirely.

In the crossroad I met Janna. I had feared that she would have been killed, but she was all right. He friend Egil was worse off. He had been seriously injured, among other things a blow to the head that had left him confused and disoriented. He was delirious and didn't seem to know entirely where he was.

Janna needed to return to the crossroads. I stayed with Egil. We sat on a log by the muddy road in the darkness. Injured and joyously victorious people passed by, but I only spoke to the boy beside me. I didn't dare anything else. What if he died? I had to keep him concious.

He looked so young. Perhaps it was his light curly hair that did it, but I got the feeling that it was just a boy I had by my side, not the man his armour and axe claimed that he was.

I caressed his hair and spoke to him. Asked about his home, about his family. And he told me. I heard the love in his voice when he described the home he had left behind to come to the war, the home he would return to when the war was over. If he was still alive.

I told him that he wouldn't die tonight. He just needed some rest. I described how he would wake up with dawn tomorrow and watch the sun rise over the lake by his camp. If I sounded convincing enough, maybe it would become true.

He answered that he wanted that, that it sounded nice. He sounded so innocent. In his confused state he didn't even remember why he had gone into battle, only that someone had hurt him and that he was now in pain.

And I cried.

I couldn't stop it. Suddenly I loved him. Suddenly he symbolised all the innocent lives the war had cost, all the familes that had been torn apart, all the blood that had been spillt in vain. And I wanted to set it all right.

But what was I? I was part of the evil that might cause him to never again see the happy home he had described to me. When the war was over I had no home to return to. No, we would move on to the next trouble spot, the next war, the next chance to earn a few silver by killing. I was just as much the monster I've seen in my brothers and sisters, and I wished so sincerely that I had ever been given the choice to be something else.

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Much later the same evening, in the skaegi camp by the lake.

Janna had found me and Egil by the road again. We had made our way through the darkness to the camp, and she had offered me to stay for the night. I was tempted to accept, but feared what would await me in my own camp if I decided to disappear for an entire night without telling anyone.

I sat at the end of one of the logs around their fire. It was almost completely dark, their fire refused to grow. I was afrad again. Janna hadn't really told anyone I was there, at least not when I was her.

I had been there for a long time now. What if one of them suddenly spotted me? Saw that I was one of the black sun. It could turn out so very wrong. I was also afraid of what awaited me in my own camp. I had knowingly snuck off without telling anyone. Did they miss me yet? What would happen when I returned?

I sat silent, tried to not draw any attention to myself. I liked listening to them. there were many similarities between this camp and an evening in the one I came from. The relaxed talk and jokes, passing glasses and bottles to eachother. But there were no monsters under the surface here, threatening to come forth and ruin everything.

I heard that they would send a messenger to the other camp, and asked Janna to make it so that I could go with them. As much as I wanted to, I didn't dare stay much longer.

When we got up to walk over and talk to the two that would go to the camp I was really nervous. But I didn't have to be. They acted as kindly as Janna did. The man I had learned was their quabtan, or something similar, came to talk to the messenger, and also spoke a few words with me. He didn't even sound threatening or suspicious. I couldn't understand why, but I felt so very relieved.

He talked to the others about a dawn raid against the cordovians the next day. I listened fr a while to their plans, and when they mentioned the notherns skaegi.. kathorians? katarians?... I suddenly remembered something I had heard earlier during the day. There had been fighting between that groud of skagei and the black sun, and I had heard whispers of a dawn attack against them to get revenge. We would probably attempt to kill them all.

In a second I had made up my mind. I told them about the plan, warned them. I knew no details, didn't even know if it would really happen, but right at that moment it felt like the right thing to do to try to sabotage the attack. Would it save any innocents? I didn't know. I was aware that I didn't know the full story about the conflict. But right then it didn't matter, it felt like the right thing to do.

If anyone in the brotherhood ever found out what I had just done I would die.

Probably slowly and painfully.

But it felt right, and it was the first time in a very long time.

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The final battle.

Amina participated in the battle, fought alongside with her brothers and sisters.

She very soon got the arrow of a crossbow in her belly and fell to the ground. Few saw that her sturdy leather belt took most of the impact.

When Al-Dabeyoun gathered again after the battle Amina was no longer among them.

It had been a large and chaotic battle. The forest and road were littered with dead and dying.

Probably no one saw the lonely woman of the black sun that made her way from the battlefield alone, her hand pressed to the bleeding wound in her belly.

She would find her new skaegi friend and see if she had spoken the truth, when she had told Amina to come to her if she ever needed help.

She wouldn't return to the ship. She had seen more of the world now. She had seen that there were other lives to live.

She wanted to be free.
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PostSubject: Re: Krigshjärta   Krigshjärta EmptyTue Aug 25, 2009 3:25 pm

whoa, that looks amazing.

Fantastic photos and loved the write up Smile
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PostSubject: Re: Krigshjärta   Krigshjärta EmptyTue Aug 25, 2009 4:48 pm

It really was amazing. I still haven't completely put Amina behind me, which is why I won't be on wow tonight either.

Tomorrow I move to Uppsala, and I'm not entirely sure when I'll get internet in my new apartment. I should have it before the weekend. Then I'll be back and ready to play Ryleen again. Smile

Also, more photos. Some really great ones in here: http://picasaweb.google.com/Vibbesbilder/Krigshjarta3#



Does it get any better than this?
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PostSubject: Re: Krigshjärta   Krigshjärta EmptyTue Aug 25, 2009 8:25 pm

awesome write up, and kick ass pictures- I larped earlier in the year, but cant afford to go to england for our main event- maybe next year my swedish will be good enough to join a system over here?
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PostSubject: Re: Krigshjärta   Krigshjärta EmptyTue Aug 25, 2009 8:30 pm

I think you'll find swedish larps to be very different from english ones. At least from what I've heard about english larping. Smile

I'm not entirely sure what you mean by joining a system, but I'm sure most people who arrange larps would be willing to come up with a way for you to participate even if you'd rather speak english. A character from some far off land that speak another language, maybe? Most swedes speak good english, so it shouldn't be a problem, really.
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PostSubject: Re: Krigshjärta   Krigshjärta EmptyTue Aug 25, 2009 8:42 pm

I'm studying Swedish a lot at the moment, so jag hoppas naste ar jag kan talar bra svenska or least pidgeon swelol..... squak (and blame the lack of swedish keyboard on the lack of dots and o's over a's!)

The 24 hour system would be quite differant for sure though we do have 24 hour systems. I don't really know where else it may differ though it sounds as though you're more PvP whereas the system I currently play is a little more like PvE. By system I mean... organisation I guess- we have a few main ones here, then lots of little ones.
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PostSubject: Re: Krigshjärta   Krigshjärta EmptyTue Aug 25, 2009 8:52 pm

PvE larp?

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PostSubject: Re: Krigshjärta   Krigshjärta EmptyWed Aug 26, 2009 5:52 am

Less fighting between the ranks, more of a fighting against a common enemy... but it does mean you have to step out of character for a few hours each day to 'monster' for the other factions.

*giggles at the lightning bolt*
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PostSubject: Re: Krigshjärta   Krigshjärta EmptyWed Aug 26, 2009 5:56 am

oh and putting characters back in your head after larp is haaaarrrrd
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PostSubject: Re: Krigshjärta   Krigshjärta EmptyWed Aug 26, 2009 9:15 am

Our battles look somewhat more impressive than that.. ^^ Though larping is very much something for the participants, not spectators.



Didn't participate in this one though.. A few minutes before it, I managed to step on a rock on the road and hurt my ankle. Sad I was behind the pallisade, ready to flee if they would break through.
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PostSubject: Re: Krigshjärta   Krigshjärta EmptyWed Aug 26, 2009 9:24 am

Looks like a lot off fun Ryleen
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PostSubject: Re: Krigshjärta   Krigshjärta EmptyWed Aug 26, 2009 11:08 am

2:05 in Ry's video: LEEROY JENKINS!
Our LARPs in Hungary are closer to the one Leaf posted. We even have GMs, who play multiple NPC roles, changing costume all the time. Smile
Not as if our costumes were that complicated:
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But I'd really love to try a 0-24 LARP, the way the Swedish do it!
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PostSubject: Re: Krigshjärta   Krigshjärta EmptyWed Aug 26, 2009 11:12 am

what really decides if they die or not? If they get hit by a sword they die? Was funny to see how people were just flailing wildly with their swords Very Happy And what were those arrows that zipped past? didnt look safe Razz Looked fun though.

Oh, and the people in the fort should've just stayed inside the palisades and been like the french in monty python.

"Prrrrfffth!"
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PostSubject: Re: Krigshjärta   Krigshjärta EmptyWed Aug 26, 2009 11:56 am

I often wondered that: how do you decide who is "dead", "wounded", "healed", "captured" etc? Is there a referee or games master?

Also, if I was in a fortress, I'd just sit inside blowing up the enemy outside Smile (provided I had enough food and water). Certainly looked like that from your video!
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PostSubject: Re: Krigshjärta   Krigshjärta EmptyWed Aug 26, 2009 2:22 pm

Pretty much what Quint and Oppy are wondering... I mean in the video that I posted you could hear someone yell "death" and then people died, but can't tell if that was a spell or not. xD

And in the video that Ryleen posted you could see people getting hit quite clearly over the chest and then hitting back, hardly hitting their opponent, after which the opponent falls down dead/wounded. Did the first guy have better armor? If so, how do you determine armor? I would be pissed if someone didn't play along after being clearly killed by me in a LARP. Maybe I'm too competitive. lol

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PostSubject: Re: Krigshjärta   Krigshjärta EmptyWed Aug 26, 2009 2:53 pm

I don't know how this went in Krigshjärta; but in the LARP I played we had "hit points": every player started with 3-6 hit points (depending on the "character class" - wizards had 3 hp, priests had 4, warriors had 5 or 6); if you got hit by a sword, you lost one hit point (unless if it was an enchanted sword, which dealt 2 hp damage); losing all your hit points, you are dead; priests or medics can return your hp-s after the battle. I, personally, didn't like the system, because it wasn't easy to decide which hit made you lose a hp, and there was no sign of how many hp-s you have, so much depended on the players' honesty.
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PostSubject: Re: Krigshjärta   Krigshjärta EmptyWed Aug 26, 2009 3:42 pm

Snicka wrote:
... so much depended on the players' honesty.
Exactly why I wouldn't be able to do it I think. Don't trust people!
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PostSubject: Re: Krigshjärta   Krigshjärta EmptyThu Aug 27, 2009 12:43 pm

In the UK LARP system I play, people start with 20 point characters (you spend these points on spheres of magic, weapon wielding abilities etc) but you're only one hit point to begin with - you improve your hit rating by taking armour wearing ability or body development.

We have refs, who keep things 'safe' and also to try twart people who have a tendancy to take hits and not go down.

There's a rule book and stuff, its all quite random.
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PostSubject: Re: Krigshjärta   Krigshjärta EmptyThu Aug 27, 2009 3:11 pm

the Krigshjärta system is fairly simple. The larp puts a lot of focus on impressive and good looking battles, and strict rules and winner instinct has to step aside. Better to die well than win badly. Armour does allow you to take a few more hits than non-armour, and it depends a little on what type of armour you're wearing. But there are no strict rules about exact numbers of hits to take or hp. It's up to each player to decide what will make the best scene. Since it's a war larp the rules are very forgiving about "death" as well, since you never truly die. You'll be on your feet again after one or a few hours, depending on your injuries and if you get medical care or not. Smile

The fortress isn't as safe as it might seem. Smile At a later battle, they had managed to construct a bridge and got around it. It doesn't have walls in the other direction, so they ended up surrounded and almost completely wiped out. (But my group picked up our cannon and ran off to save them! XD )

Yes, there are arrows flying a lot. But they're perfectly safe. They hurt way less than getting hit with a sword does. ^^ We have a lot of experience with making weapons safe.
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PostSubject: Re: Krigshjärta   Krigshjärta EmptyThu Aug 27, 2009 3:26 pm

Ryleen wrote:
the Krigshjärta system is fairly simple. The larp puts a lot of focus on impressive and good looking battles, and strict rules and winner instinct has to step aside. Better to die well than win badly. Armour does allow you to take a few more hits than non-armour, and it depends a little on what type of armour you're wearing. But there are no strict rules about exact numbers of hits to take or hp. It's up to each player to decide what will make the best scene. Since it's a war larp the rules are very forgiving about "death" as well, since you never truly die. You'll be on your feet again after one or a few hours, depending on your injuries and if you get medical care or not. Smile

Reminds me of one paragraph of your RP guide:

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Good RP comes before everything else.
Even your own character.
No, really, it's true! Your goal while roleplaying should ALWAYS be to make the RP the most fun and interesting possible, for everyone involved. This is the most difficult rule to remember.
It is very easy to get caught up in your character, and start seeing your character's goals as your own. While this might make your character happy if you succeed, it does not mean that you will be, or your fellow roleplayers for that matter.

The battle you showed is exactly a situation where the roleplayers have to put away their winning instincts and try to make the scene the best. Which is really, really difficult.
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