Was it this morning the Broken Council characters were finally available? I think so, though memory is blurred. Players had had a day or so to read the densely-printed rules and background book; most of my associates had better things to do, and so we went into the game fresh.
Due to oversleeping and an American breakfast, I missed various cultural seminars that were on offer this morning: Malkionism, Imther, maybe more. Anyone able to summarise what happened?
Halfway through the game, Trollish atrocities caused the death of myself (Khorzanelm the Magnificent), my wife, and my warlord. MOB reacted with exemplary speed, crowning himself as the Darjiin Usurper Mathiman I. (Known to history as "Mathiman the Impaler"). For the rest of the game I acted as my own five-year-old son, with neither cards nor objectives, and enjoyed myself even more than before. Sadly, wimpish backpeddling on the part of referees and Dara Happan nominees prevented the (female) Nysalor from receiving the Gold Member that was rightfully his, while at the last minute I was throttled (with a Golden Cord) by Wahnakar, the Foam-Rubber Bison Lord, foiled in my ambition to become the biggest prick in Peloria.
Pleasant digressions in the latter half of the game: MOB and I managed to chat with Peter Michaels before his untimely departure, and swilled deeply of the bar's best bevvies while alone in the throne room, only interrupted by the visit of "Harold from the Council" (he said).
Best ankles of the Con undoubtedly belonged to my wife, Penemara, seductively played by Jim Ausman. Best underpants-outside-trousers were worn by Palangio, my Iron Vrok Lord, ably played by Dennis Hoover. Best shaved-head-with-too-many-legs were attached to Cragspider the Firewitch, creepily played by Anne Merritt (Sandy Petersen was a runner-up in this category, having disappointingly few limbs). There were far too many *staggeringly* good costumes to mention individually: why do you think I want photos? (BTW, what is it about freeforms that makes otherwise sane people shave their heads to participate? Beats me...)
I greatly enjoyed playing Promidius, the Count's "dirty little pillow-biter" (of Garhound fame); what with that performance, my "wife" Jim, and Khorzanelm's "Bugger Underling" card, it's no surprise those Yelmoes have such an odd reputation. Seeing the PCs' names from our run of Gaumata's Vision (aka "Massacre at Black Rock") recycled by those thrifty Californian/Australians was also a thrill.
Strangely, there were no closing ceremonies, presentations, etc. Shannon and Eric disappeared some time after noon (perchance to sleep?), leaving the rest of us to linger on and amuse ourselves as best we could.
We eventually stopped after realising that American police carry guns and shoot foreigners without overmuch compunction. Another Con-goer nobly saved me from the ignominy of habitual last-night drunkenness by consuming the bulk of the Goldschlager before it reached me, in a heroic performance worthy of Seithenin ap Seithin Saidi with the Wine of Noah. Over other events of the last night (Mike & Danny...), I shall draw a discreet veil, lifting it only to report Mary Evelyn Medway's comment:
"I was pretending to be horrified, so people wouldn't notice that I was horrified!"
So: *Big*Thanks* to the organisers, the players, the audiences, the other guests, and especially to the Canadian contingent (for bathtubs of beer and a great attitude). Wonderful meeting you all again (or for the first time); I can't wait for future RuneQuest Conventions, whether they're in Berlin, Melbourne, Chicago, Victoria, or *anywhere* else. But, a word to the wise: too many Cons dilute the broth...
End of Glorantha Digest V1 #111
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