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A short Egil’s Report:
So first I’d like to say how proud I am of our household’s fighters. Gabriel was second in the Holmgang, yours truly was fourth. Of the four semi-finalists in the Double Elimination Tourney, three were from Caer Lutris: me, Vesta and Miklos. Vesta beat Miklos, I eliminated Vesta, though only after a double-kill. Then I met the other finalist, Duke Tjorkil, who eliminated me. Oh, well. Second place is honorable, I demonstrated my prowess and chivalry, most of those reading this know how that speech goes.
Then Vesta won the Zombie tournament!
Although we had a few sun breaks (including during the entire Holmgang), it rained an awful lot. Our camp was one of the least affected, since we’re up a bit and on a hard, rocky base. House Oldenmoor, the royal camp, was a pit. The McPhersons camp looked like “Mud Wrestlers From Outer Space Meet the Mexican Mole Women”. Some of the camps in the wooded areas looked even worse. I daresay everyone had a good time, though it is hard to be sure, since the rain put a damper on the usual roaming: most parties had few visitors. See hrothgar1’s post for more about that.
I will refrain from commenting on the parking lot, other than to say that Miklos and I each pulled our trailers out without getting stuck. Then again, we did not drive directly into knee-deep mud and then gun the engine when we started to slide. Yes, I saw two truck-and-trailer rigs where the driver did just that. One guy did it while the guy in front of him was still stuck. URRgh!
On the other hand, the sun came out on Monday and almost all our canvas came down dry. Rained like hell while I was unloading the last trips worth, but no harm done. Another good weekend in the memory bank.
So first I’d like to say how proud I am of our household’s fighters. Gabriel was second in the Holmgang, yours truly was fourth. Of the four semi-finalists in the Double Elimination Tourney, three were from Caer Lutris: me, Vesta and Miklos. Vesta beat Miklos, I eliminated Vesta, though only after a double-kill. Then I met the other finalist, Duke Tjorkil, who eliminated me. Oh, well. Second place is honorable, I demonstrated my prowess and chivalry, most of those reading this know how that speech goes.
Then Vesta won the Zombie tournament!
Although we had a few sun breaks (including during the entire Holmgang), it rained an awful lot. Our camp was one of the least affected, since we’re up a bit and on a hard, rocky base. House Oldenmoor, the royal camp, was a pit. The McPhersons camp looked like “Mud Wrestlers From Outer Space Meet the Mexican Mole Women”. Some of the camps in the wooded areas looked even worse. I daresay everyone had a good time, though it is hard to be sure, since the rain put a damper on the usual roaming: most parties had few visitors. See hrothgar1’s post for more about that.
I will refrain from commenting on the parking lot, other than to say that Miklos and I each pulled our trailers out without getting stuck. Then again, we did not drive directly into knee-deep mud and then gun the engine when we started to slide. Yes, I saw two truck-and-trailer rigs where the driver did just that. One guy did it while the guy in front of him was still stuck. URRgh!
On the other hand, the sun came out on Monday and almost all our canvas came down dry. Rained like hell while I was unloading the last trips worth, but no harm done. Another good weekend in the memory bank.
