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The Scribe was attacked by a Pesanta who attempted to steal her breath.
Ace dragged the limp body of the scribe to the Seneschal who transported the Scribe in a horseless carriage to a Technomage.
The Technomage used arcane magics to drive off the demon. This restored the Scribe but put Ace, the Scribe, and the Seneschal into a deep sleep from which they did not wake for an entire day.
The LARP started with waiting. Waiting leads to boredom. Boredom leads to ridiculous acts. The bored adventures decided it would be fun to bury Q-Tip in the snow. So they did. This took quite a long period of time to accomplish as Q-Tip is very tall. Once buried, Q-Tip rose from the ground as a zombie. The adventurers scattered. Fortunately, Q-Tip eventually recovered from his zombification.
This was good because now that the entire fellowship was gathered, they decided they needed some battle training, and Q-Tip was put in charge of dividing them into four 4-hero teams. The teams battled each other but they were not evenly matched as one 4-person team was entirely armed with the magical mystical Nerf weaponry while the others only carried swords and shields. But all was not lost. The sword fighters decided to team up against the Nerf carriers. The sword fighters eventually defeated the Nerf carriers but only with heavy losses.
Meanwhile, a group of bridgewalkers appeared and began to walk the bridge. Back and forth they walked, back and forth, back and forth. Never tiring. Never stopping. Always watching. The adventurers knew to be wary of these mysterious and powerful beings and so stayed far away from them.
After reviving their fellow heroes, the adventurers decided there had been enough bloodshed for one day and trekked to the Faraway Leaf Inn where they enjoyed good food, warm beverages, a cozy fire, and the best of company. One of their long-lost fellows soon joined them at the Faraway Leaf Inn and they rejoiced and drank and ate until they were summoned back to their home realms.
The ancient Sumerians had seven gods who decree, seven domes of the sky, seven gates to Kur, seven gallu demons dragging unfortunate souls through those gates to their dreary afterlife, and seven days in a week. The LARP had seven adventurers. It seemed fitting and right.
When the adventurers exited the warmth of a local tavern, they found that not only did no one know who was to be their most honored Storyteller, but that Lord Maul had summoned a massive blizzard and set it upon them. Snow swirled around them. A biting wind cut into their bones. The nearby hills were obscured by blowing snow.
Thankfully, one of their number knew of a unicorn who had the power to control the weather and could redirect the blizzard back towards Lord Maul. Bundling themselves warmly against the evil cold of Lord Maul’s storm, the adventurers quickly set off in search of this powerful being.
Unbeknownst to them, Lord Maul had sent his minions to track and kill this unicorn. Knowing the adventurers would also be seeking it, these minions had obscured the path of the unicorn, making it difficult for the adventurers to track the beast. The adventurers followed multiple false trails, and along the way, they also found evidence of a bitter fight between the unicorn and two of Lord Maul’s Angels of Death. Worried about the safety of the beast, they pressed onward despite the biting wind and bone-chilling cold, eventually discovering the unicorn hiding among the White Oaks.
The unicorn, upon hearing that the storm was set upon the world by dark magic, agreed to use her own bright magic to redirect the storm back towards Lord Maul’s domain. Unfortunately, shifting the direction of such a powerful and magical storm would take a bit of time, so the unicorn advised the adventurers to seek shelter in the Faraway Leaf Inn to wait out the worst of the weather battle. There the adventurers stumbled upon a werewolf who slaughtered several villagers. After several battles, the adventurers eventually defeated the beast.
It should be noted that the Scribe’s attempt to subcontract the writing of the synopsis for Winter LARP #2 was not handled professionally, with the result that the story was eventually lost to posterity. The Scribe regrets the error.
It should also be noted that evil pixies invaded the home of Ace and swiftly rendered him incapable of meeting his fellow adventurers for Winter LARP #3 and then, after a brief respite in which Ace and his fellow adventurers joyfully celebrated the shortest day of the year with wild revelry and downhill sledding, the pixies again set upon both Ace and the Scribe, rendering them too weak to attend to their duties for Winter LARP #4.
