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| LARP dryads do not look like this. Ever. |
So I spent the weekend running round in the woods, smiting monsters, trying to rescue distressed maidens out of trees (boy did THAT go badly), and managing on 3 hours sleep a night. I ache now, though my biceps are like rocks and I appear to have lost 5 lbs - probably all in sweat.
I do not ache as badly as Mr Ashbless, however, who upon seeing me bearing down upon him brandishing my staff, decided to run away instead of standing and dying like a snake-man should (Mr Ashbless' monsters always try to survive ... the wimps.) Haring off into the PITCH DARKNESS, he ran off the edge of the path and face-planted in a ditch full of brambles.
There was blood. He can't walk today :-(
*sigh*
And the moral of the story is - if your wife wants to smack your ass, it's safer to just let her.
But if you prefer to see my more decorous weekends, do pop over to Jennifer Denys' blog, where she spills some of the beans on what erotica writers chat about over tea and cookies :-)
Oh, my! Such an accident. As my husband says, though, that's what happens when you go adventurin'.
ReplyDeleteI hope poor Mr A is feeling better soon.
Thanks Jo.
ReplyDeleteI feel very sorry for him, but it was self inflicted. He should remember he can't actually see in the dark!
He was already hobbling by that point - you should feel ashamed for trying to beat up a cripple - lol!
ReplyDeleteAnd your picture caption is wrong - ALL LARP Dryads look like that (at least in my head, when I'm writing the scenario...! :)
ReplyDeleteStick to scrabble. You can always give double points for rude words.
I imagine dryads as having a shape defined by their tree-species. I'm not aware of many trees that top heavy...
:-D
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm crap at scrabble!