It never really rained at NWO events - there was a standing joke that when the referees ran events set in Constantinople, the Holy Land, Transylvania and Rome, they paid a huge amount of money to arrange Mediterranean sun - something that those of us who were wearing 12th Century Norman wool tunics found aided us immensely in roleplaying our discomfort and distress as the world fell apart around us.
But this weekend, the players thought that the referees had failed us. Even though we were meant to be in Constantinople on Easter weekend in 1204, it rained.
I knew differently.
For a lot of reasons, a lot of beautifully written, heart rending reasons, it was very important to me that it rained.
And as the corpse of Jarane Legator filius Ligeia, filia Agatheia, Primus ex Guernicus, Grand Quaesitor was laid in his grave, the rain gently fell onto my face.
To Ian, thank you from the bottom of my heart for the rain.
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
W.B. Yeats, The Second Coming
Lacrimosa dies illa
Qua resurget ex favilla
Judicandus homo reus.
Huic ergo parce, Deus,
Pie Jesu Domine,
Dona eis requiem.
W.A. Mozart, Requiem
Catch you all on the flip side.
It's only a couple of pages long, with a summary of the Houses, Tribunals and main issues facing the Order as we go into the Grand Tribunal, with a copy of the Code and a commentary on it on the back.
Hopefully people will find it useful - please feel free to point other people towards it.
You're making some signs which say "Quiet Room - please don't sleep in here if you know you snore" for a forthcoming Ars Magica freeform and you make sure that the signs use the Goudy Old Style and Marmyadose fonts.
You know you're really a muppet when ...
You know why the aforementioned muppet chose those two fonts.
Please contact your writer first; if they can't help, they'll pass it on to the most appropriate member of the team to help instead.
I had my first NWO writing dream last night - at least, the first one I remember. 6 character sheets to go and 5 weeks to write them in - the pressure is starting to build.
So in the dream one of the writers had dropped out for an unspecified reason (and I can't remember who the writer was, but it wasn't one of the actual writers) and pax_draconis rang me to persuade me to write an extra sheet.
As I recall, the sheet I turned in was actually a leather bound book, beautifully illustrated in the style of a medieval bible, with the character's name on the spine in gold leaf.
( And inside, in beautifully calliagraphed handwriting, it said )
What does it all mean?
Another thousand words for a character sheet for NWO, bringing it up to a shade over 8,000. I should finish it tomorrow, which is a good thing. Then on to the next.
It seems to be a tradition with me that I screw my sleep patterns over Christmas - for a few years we went away with friends and conversations that started at midnight carried on until dawn, and I returned to work going to sleep at 4am and dragging my self out of bed at 7. Eventually, with a hammer, my bodyclock reset itself and I could sleep before 1 am.
This year, I didn't think it would happen. I was up late for the New Year, but other than that I've been in bed before 1am most nights, and before midnight on some.
So why, now that I have to go back to work tomorrow, am I still awake at 3am?
There's no justice.