My Good, Bad, and Ugly from the the Spring Equinox, 379YE. This was far and away my best Empire event (and my best event as a player of anything, I reckon) and being away from the office for nigh-on a week was something I desperately needed. Having as much fun as I did was just a bonus.

The Ugly

• Nothing!
• The Bad
• Selling half of the salted caramel cream liqueur (that stuff was really really nice)
• Aching heels from walking around the entire site several times organising rituals
• Forgetting the names of runes partway through a ritual
• Rituals could use some flash and pomp
• Left my make-up at home
• Blister on my palm from hammering tent pegs – betadine stings!
• Barely being in Wintermark
• Barely seeing friends on the field

The Good

• BEST CONCLAVE EVER!
  • Fighting Heralds of Arhallogen in the Hall of Worlds
  • Pulling both Pavul and Jessica out of the fighting to Gudrun and realising afterwards that I might have just saved Jessica’s life
  • Running the timers after the civil servant had to run off because of the Empress election
• Being the lead ritualist in six rituals
• Becoming known by archmages, the warmage, and grandmasters
• Making a name for myself in the Shuttered Lantern
• Making three crowns from my booze
• Organising scrying rituals for the military council
• Finding a rhythm for my rituals that meant I was pretty much perfect on timing
• Lights in the regio stones
• Enjoying every minute of Conclave (I must be getting weird)
• James managed to pick up my make-up
• Arriving on Thursday makes everything else so much more relaxed (being on site 28 hours before time in was weird)
• Feeling so much better after being away for the weekend
• Froth lunch at Buddy’s with the Glasgow lot
• Salted caramel cream liqueur
• First magical traumatic wound
• Mhorish
• Holtoberfest sausages
• Team Human Centipede!
• Stab-safe mage staffs are big and clever – I need to make myself one
• Learning how to make Cesare speechless
• Witnessing Astrid’s joining the League ceremony
• Cunts and first kisses in the pub

I have a few IC letters and some reports to write, and I’m resisting the urge to talk in TLAs about everything that happened^[1].