Hehe of course I will..
This type of LARPing is sort of a mix of classical pen and paper roleplaying, where you have a role that you are expected to act out, and what you call airsoft with swords.
There is a story telling what armies are fighting, and why, where it is and so on. In this case it was set five years after the last war that you can read about in the thread linked to in the beginning of this one.
All the players write their individual roles, in my case the 28-year-old Lieutenant Gessner of the Stirland River Patrols, a very competent, professional and religious man, commanding the ten-strong unit of huntsmen.
When the scenario kicks off, it's up to the officers' cadre on the imperial side, and the baron and his war council on the bretonnians' to run the game, and decide where to send the scouts, when to hold parades, when and where to attack and so on.
When not fighting, the soldiers(players) live(act out) their daily lives in the military camp, with training, guard duties, cooking, eating, girls, boys
, and so on.
The whole thing lasted for about 30 hours, but they usually go on for longer.
My coolest scene was in the bretonnian camp.
Along with three of my men, we had scouted around the outskirts of the camp, but was not able to infiltrate since it was a full moon, and the bretonnians hadn't gone to sleep yet. We turned around planning to return later, but we must have been spotted by the guards.
Suddenly everyone was running, and in the middle of field of dense bushes and schrubs, one of my men fell over on a twisted angle. I couldn't get him to go on, and there was no way that I could outrun our pursuers carrying him. Since I was too valuable(being an officer with detailed knowledge of the battleplans) I had to leave him. I shot the first of the pursuers in the gut, told my boy that we'd be back, and got the hell out of there.
About ten minutes later, I returned to the camp, and hiding 6 meters from where The captive was being interrogated, I heard that he was talking freely telling them everything. How many cannons, greatswords, units of huntsmen and so on. I had no choice but to put an end to it. but they were four interrogators.
I drew my pistol, cocked the flint lock, put on my Beret, and walked straight into the camp. As I approached the traitor, without breaking stride I said out loud: "Privates who talk too much must die!" and shot him in the head. But there was no roar of gunpowder, only an impotent "CLICK". Fighting a panic, I holstered the gun, and drew my sword, and before the eyes of the baffled bretonnians, i slit his throat and ran. Only then did they react. One of the grabbed his sword and ran after me.
After a couple of hundred meters, he was catching up, so i dropped my bow, turned around, and gutted him. I took a blow to the chest, but luckily my heavy padding and leather armour took the most of it.
Lightly wounded i staggered all the way back to the imperial camp, got drunk in the tavern and passed out.
Disclaimer:
Of course, "I" refers to the role I played. I do not in any way believe that I am an actual war hero of the Empire or anything..
More pics:
GalleryGrailknight, and Imperial staff officers with a captured Bretonnian noble:
Cheers.
-Søren