A few weeks ago we brought you some humorous tales that we have collected from various LARP groups and presented them to you with the intent of evoking a good chuckle.  Today, the Jester is at it again.  He has found these two stories that will hopefully bring a smile to your face.

The first story revolves around the uncanny (and unintentional) timing of the gaming staff of one LARP.  It was a late night and to pass the time, many of the players were enjoying some story telling around the fireplace in the tavern.  One particular Elven Mage was recounting a story from her past about the “Night of the Fire Dogs.”  In this tale, an evil mage experimented with darkness magic and when things went terribly wrong, it ripped a seam between the real world and the plane of magic.  When this happened, dogs, shrouded in flame, came through the void and attacked the mage.

Unbeknownst to the players, the game staff had arranged for a few players to play the role of wolves  for a different encounter.  As soon as the mage was done telling her terrifying tale of the fire dogs, the people playing wolves let out a howl to make their presence known; completely unaware of what had just happened inside the tavern.  Needless to say, maybe of the players inside the tavern were very reticent to go outside.

The second story involves the lighting reflexes of a Human Mage.  The town was being assaulted by a creature known as a Harbinger, which was a creation of pure darkness energy and wore a costume much like our Medieval Gatekeeper’s Cloak.  It was so powerful, that a special substance had to be created in order properly dispose of the creature.  This substance required many components, but the component that makes this story funny is “swamp water.”  After they had gathered the materials needed for the substance, the players started to combine them.  The intent was for the substance to be applied to a weapon.

However, shortly after this substance was made, with real swamp water, the Harbinger assaulted the Abbey and looked through a window screen to see if anyone was inside.  The mage quickly grabbed the bowl and threw the swamp water mixture at the creature through the window screen, covering the player in stagnant bog water.  The mage then asked, “Did it work?”  The staff member playing the Harbinger spit the water out of his mouth and said, “Yes, I’m dead now.”

See what happens when you are quick on your feet?  Does anyone have any other LARP stories they’d like to share?