This was my three-game day; Rapscallion, Brindlewood Bay, & Old Gods Of Appalachia; 12 hours of games, though maybe a smidge less as some of them finished early.
Rapscallion I’ve played before, and it’s still fun; Pirates with a bunch of supernatural stuff.
The GM had a bunch of little ships from a different game, so we had some props to play with.
This was being run in the Magpie Games “Nest” ( and I quite literally just got why they called it that ), which had a couple of gaming rooms, and a little store, and from the look of it some hangout space. They did a quite useful thing in the gaming rooms whenever the noise level got too high; the idea is that you raise your hand and go quiet if you want a noise reset, everybody else does the same as they notice the hands in the air, and then when the room is quiet again everyone puts their hands down and goes on with their gaming at a lower volume. It was surprisingly effective.
My second game was about the members of the Brindlewood Bay Murder Maven book club investigating / meddling in a murder; it’s what they do.
It’s in my brain now.
Even though I don’t want it to be.
Free League had some amazing art to dress up their doorway.
This last game was run by somebody from Appalachia, so the accent alone added a certain something to the experience.
It was a table with a lot of gray beards, including the GM, which did lend a certain cautiousness to our approach; On the other hand, we’re the only ones who didn’t get the s*** kicked out of us by various critters, so maybe we did it right.
One of the characters was dead, and a ghost, for the entire scenario; He died of something magical that wasn’t his fault as a child, and the rest of the group, also children, had made a deal with a Folk-God to bring him back. The deal was that there would be something owed, and that it would have to be paid back on his second death.
Naturally the scenario started with his funeral.
After something like 11 hours of gaming a sensible person would have headed back to their hotel after the end of the last game at maybe a quarter past midnight.
This, of course, did not happen. Instead, I sat and talked with some friends in the board game halls until maybe 2am, by which time we were all starting to fall asleep.
