Founded in 2012, The Éras Chronicles is a medieval, low-fantasy LARP, that runs out of Camp Faire Play in Montrose, Pennsylvania. You as a player will determine your level of involvement in the world and the plot. Creatures that you can hunt and combat will wander the woods; gates to other realms will open at random times around the town; strangers will come to the tavern to share a story and a drink—but it is ultimately up to you, the player, to choose who or what to interact with.
It is late, the land is wet, and we have been traveling for some time. My new companion Pascal and my brother-in-law Olin are on our way back from Caxton, pulling Olin’s shipments of ale in tow. The mood has been dark since leaving that land, conversation has been sparse on the open road. My mood darkens still more when I must again leave my beloved wife and my young son with allies in Westvale.Eventually the mood lightens as we make our way towards Ravensgate. Pascal tells us stories along the open road, while Olin practices his selling skills for his prize ale…. I find myself speaking little, after all… unless one is telling stories, one should listen, and speak little. The sun has set, but we can see the faint lights of the town. I mutter something about weak Caxtoner eyes as they light the lantern, it was then when I saw him. Pale and wet, Bricks tied to his feet, flowers gripped his gnarled hand. I spent much time with the spirit and allowed it to speak to me for a time. My fascination with the spirit was such that I forgot to ask the poor soul’s name before being forced back on the road by Olin and Pascal. Once I realized my mistake, I turned yet the spirit was gone, this caused me no end of frustration as I continued, day in and day out, to seek out the drowned soul of Ravensgate. by Adam Lazaroff (Jacamaou)
October 9, 2012
October 9, 2012