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| #1Pyrate_JibJul 26, 2010 11:22:39 | Love them or hate them, Renaissance faires can be a great source of ideas for a D&D game. Even if you hate simulation concepts and deep story immersion you can still take a few things you experience into your home game. I wear armor while working at the Minnesota Renaissance Festival. It is hot and gets heavy what I noticed the most is that if it isn't adjusted correctly it pinches (can you say "blood blisters" on you sides and under your arms?). I can understand requiring a feat or special training to wear armor in D&D. What are a few things you picked up and found useful? |
| #2nekros22Jul 26, 2010 13:00:48 | Labeling flasks. Ever mistake your nice cold gulp of water on a hot summer day with hard liquor? |
| #3mmurphy65Jul 28, 2010 1:42:31 | Sneaking some KFC in place of the turkey legs served for lunch can get you a few brownie points with a serving wench takin' her lunch break. A little extra-crispy beats the hell outta the turkey legs she'd been serving all afternoon which incidently looked more like they came off a baby pterodactyl. Mike / mmurphy65 |
| #4Pyrate_JibJul 28, 2010 12:01:44 | Gotta agree. Ren Faire turkey legs are nasty. A D&D reference might involve the party being forced to eat Kenku flesh on a deserted island. |
| #5Pyrate_JibJul 29, 2010 14:02:51 | For some folks the faire is a great place to see period arms and armor. |
| #6Rogue_ElendaeAug 18, 2010 13:46:55 | I've found that Faire is a great place to get ideas for the sort of patter you might want in a marketplace or in general from a fast-talking character, particularly someone who's trying to goad someone into something, or in general push some sort of proverbial button. It's also a very amusing place to learn highly amusing innuendo fitting to the period...especially when you walk past a flower seller telling one of the 'Danes that he should "flower your lady now, that she might let you deflower her later!" Or being caught by the hawker at the spear-throwing stall inquiring if one can "handle six feet of shaft" in order to entice one to attempt his game. Of course, that moment was rendered even more hillarious when my fiance and I kept him going at it until he finally told my fiance that he "must take her into yonder stall, and thrust her!", just to finally break off the conversation. |