Did I mention all I do is work? This morning, they assigned me to guard some literary talk over in BookLand… I mean, Sylvan of Spells. It’s pretty and all, but I’m not into books, and it always seems to be night there. Thought writers liked a lot of light, but hey, who am I to decide these things?
They armoured us all up, because today is the last day of the Faire. Apparently, when I’m on duty I have to carry a staff of some description—captain keeps a load of them at the back. I grabbed this one because there was a bird on it, but then all the other guards teased me because it had pink flowers, the fuckers.
Anyway, imagine my surprise when…. absolutely nothing happened. This chick showed up to give some talk about myths and legends or some shit like that, and nobody threatened to kill her. Put it on a broadsheet and sing it in the streets.
Here’s the chick who showed up. She’s called Saffia Widdershins, and people were lining up to hear her speak, so I guess she must be somebody important.
But not, apparently, important enough for anybody to want to kill her, or even throw tomatoes. The audience seemed really impressed, anyway; she gave them all a book called The Book of the Champions, the same book I had to pore through when I was working on saving that Princess What’s Her Name. I totally forgot her name. Oh, well: if she’s like most Princesses, she’ll need saving again.
After that, they sent me, I kid you not, to a treehouse. There wasn’t anybody in the treehouse: I was just meant to stand on the bridge and watch for brigands.
This is like a song with a bad chorus. Imagine my surprise when …. absolutely nothing happened. This Faire is so safe they don’t even need guards! But the captain says at least I can keep the armour and the staff. The staff, well. It’ll probably go on a wall somewhere, once I have my own walls. The armour and belt though are topnotch stuff. They’re made by The Forge, and I really love The Forge. Because although you can get stuff there that makes you look like a camp follower, The Forge also makes armour that makes sense and covers up all your bits and doesn’t make you look like you’re going to kill the next dragon you see with your amazing boobage. How relieved I was when they put me in this stuff and not in some skimpy costume.
But seriously? Boring. Most boring guarding gig I’ve ever had: Everybody at this Faire is nice, and I don’t know where they got the idea there might be thieves about: I didn’t spot a single one, and I am good at looking for the thieves.
I’m kind of glad the Fantasy Faire is coming to an end, though it just means I’ll end up getting carted back to the Great Seelie Forest with her, where I’ll probably get blind drunk on faerie mead and chase squirrels or some shit until I get bored and go out looking for adventure again.
Oh! And I dyed my fucking hair. I am a Red Fae Avenger.
Armour, clothes, boots: The Forge: Daerwen (Available at Fantasy Faire!)
Belt: The Forge: Arwen’s Belt (Available at Fantasy Faire!)
Ears: Gauze: High Elf Ears
Skin: Glam Affair
Hair: No Match: No Flowers
Staff: Tia: Empress Staff (Ultrarare from a past Fantasy Gacha Carnival)
Necklace: Empyrean Forge: Ymir’s Sigil (Available at Fantasy Faire!)
Saffia Widdershine graciously allowed me to use her photograph here. The talk The Amazing Catwoman was watching over was the last-day discussion of the mythology incorporated into this year’s Fantasy Faire Hunt: The Lost Land. If you have not done the hunt yet, the sims will be up til Wednesday, I’m told, and no hunt stuff is being taken down, so go do it! This year’s hunt is a lot of fun, and of course the hunt prizes at the end are legion and amazing.
Spiffy photos taken with the indispensible aid of my LumiPro. Go look at the web page. Yes, I know they’re expensive. If you want to take amazing photos in SL, they’re worth every Linden.