Our caravan of 6 set out to collect the myrrh yesterday morning and on the way, we happened to drop by the Bristol Renaissance Faire. It was my second year going to this particular Faire and I had high hopes of cinnamon nuts and a significant amount of trampoline bungie jumping.
Oh, yes– and I was looking forward to the entertainment. There was plenty of entertainment at the Faire and we were able to see: the Mudshow, the entrance of the Queen(e), and MooNiE and Broon (separately and together). Unfortunately, we were not able to catch the Minstrels of Mayhem this trip.
I cut the trip short for myself and PhysOrg, though. Either it was 95 degrees out, or someone targeted me with a CON-damaging spell. I’m not sure which. Within about 2 minutes, I went from being completely fine to being completely blind and hoping that I would not actually die at the Faire. This was me almost passing out. I was somehow moved onto a first aid cart and hauled away and someone applied a cold towel to my head/shoulders. After that, I could see people again.
I recovered after a bit and was perfectly fine for a while (drinking plenty of water, sitting down), but had more side effects an hour or two later. The first aid people threatened to send me to the hospital if they saw me again, so PhysOrg transported me away.
Apparently, the spell had a range of effect because I was fine once I was removed from the Faire. Maybe PhysOrg has some kind of magic of his own. We delivered the myrrh on schedule and had dinner. Dinner was a very coordinated, shared affair– except that we ordered too much salad. We will do better on this front next time.