Maelstrom Campaign - The Trading Houses: Greenfield Shores

Greenfield Shores is primarily located in Alkyon where their Archon divides his time between running the house and involvement in Alkonian politics. There was even a suggestion that the Archon might attempt to become the next Plutarch although these were firmly denied by the house. Possibly due to this strong involvement in Alkonian affairs of state they were one of the last trading houses to send representatives to the New World.
In theory Greenfield Shores can provide almost any service; but in practice, they have tended to specialise in low risk areas that other trading houses consider too minor to bother with. They do run many excellent taverns and roadside inns as well as providing fine food, livestock, exotic fruit, fortified wines and the like to countless more prestigious establishments. As greengrocers, the reputation of Greenfield Shores is unmatched.

As part of their particular field of expertise, Greenfield Shores have extensive supplies of many intoxicating and addictive substances. Any suggestion that some of these goods are bound for lands where they are not legal has always been flatly denied by the house.

And so it began......

Dawn breaks, war looms, the evil Lord is gathering his armies to wage a campaign of destruction upon the free peoples of the world. It is up to I, Sir Maximilan Pegasus to stop him, with my trusted band of adventurers we must gather the enchanted sword of Tek, the Shield of Way-Lem and the amulet of Subsidence and together we shall slay this abomination! “TIME FREEZE” And bam, the fantasy world fades away, the enchanted sword of Tek in my hand is a rubber sword smothered in coloured ribbons with a laminated card cable tied to the hilt, I look down and I’m wearing plastic armour and unflattering heropants, and the magical world of my imagination washes away to reveal a field in Wigan, but you know what? It’s larp and I’m a larper, it’s what I do.
I started larping when I was 17, I’d never role-played before, I’d never played D&D or Warhammer, never played WoW or any form of online game, I’d never even read Lord of the Rings, I feel somewhat privileged that I hadn’t done any of those things, I think it gave me an untainted attitude towards what larp could be, I had no preconceptions about saving the maiden fair, slaying the dragon or smiting the liche, to me it was just a new thing to try.
It was cold, really cold, 10am on a September morning, the rain was battering down and I’d been given a faux fur tunic, a mouldy old sword and been pointed towards a man and told, “You’re monstering, there’s the ref he’ll tell you what to do.” I obeyed, I played wave after wave of zombies, orcs and various line monsters and to be honest, was cold, bored and hungry. That is, until lunchtime, the teams switched sides, I got into the kit I’d scrounged up, as with most first timers, a black trenchcoat. I took the mouldy old sword, stood with my fellow adventurers and it hit me, I’m a god damn hero!
Pow, there it was, a new larper was born.