ConQuest 2009 - How to get there

ConQuest 2009
Rittergut Brokeloh
Rittergut Brokeloh 1
31628 Landesbergen
Germany

By car (from all directions):

highway A7, direction Hanover   
Switch at "Hannover Ost" (57) to highway A2,
direction Dortmund
Leave at "Herrenhausen/Nienburg" (42) and take the B6, direction Nienburg
After app. 25km turn left to Husum
in Husum, follow the road to Brokeloh

By bus and train:
Go to the station Nienburg/Weser and take the bus nr. 50/51, direction Husum/Stadt Rehburg/Loccum.
Please tell the bus driver that you want to go to Brokeloh if you take bus no 51.
Attention: Buses do not go on Sundays!!

You will find the bus timetable here:
http://www.vln-nienburg.de/linien/Dez06/8050.pdf

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.