ConQuest 2009 - The Forsaken

Source: "About the enemy"
from the records of the Ouai,
the wise people of Mythodea

The Black Ice
Once, the Forsaken were created by those, who were Rulers and servants of the Elements. While those, who stayed loyal were banned by the Elements and died in exile, the fallen Rulers of the Black Ice, the Void and the other Forsaken had to persevere for eons in their dungeons beneath the Seals. Now, they are filled with rage and hatred for everything that alters Mythodea. So they only know one aim: Erase the elements from the face of the earth. One exception seems to be the Black Ice - none of its ancient rulers seems to exist - maybe it has swallowed them itself?....

The Void
The Forsaken are Mythodea's curse. Once subjugated but not extinguished, they sleep beneath the earth and gain back their freedom bit by bit. The Black Ice may have the biggest legions, but more subtile and dangerous - so they say - are the servants of the Void. They are rarely seen, but their creeping poison - their intrigues, manipulations and hidden spells might be deadlier than the strongest Rakh - Claw. The acolytes of the Void are masters of extracting memories, feelings and life force from their victims to a point, where any will to live and fight has gone.

Pestilence
Sickness, blindness, fever, ulcerous blains, reddish inflammations that spread over the whole body within only one hour - THESE are the heralds of the Pestilence. It has no army, no war machinery, but it can decide any battle before even the first enemy is slain. Tremble, Mylord, for your country may be strong and withstand the legions of the other forsaken elements, but are you sure that you can abolish every sickness, each source of disease and every small impurity inside yourself before it is too late?

The Undead Flesh
All beings that ever met the Undead Flesh in Mythodea are dead for centuries, even millenniums now. But if you believe the legends from the second age, the Black Ice was not the only army that could never be overcome by the Ancient Rulers.

Nobody knows how it could have happened that the southern Seal was opened and with this, the fourth of the Forsaken was freed. Now, not only Archons and Nyames warn of the imminent threat - more and more scholars and men of faith read the signs: The Undead is back.

The Technical Ratio
The youngest and most mysterious child of the second creation. As it lies buried beneath the biggest and last of the five Seals, the world seems to be safe from it - still. But when its four sisters walk Mitraspera again - how long will it take until also the Ratio will regain its power?

And will the Elements and their followers be strong enough to face it then?

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.