Legion of Dreams - the home of UK LRP

Legion of Dreams started as a club in 1986, and has been successfully running one-off LRP events ever since, loosely gathering together a huge group of experienced LRP-ers.
In 2001 Legion of Dreams Ltd was incorporated with the primary aim of acquiring and developing a permanent site for LRP in the UK. However, it takes a lot of work to find the perfect LRP site, and until recently none of the sites considered have met our needs.
Visit the website http://www.legionofdreams.com for further information
General Background for the Southern Realms
Despite the dangers of the natives of the "New World" at the furthest west, some still brave the trek, for the promise of treasures and gold. Although pirates are still active in the area, trade has also increased with Banaths Isles. Together the increasing trade has lead to an increase in the prosperity of the western cities. At this time it has been arranged that the Duke of Cwarash's son, is to marry the daughter of the Knight general of Port Elia, and then take up residency in the City of Ondil. This will see the joining of three of the most powerful western cities, and is to be celebrated with the minting of a new golden crown. The material of the coin, the hole in its center and the image of golden corn are all symbols chosen in homage of Luthien.
However, the western cities have not been having it all their own way. Rumors abound as it appears that the Alchemists Guild has lost its strangle hold, and the price of potions and poisons falls as their availability increases. Some say it is due to a split in the Guild. Certainly there is tell of the emergence of a new and powerful Drow trading house, called the Tazine. They have recently emerged from the area where the eastern extremity of the Vorrin forest climbs the mountain boarders of Ackaran (just north of Morvania). A sudden profusion of silver marks, bearing the mark of a silver tree, stands testimony to the sudden spread and power of this trading house.
In the east, Otto the crown prince of Morvania has tightened his ruthless grip, actively recruiting and strengthening his orders of Knights and the draconian laws of his kingdom. However, the people welcome this news as they are fearful of the threat of the great dragon that resides and still wreaks destruction in the burnt Vorrin forest. Followers of Drune travel the lands seeking to build a larger temple to Drune, than the the one they already have based near Velian. Mystics preach of the glory of a gigantic temple made of ivory and the bones from the war. There is much speculation, and some fierce opposition over its possible location, but many speak of the growing relationship between the kingdom of Morvania and the Mystics of Necromancy.
To the south of the Anvil Lands, much of the population of Godstone has either been slain or fled. The daemon spawn has largely taken to the Raigorm Mountains, where they rally likeminded creatures to their cause. The town of Underidge lies north at the foot of the mountains. Although just outside the boarders of Tethic-Vorrin, the populace feels under increasing threat, and has called for the assistance of any of the orders of the Northern Knights.
Meantime, Lord Darkmere has not been idle and currently camped at Lenorithien, from where word has spread that he has engaged the services of skilled boat builders. Lord Darkmere appears to have won the respect of many tribes of the Madrogen and to have forged strong links. Further to the west, but still in the shadow of the mountains the tribes of the Wolf and the Crow (who live on the Plains of Caerin), have donned blood paint, and have taken to hunting the foothills for the foul creatures that are drawn there.
Finally to the north there is talk of a Conclave of wizards, who are said to have taken residency in an abandoned city discovered in the mountain range of Tethic. Further north in Wrosham, groups of white riders pass over the Onyx bridge at Slaughter Reach from the Shattered lands of the Melanonian. However, these small groups all appear to return over the bridge after some 7 days, and none have yet dared to oppose them or inquire as to their business.
More recently the 3rd company of the Lance have been dealt a bitter blow, loosing an entire company to a Riagorm who traveled the area just east of Orwick. Taverns of the area, also tell of the Necromancer of Belham, and a terrible Wright which has been released from a Barrow.

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.