Yesterday was all about electioneering!
Thanks again to Warlord Paul for the second installment in his Albion Adventures (I missed the first thanks to a bout of flu) and thanks again to our fantastic hosts at the Foundry, Bryan and Marcus.
Paul's scenario had us getting involved in the murky goings-on of Election day on Beacon Island, one of Albion's more hotly contested marginal seats.
|The only family living on the island line up to eye up the prospective candidates and wonder who on earth to vote for.|
|From left to right we have: Sir Edward Hatband the Betrayer, Lord McCameron the Bastard, Lady Pike the Kingmaker, Baron Haystacks the Disappointer and Lord Far Age the Mad.|
whichever candidate received the most votes would gain control of the island and its Slann Gate - to use and abuse as they would see fit. Having sworn allegiance (or sold or souls) we were then tasked with escorting a voter to the polling booth and ensuring they voted accordingly.
Unfortunately not when the forces of political disaffection are ranged against you...
|The reptilian embodiment of temptation to vote for personal gain at the expense of social responsibility.|
|David Hatband - betrayed and imprisoned by his treacherous brother and now quite mad and hellbent on revenge.|
|These and other terrible adversaries threatened universal suffering disfranchising us from universal suffrage.|
Nik's elves, Steve's Norse barbarians and my own Bandits attempt to sneak past the Ghost of Socialism...
|Even the forces of evil were not exampt - Jame's and Stuart's warband, led by Ladty McDeath herself encounter Nature herself, enraged by the loss of direction by the Greens.|
|Chris' brave Hobbits scamper cheerily towards the Phantom of Northern Independence.|
|Luckily for Richard's Militant Tendency, they were fully paid up with the Union and had backed Hatband - the Ghost of Socialism smiled upon them and let them past.|
|The Hobbits, unnerved by the Phantom of northern Independence, decided to try their luck with Mother Nature. What could go wrong for such peace-loving horticulturists?|
|Nik's Elves attempted to reason with the deranged David Hatband, but the tortured soul was too embittered to be swayed.|
|Meanwhile Jon Eochaid had heard tell of a mighty Dragon that lurked in the waters. Taking the plunge he proceeded to shout challenges to the beast, much to the annoyance of his companions.|
|The Norsemen, pausing only to laugh at the ridiculous figure of Eochaid flailing at the aged Turtle Dragon, took the opportunity to cross the river unopposed.|
|Not even the soothing tones of a magical flute could wash away the enmity of all those years of obscurity - David still stood unmoved.|
|The Militant Tendency cross the river, swearing to strike a blow for Socialism while Eochaid and Groucho Panzer struggle with a real Dragon for once.|
|The Hobbits also plunge into the river amidst clouds of smoke as Spot bounds after them.|
|Bruno Bersi and Alfred Shortwick roll their eyes and join in the struggle with the Dragon.|
|Suddenly the Norsemen's way is blocked as shy Tory voters finally make their minds up, rising from the ground with cadaverous moans.|
|The bandits encircle the aged river beast and rain down blows to little or no avail. In return the short sighted Dragon seems to hone in on the delicious scent of Shortwick the Halfling, snapping at the diminutive adventurer time and again.|
|Spot also seems to have acquired a taste for Halflings...|
|The Norsemen make short work of the shy Tories and the Militant tendency nearly fall foul of the shifting sands of the political landscape as a gaping pit of quicksand opens up beneath them.|
|Spot's dinner is interrupted by the emergence of the Monster Raving Worm, but is it out of the frying pan and into the oven for the Hobbits as the hound turns tail and flees?|
|Finally David sees reason at the hands of the emollient Elves and stands aside - just on time as the Serpent of selfish voting attempts to sneak up from behind.|
|The combat in the river grinds on as the river slowly begins to run red with the blood of the Turtle Dragon.|
|The Militant Tendency find a way through the shifting sands by moving to the centre ground. Meanwhile the Shy Tories drop like flies.|
|And the Monster Raving worm strikes!|
|As the various parties approach the booth, yet more adversaries emerge (I didn't catch what the dragon represented - anyone want to elaborate?).|
|A foul internet troll rears its ugly head and plans a vicious personal smear campaign against the Militant Tendency.|
|Voter apathy threatens to overwhelm the bandits as the Dragon clings grimly to life.|
|Bravely escaping from the clutches of the worm, Tom Bombadil ushers his voter towards the booth - could this be the first vote cast?|
|Unfortunately not as the voter is callously killed - the Norsemen and the Militant Tendency look like they're in the frame for this heinous case of electoral fraud.|
|So they look busy by getting stuck into the Dragon and Internet Troll respectively.|
|- neither creature lasts long.|
|The Militant Tendency clean up the dirty face of politics.|
|Lady McDeath, having communed with the evil spirit of Russel Firebrand, orders her minions to prevent anyone from voting...|
|Which they do by the time honoured way of having a riot!|
|Amidst the fracas the Elves encounter a vile shit-eating Otyugh - What is worse than the smell is the foul beast's view on immigrants as it begins its assault with the war cry, "I'm not racist but..."|
|A bad day for Evil - The Elves knock out their opponent, an incapacitated Spot is put down by a Norseman and Lady McDeath's thugs are largely sent packing.|
|The Bandits finally kill the Dragon Turtle and hurry towards the polling station. Rik Lupin takes advantage of the ruckus to "persuade" McDeath's voter to come with her.|
|Finding the door to the polling booth to be as illusory as democracy itself, confusion reigns amongst the voters.|
|That is until one of the Norsemen threatens to headbutt the Returning Officer if he doesn't stop messing about.|
|The last few voters hurry towards the booth and Eochaid valiantly slays the unconscious Otyugh.|
|And the votes are in!|
So after a tumultuous and highly questionable campaign, the polling station closed its doors and the counting began. Meanwhile a strange flickering light began to play across the opening of the Slann gate and the various adventurers, candidates and voters drifted over to peer at it curiously.
A strange Goblin like figure appeared and introduced itself as Jerram-we Vine. It preceded to prattle on in a strange language, speaking of such arcane matters as statistics and swingometers as a succession of colours swayed across the portal that had materialised in the gate.
The Returning Officer emerged from the Polling Booth and scowled at the imp that was now cavorting around the Slann Gate cackling about tactical voting. Ignoring the commotion he turned to the crowd and read the results...
Hatband, Sir Edward, the Betrayer - 1 vote
McCameron, Lord, the Bastard - 1 vote
Pike, Lady, the Kingmaker - 1 vote
Haystacks, Baron, the Disappointer - 2 votes
Far Age, Lord, the Mad - 2 votes
And so an uneasy coalition was formed betwixt the Disappointer and the Mad, although another election was soon called because no one could stand the new purple and yellow flags...
Edit - Here's a word from Warlord Paul on the scenario he created for us - The Albion Adventures II
Also Orlygg's post is well worth checking out to see some more great pics of the event - not to mention the treasures Bryan came down to show us! Realm of Chaos 80's