Nyrie Waddell is an English student at Bishop’s University, Quebec. She was first intrigued by the concept of LARPing while hanging out at TamTams on Mont-Royal in Montreal and witnessing the medieval battles taking place there.
The title of this blog is taken from William Butler Yeats’ The Stolen Child, a poem about the beguiling power of a fantasy land. Live Action Role Playing requires its participants to be imaginative and open to the improvisation of their fellow players, and I thought this poem was a good representation of the infinite places imagination can take you– whether in poetry or in LARP.
You can read an excerpt from Yeats’ text below:
Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we've hid our faery vats, Full of berrys And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.