2018 National

Location: West Yorkshire

Dates: 7th - 9th September 2018

Pre-Registration Opens: 10th August 2018

Pre-Registration Closes: 6th September 2018

Hebden Hey Scout Centre

Hebden Hey Scout Centre, owned by Halifax District Scouts nestles in the wooded valley above Hebden Bridge, in Calderdale, West Yorkshire. The centre has two pre-bookable hostels sleeping 44 and 30 as well as two additional daytime indoor rooms available all year round. 

The site itself is very much a living and working centre. We still have much of the site which is undeveloped. These areas are a mixture of natural and planted beech woodland slopes as well as other more open areas. Our boundary adjoins the 400 acre estate of National Trusts' Hardcastle Crags and thus we also have much wildlife on site. The area provides excellent opportunities for hiking and traditional Scout camping as well as a base for excursions to local attractions.

Tickets available

  • Player, full event
  • £ 60.00
  • 12 / 20
  • Player, 2 nights' accommodation

  • Player, crewing one game
  • £ 55.00
  • 6 / 12
  • Crew one game, play any others, 2 nights' accommodation

  • Player, crewing two games
  • £ 50.00
  • 2 / 7
  • Crew two games, play any others, 2 nights' accommodation

  • Player, crewing 3 games
  • £ 45.00
  • 0 / 5
  • Crew three games play any other, 2 nights' accommodation

  • Crew full weekend
  • £ 40.00
  • 1 / 5
  • Crew only, no playing, 2 nights’ accommodation 

  • Player, one night
  • £ 40.00
  • 3 / 10
  • Player only, one night’s accommodation

  • Player, no accommodation
  • £ 20.00
  • 3 / 10
  • Player only, no accommodation 

  • Player, crewing one game, no accommodation
  • £ 15.00
  • 1 / 5
  • Crew one game, play any others, no accommodation 

Schedule

Friday:

8-9pm - AGM

9pm onwards - available for boardgames, player-organised soft RP, and potentially LST-run short tabletop adventures. Essentially, this is a free form slot which can be filled with various things, depending what people choose to organise.

 

Saturday:

10am-2pm - Awakening

3:15-7:15pm - Forsaken

8:30pm-12:30am - Requiem

 

Sunday:

10am-3pm - Lost

Ticket types

If you would like a ticket type not available - e.g. it's sold out, or you are crewing one or more games whilst staying off site or staying fewer nights - please contact events@islesofdarkness.com to request it be added.

Awakening Premise

Sometime just after you wake up this morning, you'll find this (Double Sided) business card on top of whatever passes for a doorstop for your character. Its placed somewhere obvious, but not intrusive - as if someone was being polite in its placement.

 A number of NPC's will have received these cards, as well as characters who will not be attending the national. I suggest however, if you are not attending the national you justify a reason you wont be using the card...

Looking at this card with Sights yields the following things...

Matter: The paper and ink quality is exceptional, but entirely mundane.

Spirit: There are traces of a spirit having handled the card, but having done nothing TO it.

Fate: This card has some significant fate attached to it, relatively short term and not nessicarily negative. Its about to be very important - perhaps somewhere close to the night of the 7th.

Prime: This card is non-magical

Space: Something has significant ability to avoid abuse via connections, akin to occultation but at a level not expressed by most awakened minds. You can tell its connected to something, but not precisely what. If you recognise the name Sidea, you might have a theory as to what...

No other sights or investigations show up anything of significance.

--

The game will be set in the Astral Realm. Suggested (but not expected) clothing theme is 'Jazz Club'. 

 Please see the bottom of this web page for the images.

Forsaken Premise

Forsaken, 

 

You do not know me.  

I am the heir of no one special and I confess, I have done little with my life.  

But I come here now with a tale to tell you.  

I live, if you have not guessed, on Saddleworth Moor. My pack and I are among a small clutch of largely Hunters In Darkness, who live on the Moor.  

It’s a quiet place, desolate.  

People vanish up here all the time, but we make sure no one hears about it.   

The Moors get a bad rap, thanks to monsters of a more human nature, Brady and Hindley by name. But what you might not know, is that underneath the earth, something sleeps. Something elemental and evil. 

 It’s not something of that word we all hate that starts with ‘M’ but it could easily be with the right push I imagine. 

 Anyway, I’m getting off track.

The Moors are quiet you see, that’s the way we like it, that’s the way that’s best. 

Recently though, we started to find things up on the Moors, unnatural things. There was talk between the packs of things moving around in the night, of spirits of a mal nature actually coming and asking questions of packs, trying to make deals with them, looking for things…

Naturally, we sent them packing. 

The dreams started then, fire and a moon blood red and weeping. 

Then they came. 

The van of this black host out of Durham.

But then so too did the strangest bunch of Fire Touched we he had ever seen. 

The Moors were no longer quiet. 

The Moors were ablaze. 

For a week, we battled, fought and bled and the Moors burned. 

My words alone cannot do it justice, so I’ve attached a picture so you can see the height of it.

I spoke with their leader at one point now, Catches The Dawn, I’m told some of you have made her acquaintance.

She bid me to tell you that her people had met the vanguard of the black host and forced it back with fire. Time has been brought for you, but soon the host will return. 

To this message I shall add my own words. 

My dreams were of fire and moon, blood red and weeping. 

We’ve had the fires, they burn low now.

We’ve yet to see the blood moon. 

 

--

I must return to my home now, the land burns and I can feel its anger already, we must tend to this hurt. 

But those people bled for us, even though they hate us. 

Honour demanded I write these words. 

 

Kalien 

Cahalith of the Craghoppers  

--

 

Requiem Premise

IC: Dear Sir or Madam,

 

You may not be aware of me or ever heard my name before but I must first begin this message with an apology. I know many prefer to have plans in place well in advance of travelling outside their fief but due to its nature London is not a place for quick resolutions.

 

Which leads me to the reason for my missive, with special dispensation from the Domains, Fiefdoms and Kindred organisations within Greater London I would like to invite you an evening of polite conversation at Norbury Park House in Croydon. To spectate and also to participate in a competition of sorts. 

 

An item of some significance is the prize as well as the goal, the details of which will be revealed to all those present during the night. A number of participants within London will be competing and the rules of the hunt will be explained in full to those willing to rise to the challenge. 

 

For those who require convincing the evening is sponsored by the organisation referred to as the Second Sons.

 

I hope you will grace me with your presence because I'm most certain I will not be disappointed.

 

Sincerely,

Mister James Griffin Hartleigh

Almoner of the First Estate

 

OOC: Just a little background on London for those who are not aware. There is no OOC game currently in London and the history of it IC is since the Civil War there has never been one single organisation in charge of governing London (from the Kindred perspective).

 

To all Kindred London consists of more than a dozen smaller domains/territories run by a mix of eclectic characters. Every time you have heard information from within London about the political landscape there seems to be more territories or less. No one is clear on how many exactly they are, it doesn't help that there is a lot of tension amongst the groups located within london on whose claims are legitimate or not. 

 

Lost premise

To the most noble Barons of the Free Lost, heroes of the Second Battle of Nottingham, and honoured guests,   

The Barony of Nottingham has experienced a curious few months, only just returning to face the outside world having been missing, suspended and lost in time these past eleven years. Our constant battles against loyalists and their strange faceless allies have taken a toll on our Barony. As we return, to the here and now, we have learned that technology has leaped forward, that communication has changed, and that the world is not as we left it. However, I am still inclined to do things the old fashioned way…  

I invite you, or an esteemed representative, to a council of Barons, on the 9th September, to discuss the enemy, these creatures, their weaknesses, and their interest in the histories of Nottingham.   

I also invite all Free Lost to attend a Tourny in the spirit of my name sake. Three challenges: L'amour, Chevalier and Tir à l'arc.    

In such uncertain times, following such perilous adventures, I am anxious to welcome you to what I hope to be a very singular celebration.  

With the greatest respect, 

Baron Locksley, 

Dominion of MerciaTo the most noble Barons of the Free Lost, heroes of the Second Battle of Nottingham, and honoured guests,   

The Barony of Nottingham has experienced a curious few months, only just returning to face the outside world having been missing, suspended and lost in time these past eleven years. Our constant battles against loyalists and their strange faceless allies have taken a toll on our Barony. As we return, to the here and now, we have learned that technology has leaped forward, that communication has changed, and that the world is not as we left it. However, I am still inclined to do things the old fashioned way…  

I invite you, or an esteemed representative, to a council of Barons, on the 9th September, to discuss the enemy, these creatures, their weaknesses, and their interest in the histories of Nottingham.   

I also invite all Free Lost to attend a Tourny in the spirit of my name sake. Three challenges: L'amour, Chevalier and Tir à l'arc.    

In such uncertain times, following such perilous adventures, I am anxious to welcome you to what I hope to be a very singular celebration.  

 

With the greatest respect, 

Baron Locksley, 

Dominion of Mercia