THE BLASTED LANDS
The Empire of Fellein is in mourning. The Emperor is dead, and the armies of the empire have grown soft. Merros Dulver, their newly-appointed – and somewhat reluctant – commander, has been tasked with preparing them to fight the most savage enemy the world has yet seen.
Meanwhile, a perpetual storm ravages the Blasted Lands, and a new threat is about to arise – the Broken are coming, and with them only Death.
As for the weekly topic of Conventions: Worst Mistakes I've Made... Here are my Top 5:
1. Holed Up In My Room: I've posted previously about why that's a terrible thing to do at a Con. Learn from my mistakes, grasshoppers.
2: Underestimated The Power of My Deodorant: Oh yeah, funky monkey was I, was I. Cons are usually shoulder-shoulder experiences. Get the clinical-strength deodorant. Better still, if you're staying in the hotel at which the Con is occurring, give yourself time for a mid-day shower too. You'll feel refreshed physically and mentally.
3: Wore the Wrong Shoes: It takes a lot to get me out of my stilettos. But once those piggies are freed from the confines of high heels, they're not going back in. Bring the cute shoes. Rock the cute shoes. Have the comfy ones on hand. There is no shame in being able to walk.
4: Sat in the Back: I've thing for quick exits; however, I also paid good money to hear the panelists and keynote speakers. It's not brown-nosing to sit in the front of the room, it's a strategic way of removing the din of a rude crowd.
5: Didn't Wear Floor Attire: Accept it, your butt is going to meet the floor. You're not going to want to stay on your feet throughout a crowded panel. (see #4, above) That impromptu gathering of totally awesome people and no vacant furniture? Butt + floor (just don't sit in the traffic pattern, please, please, please).