I managed to drag my sorry arse out of bed at 5.30 to make the trek up to the midlands. As I was only going to spectate and say hello, upon arrival in Nottingham I decided to have an amble along the canal and do a bit of exploring before dashing straight there. Having been distracted by some ducks and a junk shop, I arrived at WHW just as the groups were coming to the end of their first game and quickly introduced myself to Neil(101), Peter (PDH) and Mol before heading into Bugman's Bar (yeah!) for a pint of XXXXXX and some lunch. A quick note: I'd feared that XXXXXX would be some horrible lager, but it was a bloody lovely - tasted a bit like a sharper version of Timothy Taylor's Landlord. Anyway, everyone shovelled some food into themselves pretty sharpish as they were due back to the tables whilst I slowly tucked into my lunch whilst chatting to Andy Hoare (!). Peter asked if I was nervous to be using Jakob Nielsen's miniatures: having no idea what he was talking about, I just carried on munching on my chips whilst everyone else scuttled off.
A short while later I was summoned back to the tables by Neil, as (unbeknownst to me) Mol had invited me to take part in the day's games. Having not played =][= in bloody ages I was pretty nervous, and then realised what Peter was talking about: I was being given the honour of bringing Jakob's Inquisitor Velk to life within their campaign. Erk! Fortunately, I had a bit of hand in naming Velk, so I felt sufficiently paternal enough to throw myself into the character whilst simultaneously i) trying to remember any of the rules of the game; ii) trying to remember what Jakob had said about Velk on his blog, iii) skim reading what Mol had written on Velk's character sheet, and iv) introducing myself to my opponent and GM. I hadn't been aware until the day before that the whole campaign was being orchestrated through the AmmoBunker forum and was part of a much larger narrative - I wanted to try and do justice to the hard work undertaken by everyone involved and hit the ground running (unlike Velk who spent all of his first game sitting in the cab of an Imperial truck waiting in ambush). My hat goes off to both my GM and opponent who couldn't have been more welcoming, in spite of not having a clue who I was or what I was doing there. Indeed, everyone that attended was so incredibly welcoming and friendly: it was really touching.
I won't go into the games too much as there are much better reports being written by people privy to far more information than I over on the Ammobunker aftermath forum (here: http://s3.zetaboards.com/The_Ammobunker/topic/7575005/1/). As a quick run down, though, I took part in three games: the first against Mark/Keravin (as Inquisitor Tybalt) with Kaled patiently GMing. A real battle of wits and patience as the two Inquisitors lay in wait for what felt like an eternity until a fool Priest blew Velk's cover by charging into combat, eviscerator whirring, blowing everyone's cover, leading Velk to try and make a desperate bid for escape before anyone could make out who he was, nursing his fire-scorched arms.
The second game, against Andy Hoare (with Darren GMing) saw Velk come up against his fellow