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If anyone would like to record their veizla challenge for posterity, but don't feel like posting it in on your own website/blog, please copy it here.

I remember many lovely ones, and am flattered that most people coped with my challenge well in the end, but was concentrating too hard on keeping the wine and challenges coming out that I didn't really concentrate on any, oops. Anyway, thank you all.

(For that matter, if you have any comments along the lines of "It was quite good, but I really wish you'd done [foo]; could you suggest it for next year?" I'm not specifically soliciting them, but if you want to mention it here is a good place.)

Date: 2006-06-26 03:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dragonwoodshed.livejournal.com
OK I give in, I was trying to work it out by association but I can't. What's a Veizla?

Date: 2006-06-26 03:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] naath.livejournal.com
The annual dinner of Yomsborg the New (the fantasy society). Good food, pleasant company and getting Really Really Drunk.

Date: 2006-06-26 03:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dragonwoodshed.livejournal.com
Ahh. So the pictures that appear when you Google it would be the same? People in capes and cool dresses?

Date: 2006-06-26 03:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] naath.livejournal.com
Yes, that's us.

Date: 2006-06-26 04:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cartesiandaemon.livejournal.com
Yes. I think it is a norse word, but the first page on google (ignoring the "sizzle" suggestion, which is thematically but not semantically appropriate) has appropriate photos.

CUSFS is the cambridge university science fiction and fantasy society, and for historical reasons the nominal fantasy society (Jomsborg the New) is essentially remerged, dominated by graduated programmer types, and organises the two large cusfs social events, including the Veizla.

Date: 2006-06-26 04:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] angoel.livejournal.com
Will you set down your ale
and I'll tell you a tale,
a tale of Varmidge the strong,
and bedlam and clammer,
when his favourite hammer,
were nicked by a man in a thong.

And the havoc he wrought,
As the hammer he sought,
through the fjords and rivlets and hills,
and how those who did flock,
his way forward to block,
were added to his list of kills

Now you may have the thought
this tale doesn't seem short
And you would be right in your thinking,
For to tell the tale true,
takes a good week or two,
and then days to describe all the drinking.

(Aside: oh, yes)

But I'll cut to the end
he enlisted a friend
and followed the thief to his lair
There he beat up the churls,
Got the gold and the girls,
and did it with vigour and flair.

Now you may want to know,
what this story should show,
And ask what the tale of Varmidge meant?
It demonstrates naught
's lost by cutting it short,
that blessed virtue of abridgement