|Thanks to Heath Lees and http://williambeem.com for my
slice of humble pie today!
I have been running a Play by e Mail game of Earthdawn since around the year 2000. The game is Earthdawn and we have had good and bad times with the game. the game came about as I moved from my regular players of a face to face game I was running so I decided to run the game by email once I moved so it has now been running for a little over 13 years.
However, the past four years have not been good for the game. I had fallen into a deep depression for some time and the posts became fewer and further between. I realised my players had been a stable group for a while so I attempted to recreate their characters and revitalise it but the book keeping for five or six players as well as the game was wrecking my sanity even further. I have never called the game off as it is telling a story that I have always wanted to tell. Ever since reading one of the particular sourcebooks of first edition Earthdawn I have always wanted to tell this story. And it is a story that deserves to be told. The players in the game are really only about three quarters of the way toward finding what the story is about. If you want, the prologue. It has been probably two or three months since the last post and I got an email today titled Eulogy – Bush Namur which is the name of the campaign where many of my current players joined, I had actually run Mists of Betrayal prior to this. The email read;
It is with a heavy heart, that I stand before you all today to deliver this eulogy for our old friend, “The Game.” Our friend, the game started over a decade ago, a humble little thing, it was a gathering of misfits, who were thrown together and pushed out the door into the big wide world. Through the common bond of a love for a good game, a bastard GM as well as mutual experiences, friendships, which endure to this day were formed. I like to think that each of the characters bore more than a passing resemblance to one aspect of each of our personalities. From stolid Elven Nethermancer, with a tendency to rub daisies on his stinky bits, through to our latest addition, a wise cracking, though slightly timid T’Skrang and wrinkly old Illusionist with some fancy duds. “The Game” allowed me to express myself through the written word, as well as investigate my own creative side, complete with a gutter mouthed ork with a penchant for nick names and a desire to see elf maidens in wet clothing…
Special mention must be made of the steely eyed, though evil GM who was fondly labelled “The Bastard GM’ for his tendency to pull stunts and wound characters or even off them at inopportune times. Like J.R.R Martin he would regularly fashion NPC’s who you had a connection with and just when you felt comfortable with them and felt that you had finally found your side kick, he would off them. To this day, I still picture him sitting there in a dank little closet of a room, a single candle burning and rubbing his hands together as he laughed a high pitched yet evil laugh, killing his creations. It was not just his creations who he offed, with at times unrestrained and apparent glee and gusto. Many a PC, whose reigns had been handed to him met a terrible and grisly end. No amount of wheedling, pleading, bribery or even outright threats to his person would bend this stickler for the rules or his “grand plan” which appears will never be revealed. Damn you…I wanted to know about the Corinthian and his plans. However, despite his “bastard” tendencies, it was readily apparent that no small amount of time was spent crafting his own vision of the world. Care and passion was laced through each post, which had many of us itching to receive and then reply to week after week and pushed us to be creative. Thank you.
Well my friends, I think I have waffled enough. So it is with a heavy heart, that I thank you all for your friendship, the laughs I have had and also pushing my creativity. The next round is on the Daisy Eaters, try not to step on the T’Skrangs tail or sit on the Windling and Fancy Pants, could you make that ugly thing by the bar more comely for the Ork with a belly full of Hurlg! (Unless there is one more post for the old girl…come onnnnnn over a decade cannot go out with a whimper like this.)
|Great roleplaying game rich with background!|
- Character sheet-less game; which in turn means
- Mechanic-less game; which in turn means
- Story driven.
As always, your annoying and bothersome friend,