Painting and listening to Megan Sukys read aloud while imagining landscapes over a vacation weekend.
May the Second, the second-annual Star Wars RPG game here at the ranch. It was the closest day I got to “May the Fourth” where I can actually stay at home and enjoy the game.
I use the old West End Games (First Edition rules) from the early 1990’s. I used to play a bunch with some great friends in High School, but didn’t really keep up with it until my son got into my old books last year….So….
I ran an adventure for my ten-year-old son and six of his friends. It took about two hours and involved a stolen cloaking device, double crossing Pirates, Lando and Lobot, and my newest favorite character, “Lurbla, the Gamorrean Princess”.
She’s a Pirate Queen. I think I might even have a crush on her, somesow.
and for the Truly Nerdy, here’s her character sheet. (Forgive spelling errors, I was in a rush! Imperials were on my tail).
Grandor had been walking too far in ill-fitting boots and his chain-mail was chafing the tops of his thighs. His purse was empty and so was his stomach. So he tried the only magic trick he knew.
He lit a fire. A fire of New Beginnings.
He used his last pipe smoke to light the mosses off a dry branch. They in turn lit an abandoned bird’s nest. That caught the birch twigs and eventually a piece of an old wagon.The smoke filled his belly and the heat warmed his pain.
Just then a woman stepped into the clearing. She peered out from under her wide-brimmed hat. “You got room for two around that fire?”
Grandor smiled and slid his shield away to clear room for her.
As she sat down she pulled two dead rabbits out of her sheep skin cloak. “You any good at skinning?”
Grandor looked at her deer-skin dress, her leather boots and leather gauntlets, and that wild sheepskin cloak. “Probably not nearly as good as you are.”
She smiled and said “I’ll share the meat, I just don’t want to do all of the work.”
Grandor pulled a sharp knife out of his belt. “I got this whole thing covered.”
Grandor then performed a second magic trick, A pair of hare prepared for an affair.
Grandor and the Woman-in-skins shared her pipe smoke as the rabbits roasted on the fire. As the aroma reached it’s climax, there was a loud clattering in the trees.
A young man came crashing through the underbrush, swinging through the thicket with an old sword, and singing loudly to himself.
I of Smoon, They’d call me boy, Nay!
I am a man of one and twenty
So along this knotty trail I roam
killing giants by the plenty
I care not where my Ma and Da are
I know not where my sister dwells
I lead this bold life in the woodlands
hunting down the best of smells
He stepped into the clearing, put his hands on his hips, thrust out his chest and said, “I am Marthyn, from Smoon, at your service”. He took a step forward and bowed deeply before the fire. “Can I join you in your adventure?”
The woman looked at Marthyn’s smooth face, his oversized leather armor, his too-small pants, his shoes, split open at the toes. She looked back to Grandor. He smirked, and poked at the fire. He kept his head down.
“This isn’t an adventure, this is resting,” she said, “You are barely older than a boy. What could you bring to an adventure anyway?”
Marthyn from Smoon, knelt before the fire holding his sword in front of him,
“I lived in Smoon with my family, until the Dragon came. They all fled to the castle, but I thought I smelled something good in the woods, so I went to investigate.
“While I was going along the road, I happen to find my Grandfather’s sword, I don’t know how it got there.
“Then I ran into a Giant. He swallowed me whole. I went down his throat, but when I got to his heart, I pulled out my Grandfather’s sword and sliced it in two.
“Then I ran back up his throat and out his mouth before he fell dead to the ground.”
The fire crackled but no one spoke for a moment.
Finally, Grandor pulled the crispy meat from the fire and said, “That’s a good story. My name is Grandor.”
Marthyn looked at the Woman and said “What’s your name? What’s your story?”
Grandor looked at the woman with interest, he’d been wondering too.
…Then they find a small elf-child and end up following a Unicorn through the woods on a life-changing adventure…Just a campfire story, right?
Yeah, well, sort of…
I introduced my family to the amazing first edition of Advanced Dungeons & Dragons in the summer of 2013. I guess all the recent dragon imagery and Hobbit movies sparked my old interest in fantasy role-playing games.
I grew up right outside of Lake Geneva, WI, home of TSR, the company that brought us Dungeons & Dragons. I grew up knowing the legendary Gary Gygax, and I was fortunate enough to intern for TSR in high school. I got to know some of the artists (Brom, Easley, Robh, and others), my mentor being the awesome Dana Knutson (famous for designing the Shadowrun logo). They even let me contribute in some small ways to designs they were working on at the time (I think they found it advantageous to pick the brain of an enthusiastic sixeen-year-old kid).
Anyway, I thought my Green Dragon decapitating days were long in the past. Although my gaming friends were really great gamers, they were replaced by girlfriends and then a wife.
But, before I got to finally kiss girls, I was a serious Dragon Slayer. Once apon a time, you see, I even decapitated a great Green Dragon in one shot by using an enchanted +3 Vorpal Sword, named Noslom Nedlog (which is just Molson Golden in a mirror, duh).
But after sitting around the campfire in the werewolf and vampire infested forests of Forks, WA, I started to weave the tale of the Company of the Wet Stone.
I would assume the duties of Dungeon Master (running the game portions and controlling the actions of the non-player characters and monsters), and I would be playing the scruffy, broken reluctant hero of the group. The down and out illusionist on-the-run, Grandor.
Megan took the name Madame Franz, a former wizard, raised by cougars, who was now learning to avoid using her magic metal arm and embrace nature’s magic.
My 8-year-old Son, became the wandering, giant-killing ranger, Marthyn from Smoon. And my daughter became a six-thousand-year-old elf-girl, named Pink (who is permanently six-years-old) and only wishes to get to Unicorn City…
The game-play was good, and the life-lessons were even better. I thought they’d make a good fantasy novel at some point, or at least a silly, family friendly game-module. But most importantly, like our ramshackle characters, we learned to work as a team. And we rediscovered that we truly are a family. The real-life Company of the Wet Stone.
Baddies! Deadies! and Creepy-crawlies! Roll for initiative!