or some of us its just two words. It's nothing special - the province of geeky gamers and escapists; now moving on to more important issues... For others, these two words evoke such wild and exotic imaginations that it leaves us chagrined
at the dullness
of the everyday world we find ourselves in. Even for just a moment. If you intend to read past this, chances are, you're one of those people.
How was the day with your job today? Or your education? Get up, get to it, get through the day, get ready for the next. Now, one more time. Just one more. Keep it up. How's your future looking by the way? Oh, there's what's-his-name on TV. This petty man intends to manipulate your future to his own glorious
vision of the greater good, and dignifies his actions as a profession by calling himself a politician. Great future, isn't it?
Wouldn't it, for once, feel good to stand in the way of a man who sold his soul
to the devil that he might attain the power to subjugate the world to his will, rather than compete
against the man who sold his soul to the devil to get a competitive edge. On his next promotion
. Injustice. Injustice?
Don't worry. Your lawyer
will be happy, for modest fee, to battle yo... I mean debate
your case against the dramatic
backdrop of a courtroom drama, whilst the sneering
villai... I mean possible
suspect, grins at you from the box, winking un-surreptitiously, at his more competent (and better paid
) defence council.
To wield steel
, or the powers of the cosmos
in your hands
that have been done to you personally, regardless of whether your goals are righteous or selfish. To be promised such. Hell
, for those of us who find such things appealing, just
to attain this would be all that we've ever asked.
Uh-uh. Not happening. Not now. Not ever.Period
Which is why some of us wish to be reborn
in such a world of MYTHIC
proportions. But would you ever appreciate
it? The joy, the sorrow, the excitement, the terror, without ever knowing the crushing TEDIUM
of a day of clean, honest drudgery. Or is it work? Hard to tell sometimes. Clearly you can never have the best of both worlds.But then; how about:-
Who are you? The bar owner trying to make another day's living? Professional accountant, with Fifteen Years Experience
on the job? Or even the woman who broke up with a jerk
of a boyfriend, who took a restraining order
(a restraining order!
you? Whoever you are, the day has ended. Its time to go home and go through the obvious.
The bar owner goes to the basement to check what beverages are needed, and notices a crack in the floor. The woman, muttering colourful suggestions about her ex, notices a a small green fleck
in her drink. And it's growing
before her disbelieving eyes. The accountant picks himself up from the ruined remains of his couch to gaze at the shattered front of his apartment, window and wall, and at the green crystalline rock, cratered in the floor. Instinct would have told you to run, but comfortable living has rendered that instinct dull and replaced it with an extended nose.Fire
. Green, Burning, Fire
erupts. You scream. Are
you screaming? Its hard to tell over the cacophony of voices that sing, curse, weep, laugh, and titter, as if in a madman's dream. You're flying (or is it falling?) but you don't know because of the crimson agony
of being on fire. Something
is looking at you, but you don't know what. Then it ends.
You fall heavily. Sand
? Is this the beach. No
Desert. Barren wasteland, as far as the eyes... your
eyes can see, with only dunes, some, of herculean proportions. Why is it so cold?
The sky is nothing more than a leaden, roiling mass of clouds, shifting as if in hurricane winds. In this twilight, you find yourself. But not alone.Who are these others?
Is that an elf? A dwarf? W.T.F.
Oh, at least there's another human being here. Why the hell are they naked? Why the hell am I naked?
But they all share the same look. The look you can feel on your own face. Confusion. Bewilderment.
First you need to get up and... who's hands are these?
Mine? Wait... my body...
But no need for that. How will you survive? Where do you go? How will you get back home? (Is that even a real question?) Do you even want
to go back home?I don't know. Do you like the smell of adventure in the morning...
(Okay, stopping now to avoid lawsuits)
You find yourself in a word without television, droning adverts, salesmen willing to make a quick buck at your expense, and the Daily Whatever. You find yourself in world where magic is real, warriors clash with steel and fire, where mortals can become gods and gods mortal, and terrible powers can put an end to the world you as know it. You find yourself in a world where almost anything
is possible.You find yourself on the world of Emaeril.
Now. The important question...
WHAT DO YOU DO?
Lol, a bit of a long-winded introduction (but if you're here you're probably quite dedicated, so Kudos), and possibly serves to bring the basic premise behind this (and yet another) campaign recruitment thread.
Obviously this is just to check the waters and see how many people are interested in undertaking such a campaign, before more is hammered out.
I'm looking for about 4 - 5 players. The core system will most likely be Pathfinder (unless more people wish for D&D), but has D&D 3.5 elements, like the Heroes of Horror
and some aspects of the Tome of Magic
and Weapons of Legacy
. Anyone interested? Wipe your feet here and drop a message! (And maybe your thoughts)
Once I've determined the types of players (and enough interest), a OOC thread can begin and the start of THE adventure!Wishing y'all a good day (or evening)!