It’s the moments that players and GMs live for, when a player transcends their current plane of existence and becomes their character, feeling every single emotion, reacting instinctively and becoming – in my case- a very scared young elven woman.
Our lovely host LIz recounted the ordeal the summoner went through in her ‘geeky week’ section however if you missed it here it is. The party, excluding my summoner had become possessed by a haunt. A haunt that desired the death and consumption of the flesh of any character unpossessed. After a flamestrike and a few slashes of a sword, the party fell upon my corpse and began to feast.
After the blood had been cleaned up the full horror of what had happened struck them. After some vomiting I was resurrected, and Seonaid didn’t exist anymore.
The summoner looked through my eyes at the ashen faces of the party and made to leave, unable to comprehend what had happened that day. However, our cleric begged me to stay. The summoner was conflicted – horrified and deathly afraid of people she thought she could trust and had traveled with for months. However, she had also felt the tug of possession at her soul but had been able to resist it. She knew their actions were not their own, and refused the paladin’s offer of sacrifice. The paladin had proven to be noble and good hearted – she could not condemn them for a possession that so easily could have had her under it’s spell. After a long discussion persuading me to stay to help lay these spirits to rest, to stop anyone experiencing that situation again, the charged atmosphere at the table dropped.
The paladin, the cleric and the summoner returned to their earthly players, running high on adrenaline. These are the moments that make roleplaying worthwhile, and I’ll happily continue to roll dice at that table. Why would you sleep in on a Sunday morning, when you could be anything in the world?
The escapism of these moments is what makes roleplaying a much treasured past time for me. Sometimes you need to be able to shed your skin and put on a new one, with new ideas, a new perspective. Sometimes, the real world sucks. To be someone else, even for just 4 hours a week is such a precious commodity. Sleeping in is nice, but for me, I’ll be over here summoning a small army. See you round the table.