Drinnik Shoehorn wrote:I think it went like this:
*Evee heard a knock at the door.
*Brom opened it and found the baby.
*Trebor suggested going to the Carnival.
It was so free form and unstructured, especially at the beginning, that it's quite difficult to piece together everything.
Whoa, thread necromancy!
Yep, that sounds about right. But the free-form thing was what made it so much fun. It allowed for rotating de-facto DMs to just step up and introduce a "bad guy" with plans to corrupt or control Galen, and it took us to the Carnival, Darkon, Richemulot, Kartakass, Lamordia (a little-known village called "Verlorenshaus", which is tough to spell and tougher to locate on a map
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) and half a dozen other lands.
Looking back, it's amazing how well it worked being as unstructured as it was. I still remember one situation where the group had managed something fairly impressive (though the details escape me), and it prompted one of the NPCs to observe that we -- the Taverners -- must have known each other for years to work so well together. And Trebor responded with something like "No, we just met last night... but we're REALLY good at improvising."
Back then, I think many of us were swept up in the "darkness" of the Mists -- you know, playing haunted or corrupted characters with difficult pasts and lots of scars (I know Castor Ravenwood was like that). Evee really stood out as a character because unlike most of the rest of the group, she was determined to bring some light to the darkness -- even if it was just a kind word, a clap on the shoulder, or a silly joke between characters. The tragedies she'd been through -- losing her parents, taking care of her brother -- were as horrible as anything the rest of the characters had gone through, but Evee was determined not to let it bring her down. I think in that way, she was just as influential to the group as the "DM-of-the-week".
While the campaign was going on, Marie and I corresponded via email and PM a few dozen times. I won't say that I knew her well (circumstances being what they were, sadly, I didn't get the chance), but I certainly got the impression that she and Evee had more than a little in common.
“I let out a battle cry. Sure, a lot of people might have mistaken it for a sudden yelp of unmanly fear, but trust me. It was a battle cry.”
― Harry Dresden