12-11-2018, 08:36 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-11-2018, 08:37 PM by DM Surranó.)
So. I gathered my courage and come forth. I can't tell what has changed in my life, or in myself in particular. I just can't make myself come here and post. Let alone catch up with all stuff I've missed.
I have to confess guys that...*nervous sigh*... this is the end. I guess. I don't feel the fire anymore. Not for forum play, that is. To diluted, I guess, compared to a live or online session. I may come back later, who knows... But probably won't. I really hit to love you guys. I'll wrap things up, promise, but not as a game. Rather, as a blog, or novel.
In no particular order,
I thank you, Toot, for convincing me to pull less, bend more.
I thank you, Lugar, for reassuring me that I was on the right track with many riddles and special quests.
I thank you, Giant, that you showed me how to play low charisma and intelligence in a consistent and entertaining way.
I thank you, Merri, for the otherworldly distant yet so humanlike humanoid that, above her own haughtiness, tolerates others so well.
I thank you, Shanna, for taking the courage and entering the frey of fey-infested demihumans with a pureblood human.
I thank you, Portho, that you inadvertently played to my hands so many times.
And I thank you, Succubus, for providing the technical background to this mayhem, no matter what.
All this said, I'm not burning bridges behind me. It would be too easy that way. I've been there, done that, on so many occasions, abandoning games without the slightest attempt of an excuse. Not this time. I won't delete my account. Quite the contrary: I encourage everyone to come and write me-- either PMs or emails. I may even find the time to participate in non-game parts of the forums, like, rants and announcements alike. I am contemplating participation in some online sessions, like, dedicated several hours on a few select occasions. If you have an idea, or you are thinking about inviting me, go ahead and give it a try! But beware, for I may actually accept it!
If you have questions; or suggestions about what format you'd like to see the full story of the Keeper of the Seven Keys unfolding; do tell.
If there's something still bugging you after all these years, like, why was it back then in Chapter X of Part Y that I tried this and that happened, go ahead and ask.
I'll be honest. The bulk of the story is still in my mind only. I have drafts and sketches of all parts, up to seven, and there are more notes "behind the scenes", but nothing that could be published easily for the players; let alone outsiders.
As a secondary note, I decided to give up storytelling on the forums before giving up my PCs. I'm reluctant to simply leave and let my PCs hang like deadweight in the GMs' necks.
I'm willing to participate in Marvel's game until Nacesh finds the place to bail out gracefully.
I'm willing to participate in Hael's game until Korg retires... or returns to Erastil... or whatever.
I'm also willing to let Biilë keep bugging all the party members with her cryptic and sarcastic notes until Rodrick gives her a chance to finsh adventuring.
I'll certainly need some time to catch up with all those, though... Crossing fingers... next week.
I have to confess guys that...*nervous sigh*... this is the end. I guess. I don't feel the fire anymore. Not for forum play, that is. To diluted, I guess, compared to a live or online session. I may come back later, who knows... But probably won't. I really hit to love you guys. I'll wrap things up, promise, but not as a game. Rather, as a blog, or novel.
In no particular order,
I thank you, Toot, for convincing me to pull less, bend more.
I thank you, Lugar, for reassuring me that I was on the right track with many riddles and special quests.
I thank you, Giant, that you showed me how to play low charisma and intelligence in a consistent and entertaining way.
I thank you, Merri, for the otherworldly distant yet so humanlike humanoid that, above her own haughtiness, tolerates others so well.
I thank you, Shanna, for taking the courage and entering the frey of fey-infested demihumans with a pureblood human.
I thank you, Portho, that you inadvertently played to my hands so many times.
And I thank you, Succubus, for providing the technical background to this mayhem, no matter what.
All this said, I'm not burning bridges behind me. It would be too easy that way. I've been there, done that, on so many occasions, abandoning games without the slightest attempt of an excuse. Not this time. I won't delete my account. Quite the contrary: I encourage everyone to come and write me-- either PMs or emails. I may even find the time to participate in non-game parts of the forums, like, rants and announcements alike. I am contemplating participation in some online sessions, like, dedicated several hours on a few select occasions. If you have an idea, or you are thinking about inviting me, go ahead and give it a try! But beware, for I may actually accept it!
If you have questions; or suggestions about what format you'd like to see the full story of the Keeper of the Seven Keys unfolding; do tell.
If there's something still bugging you after all these years, like, why was it back then in Chapter X of Part Y that I tried this and that happened, go ahead and ask.
I'll be honest. The bulk of the story is still in my mind only. I have drafts and sketches of all parts, up to seven, and there are more notes "behind the scenes", but nothing that could be published easily for the players; let alone outsiders.
As a secondary note, I decided to give up storytelling on the forums before giving up my PCs. I'm reluctant to simply leave and let my PCs hang like deadweight in the GMs' necks.
I'm willing to participate in Marvel's game until Nacesh finds the place to bail out gracefully.
I'm willing to participate in Hael's game until Korg retires... or returns to Erastil... or whatever.
I'm also willing to let Biilë keep bugging all the party members with her cryptic and sarcastic notes until Rodrick gives her a chance to finsh adventuring.
I'll certainly need some time to catch up with all those, though... Crossing fingers... next week.