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| + | ''I see a red door and I want it painted black''<br> | ||
| + | ''No colors anymore I want them to turn black''<br> | ||
| + | ''I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes''<br> | ||
| + | ''I have to turn my head until my darkness goes''<br> | ||
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| + | ''I see a line of cars and they're all painted black''<br> | ||
| + | ''With flowers and my love both never to come back''<br> | ||
| + | ''I see people turn their heads and quickly look away''<br> | ||
| + | ''Like a new born baby it just happens every day''<br> | ||
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| + | ''I look inside myself and see my heart is black''<br> | ||
| + | ''I see my red door and it has been painted black''<br> | ||
| + | ''Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts''<br> | ||
| + | ''It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black''<br> | ||
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| + | ''No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue''<br> | ||
| + | ''I could not foresee this thing happening to you''<br> | ||
| + | ''If I look hard enough into the settin' sun''<br> | ||
| + | ''My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes''<br> | ||
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| + | ''I see a red door and I want it painted black''<br> | ||
| + | ''No colors anymore I want them to turn black''<br> | ||
| + | ''I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes''<br> | ||
| + | ''I have to turn my head until my darkness goes''<br> | ||
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| + | ''I wanna see it painted, painted black''<br> | ||
| + | ''Black as night, black as coal''<br> | ||
| + | ''I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky''<br> | ||
| + | ''I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black, yeah''<br> | ||
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| + | -- '''The Rolling Stones'''<br> | ||
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| + | <span style="color:#D2691E;">'''<u>Position</u>:''' Formerly storyteller for [[Rio de Janeiro]], [[Quebec City]] and [[Sleepy Hollow]].<br> | ||
<span style="color:#D2691E;">'''My Final Game as Storyteller:''' The Assassination of Angelo (June 16 - 19th, 2014) | <span style="color:#D2691E;">'''My Final Game as Storyteller:''' The Assassination of Angelo (June 16 - 19th, 2014) | ||
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| − | <span style="color:#D2691E;"> ''I looked at a lot of Drow pictures, but most of them were cool, macho, seductive, and far to beautiful. Tharz has the potential to live a thousand years as an elf, but his first two-hundred years consisted of an extremely abusive childhood, cult indoctrination, conscription into the equivalent a third-world militia, hazing, fighting on the losing side of a civil war and finally, becoming homeless. Above all, he is a survivor and not very pretty to look at. He has led one of the hardest kind of lives imaginable and only with that lying behind him could he look at the dark domains of the Demiplane of Dread as a place where he could find redemption and some kind of acceptance. The people of Ravenloft have much to fear and they are suspicious of all outsiders. Strangely, it is only in this environment, so rich in paranoia, that a Drow-elf could be seen as being on an equal footing with all other demi-humans. For while he does indeed have a intimidating visage and an alien appearance, the myriad peoples of Ravenloft know that the most dangerous threats to their communities take non-threatening and seductive forms. So, despite the irony and perhaps because of it, Tharz now seeks to win the trust of each new community or individual he comes upon knowing he has at least as good a chance of making friends and allies as he has of creating new enemies, which for a dark elf is favorable odds indeed.'' | + | <span style="color:#D2691E;"> ''I looked at a lot of Drow pictures, but most of them were cool, macho, seductive, and far to beautiful. Tharz has the potential to live a thousand years as an elf, but his first two-hundred years consisted of an extremely abusive childhood, cult indoctrination, conscription into the equivalent a third-world militia, hazing, fighting on the losing side of a civil war and finally, becoming homeless. Above all, he is a survivor and not very pretty to look at. He has led one of the hardest kind of lives imaginable and only with that lying behind him could he look at the dark domains of the Demiplane of Dread as a place where he could find redemption and some kind of acceptance. The people of Ravenloft have much to fear and they are suspicious of all outsiders. Strangely, it is only in this environment, so rich in paranoia, that a Drow-elf could be seen as being on an equal footing with all other demi-humans. For while he does indeed have a intimidating visage and an alien appearance, the myriad peoples of Ravenloft know that the most dangerous threats to their communities take non-threatening and seductive forms. So, despite the irony and perhaps because of it, Tharz now seeks to win the trust of each new community or individual he comes upon knowing he has at least as good a chance of making friends and allies as he has of creating new enemies,...which for a dark elf is favorable odds indeed.'' |
| − | ''Its been 25 years, and I know I had a good storyteller because I can still remember a fair amount of what happened in that session.'' | + | <span style="color:#D2691E;"> ''Its been 25 years, and I know I had a good storyteller because I can still remember a fair amount of what happened in that session.'' |
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| + | == Characters == | ||
| + | * '''[[Ostanes Character Sheet|Ostanes]]''' -- ''Third Magian'' | ||
| + | * '''[[Umbraculavites]]''' -- ''Chimera Draconid'' | ||
| + | * '''[[Everett Young]]''' -- ''Anarch Musician'' | ||
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Latest revision as of 22:56, 20 June 2022
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I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens every day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the settin' sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black, yeah
-- The Rolling Stones
Position: Formerly storyteller for Rio de Janeiro, Quebec City and Sleepy Hollow.
My Final Game as Storyteller: The Assassination of Angelo (June 16 - 19th, 2014)
To everyone, storytellers and players alike in the World is a Vampire chronicle, I (Bruce) am stepping down as a storyteller. Next week, the week of June 15th through the 21st is my final week of storytelling. I didn't come to this decision quickly, I have been mulling it over for the last couple of years, but today, something clicked and made my decision simple. As soon as I made the decision, I felt a vast weight leave my psychologically and as such, I knew that it was the correct decision. The truth is, that my storytelling had been going down-hill for quite a while and I could see it, but nothing I did really seemed to make a difference and recently I could see that I was going to hit a point where I was going to begin to do damage to the game and I wanted to leave the storyteller position before that happened. I didn't want to ruin any memories or friendships and that was clearly where I was headed. The other reason is that for decades, literally, I have been running Vampire. Since I picked up the game during the summer of 1992 and it was my favorite game to run and play within. Lately however, I had started to see it as work, I was treated it as a shift at King Soopers, just doing my time and getting by, which was wrong for so many reasons. Anyway, regardless of what you may think of my decision, I hope the game will continue and that none of you will take this as a slight against you. While its cliche, there was nothing wrong with anyone but me. I do hope to play and having made the decision to lay down the ST position, I am looking forward to play my character, somewhere, anywhere with another player or two.
Pax Aeternis -- Bruce
Bruce: Your decision man, but your the best storyteller I have ever had the pleasure to play under. You might feel you STing has went downhill, but I am constantly in awe of how you run a story. I also love the way you play, so would love to figure out a way to run you. Your insight as a writer has been amazing. I hope this is not a permanent thing. But I understand the load you carry as a storyteller and will honor your wishes. Keith
Your words mean a lot Keith. By finishing my few sessions with the Rio crew and stepping down, I know that very impression will remain rather than be sullied by where I was about to go with the game. As a storyteller, you have to balance the realism inherent in dark fantasy with the wishes of the players. When as a storyteller you start to feel torn between entertaining your players and unleashing a well deserved and realistic hell upon them, you know it is time to let it go. But thanks for the words, I hope someone says something half that complimentary on my gravestone.
Amazingly cool picture for Tharz Dosha. Character works great for me. I think we will pick up with Tharz leaving Forlorn. THAT was a cool game, oh what a long time ago. Keith
I looked at a lot of Drow pictures, but most of them were cool, macho, seductive, and far to beautiful. Tharz has the potential to live a thousand years as an elf, but his first two-hundred years consisted of an extremely abusive childhood, cult indoctrination, conscription into the equivalent a third-world militia, hazing, fighting on the losing side of a civil war and finally, becoming homeless. Above all, he is a survivor and not very pretty to look at. He has led one of the hardest kind of lives imaginable and only with that lying behind him could he look at the dark domains of the Demiplane of Dread as a place where he could find redemption and some kind of acceptance. The people of Ravenloft have much to fear and they are suspicious of all outsiders. Strangely, it is only in this environment, so rich in paranoia, that a Drow-elf could be seen as being on an equal footing with all other demi-humans. For while he does indeed have a intimidating visage and an alien appearance, the myriad peoples of Ravenloft know that the most dangerous threats to their communities take non-threatening and seductive forms. So, despite the irony and perhaps because of it, Tharz now seeks to win the trust of each new community or individual he comes upon knowing he has at least as good a chance of making friends and allies as he has of creating new enemies,...which for a dark elf is favorable odds indeed.
Its been 25 years, and I know I had a good storyteller because I can still remember a fair amount of what happened in that session.
Characters
- Ostanes -- Third Magian
- Umbraculavites -- Chimera Draconid
- Everett Young -- Anarch Musician
