Actually, that's a lie I have many reasons why I'm excited. Let me explain further with a tantalizing Banner, eh?
The Embrace of the creatures of the night did tantalize me at the turn of the century. I longed to stalk the urban decay, a predator, yet . . . something ELSE was out there, ready to destroy me should I make one wrong step.
And, to date, my best GMing was as a storyteller of the one campaign I ran for my old Sunday crew. I believe the most telling session was when two of my players actually held a conversation in character IN SPANISH in order to keep one of the other players from knowing what they were talking about.
I am very torn about whether or not I will have enough cash to purchase this edition or I will have to MAKE enough to purchase it. I have quite a few of the old books, plus a bunch of digital supplements, but, if you're here, and you know me, and you have any fandoms of your own . . . the temptation is great.
At this blog site there is constant updates with crowd source input from old knowledge and I keep getting those old stirrings. I tried to start the mood for campaigns by reciting the back of the Dark Ages core book to my players, even now it takes me back, and makes me long for those nights . . .
"This, my childer, is the Long Night.
The Age of Learning is toppled and forgotten.
The Age of the Empire drowned in its own bile.
This is an Age of Darkness.
Look there, my childer, upon the lightless wild places,
where no law exists save that of tooth and talon.
Behold the human cities, as well,
Where we may be as lords when the sun gutters and dies.
Beware, my childer, of thy eternal enemies:
Of the savage ones, the skinchangers, who hunt as wolves.
Of the knights of fire and sword, the witch-slayers.
Of the burning scions of the pit itself.
But above all, my childer, beware one another,
For we shall always be our own direst foes,
This, my childer, is the Long Night.
It is thine."
The Age of Learning is toppled and forgotten.
The Age of the Empire drowned in its own bile.
This is an Age of Darkness.
Look there, my childer, upon the lightless wild places,
where no law exists save that of tooth and talon.
Behold the human cities, as well,
Where we may be as lords when the sun gutters and dies.
Beware, my childer, of thy eternal enemies:
Of the savage ones, the skinchangers, who hunt as wolves.
Of the knights of fire and sword, the witch-slayers.
Of the burning scions of the pit itself.
But above all, my childer, beware one another,
For we shall always be our own direst foes,
This, my childer, is the Long Night.
It is thine."
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