There are many stories lined up, leaning upon each other, across the dusty wooden floor. Gather your courage, take a breath, and step outside the door. Left down the corridor, the short curving stairs, past tables of bric-à-brac, and uncomfortable chairs. Discover the library, shelves upon shelves of tales new and old, all found in the belly of the high walled Pegasus that has kept them these long, dark ages cold. If you remain mindful, careful, even courageous too then you may find the noble thread stitching their vellum pages to leather, spine and glue. As we gallop across the sky we'll explore the spacious rooms, cluttered corridors, dark cupboards and nooks, low and high. Or opening windows clear and wide, allowing in chill, breathing our fill, of the refreshing breeze of our ride. We can lean precariously over the windowsill's edge, daring vertigo's alluring spin, to peer down and out over distant fields, woods, valleys, villages and kin. Look closer still, to be so bold, we may catch a glance of the causa causans coursing their way through the fold. Be wary though of the Nobilis, deep in their inky wells, least they stare back at you in truth. For remember this fair warning if you wish to see morning; sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth.
It will be Nobilis.
With an occasional crash of dice for those forked lightning bolts that randomly stab down from the sky into the land. The rolling thunder across the landscape changing all that had been planned.
There are many stories and places to explore, I will only frame them, but to be sought within them each a conundrum, artifact or realization.
The stories will live as long as Pegasus passes overhead, tracing across the horizon an arching path to where only you would be led. Our sessions will be short, not a marathon, two to three hours at most to avoid creative exhaustion.
The veil will need careful consideration and maybe even modification. A chance to step back and remember to breathe, after all it's only imagination.
So, then, hold fast the leather rein, whilst Pegasus chomps the Kimberwicke in vain, pull firmly once on the halter. Ready to ride? Good; now then, tap kindly his right winged shoulder.
Ahem... sorry about the prose above. Blame it on the jet lag but, yesterday, Veles and I discussed ideas, elements and forms for the thing and here's the sum of it;
We'll be meeting every two weeks - alternating with the Dungeon World game every other Sunday - for three hours tops. We're planning to complete the beginning, middle and end of the story arc before mid-December. Maybe longer, we'll see. We're studying Nobilis to better understand and manage game play but probably with some tweaks as may work best. We may clarify the veil to suit play as well; such as just calling 'time out' if things are getting mired in non-creative sludge. We're not seeking loftier story gaming goals but simply wanting to weave a fun, somewhat abstract, set of stories together. Be prepared for continuity checks as well as deliberate plot elements, intriguing puzzles and unusual paths to be explored but, ultimately, it's where our collective imagination flies us.
I have room enough to accommodate three more around the coffee table. I also have tea, crumpets and Marmite, if you'd prefer.