Metagamer Chronicles by Xavier P. Hunter

You went with Sevius, huh? Gary asked casually. Path Powers: Divine Light, Lesser Healing Level/Path: Cleric of Sevius XP: 0/1,000 Race: Human Player Name: Kim Tanaka Character Name: Sister Sira Long I want everyone reacting like their characters are in a situation, not a math problem.

I’ll update your card when things change. How are we supposed to plan if we don’t know our own stats half the time? The tiny slip of graph-paper cardboard included a few key combat numbers and bits of biographical data but not the nitty gritty of the character build. I’m not sure about this whole ‘no looking at the character sheets’ thing, Kim said with a scowl as she handed hers over. Yeah, Darryl said, though he didn’t sound convincing.Ĭharacters ready for approval? Gary asked. First off, everyone read up on the background material?īetter than watching TV while feeding Caspian, Katie replied. Zane was going to pay a price for missing the intro. It wasn’t an auspicious start to a new campaign, especially one he’d worked so hard on and poured so much love into. With a sigh, Gary sat down at the head of the table. Without looking up she reported, Says he’ll be here soon. Marty paused mid-sip of his beer and swallowed. Whenever anyone brought up the stuffed three-ring binder in front of his spot at the table, he deflected.Įleven o’clock arrived. Gary kept up with talk of work, a million baby stories, and Darryl’s misadventures getting his license renewed. When the dice came out, they became brothers in arms. Between gaming sessions, they were acquaintances. Katie brought Caspian along, setting up his playpen within arm’s reach of her chair at the gaming table.Įveryone chatted and gossiped as if they didn’t all have each other on every social media platform, plus text and email. When Marty arrived, he plunked a five-pack of beer down in the middle of Gary’s dining-room table. Kim had picked up store-bought cookies from the GreenWay across the street. Darryl brought a slow-cooker filled with chili. The players arrived in a disorderly queue starting at quarter of eleven. This was the one they’d all be talking about for years, tucking away old character sheets like keepsakes and saving their tabletop miniatures on bookshelves and desktops for the warm glow it kindled in their souls every time they remembered the glory that was Pellar.

It was his masterpiece, his grand oeuvre. It was the first day of a new campaign, one Gary had been working on for months at the expense of his gaming guild and band mates. It was hard to be a god with a side gig, even if working as a short-order cook paid the rent while godhood was merely a hobby.īut today was something special. That was because it was only every other week that he could arrange with Stu at Jimbo’s Diner to swap shifts with him.

Every other Saturday, from 11 AM to 9 PM, Gary Burns was a god.

Metagamer Chronicles by Xavier P. Hunter