August is looming ever closer, which means it's getting close to that time when #RPGaDAY returns! Once again, throughout August, we're asking you to use the daily prompt to talk about, illustrate, photograph, blog, tweet, instagram, or anything, all about tabletop roleplaying games, and how they make your life better.
As always, keep it positive - this is all about spreading the word about how great our hobby is.
Check out this little video for more information -
RPGaDAY2019 Launch - YouTube
The prompts this year are a single word, giving you the chance to interpret it in your own way - get creative! If you don't like the word, pick an alternative like...
I'll apologise now if this is a long post, but it's not very often that something as surreal as this happens, and I may go off on strangely nostalgic tangents while writing this. My only regret is that I didn't take a heap more photographs.
First of all, a little context. I grew up in a small coastal town in the East Riding of Yorkshire. I lived there until I went off to University at the age of 22 (yes, I was a "mature student" as they called it), but that little town was my home for my formative years - where I went to school, formed the friendships with my D&D group that still lasts today, and where my family lived (and some of them still do).
I don't remember the house I was "born" into (I use quotes as technically I was born in a hospital miles away) but when I was very young we moved into a house fairly close to the seafront. It was a huge house - four bedrooms, three storey terraced house - room enough for my parents, myself and my two older sisters.
We lived there long after my sisters married and moved out, but my mum was finding it harder to negotiate the stairs (she caught polio as a child and was paralysed from the waist down, walking with a stick and callipers) so we moved from this massive house into a small bungalow on the other side of the town when I was about 13. The strange thing is, when I dream of my childhood, it's never of the bungalow - even though I lived there for nine years. It's always this huge house of my younger childhood.
Me, standing outside the house - I have no idea of the year, but it must be early 1970s.
I've always been fascinated by that house. When I wrote the novel (that's never been read by anyone, even my wife) that ties in with the WILD RPG, the lead character's grandmother lives in a version of that house, because - to this day - I still have the layout, and vivid memories of my time there, lodged firmly in my mind. It's weird.
Stepping into your Memories
Here comes the surreal bit... and a little more context to add to it. The old RPG group, when we were old enough, used to frequent the pubs in the town to socialise when we weren't gaming. Though I'd moved away from that house, we went to the pub at the end of that road and it became one of our regular haunts. Heck, as a teenager I was friends with the landlord's son who was in my class, which was a bit weird. Anyway, just recently plans had been made to demolish the pub to make way for some flats or something. As I was back in the town to visit my sisters I thought I'd take a walk - take in the sea air, visit the old places, refresh the memories, and see the pile of rubble that had once been our local.
I took some photos of the building site that once was host to many evenings of drinking too many colas (for me anyway) and too many bad games of pool. Then I thought I'd walk down my old street and give the old house a glance...
I've blurred the photo a little so no one gets into trouble, but the front door was open and a builder was standing outside the front of my old house.
My old house as it stands now (2019)
I stopped and looked in, straight down the hallway to the flight of stairs at the end. Back in the 70's, that was where my mum used to sit, as best she could with callipers on her legs, and spent hours on the old wall mounted phone to talk to her relatives down in London. Having a chance to look into the house was weird, and I just stood there in the street for a second to take it in.
The guy stood outside didn't seem fussed, and I said to him, "I know this sounds really weird, a complete stranger walking up to you in the street like this, but I used to live here. Back in the 70's. I have real memories of that hallway, my mum sitting there on the phone. It's really strange seeing it again."
"Really?" he said, "Did you want to take a look?"
I'm sorry I didn't get your name, but seriously, this was fantastic. He warned me of the dangerous bits, of the bits of wood on the floor with nails, but otherwise he let me go into my old house for the first time in 35 years...
The ground floor used to be two main rooms - a living room (which was at the back) where we spent most of our time, and what we called the front room (no points for guessing where that was).
Since we'd left, these two rooms had been knocked together to make one huge living space, with one of the doors to the entrance hall being walled up. The front room still has its bay window (but the old sash windows had been replaced with double-glazing). The huge iron fireplace and mantlepiece had gone, and the chimney had been sealed up, but there were still some bits I recognised. Like the alcove nearest the window near the chimney, where the TV used to sit. I have memories of clamping my Hot Wheels track (remember those orange tracks?) to the windowsill in here, and laying out the Scalextric track which took up most of the floor.
The living room (or "back room") was where we spent most of the time. Connected to the kitchen, the TV used to be off to the left of this photo. The TVs always seemed to be near the windows as the cable from the old Rediffusion supply didn't reach very far, and we had to get up and turn the dial on the wall to change the channels. "A" and "B" used to be Radio stations, while "C" was BBC2, "D" was ITV (or "Yorkshire Television" as it was), and "E" was BBC1. That was all we had back in those days. When the weather was good, we could sometimes pick up Tyne Tees TV on one of the other channels, but only if the clouds were in the right formation.
Again, the old fireplace was gone, where my dad used to sit with his newspaper - pipe sticking out of his mouth, with his feet up on the chimney breast. "Feet up the chimney," as my mum would say.
The kitchen felt wider, and I have memories of my mum standing in there. She said that when I was very young our black cat (Tinker) would drape itself around her shoulders while she cooked. Crazy cat. Beyond that (the pale turquoise in the distance of the photo) was where the downstairs toilet was. When I was young beyond that was the shed and the coal shed only accessible from the garden, but I remember the builders coming in and converting the shed (and knocking through to the house) to become a conservatory (which mum used to call "The Veranda" even though it was enclosed and was more like a glazed shed or greenhouse). The back door to the garden had moved since I was a kid, too. Not sure why, but maybe it was just to move it further away from the main house.
I described some of this to the builder-guy, and thanked him for letting me take a look. He said "If you want to go have a look upstairs, go ahead." He went back out to the front of the house to wait for the people he was originally waiting for, and I headed upstairs - I guess he figured I couldn't steal anything as the whole house was nothing but floorboards!
Heading up those stairs they seemed steeper than I remembered - Gawd knows how my mum used to get up and down those. At the top of the stairs was the familiar little turn and more steps up to the first floor, or straight on (and a few more steps up) to the bathroom. The bathroom had been knocked into the separate toilet to make one larger room, though you lose the option of using one while someone's in the other!
That weird turn on the stairs and the "going down and up" when coming out of the bathroom had always remained in my memory. I remember, as a kid, I always avoided stepping on the flat landing, stepping from the bottom step of one side to the bottom step of the other, as if touching that flat bit was lava or poisonous, or a trap of some shape or description. Seeing it again was just strange. I don't remember the bannisters being painted when I was a kid though.
The landing went forward to the small bedroom to the right (my room when I was younger), and the huge master bedroom ahead (my parents' room). I have memories of avoiding seeing myself in the dressing table mirror in my parents' room - I hated mirrors in general. To avoid it, when the door was open, you had to walk right up against the bannisters, then turn - eyes closed - and jump for my bedroom door...
Even weirder, my bedroom was still blue.
I'm still a little thrown by that. It's like the last 35 years hadn't happened, and they'd just stripped everything out of it. The bed used to be under the window, and I had some old Bakelite radios on the shelves/table at the bottom of it - I was convinced I was picking up signals from a secret installation. Like a beeping version of a Numbers Station... Ah, the ways we used to entertain ourselves before the internet, or before I used to have a TV in my room. I'm sure those shelves were the same (though I remember them having cupboard doors when I was a kid).
Can't believe it's blue.
Anyway, out of that door and turning towards my parents' room.
For some reason they'd cut the side off the of the huge, double-windowed "master bedroom" that was my parents' room, and extended the landing. Ho well. The stairs continued up towards the top floor...
Looking down from the top floor I had weird memories of my Action Man helicopter pilot being suspended on a string, trying to make him descend all of the floors from this point. If you looked down you could see right down to the ground floor in a vertigo-inducing realisation of how high up you were. The roof cuts in here, and I didn't remember the ceiling being so low (*bump*), but this was off limits for a long time as a younger kid - this was the domain of my sisters' rooms.
To the right is the smaller of the two upper rooms, the domain of the younger of my two older sisters. When she married and moved out it became a spare room, mostly storage, and my dad used it to get away from my noise from time to time.
I have distinct memories of the front room on the top floor being huge. When my eldest sister married and moved out, and when I was old enough for my mother to trust me to be further out of reach, I relocated from the first floor to the top floor and into my sister's old room. Big enough for a double bed and a single, this was epic proportions for a pre-teen. Of course, the roof was really low in some parts, but I didn't notice so much at that age. It was vast, and I had room to really spread out.
It didn't last long, of course. I'd only been up there about a year when my parents decided to move to the bungalow, and I downsized into a room a fraction of the size - just enough space for a single cabin-bed, a workdesk, a cupboard and a set of drawers.
I was sad to leave that huge house - possibly why it stayed in my memories so well.
But, I'd stayed enough, and didn't want to push my luck. I carefully headed down the stairs (which again, seemed far steeper than I remembered as a kid), and back out to the front door. I thanked the guy who let me have a look - it really was a chance in a lifetime to go back to seeing the house again after thirty-five years. Thank you again, whoever you are.
It's strange how much of the house was exactly how I remembered it - the stairs, the room layout, and the space. Though seeing it like this, I wonder how that'll have an effect on my dreams - when I dream of being a kid, or returning to that house, will it be how I remembered it originally? The sunflower yellow kitchen, the flowered wallpaper, and the carpeted hall. Or will it become the house I just saw, with bare floorboards - empty, but full of potential?
Just one of the halls at UK Games Expo 2019 at the NEC in Birmingham
Sorry it's been very quiet on here for the last month and a bit... Thankfully that's been mostly due to being busy with a writing project. Though, as usual, the regular brain irregularities of self-doubt, imposter syndrome, and thinking I should just pack in the whole RPG writing malarky and resign myself to a life in the underpaid and under-appreciated realms of retail, have reared their ugly heads along with other brain farts.
Anyway - writing project. Hurrah! Yes. Can't say too much at the moment, but it's taking an existing system and giving it a once over - taking out the unnecessarily wordy, the complicated, and the superfluous, and making it faster, cooler, and even more accessible than it already was. It's been cool so far, and good to get back into it again. If I can just get over the doubt, the self criticism, and general fatigue.
Meanwhile, this weekend was UK Games Expo in Birmingham. I've never been to one of these, usually only heading to London for Dragonmeet as it's easier for me to get to. Thankfully, I'd been given some monies for my birthday to cover some of the cost of this, and I thought it would be good to say Hi to some of the cool people in the industry.
Dragonmeet is big, but UK Games Expo is HUGE. That photo doesn't do it justice. And that's just one of the halls. In the background on the left you can see there's a double decker bus. A real bus. It's enormous. Just walking up and down the aisles and taking in all the stands was exhausting, especially after a 4:30am start to get there! Was worth it though, as I got to catch up with all the awesome people on the various stands, met up with my GM Stoo who was there plugging the playtest of his Greek mythology game Aegean, and got to see all the cool stuff that had been announced and released that I can never afford.
"Hot Dumbledore" mini from Knight Models as part of their amazing Harry Potter miniatures game
I was only there for the one day, the Friday, but I managed to take most of it in thankfully. I must say many thanks to the awesome people at Cubicle 7 Entertainment for putting up with my usual badgering, and to the fantastic people from Fria Ligan for taking the time to chat (why they didn't have a bigger stand amazes me - some of the coolest games around and they only had the smallest of stands). Thanks to the chaps from Effekt Podcast (formerly Coriolis Effect Podcast), especially Matt who decided I was interesting enough to interview for an upcoming episode (mostly about my Harry Potter hack of Tales from the Loop), and to all the other people I got to chat with and catch up with.
I'm so sorry if I babbled at any time, or said something stupid. I was very tired... I'll be more coherent at Dragonmeet I promise.
Okay, I'm going to try and catch up on the sleep, before getting back to the writing. Deadlines to meet!
Oh, and I need to work out prompts for #RPGaDAY... *wink* Until next time, stay multiclassy!!
It is the Spring Equinox, and spring means the start of new things.
It's also the month where both myself and my wife have birthdays, and our wedding anniversary. Our birthdays were filled with feelings of "Oh god, another year older. I'm not celebrating." So we kinda took it easy, but I felt like I needed to add a new blog post to be all sharing and what-not.
I made the leap and decided I was going to go to UKGamesExpo this year. Never been before, but I know a couple of the cool publishers who are going and I thought I'd try to convince some of them to send some writing work my way? You never know.
So I thought I'd do a new business card. I didn't really like my old one, and I haven't really handed out many of them, so I figured I'd do it myself rather than pay to have some printed.
Especially as I have zero monies at the moment. Anyway, the new business cards I thought could be like Tarot cards to tie in with the cards used in WILD (remember my blog posts about Tarot cards?) My art isn't very up to scratch, but the basic concept is using the Magician card, and the usual "tools" of the magician's art are replaced by items that represent all of the games I've worked on in the past - a model of a TARDIS, a model Enterprise, a zombie, a UFO, the tech from WILD, etc.
So, if you see someone dressed in black at UKGamesExpo this year looking confused and lost, it's probably me. Come over and say hi.
Though... I do have some writing work at the moment. Not sure what I can say about it yet. It's not a huge one, but pretty darn cool none the less. It's a short contract, and I'm hoping it goes pretty smoothly. I'm sure I'll post on here when it's public. So, until that one's done, WILD is going to have to rest on the back-burner again for a while.
Okay... on the subject of writing, I should get back to it. Until next post...
Many moons ago I used to review movies. I loved doing it too, and went to some awesome screenings and press conferences - heck I was in the same room as the entire cast of the Avengers! Yes, I was twenty feet away from Scarlett Johansson and Tom Hiddleston without passing out. Getting to these screenings was pricey and soon fell outside of my budget, and the big Marvel movies didn't really need press conferences and screenings to get people interested - people were going to see them no matter what! - so my movie reviewing seemed to have been left by the wayside.
However, I still get invites and review offers for some of the coolest indie movies around, and last month I was offered the chance to check out the new documentary Being Frank: The Chris Sievey Story.
I couldn't make it to the screening, but my very good friend Maz Webster went in my place and really enjoyed it. Anyway, enough of me waffling on, here's Maz with her review of Being Frank.
This is a portrait of the man underneath the over-sized papier-mâché head of Frank Sidebottom, Chris Sievey. A good looking, hugely creative man. One that saw himself as a pop star, and could have achieved such status but didn’t fit into the Manchester music scene of the time. With his band, The Freshies, he released a few pure pop Manchester singles but they never quite broke out. Frank Sidebottom first appeared at a Freshies gig as a fan. This appears to be the start of a split personality which intimately consumed its creator.
Being Frank is an affectionate film including interviews with some of the privileged few who knew Chris Sievey and including well known fans such as John Cooper Clarke and Johnny Vegas. This comical and moving story is told through extensive images, music and tapes made by Sievey himself.
Starting with him as a young man, this is a portrait of a family man who had a fun and unique approach to fatherhood. Often making videos with his children, this is a man who lived and breathed art in all forms. Apparently never disheartened when a project failed to take off, he would just move on to the next idea. Frank Sidebottom was just meant to be a fun character but became a legendary Manchester personality putting the suburb of Timperley on the map. Sidebottom was often on television, released records, produced a comic and made many live appearances particularly through the ‘Madchester’ time of the late 1980’s.
Frank Sidebottom allowed Chris Sievey to express his art and claim the fame he sought after. The alter ego however, started to overtake his true personality and a double life was truly formed.
This is a thoroughly enjoyable film and is totally fascinating and inspiring. The world has lost a fantastic artist and human being. It’s time to bring Sievey and Sidebottom into your life. It really is.
Being Frank: The Chris Sievey Story is released in cinemas in the UK on 29th March 2019 by Altitude. For further information, check out the official website for the movie at www.beingfrankmovie.com and check out the trailer below.
BEING FRANK: THE CHRIS SIEVEY STORY - OFFICIAL UK TRAILER [HD] - IN CINEMAS & ON DIGITAL MARCH 29 - YouTube
Over the last three weeks I've been looking at the Tarot and how it has influenced my game playing and designing over the years. This brings me handily to this week's blogpost - a preview of a forthcoming Kickstarter that uses the Tarot as a game mechanic...
Relics: A Game of Angels launches on Kickstarter on the 10th April 2019
Relics: A Game of Angels really ticks some major boxes in appealing to me. First of all, it uses Tarot as a mechanic for task resolution (and other cool elements). It also is about angels, which is very cool. And also, it's written by Steve Dee who I've known from the days of playtesting Conspiracy X 2.0. Sure, I may be a little biased, but I'm not reviewing - I'm giving you a sneak peak into what is sure to be a very cool Kickstarter launching next month.
Relics uses the Fugue System as designed by James Wallis that first appeared in his game Alas Vegas (which I mentioned last week in the blog). In Alas Vegas the basic premise was that the characters woke with no knowledge of who or where they were, and the game gradually filled in those details as the story progressed. The Tarot cards are used for task resolution using Blackjack (or "21") as the main system. However, in Relics the characters know who they are - they are angels stranded on Earth. The memory recovery element is still present, but the players start with a definite feel for who their character is, as they struggle against demons, creatures and some humans, to try to save the world from itself. Instead of remembering who they are, the mechanic cleverly allows players to recall skills or information that will help them in times of need, filling in the character's backstory as the game progresses. The player determines the skill they need to "remember" but another player narrates the memory.
In addition to this, the angels can discover and reconnect with powerful relics that have powers and abilities that could aid them in their fight, or have the opposite effect. While the game could be a pure fight against demons and evil forces, the inclusion of these relics adds an element of hunting for hidden and powerful items, racing against time and demonic powers to gain control of them before they fall into the wrong hands.
Artwork from the forthcoming Relics RPG
I've been reading the playtest document for Relics and I'm really enjoying the use of the Fugue system for it. It seems like a perfect marriage of system and setting as the characters uncover elements of their past that can influence their actions now.
The Tarot cards are used in additional ways in Relics, coming into play in character creation (though in a faster way to that which I've been toying with in WILD) as well as generating random miracles, and other narrative effects.
It is going to be hard to review or preview Relics without mentioning other angelic roleplaying games, and this really does feel like it could be an excellent successor to the incredibly popular RPG In Nomine, (originally In Nomine Satanis/Magna Veritas) that was big in the late 90's. And that's not a bad thing to be compared to as I loved In Nomine. Relics also has echoes of TV series such as Lucifer and Supernatural, and movies like The Prophecy, though the tone of the game is certainly a lot darker.
Another fantastic element that the game has going for it is the design of the Tarot cards. Remember a couple of posts ago I talked about the original Mage: The Ascension game and the Mage Tarot that was produced to accompany it? It is still one of my favourite decks and the artwork is fantastic. Well, it seems that Dan Smith (aka SMIF) who did some of the artwork for the Mage Tarot, as well as most of the illustrations for In Nomine, is on board as artist for the Relics Tarot.
With that, and Steve Dee's writing, and a great use of the Fugue system, it looks like Relics could be a huge success. Definitely check it out when the Kickstarter goes live on April 10th - I'll be posting a direct link to it here once it launches. I can't wait!
Over the last two weeks I've been chronicling my relationship with the Tarot, and how it has inspired and influenced my gaming and art. Onto the final part (with an epilogue to follow).
The first generation of the Tarot used for playtesting WILD
When I started working on WILD, my RPG of dreamsharing, my natural assumption was to continue with the system I knew the best - Vortex, the game system I'd designed for Cubicle 7's Doctor Who RPG. It seemed to work for just about anything with a few tweaks, and I started stripping the system down to be even simpler. Four Attributes, and five "Skills", though these skills were more like roles or archetypes to begin with.
These skills were initially inspired by the most influential source for the game, with names like Forger, Architect, Pointman, Shade, etc. and I'd had a moment of clarity for the name of the game system - Rapid Die Movement.
But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to incorporate a set of Tarot cards into the game. I thought the randomness of dreams could be inspired by using a card draw (when the primary dreamer loses control over their own dreamscape) and some of the Tarot images could incorporate some of the list of 100 common dreams that I'd compiled. Then I started to wonder - why am I using dice for one thing, and cards for another, when I could just use the Tarot for everything - randomness, task resolution, and even character creation? Character creation was the real moment I turned my attention purely to the cards - if you lay out a spread of Tarot cards that look at your past to divine the future, why not use the Tarot cards to inspire and guide through character creation for the game? A detailed background is essential for WILD, as images from your past may surface in your dreams.
Much as I hated to say goodbye to the name Rapid Die Movement, I put the dice away and started to focus on the cards - their symbolism, alternative uses, and how they could work in task resolution. In order to do that, I thought I'd check out some other roleplaying games that used cards as a mechanic.
Everway RPG by Jonathan Tweet, Published by Wizards of the Coast (1995)
First one I was recommended was sitting on my gaming shelves. Everway was been a great influence in the way it looks, the design and the production. It's a rather gorgeous set that was way ahead of its time. Using two decks of cards - a Fortune Deck that was used for action resolution, and a Vision Deck that could be used to inspire encounters, quests and adventures. It came in a big box with three books and a handful of character sheets. To my regret, I've never played it, but the way the cards are used to randomly inspire the adventure, and other cards are used to resolve tasks, has been quite inspirational.
Once I'd decided to go the Tarot card resolution route, I actively sought out roleplaying games that used Tarot as a mechanic. Mostly to make sure that whatever mechanic I was using hadn't been done exactly the same way before! People have pointed me to Castle Falkenstein (which I haven't managed to check out yet, but have read up on), and to a quirky game called Psychosis - Ship of Fools.
Psychosis: Ship of Fools by John Fletcher, published by Chameleon Eclectic (1993)
Psychosis - Ship of Fools is an odd game in the fact that it was a set storyline designed to be played in about 4-8 sessions. The first of a line of Psychosis games, the second being Solitary Confinement (which I haven't read yet... must hunt that one down) the game involves the players waking in very different environments and trying to figure out who they are, where they are, and what the hell is going on. The Tarot are split into two piles - Major Arcana and Minor Arcana. The Minor Arcana is used to determine task resolution (Wands are strength, Swords are agility, Coins are knowledge and Cups are intuition). The Major Arcana are drawn at special times in the game, when really major reality shifting stuff can happen. Very interesting!
Alas Vegas - written by James Wallis, published by Spaaace/Magnum Opus Press (2017)
More recently, I'd backed the Kickstarter of James Wallis' Alas Vegas, utilising Wallis' Fugue System, using Tarot cards for task resolution (with extra effects). Like Psychosis, Alas Vegas' gameplay is structured for a limited experience, taking place over four 3-4 hour sessions with a rotating GM. And, also like Psychosis, the characters wake with no memory of who they are or what's happening. The game answers these questions as the players progress. Task resolution is done by playing Blackjack (or "21") but all of the cards are in play, with the Major Arcana's numbers representing their value (special effects happen if you can 21 with 0: The Fool and 21: The World).
Again, very interesting, and thankfully not the same system as I had in mind.
The task resolution in WILD is being tweaked a lot at the moment, and I'm hoping to have another moment of clarity where all the cards will suddenly fall into place...
Until then, I'll keep playing with those cards until something drops.
Next week, continuing the theme of games that use Tarot cards, and following nicely along from Alas Vegas, I'm going to take a look at Relics - A Game of Angels - a game coming to Kickstarter in a matter of weeks that uses the same Fugue system. Until next time, stay multi-classy!
Last week I thought I'd start a series of blog posts about the Tarot, and how I've been influenced by their use and design over the years. On to part 2!
I got into University, or Art School as it was then before it gained full University status, with a very clear purpose. I was going to draw comics. I loved comics, and I'd teamed up with some of my RPG group to publish some comics including my first title - Drowning in Darkness. How cheery! After the review that called me the "Goth Hergé" I was more determined to pursue my comic career. You can read more about that, my comic publishing company that was, and the few titles I released here.
While attending Uni, I started hanging out at the local comic shop (Abstract Sprocket) and continued my obsession with all things Vertigo. I loved the Sandman, Shade: The Changing Man, Kid Eternity, Enigma and The Invisibles. Almost everything they brought out I loved. So, when the lovely purveyor of comics at Sprocket showed me the listing for a rather special collectors item - The Vertigo Tarot - I put in an order straight away.
The Vertigo Tarot set, published by DC Comics in 1995. Gorgeous!
What sold it to me was not only the use of Vertigo characters for the Major Arcana (The Fool is an image of John Constantine, The Empress is Titania, Queen of the Fairies from Books of Magic), but the artwork was by Dave McKean - someone whose art I've admired for years. It's a huge set, in a big white box (strangely the same size as the fabled Nobilis 2nd Edition) with the deck, and a hardback guide book that explains the images and divinatory meanings, written by Rachel Pollack. While I'd been aware of her writing from her time on Doom Patrol, I didn't know she was an authority on the Tarot as well. As I read, my eyes were opened to how the cards worked, and Rachel's explanations have become my instant go-to for Tarot readings.
However, a weird thing happened. Inspired by how cool the cards were, and the clear and informative write ups in the accompanying book, I started actually doing Tarot readings. And the weirder thing is - they seemed to be strangely accurate. I had no idea what I was doing, and maybe that is the power of the Tarot and its iconography - with the vaguest of interpretations the questioner applies the meaning to their lives and it suddenly all makes sense.
I was doing readings for myself, as well as friends from Uni and my new found gaming group...
At Uni I rediscovered my love of tabletop roleplaying. When I'd gone into work, and then on my Graphic Design course, I'd almost put the RPG writing side of things away. I was concentrating on the comic production, and getting into Uni, and RPGs didn't really seem to be in my life. However, when I relocated to Uni I quickly fell into a game being run by my fellow students. A game that had become huge in the early 90's - Vampire: The Masquerade. The reawakening of my gaming interests has been covered before in my blog, waaaay back here.
We played a lot of Vampire, and then I kinda went off and started a new game with new players continuing the World of Darkness setting, moving over onto playing Mage: The Ascension. Wow, I loved that game. Our Mage game was huge, epic and bonkers, with some massive Paradox Backlashes that distorted reality. It inspired Debs to write her fiction, and I had my eyes opened again when they released the Mage Tarot set.
The Mage The Ascension Tarot set (pictured on the Mage rulebook)
We were very into Mage: The Ascension in a big way, so much so that Debs was the one who actually bought the Tarot set. As a card carrying Wiccan (as she liked to call herself) she took the cards very seriously, keeping them wrapped rather than boxed, and I was only allowed to handle them for short periods of time (something I respect even now - I touched them enough to put the cards on the table for the above photo before putting them carefully away).
The cards came with a little book of how to read and interpret them, though there was also a short section on using the cards to help with the RPG itself. However, the cards themselves were another revelation. Exchanging the traditional suits from Cups, Coins, Swords and Wands to Dynamism, Questing, Pattern and Primordialism was a revelation to me. You could change the suits? And use them in a roleplaying game?
Now we're getting somewhere.
The next incarnation of Mage (Mage: The Awakening) would explore this in even greater detail with a whole book called "The Keys to the Supernal Tarot" which looked at each card and how they could be used to inspire storylines and adventures. Excellent! Also helps that the art in this newer edition was bloomin' gorgeous!
Anyway, back to the right place chronologically. I had a strange moment when I wanted to continue our game but I had turned my back on the World of Darkness. I managed to fill the hole in my urban horror/magic/occult gaming with a completely different system - KULT. Again, that connection between tabletop gaming and the Tarot would come to the fore when I picked up a supplement for KULT called Taroticum.
The Taroticum supplement for 1st Edition KULT (US Edition 1994)
At its heart, Taroticum is a series of adventures that revolve around a deck of Tarot cards that can shape reality. It's an epic adventure where the characters must basically travel from London to Hell to create a missing Tarot card for the deck to save creation itself. It's wild and wacky, and I never ran it as our game morphed into a game of CJ Carella's Witchcraft.
However, the Taroticum of the game, KULT, has appeared again with the new edition (Divinity Lost) and the cards are available to purchase.
Kult: Divinity Lost set of the Taroticum cards
The Major Arcana are radically different to normal cards, 0 representing the Awakened Man (Anthropos) and 1 representing "God" (The Demiurge), 2 representing "The Devil" (Astaroth) , and the remaining 20 cards each for the 10 Archons and 10 Death Angels. The Minor Arcana is FIVE suits, rather than four, numbered 1-9 (no court cards) with each suit tied to one of the five paths of awakening - Death (Skulls), Passion (Roses), Time & Space (Hourglasses), Dream (Crescents) and Madness/Elysium (Eyes).
Having the suits represent actual elements of the game, like the Mage Tarot, has been a bit of an inspiration too. But I've gone on too long for this post. Next post will be about how I'm using the Tarot in WILD, and maybe a look at other games that use Tarot for task resolution in tabletop roleplaying. Until next time, may the cards be in your favour. Be kind.
Let's get back to normal things shall we? By that I mean my usual mix of nostalgia, game design and rambling on about stuff. I had this weird idea a number of months ago to do a few blog posts about Tarot.
I know, it's weird, but I've always had this strange fascination with Tarot. One that I remember from my dim and distant childhood and has stayed with me right into the development of my roleplaying game - WILD.
The first real memory I have of Tarot is from James Bond. My parents got me interested in movies at a young age, and one of the first movies I remember them taking me to see was The Man With the Golden Gun. I was instantly hooked. My mum dug out her collection of Ian Fleming novels for me to have a look at and one of the first records I ever bought was an LP of James Bond themes. Yes, I got obsessed with things very easily. I guess some things never change!
But this was the late 1970s, and we didn't have things like video recorders and so on. Luckily, in January 1980, ITV in the UK showed Live and Let Die for the first time. In the TVTimes before it aired there were production drawings and designs for the gadgets and the stunts, and I kept those pages for many years to come. However, during Live and Let Die, the now famous scene introducing Jane Seymour's character - Solitaire, I was a bit confused by the weird cards she was using.
Solitaire reads the Tarot cards - Live and Let Die
Colour me sheltered, but up until this point my eleven year old brain was purely focused on spaceships, lego, and Star Wars figures, and certainly not on the esoteric.
My dad told me about Tarot cards, and how they were used for fortune telling, but they sounded weird and mysterious, and not to be messed with.
It wasn't long after this that my father bought his first (and to my knowledge, his only) deck of Tarot cards. Maybe he was as inspired by watching Bond as I was? Dad was always intrigued by these things and I remember him bringing the pack home, though I wasn't allowed to play with them.
Course, it wouldn't be long before my obsession with James Bond movies would collide with my biggest pastime - tabletop roleplaying games. When the James Bond RPG came out from Victory Games I was not only amazed at the incredible production values, but the game was fantastic too. We played a LOT of sessions of the Bond RPG. A LOT!
But something was different about the Bond RPG. Due to the licensing issues at the time, a certain villain and his vast organisation that featured so heavily in the movies could not be used. Instead of Ernst Stavro Blofeld we had Karl Ferenc Skorpios. And instead of SPECTRE, we had TAROT.
Dad eventually decided he was never going to use those Tarot cards, and gave them to me. I still have that set now - the "Tarot Fortune Telling Game" as it was called came complete with a book to assist in working out the divinatory meanings of the cards, as well as a sheet that showed you where to place the cards, and explained what each card position meant.
My dad's one and only Tarot set, purchased in the early 1980's.
They weren't anything too fancy or pretty, very old and traditional illustrations. I don't know if it's because the names of the cards were in French, but they felt mysterious. Like that book cover of a horror novel that scares you but you can't help but look at. I never did a reading, looked at the cards once in a while but didn't really return to them for many years.
It wouldn't really be until the very early 1990s that I would find myself drawn to the cards again...
I had left school, was unemployed for a little and, after a spell working in Nature Conservation and Archaeology, had gone back to college to do art and graphic design (much to my mother's delight). At the end of my BTEC the course tutors were really keen to get all of their students onto degree courses around the country. While initially I wasn't too fussed about going away to a university, I still applied as it kept the tutors quiet. My first couple of choices of places to go didn't accept my application, but my third choice asked me for an interview.
Before the interview, well in advance, the University sent a letter - an assignment that was part of the interview process. I was tasked with painting, drawing, sculpting or whatever, a self portrait. For some strange reason, I can't remember why, I decided that for my self portrait I'd create a deck of Tarot cards. Time was limited, so I focused on the Major Arcana.
To make it a self portrait, I looked at the meaning of each of the cards, and how that related to my life at the time. Then, I got some friends to take photos of me in various poses, and used them as a basis for a mixed media collage for each card. I know, it's a pretty lame idea, but it seemed to be okay. The cards were very oversized - each one A5 - and I created a box for them with a suitable quote from David Byrne on it: "People will remember you better if you always wear the same outfit." As I always wore completely black, I thought this particularly apt.
My first, rather bad, attempt at creating my first Tarot deck, as part of a self portrait assignment for University.
It seemed to work as I was accepted at the University, and while I could tell the tutors in the interview were underwhelmed by my portfolio, they liked the originality of a self portrait presented as Tarot cards.
I'll continue the Tarot stuff later, looking at my favourite decks, and look a bit more at creating a specific deck for WILD. Until next time, who knows what fortune awaits?
I posted at the beginning of January about how life had become stuck in a holding pattern for the duration of the festive period, and I was now approaching the start of the new year with a new vitality and determination to get back to the writing, to do... well, stuff.
All that fell by the wayside. I got sick. Nothing major, just a bad case of the flu, but it knocked me out for a couple of weeks. Literally in one case. I remember sitting up in bed and then blacking out completely. Totally unaware of where I was. It was weird. And, being the sharing type, I gave the flu to my wife as well.
This period of being ill had an adverse effect on the third member of our family, Marla - our fur-baby. She does get stressed easily, and a combination of her worrying about our weird passing out and sleeping all day behaviour, along with some dental issues that we were initially unaware of, meant that she stopped eating at all and there was an incredibly stressful number of weeks where we feared the worst. We didn't know what was wrong with her, many trips to the vets, blood tests, medication and trying to feed her recovery food (a weird meaty paste delivered in a syringe) every few hours, squirting the paste onto our fingers and letting her lick it off while she hid under our bed.
She was booked in for dental surgery, but her bloodwork was worrying, and we were panicking a little to say the least. She was due to have all of her teeth out, but luckily they only removed two, cleaned the rest, and after another week of medication she's almost back to normal - as is her bloodwork (seems the worrying levels were purely from her not eating).
She's a little nervous of noises, convinced she's going to get put in the carrying box again and taken to the evil vets, and she's clingy with us - which, let's face it, is nice to have lots of cat attention.
Now that those worries are hopefully behind us is it time to finally disengage that holding pattern? I hope so. But with very little writing work being offered to me, very little communication from anyone really, I need to get back into the swing of it.
But I'm having my doubts about the core game mechanics for WILD, and I need to get my head back into the game. Hopefully, very soon. Until next time...