Session 16D: Zavere’s Need

Rastor ran his claw gently down the length of the blade, as if caressing a lover. “The markings here upon the blade are not merely gold, but taurum – the true gold, mined from the Mountains of the East. And there is a thin core of it in the heart of the hilt. The enchantment worked upon this blade sings from the taurum, and its name is nainsyr.”

The subject of whether or not PCs should be allowed to buy magic items is a contentious one. It is felt by many that magic items are That Which Must Be Quested For. They believe that “magic item marts” and the like rob magic items of their majesty, and they consider it absurd that Excalibur might be bartered at some corner store.

Maybe so.

But I’ll note that the buying and selling of magic items has been part of D&D since before it was D&D: The stories of actual play from Arneson’s Blackmoor all suggest a robust magic market, and a number of major powers controlled laboratories and workshops that would crank out magical items for sale (and use!) on a weekly basis.

And as I mentioned in The Local Magic Market, positing a setting where wandering mercenaries go delving into dungeons in order to pull out vast hordes of wealth which frequently include magical treasures, having those wandering mercenaries sell those treasures for gold coins, and then concluding that there’s no way to buy magic items seems unreasonable.

(Although, as I noted at the time, a campaign in which the PCs truly are the only sellers of magic items would be an interesting one, albeit wholly different from a typical D&D campaign.)

In practice, I’ve also found that being able to buy a magic item doesn’t inherently detract from its mystique. Oddly many of the people lamenting the ability to buy magic items are also those who promote minimal backgrounds at character creation because the only thing that matters is what actually happens at the table. In quite a similar fashion, the place where you picked up your +2 sword is only the tiniest fraction of the tales you’ll forge with it. (If it is, in fact, destined to become a memorable and unforgettable treasure.)

At the word, blue lightning sprang from the hilt and ran along the length of the blade – crackling with a vicious smell of ozone. Under her breath Tee murmured, “Let there be lightning.”

You can see an example of this beginning in this week’s campaign journal: The sword Nainsyr goes on to become one of the most recognizable touchstones in the campaign, and its deeds are many and renowned. Perhaps even more remarkable, this specific incident – the shopkeeper pulling out the sword and saying its command word – seems to live quite vividly in the memories of the players who were there. (Most likely because the sword becomes so important.)

Obviously this all happened because I’d put a ton of loving preparation into this sword and was just waiting for an opportunity to give it to the PCs, right?

Well… not really.

Here’s how it went down in play:

• The PCs said, “Tor, you need to get a better sword.” Tor said, “You’re right.”
• They walked across Delver’s Square to Rastor’s weapon shop and said, “Do you have any magic swords?”
• They wanted something better than a basic +1 sword. (If I recall correctly, they’d already looted several of those.)
• I rolled a random magic sword, improvised some cool details about its appearance, and checked my modest lexicon of Elvish words for a command word.
• I delivered these details in character as Rastor.

I then reached for my dice to roll up the next random sword because I had been planning to give the PCs two or three different options to choose from, but never got that far because Tor had already fallen in love with the sword.

This particular incident was one of the anecdotes from actual play I offered in Putting the “Magic” in Magic Items, which I recommend checking out if you’re interested in a discussion about making the magic items in your campaign special… whether you’re buying them from a litorian named Rastor or not.

Session 16C: Black Centurions

And then it sublimated away into the black cloud of acid. Agnarr stumbled back. He tried to whirl to face the last remaining centurion. But the pain was too much. His legs failed him. He fell heavily to the floor and, as he lost consciousness, there was only one thought in his mind:

He had failed.

Twice during the course of Session 16 – and in relatively quick succession – the PCs ended up in very bad positions during a fight. Positions which, if things had gone a little differently, could have very easily ended up with all of them dead.

As a GM there’s going to come a moment when you’re looking at the evolving situation on the table and you’re looking at the stat blocks of the adversaries behind your screen and you’re going to think to yourself, “Oh shit. They might all die here.” Often the players themselves will realize their peril. The tension is going to ratchet up. The stakes riding on every action and every die roll are going to skyrocket. Everyone’s focus is going to tunnel in on survival. On how the day can be won.

And you, as the GM, are going to have to make a choice: Do you take the TPK gamble? Or do you pull back from the moment – fudge your dice rolls, pull your punches, nerf your damage rolls and health totals?

And speaking from years of experience, here’s what I have to say: Take the gamble.

Take the gamble every single time.

Because, in my experience, at least nineteen times out of twenty, the risk you’re seeing on the horizon won’t come to pass: The players will figure out a way to either save the day or escape their certain doom. Often you (and they) will be delighted to discover it’s something you never could have predicted! (We saw that back in Session 13 with the Tale of Itarek, right?)

And even when that twentieth time crops up and the party goes down, you’ll often discover that a total combat loss is not the same thing as a total party kill. That survival is possible without any nerfing or fudging or pulling of punches. (And we saw that in Session 7, right?)

Because the other option is to look at that incredible intensity; that focused passion; that pure adrenaline that’s pumping at the table… and choose to deflate it. To stare down the barrel of the impending TPK and lose your nerve.

And I get it. It’s tough being under that kind of pressure. Round after round grinding away at you. You want to blink. You want to look away. You want a release.

But here’s the deal: These are the moments that make a campaign. The investment that happens in these kinds of moments – when the players are completely engage; when everyone is emotionally involved in what this very next dice roll could bring – is what makes a campaign come alive, and that investment will transition into every other aspect of the campaign. So buckle up and bring it home.

And to be clear, eminent TPKs aren’t the only way to achieve these heightened moments. But when you cheat in these moments – when you drain the tension instead of bringing it to a glorious crescendo of relief – it will have the exact opposite effect: It will poison the well. It will taint every other moment of the campaign.

“But I’ll just lie to the players and they’ll never know!”

Tell yourself whatever you need to, but what I’m telling you right now is that this is a gamble that’s even bigger than the TPK gamble. And it’s not a gamble that I’m willing to take: The payoff is nothing and the loss can be everything. Because once you lose the trust of the table – once your players no longer believe that what’s happening is really happening – it’s almost impossible to regain, and you will lose these rare and precious moments of magic forever.

But… they’ll never know… right?

Oh, it’s quite likely they’ll never say anything. But they’ll know. Anyone who’s spent a decent amount of time on the player’s side of the screen has experienced this truism. You might fool them once. You might fool them twice. But the odds get longer every time and eventually you’re going to lose your gamble. And unlike the TPK gamble, it’s one you only get to lose once.

A FEW PROVISOS, A COUPLE OF QUID PRO QUOS

Sometimes, of course, you take the TPK gamble and… the TPK happens. I’m not trying to pretend otherwise. I’ve had campaigns end that way, and it’s a real punch to the gut. But some of the best stories from my tables are the TPKs. There can be both a grace and a greatness in failure.

With that being said, games where death is irreversible have a much lower threshold of tolerance for this. You can lose five out of six D&D characters and the party will be back up and running 15 minutes later. Heck, you can actually have a TPK in Eclipse Phase and have the whole group back in play 5 minutes later. Take out a Trail of Cthulhu character, on the other hand, and that’s all she wrote.

So, that’s the first proviso: Know where your system’s danger zone is. The risk of irreversible consequences in D&D is different from Eclipse Phase is different from Trail of Cthulhu.

(It should be noted that this is why I prefer systems with a nice meaty barrier between “out of combat” and “totally dead”.)

Here’s the second proviso: If you’ve legitimately screwed up as the GM – you mucked up the rules; you used the wrong stat block; whatever – that’s a whole different kettle of fish. My recommendation here is to just come clean.

“Look, folks, I made a major mistake here and the consequences are looking irreversible. We need to fix it before it gets that far.”

You’re still going to lose that moment; the tension will artificially deflate and that’s going to be an anti-climactic disappointment. But (a) you won’t be taking big gambles at a rigged table and (b) you will keep the trust of the table. And that’s priceless. That trust is what everything else is built on.