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villagewitchI have some time off work this week and plan to run through a short play through of Village Witch. I really like what Eliot Silvarian has done with this game and would really like to see a little community of other players, so here is my contribution. This is my first playthrough of the game, I'm interpreting the rule book as a source of inspiration when it is needed rather than prescriptive. I have little prologue and first scene that I am going to use for world and character building. Then I intend to use a Marseille tarot deck and the provided tables to see what happens next. I am also going to try to be open to other interpretations of the cards.
What is your name?
Enid
What gender are you?
Female
What sort of abilities do you have?
Enid was once extremely knowledgeable in the ways of witchcraft but age and dementia has left her with only a vague recall of what she once knew. She has rare moments of clarity when she can be more lucid, but these times are increasingly rare. It is more common for Enid to feel confused but in danger from some unspecific enemy.
What sort of setting is your world?
The world that Enid experiences is filled with the characters and magic of folklore.
Prologue
It is spring. The trees are still bare but the snow is melted. The first shoots are emerging. Sitting at the side of the rough farm track is an elderly woman. Her clothes are dirty and ragged but we're once fine. Her coat is warm and covered with bulging pockets. She sits on a log and draws absent mindedly in the mud. She traces out a sigil, the meaning of which is lost in the mist of failing memory. Suddenly there is the smell of ozone and the marks glow with blue flames. In the midst of the marks the small figure of an imp is summoned. With mischief in its eyes and a leering grin the imp scampers into the woods.
Enid is taken aback and swiftly scuffs out the marks and the flames with a worn boot. She looks about, checking if there have been witnesses, seeing no one, she swings her bag onto her shoulder and walks, with stoop, quickly in the opposite direction to the imp.
What is your name?
Enid
What gender are you?
Female
What sort of abilities do you have?
Enid was once extremely knowledgeable in the ways of witchcraft but age and dementia has left her with only a vague recall of what she once knew. She has rare moments of clarity when she can be more lucid, but these times are increasingly rare. It is more common for Enid to feel confused but in danger from some unspecific enemy.
What sort of setting is your world?
The world that Enid experiences is filled with the characters and magic of folklore.
Prologue
It is spring. The trees are still bare but the snow is melted. The first shoots are emerging. Sitting at the side of the rough farm track is an elderly woman. Her clothes are dirty and ragged but we're once fine. Her coat is warm and covered with bulging pockets. She sits on a log and draws absent mindedly in the mud. She traces out a sigil, the meaning of which is lost in the mist of failing memory. Suddenly there is the smell of ozone and the marks glow with blue flames. In the midst of the marks the small figure of an imp is summoned. With mischief in its eyes and a leering grin the imp scampers into the woods.
Enid is taken aback and swiftly scuffs out the marks and the flames with a worn boot. She looks about, checking if there have been witnesses, seeing no one, she swings her bag onto her shoulder and walks, with stoop, quickly in the opposite direction to the imp.
