First Time Game

Last night a very good friend of mine decided to run a Dungeon World game, I believe this is the first time he has ever run a game with our group and he had only run a couple of games previously, a World of Darkness game with some college friends and I think some PDQ stuff at some point. We had spent a while talking about him running a game of some description and yesterday afternoon he was batting the idea around, I think in the end he just decided to bite the bullet so to speak.

What ensued was pretty fun, I ended up being Rurgosh The Cleric, a dwarf and member of the cult of Cyrnbul a god who's cult is bent on using the structures of civilisation to their own ends and who gain favor by discovering secrets. We also have Kenta The Fighter, a warrior of fierce personal honor who has taken it upon himself to watch over Rurgosh until his debt to him is repaid, Kenta is distinguished my the massive, sharp and bloody sword the hangs by his side. Finally there is Qotho The Druid, a member of the roving tribes of the vast desert, he is searching for something in the Ancient City and does not trust Rurgosh but for some reason which is unknown at this time is travelling with both he and Kenta.

Our party were sat about a campfire in a library towards the centre of the Ancient Ruined city, reclaimed by the sands of the desert some 250 years ago. Our brooding silence was broken by a sound in the darkness, Rurgosh, unnerved by the broken remains of civilisation surrounding them jumped to his feet and armed himself, stepping forward to the edge of the campfire's light, Kenta stood and peered into the darkness, listening for some other sign of movement while Qotho sat implacable and still by the fire. A cat jumped out of the darkness and wound his way about Rurgosh's legs. Being frightened and fearing an imminent attack Rurgosh punted the cat into the darkness, only to hear a much louder thud as something man sized hit a wall in the direction of his kick.

This quick exchange eventually devolved into a messy fight between some shape-changing denizens of the city who claimed to be of Qotho's people. This left 4 men dead, smashed and gutted by Rurgosh and Kenta and their leader running screaming into the dark, terrified and bloody. Our GM, my friend, a man who has done his fair share of good-natured trolling in games for all of the regular GMs sat and looked about at us, unsure, shell-shocked and apologising. We wrapped the game up there for the night and told him we'd like to play again, it was great fun, we had built some very atmospheric stuff into our world, out friend had chanced his arm at GM'ing a group who between them have upwards of 25 years of GM experience at this point, if some of our other members had been there this would have jumped to 40 years between us. He took on what I can only imagine was a fairly daunting task and managed it pretty well.

I barely saw the panic in his eyes.