[quietman1920]

A girl I knew well is dead tonight. And I'm not sure what to say.

Years ago, in college, I had a very tight group of friends. These were the very first people to show me 'D&D' (3rd edition then, I think). We all played characters. I tried to play a thief, but would die often. I played a fighter mage once, but was torn limb from limb by lizard men. My only successful character was a naive paladin who didn't know he had 'lay on hands' until everyone in the party was almost dead. (The DM said that starting a bidding war at that point over the last remaining party heal might change my alignment (lol))

Careers and families have moved us around and some of us lost touch. Today I found that one of the people in our party died. Lisa was a well meaning girl, but she had a vindictive streak. She, to me Was the Drow Elf thief she played. She used to wear boots and a purple hooded cloak to games and always wanted to organize trips to the local Renaissance Festivals. I flirted with her from time to time and she flirted with me from time to time. And we had heated disagreements too. But we always brushed it off the next day. She was one of the people who instilled a true Love of the game in me. When people would play female thieves in games, I'd see her face when interacting with them. I'm not sure that I ever thanked her for that. I know that I'll never get a chance to now.

There are no resurrection scrolls; there are only memories and the love that lives on.