My friend passed away on the 21st of December. She had been fighting cancer for the last few years. She's the second from the left. Her boyfriend reached out to me and sent me a drawing she started of our D&D party, she never got to finish it. I did some digging and found the original photo. I was stunned by how she got all of our characters right.
Her characters name was Rorka, a Dwarf Barbarian with a heart of gold, and much like the real person, was tough as nails and didn't take shit from anyone.
She was so kind and fun, full of energy. She spent some time in Dublin (Ireland) for a year where she met all of us.
Her favorite drink when she was over here was Smithwicks Red Ale and she loved Wowburger.
She will be missed by all her friends and family.
I just wanted to make this post to share her story with you all. It was D&D that brought this amazing person into my life.
If you would like to help us, I would love for Rorka to be a character in yours games, an NPC or such. Here's a picture that she did of her character : here
Edit:
Thanks you all for your kind messages, it's great to hear her character will live on.
For those of you awarding me medals, gold etc. Please consider instead donating to this charity:
Not sure if anyone mentioned it yet, but there is a subreddit specifically for sharing characters of deceased players so that they may live on in our campaigns. I'll find it, one sec
There is an empty chair, at the table this day. A hallowed place where, a friend once played. The roll of her dice, my ears long to hear. Or perhaps it would suffice, if she should suddenly appear. With character sheet in hand, and a bag of Cheeze-doodles to share. All her friends would stand, as she sat in the empty chair. I hear her voice a-callin’, and it ties my heart in a knot. For she cries, “Though a comrade has fallen, You must play for those who cannot.” We conquered worlds on the run, She and I in the name of fun. And as others may come and go, I make both both friend and foe. But what I long for most, is our past now long a ghost.
![image showing [OC] Before my friend passed away she started a drawing of our D&D party](e147cf85-f167-58f2-a932-479f8ccc7d9a.jpg)
balackdynamite on December 23rd, 2020 at 10:31 UTC »
My friend passed away on the 21st of December. She had been fighting cancer for the last few years. She's the second from the left. Her boyfriend reached out to me and sent me a drawing she started of our D&D party, she never got to finish it. I did some digging and found the original photo. I was stunned by how she got all of our characters right.
Her characters name was Rorka, a Dwarf Barbarian with a heart of gold, and much like the real person, was tough as nails and didn't take shit from anyone.
She was so kind and fun, full of energy. She spent some time in Dublin (Ireland) for a year where she met all of us.
Her favorite drink when she was over here was Smithwicks Red Ale and she loved Wowburger.
She will be missed by all her friends and family.
I just wanted to make this post to share her story with you all. It was D&D that brought this amazing person into my life.
If you would like to help us, I would love for Rorka to be a character in yours games, an NPC or such. Here's a picture that she did of her character : here
Edit:
Thanks you all for your kind messages, it's great to hear her character will live on.
For those of you awarding me medals, gold etc. Please consider instead donating to this charity:
Lymphoma cancer charity
It's in Italy, where her home is.
Thanks you all
wibblefishh on December 23rd, 2020 at 12:03 UTC »
Not sure if anyone mentioned it yet, but there is a subreddit specifically for sharing characters of deceased players so that they may live on in our campaigns. I'll find it, one sec
flurpnzurp on December 23rd, 2020 at 12:29 UTC »
The Empty Chair Eulogy for a Gamer
There is an empty chair, at the table this day. A hallowed place where, a friend once played. The roll of her dice, my ears long to hear. Or perhaps it would suffice, if she should suddenly appear. With character sheet in hand, and a bag of Cheeze-doodles to share. All her friends would stand, as she sat in the empty chair. I hear her voice a-callin’, and it ties my heart in a knot. For she cries, “Though a comrade has fallen, You must play for those who cannot.” We conquered worlds on the run, She and I in the name of fun. And as others may come and go, I make both both friend and foe. But what I long for most, is our past now long a ghost.
My condolences, OP.