Dicember Day 29: The Originals
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sorcyressDicember Day 29
Chort and Paula's Wedding Dice.
(Obtained 2001. Manufacturer: Unknown, probably Chessex)
These are it. This hodgepodge of eight, unassuming, mismatched polyhedrals is where everything begins.
It was September 22, 2001, and Chort and Paula1 were getting married. For favours, there were little origami boxes one could choose between. "Almonds for the traditional". "Bulbs for the gardeners". "Chocolate for everyone else".
And "dice for the gamers".
I was twelve years old, and I greedily grabbed two little boxes --one with a matched black d20, d12, d8, and d4. The other had a mismatched black and red d10 and d%, and two blue and yellow d6s. Eight dice. Don't really go together, but there's one of every kind. Mine, all mine.
My very first dice.
Oh, I'd definitely _handled_ dice before. I don't remember for sure when Da started the roleplaying game for the three of us kids, but it was well earlier than that. We'd just...grabbed dice out of the peanut tin my parents kept theirs in, a mix of colours and styles (and worn-smooth and waxy!). But I'd never had dice that were _mine_. That I didn't have to put away at the end of the session, that I didn't have to share with Shannon or Alys.
These dice are old enough to drink. They've been in my dicebag for two thirds of my life. They did not spend very long as the _only_, but they are the _first_ and that is important to me. And these days, they travel in a slightly bigger set, with my firsts of other sizes --d5, d7, d16. I usually have a couple of d2s in there as well. I really ought to get a d3.
Dice for the gamers. I suppose that's me!
~Sor
MOOP!
1: There is no way to write this entry without touching on the damnable tragic fact that Paula died of cancer several years ago, and it is an awful thing. She was a woman of joy and adventure and music and enthusiasm, and in addition to the dice from her wedding, I have a stone from her collection that sits on my altar in her memory and her blessing. Sometimes the world is so so utterly unfair.
At least now her and ShadowCaptain can dance together again. I don't necessarily do the whole ~heaven~ thing, but...but I believe that the spirits can still be dancing.
Chort and Paula's Wedding Dice.
(Obtained 2001. Manufacturer: Unknown, probably Chessex)
These are it. This hodgepodge of eight, unassuming, mismatched polyhedrals is where everything begins.
It was September 22, 2001, and Chort and Paula1 were getting married. For favours, there were little origami boxes one could choose between. "Almonds for the traditional". "Bulbs for the gardeners". "Chocolate for everyone else".
And "dice for the gamers".
I was twelve years old, and I greedily grabbed two little boxes --one with a matched black d20, d12, d8, and d4. The other had a mismatched black and red d10 and d%, and two blue and yellow d6s. Eight dice. Don't really go together, but there's one of every kind. Mine, all mine.
My very first dice.
Oh, I'd definitely _handled_ dice before. I don't remember for sure when Da started the roleplaying game for the three of us kids, but it was well earlier than that. We'd just...grabbed dice out of the peanut tin my parents kept theirs in, a mix of colours and styles (and worn-smooth and waxy!). But I'd never had dice that were _mine_. That I didn't have to put away at the end of the session, that I didn't have to share with Shannon or Alys.
These dice are old enough to drink. They've been in my dicebag for two thirds of my life. They did not spend very long as the _only_, but they are the _first_ and that is important to me. And these days, they travel in a slightly bigger set, with my firsts of other sizes --d5, d7, d16. I usually have a couple of d2s in there as well. I really ought to get a d3.
Dice for the gamers. I suppose that's me!
~Sor
MOOP!
1: There is no way to write this entry without touching on the damnable tragic fact that Paula died of cancer several years ago, and it is an awful thing. She was a woman of joy and adventure and music and enthusiasm, and in addition to the dice from her wedding, I have a stone from her collection that sits on my altar in her memory and her blessing. Sometimes the world is so so utterly unfair.
At least now her and ShadowCaptain can dance together again. I don't necessarily do the whole ~heaven~ thing, but...but I believe that the spirits can still be dancing.