She is a wild Sidhe called the Librarian. She is a fey of knowledge, and thrives upon it. She lives in a deep forest in the Nevernever, trees and vines form the walls of her massive library, the floors covered in a soft moss. The canopies of the trees weave together to make a loose roof, sunlight leaking in, just enough to give light to read comfortably by. In this library bookshelves are accompanied by trees that are covered in old writings in long dead languages, saplings grow in unoccupied spots, runes carving themselves in as they grow.
She herself is a being that wears a long flowing dress with a hooded stole. Any visible flesh has writings in a language none but the fey could ever recognize covering it.
She wears a face covering hood, but if you can see under it, her face is a physical manifestation of the beauty and sadness one feels when they finish a good story.
She bears a staff with an endless book on the end. Everything she does is written in it, and as each page is filled, a new page appears at the other end.
She allows any and all in her library. Once. If you enter and do not disturb the library’s peace (shh, it’s a library) or if you share knowledge with her, she will mark you with an invitation to return. If you prove yourself a poor patron, damage the books or the trees, or harm her, she will force you to leave and you will never be welcomed back, nor will you be able to find your way without a magical effort.
In her Library, all the knowledge stored gives her incredible power, a fact she proved to the Erlking when he attempted to take knowledge from her without any recompense. Or, as she put it, ‘he was loud and rude.’
She finds the Archive a fascinating being, but has never been able to bring her to library, unsure of what all the stored knowledge of reality could do if brought within her walls. She is fair in her dealings and does not tend to deceive other beings, as she considers lies as the opposite of knowledge. Thus she does not get along with manipulative Sidhe, though she does not make an issue of this if they are a patron of her Library and follow her rules.
She considers all Librarians to be ‘bearers of knowledge’, and they are always welcome in her Library.
Harry Dresden has not met the Librarian, and it’s unclear whether or not he knows she exists. Bob most likely does, given his nature.
This has been an idea running through my head for a few months, and after a few discussions with my brothers and friends, here is what I have come up with…
Player selection begins with you choosing your player character, and then a second character to act as your support, or your sponsor.
Support characters will use a special attack to help chain combos or disrupt an enemy combo. (Choosing either Offensive or Defensive when you pick them)
- Karrin Murphy will attack with her shotgun, or jump in and physically interrupt a combo with her Akido.
- Jared Kincaid will give sniper support, or drop a flashbang.
- Johnny Marcone will attack with fire support from his troops, or use suppressing fire to interrupt a combo.
- Michael Carpenter will smite with Amoraccius (Sword-Wielder Murphy will as well) or use his blade (and armor) to parry a blow.
- Morgan will attack with an earth-stomp that sends enemies airborne, or will parry the attack with an earthen barrier.
- Ramirez will attack with magical blasts or interrupt a combo with his Entropy Shield.
- The Redcap will attack with a blindingly fast physical strike, or interrupt a combo by catching the attack.
- Molly Carpenter will use a stunning burst of sound and light as a combo-break or as a direct attack.
The Sponsor will do the same as a support character well as change your attack Aspect, at the price that they’re not otherwise playable. (Balance and all that)
-Mab (Adds Ice/Winter aspect to your attacks)
-Titania (Adds Nature/Summer aspect)
-Nicodemus (Adds Hellfire/Denarian aspect)
-Kemmler (In the form of a spectre or his book itself)(Adds Necromancy/Death Magic aspect)
-Uriel (Adds Holy/Soulfire aspect)
-The Erlking (Adds Wildfae aspect)
Harry (as well as other characters) will have multiple versions available for playability based on his stage in the story, with their own moveset (though similar) and Finisher.
Private Eye Harry - (Storm Front - Summer Knight Era) His finisher is a massive Pyro-Fuego (Similar to the one he used to burn down The Velvet Room)
Hellfire Harry - (Death Masks - White Night era) Harry uses Hellfire and his finisher is a Hellfire Laced Pyrofuego. (Unlockable special finisher is a summon of Sue)
Warden Harry - (Small Favor - Changes era) Harry uses Soulfire and his finisher is a Soulfire fueled assault.
Winter Knight Harry (Cold Days era) Harry uses Winter magic and his finisher is an Infriga followed up by a shattering Forzare.
Story Mode: Pretty obviously it’s Harry’s storyline condensed into the most important fights, with boss fights including characters who aren’t otherwise playable, in fights during which you only have to survive until the clock runs down.
Magic Vs Nonmagic: Magic Characters have a Magic Meter that refills as they fight that fuels more magic heavy attacks and specials.
People without magic have Willpower Meters that fuel their more dramatic moves and their Specials. Sponsors will still change their attack aspects, of course, but not with as much visual affect as
DLC: packs will come as new books are released if the game is still supported with new characters, campaign missions, and outfits to fit the new book’s content. (As well as special costumes from other Jim Butcher intellectual properties.)
So what do you guys gals and otherwise think?
YOU PLAY DRPG TOO? WE MUST DISCUSS.
Oh yes, I’ve played since the DFRPG came out. =D
Here’s a post with links to the builds of the four favorite characters I’ve gotten to build/play. I’m currently playing a version of the Desmond character on the Jim Butcher DFRPG boards (the Seattle game).
The Dresden/Fate system is one of the funnest and easiest to learn tabletop RPG systems that I’ve experienced. I kinda want to incorporate the Aspect/Fate Point system into any future game (like D&D or Pathfinder) that I play.
I’m running one based in Portland ME. I’m GMing, of course.
At the moment, my players are up against a Kemmlerian Necromancer by the name of Gideon the Graverobber. He wields a shovel that was created by an old Necromancer as a focus item in an attempt to perform a perfect resurrection. He also has a second, non magical party drumming for him using radios attached to zombies throughout the city, transmitting a drumbeat.
The players are two focused practitioners, a wind-mage and an earth-mage respectively, a werewolf from a clan that had gone feral, and a changling mist fae miscreant.
So far they’ve met wardens Carlos and Morgan, have taken out a Red Court human trafficking op, and are gathering resources to take out Gideon himself.
This is just the first arc, mind you. Next they’re going to Boston.
The very first sentence stopped me.
Well… That… Changes everything. What an apropos title.
Chibi Harry and Murphy. It took me 30 seconds, but I thought it was cute.
Just described how Harry is going to see Slendy with his Sight.
…Not spoiling it here, but I’m pleased with how creepily it came out.
let the downward spiral begin.
Taking place soon after the events of White Night, the network Harry and Elaine installed gets word to him that a woman’s young daughter has been experiencing nightmares about a faceless man taking her away. These dreams have not been isolated incidents as they always precede mass disappearances of children. Soon enough Harry comes face to face with a modern age nightmare, and an enemy he has no idea how to face…
When Sadie answered the door, I colored myself surprised. She looked nowhere near old enough to have had a six year old by now. Hell, she couldn’t have been older than Molly. Her skin was a shade of pale I usually would associate with one of Thomas’s relatives, and she wore it well, her long, auburn hair a stark contrast. Her eyes were red, but other than that, there were no signs that she’d been crying. She wore that well, too.
“Mr. Dresden?” She asked in a tiny voice.
Aw Hell, that did it. I have a problem where I can’t stand to see a woman suffer. I hate seeing suffering at all, but it bothered me especially when a woman was involved. It brought out a manly desire to protect them. Maybe it was sexist, but there it was.
And that look, that voice, had me by the balls.
“Yeah,” I answered flatly, “Sadie Macmillan, then.”
She nodded and opened the door wider, “Come in, please.” she said in that same near-whisper. Free to cross the threshold I walked in and took a look at the apartment.
The first thing that struck me was how pink everything was. From the walls, to the tablecloth in the kitchenette, to the dress her daughter, Lindsay, was wearing that made her very nearly blend in to the couch.
The girl could have been her mother twelve years ago, (I still thought she looked young), her hair the same color, her eyes that same deep brown, and her skin that brilliant white. She looked up at me, her expression unchanging. “Hi,” she said, in a tired voice I had never heard on a child. Kids were NEVER that tired without being cranky, but little Lindsay just seemed resigned to the fatigue.
It wasn’t natural.
I turned back to Sadie and raised an eyebrow, “She seems a little out of it.” I said as gently as possible.
“She hasn’t had a good night’s sleep since Monday,” Sadie said, her eyes landing on her daughter and not leaving, “Neither have I…” Little Lyndsay’s eyes landed back on the television, and she seemed to tune us out. Sadie closed her eyes and let out a sigh, “I didn’t know who else to turn to, Mr. Dresden. I can barely do magic, and I know children have bad dreams but… I’d heard this had happened before, and I just knew it wasn’t something normal,” Tears filled her eyes, “I’m scared something will happen to my daughter…”
She couldn’t have made me any more willing to help if she’d offered to pay me double. Damn my manliness.
“Not while I’m around,” I said, putting a hand on her shoulder, “I promise.”
I haven’t gotten a good nights sleep in two straight days.
Why? You might ask.
Because Harry F*CKING Dresden and his F*CKING Files. In the last four days I’ve powered through a novel and a half. Reading until I hear birds start chirping. Usually a good bit after that.
So I blame author Jim Butcher for this. Yeah, F*CK you man! Stop writing good books, some of us are trying to sleep.