Mayday Plays - Aodhán Athda: The Paths we make for ourselves

Episode Date: October 28, 2024

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And with that, let us begin. So Music And now let's introduce our cast for this evening. Hi everybody. I'm Kai. I use he they and she pronouns and I'm here playing Ayan Avdar, who uses he they pronouns. My name is Eli. I go by any and all pronouns, and I will be your guide. When we take an opportunity to put ourselves first in things when we take the reins of our destiny and power forward to forge our paths along the way. Sometimes they don't

necessarily work out in the way that we want to. And despite the goods and bads and all manners of in- between of how complicated this thing called life can be. We eventually reach a type of end for ourselves. And for Eowyn, there's a moment in this ending where all things start to kind of fade away, where all matters of sight and sound become lost, the all sensation and feeling dissipates and scatters away into this sense of nothingness, into this void. But we all know that there's a lot of something that can come out of nothing. And as a new kind of sense gets regained here in this darkness, we enter what is known as the manifestation, a constructed space that a soul often finds themselves when they straddle between here and eternity, walls that kind

of give us refuge in the end. So what does that look like here? What is this space that gets constructed out of the nothing? Anne was dreaming. No, that's not dreaming. Ayan was home for a moment, in the arms of Tegan, his beautiful girlfriend, in their small, quaint, well, it's technically hers. He probably should have said it was theirs.

Quaint house in town. The loved and tight quartered plants in the kitchen window that is only a few feet away from the two chairs that sit next to a fire. A large enough bed for the both of them and almost But it's not quite right because the room is too large, big, and his beloved home with Tegan has weird strikes of his childhood home, this austere adventurer's chateau, essentially, with a fireplace the size of a 10-year-old being able to run a muck in his father's office, and cold stone floors with dim lights, and this constructed kaleidoscope of these two very different images, a warm, loving home, full of craftsmanship and handworked knotwork on the walls and all sorts of beautiful decorations and then a stark, plain, respectable office.

And as you're kind of in this collid of scope of spaces, what do you look like? What is manifest as they walk about this space? He was just laying in bed. And first you see him sit up from bed, dark teal skin with what looks like the lights of a paper lantern just underneath the flesh of blue flickering flame. He has blackened eyes with bright blue irises and black hair that at the tips fades to just electric blue fire. He's not remarkably tall, trim, wiry muscles,

seemingly entirely made of sinew. He has textured hair that is trimmed very tightly along the sides to show he has two short horns that jut out from his forehead pointing backward. And across his left eye, he has a scar that should, on a person that wasn't made of fire inside of them, be dark and deep, but on Anne, it shines bright blue. But it wasn't blue. It was purple. It was purple, but it's blue now.

It's all blue again. Huh. And he stands up and he is wearing not his rough assassin's garb, leathers and heavy studding and light bits of armor tucked inside of it, but rather a comfortable, loose-fitted shirt that doesn't quite close past his navel, but it may as well. And you can see just the edges of top surgery scars, also glowing blue, just right at the center of it. As you stand in this space straddled between familiar comforts and maybe a place you would rather not find yourself in, one thing is very obviously clear that these would be spaces in which would have been filled by others who would occupy that, the comforts of a loved one or others who may not be so regarded in such a way. But you are here in this mixture of spaces that maybe seem too big or too wide from what you remember. And you find yourself

alone. No one, no one here, not even the gentle sounds of those voices that you expect or even the fire that is kind of roaring off to the side doesn't even make anything audible. It's almost pulling into you this sense of loneliness and emptiness that kind of just reaches deep inside of you. And as you kind of continue to kind of walk around and gather your senses, gather the confines of this space, eventually you do feel something that comes and occupies itself here. Something quite familiar that gives you this resignation that you are no longer alone here, and that someone is with you. And this is your guide, someone who has made themselves known and present to bear witness to occupy this next step that you're about to take. Who or what does this guide reveal itself as to you?

and almost trips over his own feet as he looks up to see his father, Rourke Avdar, great adventurer, or at least that's what he told everyone. Rourke is about 6'1", broad-shouldered, cut jawline that could, you know, you could cut glass with it. Um, a winning smile, but it's dull. The same blue flame, blue, not purple like Ayan knew his whole time that he knew his father while he was alive, glows behind his eyes and under his skin. And... Anne looks upon a face that he hasn't seen for... almost 10 years since the day that he killed him.

You look at your father who kind of just reminds you of how much he kind of occupied a great portion of your life, but he stands there looking at you almost sympathetically, which maybe might be a little out of character given your relationship, but he's with you here and you are not alone. And with that, let us go ahead and pool our first card. Let's see. The Five of Hearts. Five of Hearts. Hearts represent soul tethers of people or things of great significance to you.

And the Five of Hearts is a mentor or a teacher that passed an impactful knowledge. So let's talk about that. Who passed on some important knowledge that left an impression on your soul even now? He's here. His entire young life, Anne just practically deified his father. They wanted to just be him in every aspect. So he learned the rapier dutifully. He tagged along everywhere he could when his father would go out with his adventuring friends. All of his fondest childhood memories were at his father's side, learning how to

be a hero. The whole memory comes flooding back, unwanted almost, as Ayn puzzles, looking at his father. You know, I didn't think it would be you. If anything, it would have been Teagan. But I guess it's good she's not here. ARIEL Roll me a d4. ARIEL That's a one. One. A one is an absolute failure, which means that you will automatically add one point to your failed progress and you will also incur one point of spite. So as you look at the person in which made you the hero you are today, what about that incurs failure in which you can't let go of it here in this space when you're confronted

about it? And what about it also brings a level of frustration or bitterness or resentment even that seems to kind of start to manifest itself within you? The blue flame behind his eyes pulses purple. And he remembers the last time he saw his father, because he took everything that Rourke ever taught him and used it to kill his father in revenge for all the people that he found out that his father had harmed because of a curse that he did not tell anyone that was on him until the day he died. He gave Ayn that curse and it rises up inside of him,

filling all of the bright blue flame, his actual fire with purple, with her fire, with this entity that took Rourke's best years away from him. And having that moment of sympathy for his father, remembering that his father also had this curse, makes it worse. It makes him so angry to the point where fire begins to just pour out of places and almost slough off into the air.

It cracks and sparks. I should fucking kill you again. Huh. I... I loved you so much. And you usually is one particular soul that kind of helps them rise up into this need to move out into the world, to take on those adventures, and to see what we could make of them. And they kind of, those lessons that are taught

by that individual kind of are a part of that source that leads us forward. And it's unfortunate in many cases that sometimes the people we look up to also can be a source of great disappointment and anger and frustration that maybe not telling a full truth or not revealing all that they needed to prepare themselves for the adventure ahead

can leave such terrible wounds on us that we can't let go or we can't forget. And as you look at your own father who is the source of this, it is that burning fire that just continues to rage on within you and it pours out into all directions that even if we could, maybe this couldn't even be fixed now, that how everything has played out. We're just two souls here looking at each other and wondering why this had to happen or why nothing was spoken beforehand

to prepare you for what was going to happen or why nothing was spoken beforehand to prepare you for what was going to happen next when he departed before before you and now you're left with nothing more than an unrelenting fire that can't be extinguished and it's even a fire that doesn't even feel like your own it feels own. It feels like it comes from another place. And it just singes every part of you. And it's just something that just is difficult to heal. And once that fire kind of pulls itself back into you as you kind of return back from this moment of thought of those moments that your father taught you and left those impactful lessons of hero-ship to you. Everything kind of grows silent again here in your manifestation, and your father is still here with you, looking at you. And as much as there's anger mixed into this, there also are

these sensations of understanding beyond recognition, a level of empathy and openness that maybe your father never possessed in life, but it's what's radiating from him and reminds you again here that you are not alone and someone is with you bearing witness to these events that you find yourself being confronted by. And with that, let us go ahead and pull our next card. OK. The Queen of Clubs. Queen of Clubs. The Queen of Clubs. Queen of Clubs?

Clubs are about the self, a personal affliction. And the Queen of Clubs is a grief that you couldn't overcome. Tell me about that. So many of the pains in Ayan's life were brought on when he learned that his father was at fault for the ruining of his family. His entire childhood was centered around his father's adventuring party friends, and his mom, and his father, and it was very lovely. And then he learned that his father had harmed them. Not his mother.

That was just time. But the other adventurers, they were claimed by what he understands now to be the pact that his father made to become a great adventurer, the curse that he then gave to Ayn. Without that curse, he would never have been able to become the adventurer that his father was. A better adventurer than his father was. And he didn't feed the curse anything. He did not give in to harming those that he loved by just not loving people. That's what he told everyone. That's what he told everyone. That's what he told himself. The harm...

The day that that... beautiful story of his adventurer father who fell in love with a local woman and settled down with all of his adventuring friends to have a happily ever after. The moment he found out that was a lie, something shattered inside of Ayan that never mended. And as he thinks about all of it, he shifts and gets a little smaller, a little younger in the memory of being so small that he actually starts to shrink

and looks up to his father from the height of an eight-year-old. I would have done anything for you? A d4. I kid you not another one. No. I kid you not another one. Oh no. Oh god. Well again, a one means an automatic point to your failed progress as well as another point of spite. So, what about this? When confronting maybe once again a grief that can't be kind of overcome

and being reminded of it here in this space, what about it makes this difficult? What about it adds more fuel to this fire? I said I was going to be free of you. And as Ayn talks, he starts to grow older again, and we see him shift from being a very petite, long-haired little boy to a gangly teenager with short shorn hair um, and then into back to his age in his mid-twenties and

he just continues I... I was going to be you and then it turns out I was. Which is fucking worst. I wanted to be me. I died being me. Still, you're fucking here. I've tried so hard to get away from you.

Everywhere I look, I see you in the mirror. I see you in every stone of this fucking city. I see you in my own sword work. You and again, that purple begins to rise inside of him. And I think it even burns away a little bit of his regular skin so that we see more and more purple underneath the shirt. repeating cycles are hard because not only are they a mixture of familiarity, but also sometimes become a source of desire to break from. And it can start as early as childhood when a child looks up to something and wants to be something and as they grow come more aware of the truth and the gravity of things, how painful that can be. That even when we break these cycles and we try to set ourselves off onto our own paths

to how much those cycles can still leave impressions on us. And it almost seems that it's impossible to break away from these sources when you don't want to become something or someone that has become such a source of grief in your life where you wanted to be able to do right by those that have crossed your path and have shown so much compassion and love to you that instilled an understanding that things can be different, that things can change, and that there are opportunities to grow beyond cycle that some of us become trapped upon. But here we are in the end, being confronted by that same unrelenting cycle. And it cannot even escape us, even in death. And instead demands to be confronted and looked at and be reminded that this is where you came from and in the end it was a part of how things ended. And it again, you know, it's that same

fire that is just burning more and more as if putting more logs and fuel on it just continues to feed it. What is this space becoming more than just feeding into the pain and suffering that one might have thought that we could be put behind, that was put to rest by taking manners into our own hands and forging our own destinies, but yet it still lingers. And it just continues to be nothing but rage and frustration and anger that singes the skin, that opens these wounds, that just continues to pound into us that it's here and it's not going to go away. But it settles eventually, still lingers and singes on the skin and on your clothes, leaving its mark, but the fire does quell itself. And again, you are confronted by this figure of your father. And once again, mixed in all of this anger and frustration that continues to fester, you also are mixed in with these levels of understanding beyond

recognition, a level of empathy and openness that perhaps was never felt by this person in the time that you were alive, but it's here and it radiates from them as they are present in this moment of these things that continue to reveal itself to you. And I think with that, we will go ahead and we will pull our final card. Whew, let's see. The six of diamonds, six of diamonds.

Awesome. Well, diamonds are about locations, places and settings. And the six of diamonds is a place that grew bitter over time. I think Ayn looks over his father's face, studying all the places where they look alike. places where they look alike. Looking for also the places that he knows he looks different. All the places where they look like their mother. All the places where they purposely change what they look like, cut their hair differently, let some of it burn away just for fun. But as they look over Rourke's face, the familiar and safe haven of Tegin's workshop and home fades away. fades away and they're in just his father's study, a place that he would go and just sit quietly for hours while reading, just watching, being in the walls of this beautiful, austere space, and think about the last time that they were here.

The last time that they came through here, they received the last bit of their father's memory, his last, his last gift to Aen, the sword. His sword, the sword that Rourke Avdar used to save the whole city. His nemesis, the blade. And... That was the last time he saw this room. And it was the last time he was in town because something went wrong. And... We're not thinking about that yet. We're not there yet.

And... They begin to pace around Rourke. What did you do in here? They begin to pace around Rourke. What did you do in here? Just work? You didn't see people anymore, you didn't talk. You didn't do... You didn't do anything! Why?

Why are you here? Why you? Roll me a d4. Rolling a different d4. Really a different d4. And there are, I swear to you, four sides on this dice, but you know what? It's the other one. It is a four. Oh, wonderful.

I love to see that. Well, four is an absolute success, which means that we will add one point to your overall success, and we will remove one level of spite from your current spite count. So let's talk about that. When sitting in this space as you walk around your father, who has been becoming a source of this bitterness and frustration here in this space.

What about this here that you find solace in, that you can find levity and maybe, dare I say, a bit of peace by? I think he was chasing that thread of the last time that he was here. Work wasn't. He was long dead. There was this sense that this place was his for a moment. That all of the papers on all of the desks and everything, while untouched from the day that he left when he was quite young, suddenly he didn't care that this was his father's study and almost a decade of putting off moving anything in the entire room

suddenly didn't matter when he needed to go when people actually needed him when he was actually the hero that sacrificed everything. And I think that that moment comes crashing in as he looks into the mist, into the unmaking of the flame within him. And that purple vanishes because it wasn't about her, about the curse. It was about him. It was about Ayan. The last time he was here was the day he chose to be a hero.

a hero. And that realization causes beams of sunlight to enter the room where there never was a window. And the slightly off smell of chemicals from Tegan's brewery and distillery and a bunch of other things that she's working on all in their little house kind of fill the air and it's not the most pleasant smell but it is the smell of home of her and he remembers all the lives that he's lived since work mattered and the person he became despite all of that. And the fire dims a little. He's not angry because he got to be his own person in the end. When we leave places the way they are, especially after someone notable passes on from this point in life to the next. There can be a bit of bitterness kind of mixed in because it's a space that again, has relatively

untouched, but it leaves behind all the essence of what made a person from all of the things that they did, all their heroics, all of their goods, all their baths. It's just simply plastered on every inch and corner of a space, especially when we don't bring put ourselves into it. But part of letting go and part of forging new paths after a certain point is reflecting upon it on a space and realizing that this was someone's choice. That was their journey, that's what they did. But what can I do for myself? How can I move forward? Where do I see myself amongst this, and how do I move forward? And in those recognitions of acknowledgement that you have the power to forge your own path here, that you do not have to be confined to such a space and be trapped almost even by the memory or the shadow of another who stood so tall and cast such a wide shadow over a great part of your life

that you're able to let the sun in and be able to let others in and be able to pick yourself up and say that I can make a choice. I can move forward. I can do something beyond this and I can go and love the people who I want to love and I can do right by the people I want to do right by and I can forge the stepping stones and the foundations in which you live that life by. And you did. And that's how you were able to move forward where you got to meet all of those folks that made up your party where as you went on that journey together and did all that you could do all the way to the very

end. You did it because it was your choice to do it, because you made that sacrifice, because you wanted this. And that's what makes you the hero of the story, not by the reflections of an empty room that was never touched again. And as that light kind of shines in, it almost feels cooling in a way to the flames that have just been racking through you and hitting you in those ways that feel so painful to be remembered by, that in the midst of all of this suffering, you were able to elevate yourself in such a way that you can

find peace here. And you stand there basking in this beautiful light of sunshine, enjoying all of these smells of comfort and familiarity by the people that you love. It has illuminated this space in such a way that brings sensations of joy to you. And as you take that moment in to enjoy all of this, your father is still here with you, maybe not as standing as tall as he did when he first arrived here, but still looking even around in this enlightened space that you have made for yourself here. And he begins to head for the door. And he kind of looks back in a way that hopes that you might follow him. that hopes that you might follow him. And where he intends to lead you is what is known as the crossing. The crossing represents locations that head into a multitude of directions. This could be such things as airports or bus stations and train stations, stairwells, forks in the roads. It could be like a portal, like a door or a cave entrance, pools even. It is simply a newfound location that we find ourselves in that one has to make a definitive

decision on where to go next. So as you exit that door, where do you head to? Where is this place that goes off into all manner of direction? We step out of the doorway that is a mix of an office and a alchemist shack and onto a road, not a road that belongs near either of those places, but a road in town nonetheless. And at the end of that road, everyone in town knows that that is where the city gate is. Outside of that is the mist that would destroy us if we were to go in it. It turns out though... Turns out I know the prince there. That's right. I know the princess of this town.

I know the prince. I know a great smith. And remembering the last time that he stood at this gate with three great heroes... He knows that they succeeded. He knows that he... tried to get them home. And he stands in front of the gate that is massive.

Dwarfed by it, and steps right shoulder to shoulder with his father to look at it. The crossing is a place in which we look upon the tethers that we've pulled and the results that were made and we deliberate over them in order to be able to make these final decisions on whether we let go and see what the next steps take us, or we hold on and define what that holding on might be. And there's two ways we can go about that.

We can simply reflect upon it, which will just look at the tallies that we've made of success and failure and spite that was incurred. Or we can leave it up to the dice to help guide us by building pools against our success and failure and see what those results weigh in on making this final decision. So how would we like to go about that?

Do we simply want to reflect on the situation or do we do we want to bring the dice in? I think. To be true to. Anne's heroic deeds. Choice and reflection are in order. So as we reflect upon this, you've incurred one point of success, two points of failure, and one level of spite. level of spite. So looking at all of that, looking at confronting some of these difficult moments such as a mentor or some grief that can't be overcome and finding clarity a little bit in a space that grew bitter over time. What ultimately, what choice do we ultimately make here? For all of the time that Ayan spent,

both the time that he spent trying to be his father and all of the time that they spent trying to not be. I think that that balance feels about right, because he didn't grow or change for a very long time. And it took meeting people who didn't look at him as the son of a great adventurer who looks just like their father. And so it wasn't only it was only a few years ago that he started to feel truly free from the shadow of everything that happened. And in that freedom, he only sees the face of Tegan. Beautiful, strong jaw, broad shoulders, little fuzzy because she is a furbolg. Excuse me, she's a hobgoblin.

That's very different. And I think. He recalls how happy he was on that last day with Teagan in town. A little bright spot in a fairly dark existence. She was worth all of it. And the face of every person that ever believed in him, he remembers them. Because that's all he ever actually wanted. And in there is the face of his mother, the face of all of his father's adventuring party,

all gone. And despite everything, the last face that is there is still Rourke. Because even though Ayn has painted up a thousand stories in which his father hated him, it was actually never true. And I think looking at Rourke now, They just feel all of that rage, all that spite melt away because at the end, he was a hero and he would never have been the hero that he was without every step into the mist, without every moment of fear, despair, and all of those joyful moments that he did have. So he steps forward towards the gate, outside a rolling mist. It doesn't matter what's beyond, because Ayn is not afraid. He wasn't afraid when he died.

He's not afraid now. As you stand shoulder to shoulder with your father, as you look out into the mist and conclusions to to once again take Just in life into your own hands What comes next for yourself and you take begin taking those? those first steps into the mist unafraid as We reach our epilogue here, and we have just one last final reflection, one opportunity to close upon this chapter and bring it to a notable end and allow Eowyn to say goodbye in the way that he knows best. to say goodbye in the way that he knows best. He stands at the threshold of the gate.

Outside is the mist, the thing that he was raised to fear. That is the place that he ended up finding himself. And he knows out there, whatever is next, he's worthy of it. And he stops before crossing the threshold of the gate, turns, and there's no city beyond anymore, it's just Rourke. And he smiles. I think, despite everything, thank you. a ridiculous flourish. Rourke, Ayn pulls from thin air

the blade, his father's blade. It is made like ribbons in his hand as it forms the basket of a beautiful rapier. And with a very, very big flourish, he properly salutes his father, takes a very deep bow, letting his long leather coat brush the dirt below him. him and as he stands upright he releases the rapier and it just dissolves into flame and he turns and as he does his hand becomes mist. He smiles. Heroes aren't born, they're made. And they're made by the complexity of the lives that are lived and the definitive choices

that are made to take life into our own hands and to forge our own destinies. And as we come to do because we made that choice for ourselves. And as you flourishly bow to your Father in recognition of Him, and he too returns that same bow to you as you let that rapier go and it bursts into flame and you forge forward into the mist and in yourself becoming the mist as well. All manners of your manifestation begin to fade away and so too does Rourke back into the nothing as we bared witness to a hero who did all that he could by the sum of his own choices. And I think

as the final wisp of mist fades back into the nothing. I think that is where we will end this story for Aeon. Hell yeah, wonderful. Hell yeah. Thank you so much. Oh yeah. Let's reintroduce our cast here today Kai Please introduce yourself and your character and tell everybody about all the cool things that you you do out here in the world Gosh, hi everybody. I'm Kai You can find me all over the internet as Estelle of him Ladris. I do a lot of

Storytelling very similar to this. It's funny. I do a lot of storytelling very similar to this. It's funny. I am a cast member on Transpanner RPG on the Chaos Protocol. We are imminently beginning our third arc. It's going to be a very good time. And I'm also in a Tales of the Valiant series over on Bad House RPG called Sun and Chains, which is an all-API tale, a table telling a post-colonial East Asian-inspired fantasy story using Tales of the Valiant, imminently ending but still probably running.

I am also in Starscape over on Happy Jack's RPG, which is a found family and space adventure. And I'm also, gosh, there's a lot of things going on. You can also find me on Sunday on the Doomsayers on Taino Tales, where I play Merrick, also known as Petroclus of ancient Greece, in a city of misadventure over there for the Doomsayers. And otherwise, just follow me. And I am always doing more and more shows and telling more and more stories and making more and more messy queer characters like

Ayn. Wonderful. Thank you guys all for tuning in. If you would like to try out Ghost 5 for yourself and see how death and grief and the exploration of it might be beneficial to you as you put characters to rest or to explore your characters in new ways. This was a game that I wrote in 2022 for the sole purpose to allow both players and writers to say goodbye to their characters and leave them with these lingering last impressions.

So if you like that, there's a Gumroad link in the description where you can go buy yourself a copy and check it out for yourself. This is also a series of 13 different ghosts and stories that are being told. So be sure to check out the other stories, both here and inevitably on Patreon, and bear witness to the multiple characters that are so, so loved by their storytellers. But until then, we will see you eventually and soon. So take care and have a good one.