Only a meaningful life can make for a meaningful death.
Imagine the character is a young farm hand who managed to procure some armor and a sword from a fallen soldier on the road to market. He hooks up with a shifty dwarf who has a thing for traps and gold and a mysterious horned wizard who says she knows where ancient treasure is buried. A few days later, he is bleeding out at the bottom of a crude pit, a soiled pungee stick sprouting from his abdomen. Above, goblins snicker and whisper in their own language. Before darkness takes him, the farmhand imagines a life where he left the armor to rust on the bones of its last owner, where he marries his sweetheart and earns enough to buy a little plot and raise pigs and a dozen children. Just before he dies he wonders if some other naive kid is going to die in this suit of chain mail.
Is that a meaningless death? Is that a meaningless death? Is it a fun character to have played and a fun story to tell sitting at the bar at the con?
Imagine the character is a young farm hand who managed to procure some armor and a sword from a fallen soldier on the road to market. He hooks up with a shifty dwarf who has a thing for traps and gold and a mysterious horned wizard who says she knows where ancient treasure is buried. A few days later, he is bleeding out at the bottom of a crude pit, a soiled pungee stick sprouting from his abdomen. Above, goblins snicker and whisper in their own language. Before darkness takes him, the farmhand imagines a life where he left the armor to rust on the bones of its last owner, where he marries his sweetheart and earns enough to buy a little plot and raise pigs and a dozen children. Just before he dies he wonders if some other naive kid is going to die in this suit of chain mail.
Is that a meaningless death? Is that a meaningless death? Is it a fun character to have played and a fun story to tell sitting at the bar at the con?