Ever had an RPG bring a tear to your player's eyes (or your own)?
Yes. Playing
Vampire The Masquerade, ran by Jean-Yves Eckert, in 1994. We were playing his own setting,
Venice by Night, and we got confronted to a character, Cylia, who had been embraced during the days of the Republic. When she became a vampire, she was pregnant. And for the next two thousand years, she has been carrying the child in her belly.
Jean-Yves started to roleplay the character who entered a sort of gloomy trance and told us, PCs, her tale for the next half hour of game. At the end, you could hear a pin drop, and everyone was in tears. And I mean
everyone around the table. Awesome. The only time it happened to me. I'm not saying that this is the only way to have a great moment in a RPG session, but this was certainly a special moment in its own right for everyone involved. We were all fully invested in our characters. We were playing in the attic of an abandoned school, by candle light and all that jazz.
If you are interested about this background, let it be known that a very ancient mummy later performed Rites on Cylia, allowing her to give birth to the child, but killing her in the process. Our PCs became the wardens of this child, who we named Zillah (amateurs of the Book of Nod will recognize the name as one of the Cainites of the the Second Generation, which also included Irad and Enoch). She grew up abnormally fast, and my character ended up in love with her. This created a sort of incestuous situation in which my character, Wheldrake (fans of Moorcock in the room?), fell in love with his own child, and after loads of drama ended up attempting suicide.
It didn't stop there, but that's not really relevant to the topic at hand.
