The local boys and girls at Wizards of the Coast have posted a memorial for Dave Arneson. His fall to cancer on Tuesday may not be the dice roll heard round the world that Gary Gygax‘s was, but perhaps it should:

Dave’s far-ranging interests led him to a unique concept in wargaming — a wargame where each model represented just one hero instead of many soldiers in an army. That idea in itself wasn’t new; “skirmish-style” games had been around for years. What was new were the ideas that the same heroes could be played in a series of games, learning and becoming more powerful with each battle; that their battles could be part of larger adventures set in the types of fantastic worlds popular in sword-&-sorcery fiction; and, most importantly, that playing just one hero at a time was more exciting than controlling a whole army if that hero had a personality. In other words … role-playing.

As a D&D novice, I find the game can be a bastard in terms of setting up character statistics, working out battle strategy, and wading through overblown “fantasy” names like Erylach and Ruflufluflufjord. I don’t love it for those reasons. I love it because it’s an excuse to be a role-playing dork with a group of friends, and to sustain that mutual dorkitude on a semi-weekly basis—bonding over this lunacy that we’ve decided is perfectly appropriate for a few hours at a time. That’s thanks to the aforementioned persistent/personality system, and for that, Mr. Arneson, I thank you.

7 replies on “D&D Co-Creator Dead at 61”

  1. Though not as big as it was in the 80s, I’m very glad that the hobby he helped create is still going strong and that he lived to see new generations continue to discover and enjoy it. RIP, Dave.

  2. Heck, I’m just now getting into DnD in my mid twenties. I guess I owe a bit of thanks to this guy.

    As to the rules, 4.0 seems to be going in the right direction in terms of standardizing all the hard rules, while still making them flexible enough for role play and character customization.

  3. That’s right, Will. The man died just so you could brag and pretend you were in with him, and maybe to sponge a little celebrity off his corpse. Jerk.

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