Oh, joyous HoLmeister, don't let the Clown Dog 
lick me...

"Few people in all creation are weird enough to serve as a 'Hôlmeister'..."
			- Lester Smith, Dragon Magazine.
So what is HôLmeistering and what does a HôLmeister do? Well the HôLmeister is very similar to that person in that game that sounds like "Truncheons & Flagons", that was called something that sounds like "Truncheon Pasta". You know the guy who was always killing your target, uhh...I mean character. The guy who can send hordes of fiendish, foul, fetid, fat, fucking ORCS to kill your character that you spend the entire afternoon making!

Well a HôLmeister is just like that, except he is a bigger bastard and to a greater extent. So don't expect much from him (especially life), and at all times worship the ground upon which he treads.

Yes, that's right, he the one running the game. 
Scared yet?
This is what a HôLmeister should look like...on a good day.

As you can see this Hôlmeister looks a very normal, sane person, and no he's not holding a wastem behind his back waiting for the opportune moment to stuff it down a unsuspecting players throat. (Now, why would he want to do that?)

OK so now you know what a HôLmeister does and what he "should" look like, the next logical step is to heap a group of shit-heads together and CHILL THE FUCK OUT. Because the fun is only just beginning (oh boy that sounds lame) because you get the ultimate pleasure of running the campaign, and you know what that means: you can do whatever you want (this usually involves killing, mutilating, dismembering and maiming as many player characters as you can lay your sticky little hands on). But if your stuck for a frontal lobe or any ideas, read the HôL Book and lie down for two or three weeks.

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