Thank you, Allan. And not only thank you, but also have a point of Karma for that post!
I miss Ian greatly. He became a closer friend to me than any other person I ever met over the internet, and his demise was a bigger blow to me than the death of some casual friends I have made in the real world. When I stumbled upon TRoS and subsequently the old, still official TRoS website and forum some twelve years ago, Ian was already there and one of the most established and esteemed members, and rightly so. He had a way of explaining things without condescending, of defusing volatile conversations and of really winning over people with argumenhts like few people I know, and like nobody else I’ve ever met over the internet. It was Ian who opened my eyes to the full potential of TRoS, and he influenced my style of gaming like nobody else since. Many of the seeds that later bloomed into Blade were laid in conversations with Ian. I never actually spoke with Ian, but I often spoke of him, and after his demise learned from his widow, Pat, that he, too, frequently talked about me. I can say that we were friends in the full sense of the word, not just the internet sense.
I knew of Ian’s heart condition, but it was only after his sudden death that I learned, by watching the video of his funeral service, that Ian had defeated near certain death at the very end of his teens, and was subsequently often asked by doctors to come to the hospital and talk to patients with the same almost unsurvivable sickness that he had had and to show them that it actually was survivable. I am not surprised that he did. I never got to know him as anything but kind. And he was, as I also found out only after he was gone, deeply religious. It speaks volumes of the man he was that I — and I presume nobody else on the internet — ever guessed that from just interacting with him. He was religious in the best sense of the world, without zealotry, bigotry or narrow-mindedness, and without ever proselytizing.
But, to sing not only his praises to an extent that might lead some to disbelieve everything I am saing about him, he had also a slightly manipulative streak to himself and a type of silent intellectual snobbery. I came to realize both only in our private exchanges, where we spoke about the posting activity on the various TRoS and Blade fora. And as I am probably guilty at least of the latter to an even greater degree than Ian it didn’t bother me. His intelligence and his penchant for manipulation went hand in hand with his capabilities as an insightful and gentle pedagogue, and I saw him time and time again to use both to lead others to greater understanding.
His death was a huge shock, because it came completely unexpected. Yes, he had a weak heart, but it was stable and he was taking good care of it, especially after the birth of his twins a few years prior to his death — which left his wodow alone with four daughters. You can get a glimpse of his oldest daughter and wife stnading alongside Ian, portrayed as scheming noble patriarch, on page 4 of Blade; that’s Ian.
He was fundamental in developing Blade, and thus it was only fitting that he wrote the introduction. It was not so much his input into content — all he did on that point was still done in the open forum back on his old trosfans-forum — but the work he put into producing the book on all levels, including promoting its Kickstarter. He put a huge amount of work into this especially, and we couldn’t have pulled it off without him. We weren’t always happy with the directions into which he wanted to take the production of Blade, and he was unhappy and disappointed with some of the final decisons we took on that count, and we quarrelled a bit and were both slightly irritated by the other, but that’s in the end all part of friendships. Friendships need to be able to take that; ours did, and grew and prospered through it.
Like I said, I never met my friend, never even heard his voice. We were making plans for that. Ian’s grandfather had fought at Gallipoli and he was going to go to with his familly to Turkey for the hundreth anniversary of the battle, where we inteded to meet when I was going to be in Turkey for my next stint at the Austrian excavation campaign at Ephesus. Well, it wasn’t to be. Death made naught of our plans.
I miss Ian.