It was our first session with a new group. There was a Human Rogue, a Human Paladin, a Halfling Druid, and I played an Elven Sorcerer. None of us had read any part of the handbook, but we were reassured by the DM (the only one in the company with proper D&D experience), that it was just an origin story.
Let me set the scene: My mentor abandoned our clan a week before the events took place. When asked if I was alarmed, I said, "Nah, he's gone somewhere to pick up herbs.” But that night my character had a dream: His mentor warned him that a nearby Human village was in grave danger.
Travelling by night, our party of mid-level adventurers were passing through a mountain forest of tall dark pines that clustered thickly together. Snow was on the ground and there was no moon. The sky was clear and full of stars, looking down on our progress as we trudged over the crunchy whiteness.
Unfortunately, a Drow raiding party was also looking down on our progress. Perched high in the trees, they started taking pot-shots at us, laughing cruelly when their crossbows' sleeping poison sent our Fighter slumping to the ground right at the edge of a crevasse.
Our Rogue struggled to keep him from sliding over, cursing at the…
My friends and I are pretty hardcore gamers. We meet every Sunday for one of four games currently in progress, lasting from noon until well into the morning. During a game I was running, my friends were caught in a portion of the Abyss with no way out.
The party consisted of a Wizard, a Fighter, a Rogue, a Paladin, a Cleric, and a Barbarian. The party was exhausted, having to fight their way to what they thought was the exit from that plane.
The Barbarian had no Rages, the Wizard and Cleric no spells, and the Paladin had one use of Lay on Hands left. In front of them was not the exit, but a room with a strange spinning crystal…