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He Owns the T-shirt

Posted by Gildan Shirtman on May 25, 2015

Years ago, during our first campaign together, my group happened into an extra-planar tavern filled with Orcs, Giants, Demons, and other unsavory folk. Considering the group had a Drow and Minotaur in it, they felt right at home.

Upon stepping foot in the door, Steve, who played the Minotaur, blurted out, "Bring me your largest woman!" Much to the laughter of everyone in the group (and within tavern).

Nine months later, at the very end of the game, the group was separated and tempted with a deal from the main boss to switch sides.

Immediately after, the boss fight began.

The group found themselves in a huge cavern fighting…

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The Surgeon Mage

Posted by Walton Lillehei on May 14, 2015

Back in highschool I played D&D off and on with a group of friends. The problem was that we never played with any cohesion. Games could take place a month apart and we'd always re-roll our characters every time we'd get together. It was hard to take games seriously knowing nothing we did or looted would matter in the long run. This lead to some pretty ridiculous games.

My role in our group was to provide some spell slinging support, usually as a Mage. I did this despite not actually reading any kind of manual, which usually meant I had no idea how many dice to use, or what kind, every time I cast a spell. One thing I did know how to…

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The Tale of Blind Steve

Posted by Zatoichi on May 12, 2015

In my small town it's very difficult to find people to play D&D. But, one snowy afternoon, I managed to get a group of friends to come over for a game.

Our DM had a rather simple adventure planned out for us. The local Guild Master's son had disappeared. We were given the task of finding him. Our only clue: the boy loved reading in the library.

In our team we had a drunk Elf Mage named Cryllen, a Human knife-throwing Rogue named Ellen, and the leader of our fine company was another Rogue, a tiny Halfling called Quinten. My large, burly Elven Ranger named Rao had a very high tracking ability. From the library we tracked the son…

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