It was my first time playing D&D, and we were in the Horde of the Dragon Queen 5E campaign. The party consisted of a Wood Elf Ranger, a Human Cleric (who later got eaten by rats), a Human Fighter who enjoyed rolling in the entrails of enemies, and my not-so-smart Human Barbarian simply named Jack who was raised by wolves. What could go wrong?
We were killing everything we crossed paths with, from kobolds to Giant Lizard bodyguards and cultists, when we met a Duke on top of his fortress. He was explaining the events that led up to the current predicament when a Blue Dragon swooped in and ate two of the Duke’s guards.
Now, if I…Read more