Posted on March 21, 2019
I was a member of a 5e campaign where our party—consisting of my Genasi warlock, a halfling barbarian, an elf fighter, and a gnome cleric, the poor target of this story—was called to defeat a black dragon terrorizing the locals in a seaport.
We had managed to draw it out to the countryside, to the open plains, and our Cleric, Waffle (this nickname due to the fact that the only food he would eat was waffles; He claimed it was the holy symbol of his god) stayed on the ground and took out the minions of this dragon as the others proceeded to take to the skies.
Waffle had managed to somehow survive, right up until we killed the dragon. …