We had to gain access to a Gladiatorial arena where betting and fights to the death were taking place. Our warrior became our Gladiator, while the rest of us spread out in the stands looking for clues and the villain we were tracking. I split from the party to check the box seats while the rest of the group, save our Warrior now in the arena fighting a Hobgoblin, searched the cheap seats.
While exploring how the other half lives I found the vendors, some food and drink, not much else. At the same time, the rest of the group stumbled upon some troublemakers in the crowd and a brawl broke out. I am forced to make a Perception…
My first D&D campaign was in Advanced 2nd edition, and since we met up once a month it took a long time to finish a story arch. This campaign had lasted five years, and was nearing the climactic end. I had not had any prior experience role-playing and this was a table of veteran players, who graciously guided me along. However, being the new kid, sometimes I see something shiny and just go for it with consequences to follow.
We had battled our way into a layer of Hell to save a Priest who, upon his sacrifice, would open a portal to the material plane for this Prince of Hell's minions to invade. In the Prince's main chamber…
My first time playing D&D, I had joined a party at level 9. We had a Barbarian Rogue, a very broken Fighter, a Sorcerer who had a ton of fireball spells, and a Druid who had a Wolf companion. I decided that I would make a Halfling Bard, as they seemed to have the power players under control, and I also just liked the idea of singing songs to cheer everyone up!
We had made our way to a tavern, where we were to meet a guide who was going to take us to a Dragon hoard. Unfortunately, the Druid, her Wolf, and I didn't quite trust the guy. The Wolf tried to intimidate our would-be guide by growling at him, while the Druid casually…
My best friend and I started to play D&D when we were 10. In our very first campaign, run by my Father, we were both first level Fighters who we thought could trounce all in our path. The second encounter we faced was no different.
Upon hearing the sounds of yapping dogs down a tunnel, my best friend turns to me and utters the words that to this day, twelve years later, still bring laughter around our game table:
"Fighters coming through!"
After which he proceeded to charge blindly down the tunnel and into the hungry clutches of a pack of wild dogs. We were so shocked that he’d just taken off, completely unafraid,…
I'm a dad raising four boys. The oldest three take to roleplaying like an Otyugh to a heap of trash. A few years back, I blew the dust off the 3.0 Dungeons & Dragons adventure game, handed out characters, and off we went.
In one scenario, the heroes faced off against Hobgoblins who had assaulted Dwarf miners and taken a captive. The Hobgoblins trapped one antechamber by poisoning a steaming bowl of stew. The shrewd Elvish Rogue, played by my eldest son, and the crafty Elvish Wizard, played by his next oldest sibling, were too cautious to take the bait. But the youngest (three years old at the time), playing a Dwarf Fighter…
