Not too long ago in a distant land, some friends and I were playing a 4th edition one-time scenario set in an Chinese inspired big city. The whole plot was intended to test some new characters the group had rolled up for another campaign in different combat and roleplaying encounters, to better understand the characters.
After a grand time stopping a gang of evil bandits, the party traced the bandit’s loot into an underwater cave in the middle of a big polluted river. Once inside the cave they found it full of decrepit Skeletons and other nasty Undeads. After a long and tough fight that claimed one of the characters, it went down…
Our group was exploring the rough-hewn halls of a former Dwarven outpost when they found a smaller side passage from which a slight breeze wafted. Upon exploring, they found that the passage opened into a large cavern with a natural ventilation shaft in the ceiling and a small underground pond. They also found that a young Black Dragon had made it her home.
As the Scout ran away back to the rest of the party, he screamed, "DRAGON!"
Rather than run, like sensible people, they decided to hold their ground and fight the Dragon in the halls. Their plan instantly went awry when the Dragon cast a Darkness spell, shrouding herself and…
So there we were, in the first real puzzle room of our campaign. We had an Oak Tree that awoke in the form of a Druid, a Human Wizard who is incredibly antisocial and can only stutter, a Human Alchemist/Ranger that speaks pikey (think Brad Pitt in Snatch), a full-blooded Orc Ranger, and my character, an Aasimar Paladin with steel skin and an unwavering need to protect everyone from everything.
The puzzle room we were in had an entrance and two exits: a mist-filled doorway and the opaque black mouth of a Demon head mounted on the wall.
The Orc had already lost an arm to the mouth and was outside having it replaced by the tree.
I played D&D with a group of friends from work and as a result there tended to be some less-than-serious characters made: a rapping Dwarf Knight, a flame-obsessed ‘no guys, I'm totally good’ Wizard, and the ever-effective Elf Ranger named Hawkeye played by a min-maxing munchkin with unbelievable luck.
One particular dungeon comes to mind: a place of Goblins and Bugbears aplenty. Our wandering around found us in a kitchen of all things. We found it an amusing and accurate addition - someone had to feed all those troops - but where we saw an interesting distraction, Hawke saw opportunity.
It was my very first time playing D&D, and I was rolling a Halfling Warlock named Jaeza Darkstar. I was in a group with eight other players, my boyfriend being the DM. We were all very excited, very talkative, and very confused about how this worked.
The adventure started out fairly simple. Our party met in an inn and decided to venture to a brewery that was kicking out some fairly strange booze. But first we had to get there. Our Bard and I decided that, seeing as it was late, we could (ahem) ‘borrow’ a horse from the stables.
I kept watch whilst she crept inside to steal a lovely black stallion.