Just Desserts

Posted on January 04, 2019

My husband and I decided to jump feet first into the world of D&D and begin a family game night with our oldest two children, ages 10 and 12.

In one session, we were in a tumbledown castle trying to find directions to the endpoint of our multi-week campaign, a cavern of glorious wonders. The various rooms of the castle were filled with different Goblins: Goblin clerics, Goblin soldiers, Goblin workers of many descriptions. We went from room to room clearing them out, and finally came to the last room. We’d been struggling all evening with preventing our 10-year-old son from having his character rush in without checking what we could hear behind the doors. My husband was the DM, and finally decided to let our son have the consequences of his actions.

As we came to the last door inside the castle, my son’s Fighter decided to enter the room without listening, and just burst through the door. He immediately came face-to-face with eight Goblins who were very ready for him, having heard a disruption outside their door where we had just dispatched three other goblins.

During this encounter, several members of our party came close to dying or actually hit 0 HP several times, but as the resident Cleric I was able to keep us on our feet long enough to defeat all the Goblins, save one. This Goblin we managed to restrain, but he was spitting mad. (At this point the DM was ad-libbing, seeing where we would take this.) The Goblin told us that he was a chef, and he’d created a great feast for all the Goblins in the castle, but now there was none left to enjoy it.

With sudden inspiration I told the Goblin chef that my buddy the Fighter here loved Goblin delicacies and would be more than happy to sit down and sample his feast.

With all of us metaphorically standing over him, our Fighter was forced to eat enough of the Goblin feast to give him severe food poisoning, causing him damage until we got back to town and he was able to purchase healing.

This event did not cure my son of leaping before he looked, and he still has a tendency to rush into situations without fully sizing them up during our gaming sessions. At least once a session we have to remind him that he doesn’t want to get food poisoning again.

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