Smack Down

Posted on October 23, 2018

I was invited to play D&D 3.5 with a co-worker's group (lv. 18 at the time). He and another fellow (now my brother-in-law) were alternating DMing their games since one wasn't always available.

Being new to D&D I said I wanted to play a dragon, and being new to D&D I was absurdly stubborn about it. One of the group member's found a way to make my request viable (a.k.a. the man who is now my husband) and thus my Young Mercury Dragon Monk lv. 15 was born.

In one of our later sessions we were traversing some underground caverns. In total we were the Dragon Monk, Female Dwarven Cleric (of the most feisty sorts), Human Ranger (real-life boyfriend of the Cleric), Human Rogue/Thief, and his Psychic Warrior meat-shield (both played by hubby), and an NPC poltergeist who was sometimes played by the other DM.

There was a Drow in the tunnels of the most sneaky kind. So sneaky that my Dragon could barely catch glimpses of him via blindsense. He was tormenting us to the nth degree by shooting poisoned darts at us. Through a combination of all our abilities we managed to track him down and corner him in a room. Of course he simply smiled and proceeded to phase himself down into the floor.

My frustrated Dragon Monk was having none of it, so she did what she does best: proceeded to pummel the stone floor with a flurry of punches. Due to the min/max nature of my hubby who built her it only took a few rounds before the very surprised Drow was excavated.

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