Tinnuel’s D&D: Fire Wall Inbound

We finally managed to have a roleplaying session yesterday. It was the first time with this game master for me, so I was pretty curious about the way she would handle things. And I must say, I was impressed! The characters of my friends and me tend to bicker with eachother more than actually accomplishing anything, but this time they actually worked together. Maybe because the GM managed to provide a good reason for us to do so.

See, there was this huge wall of fire sweeping across the world our characters lived in. As is quite often the case in games like this, our characters were chosen to save the world. Most of them wouldn’t have lifted a finger if it wasn’t for their personal safety – and the promise of a luxurious house for each of them in the best part of the capital city. But these two incentives managed to kick them into action.

Why was it our characters that had to save the world? Because their grandfathers were presumed to have done so once already. But nobody seemed to remember that, not even our party’s fathers. There were no records of a catastrophe like this to be found.

Aside from finding one single clue, our characters didn’t manage much in this first session. The fire wall is still moving with increasing speed and all we know is that they might have been stopped with the help of the watchtowers dotted around the capital city. The names of our grandfathers really don’t seem to match the people we remember. But at least we managed to secure the help of one of the most accomplished mages of the capital city’s guild for the price of a house that we don’t even own yet. Oh yeah, and our bard was able to seduce another man…

Personally, I think the highlight of the session was a fight during a banquet (amongst the characters and without weapons) followed by a drinking contest that left the halfling monk meditating most evilly on the chest of my unconscious barbarian. At least nobody snored…

I’m really looking forward to the next session!

P.S.: I might include some pictures a friend made during the session later on.

Condolences of a Roleplayer

My Blog’s only a few hours old and already I feel inclined to post something that deeply saddens me. Gary Gygax, one of the fathers of Dungeons & Dragons, died on March 4th.

Now this might not be the most interesting news for most of the people out there, but it was thanks to people like Mr. Gygax that I discovered the joy that is roleplaying. His mind was one of the more imaginative in the world.

Like most roleplayers, I discovered this hobby somewhen in my teens. I even remember some scenes from that night. Heck, I could even quote a few memorable things. Since then I’ve spent countless hours drafting up new characters, inventing story arcs and spending time with my closest friends, sharing a dream.

I have never met Mr. Gygax. Usually I don’t care much about the death of people whom I don’t know. But this time… This time I’d like to express my sincerest condolences and my great respect for a fellow dreamer.

Thank you.