Then the Dragon went NOM!
The Players
Thing One: Jacon, the Sorcerer
Wife Unit: Frou Frou Mitty, the Cleric of Pelor (DM supplied, of course)
Anthony: The Illustrious Dungeon Master
The Scene
The kitchen table, with an expertly arranged outdoor setting (using preprinted tiles).
The Game Starts
DM: Place you figures in front of the catacomb doors at the bottom of the short stone steps leading into the ground.
(the players place their figures)
DM: Traveling nearly a half-a-day, the intrepid band of adventures finds themselves at the fabled catacombs, reputedly filled with treasures and fell monsters guarding their dead. The door at the bottom of the steps is closed.
Jacon: You open it. I only have four hit points!
Frou Frou Mitty: (having not played D&D for 28 years): I, uh, try to open the door.
DM: (places a gigantic dragon tile in back of the small party): As you touch the door, a dragon appears. It snatches Frou Frou Mitty in its gigantic maw and flies upwards with a mighty bound. As Jacon watches the dragon recede off into the distance, he hears loud crunches as the dragon gruesomely chews its meal. With a mighty spit, parts of Frou Frou Mitty spew along the countryside as the dragon delivers a satisfied burp and is seen no more.
Jacon: Awesome! (claps)
Thing Two: Yea! (claps)
Frou Frou Mitty: (eyes narrow) Ha ha ha. Not funny!
DM: That was the best D&D session ever!
DM: (Puts away the dragon tile)
DM: Traveling nearly a half-a-day, the intrepid band of adventures finds themselves at the fabled catacombs…
All in good fun, as long as it didn’t result in the wife unit, acting as the LM (Life Master) later, doing the following:
LM: There’s a door in front of you
Hack Writer: I open it.
LM: You see the couch and feel compelled to sleep there.
November 3, 2008 at 3:53 pm
He he he!
November 3, 2008 at 4:23 pm
Ha, I was just going to ask how many nights you spent on the couch, and if you were allowed any food or basic privileges during that time, looks like I was beaten to it.
November 6, 2008 at 9:30 am