So I am almost done with the next part of Isabella’s story so that should be up soon. Hopefully you guys like it. If you want a cool character creation don’t be afraid to ask. This is my favorite part of dungeons and dragons.
I am also working on a campaign idea that I just have to write out so I can share with you guys. I think it’s pretty awesome and hopefully when my group plays it, they will be completely blindsided like I want them to be. I am actually collaborating with one player for this campaign to really throwing the others. I’m not telling him everything to give him an advantage just what he needs to know. >=)
You never know with my group though. I really do give them an A+ for imagination. For instance, we had a simple locked door and a couple people failed their rolls to open the door. I then had a sorcerer ray of frost the lock to make it brittle and our amazonian paladin break it with her brute strength. We have also had a son of Pelor do a blood sacrifice. Needless to say his God was not happy. He now has a skeletal arm that is it has it’s own alignment. This same person has fallen into a moat full of blood and contracted orc aids. This was indeed rolled for. Orc aids were only even considered because a player asked and the DM obliged.
I am thinking about making a few videos of our group and posting them on here. i don’t know if you guys would be interested in that. What is the most creative solution your group has come up with? Let’s talk D&D!
So my little one has always wanted to play D&D with me. I have been saying that I would create a duck bunny campaign for her one day. Something a little easy because she’s only five. Well my group couldn’t meet up this week and I was having withdrawals. So we fudged her a character a bit. I had her still roll for her stats. My dice obviously like her better than me. Her stats were great except for an eight. Not only were her stats great she instantly killed a duck bunny and a couple of my guards. My guards couldn’t even hit the little ninja. She was still at full health before she had to go to bed. She decided that her character, who is named Emma, would be “a sneaky person.” I am just saying she was a pretty brave rogue. Instead of hiding from the five guards coming down the hallway , she decides to brazenly charge in and murder their asses. I think I raised one tough cookie. Have you guys ever played with your little ones?
Do you ever feel like your dice betray you? Do you get a new set when you just can’t get the rolls you need?
Sidenotes: So this story is going to be pretty in-depth so I am going to have to post it in parts. Also the content is going to be pretty mature so I would say 18 and older for later chapters and such. Feedback is always appreciated! Also grammar is not perfect because I wrote this in a hurry in word pad. Thank you!
Isabella awoke to see her ecstatic younger sister jumping up and down on her bed. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY,” she screeched at the top of her lungs as she bounced up and down. “Get up lazy bones, mom and dad are waiting for you in the kitchen.” Isabella rubbed her eyes as she gave her sister a sleepy smile. Her sleepy smile turned mischievous as she shot up and pulled her sister down beside her where she began tickling her mercilessly. Amara squealed with laughter and begged her sister to relent. Isabella acquiesced to her sisters request and stared at her with admiration. Amara’s green eyes were shining with tears from laughing so hard. Her red hair was splayed out on the bed beneath her small frame. Amara’s resemblance to her own was uncanny, No one could ever doubt they were sisters. Some believed the two girls to be twins. Amara playfully nudged Isabella in the rib cage. “Come on!” she squealed. “Your breakfast is getting cold!!” Isabella told Amara to go tell their parents she would join them shortly. Isabella hopped out of her bed as her sister ran out of her bedroom humming. She grabbed the navy dress that she had picked out the night before and headed to the bathroom. She slipped into the dress and regarded herself in the mirror. The dress was sleeveless and had a bow wrapped around her thin waste. The dress fell just below her knees and had a bit of an open back. The dress brought out her blue eyes and clashed magnificently with her fire-red hair. She tried to tame her wavy hair in the mirror. “That will have to do”, she thought as her hair hung in waves halfway down her backside. She hurried out the bathroom and slipped on her favorite knee-high black boots before exiting her room to join the rest of her family in the kitchen. She walked down the narrow hallway into the kitchen where her family greeted her with a smile and the lyrics of happy birthday. “Happy eighteenth!” exclaimed her mother and father sweetly when they had finished the tune. She looked around the cozy kitchen and saw her mother had prepared a feast for breakfast. There were bacon, eggs, sausage, toast, pancakes, hash browns, and grits laid out on the dining room table. “Mom you’ve outdone yourself. There is no way I’m going to be able to eat a third of this,” she said. Her mother’s blue eyes were shining with pride as she responded “Well I had to do something special. It’s not everyday your daughter turns eighteen. I mean you are a young woman now.” Her father ran impatient fingers through his blazing red hair. “Can we eat now? I’m starving waiting on slow poke here to join us.” Amara and Isabella giggled at their fathers jab. They all sat down and began piling their plates high with the delicious cuisine. The kitchen table was filled with conversation and laughter and talk of plans for the day. Isabella was halfway through her breakfast when there was a huge BOOM! Isabella grabbed Amara and darted underneath the table as her parents started towards the source of the noise. The minutes passed as they waited on their parents to return. Isabella held Amara close to her stroking her hair until she heard her mother’s scream. “Amara stay here and don’t move. I’m going to go check on our parents” she said as she tried to shake Amara’s grasp. “No! Please don’t leave me alone.” her sister pleaded with her. Isabella squirmed out of her grasp and kissed her cheek. “I will be right back. I promise.” Isabella moved quietly down the narrow hallway towards the sounds of muffled voices. As she got closer she could hear her mother sobbing. Nothing could have prepared her for what she saw as she peeked her head into the living room. She screamed as she saw her mother crying over her father who was sprawled on the floor in a pool of crimson. Standing around her father were several men in armor. Tears streamed down her face as she raced toward her father. Before she was halfway there a pair of rugged hands grabbed her around her waist and she was hoisted into the air against her will. Her mother cried out as she struggled against the pair of hands. The more she tried to kick free the tighter the persons grip became around her until she felt like she couldn’t breathe. “Well,Well,Well looks like we have a fighter here boys,” said a raspy voice. Isabella stopped struggling to stare at the man who was now in front of her just inches away. She watched his beady black eyes run up and down her. Her stomach churned with disgust as he continued to take her in before he finally spoke again. “I think this one will please the master. Hands off lads! You know the master likes his merchandise untouched” he said with a twisted smile. She heard a chuckle from her captor behind her. “Hey boss. Before I load this one-off, what are we going to do with her,” he said with a nod towards Isabella’s mother. The man with the beady eyes looked over at the woman still sobbing over her dead husband. “Well the bitch is too old for the master. I guess you gents can have your way with her if you like. Then kill her.” At these words Isabella began screaming as she started twisting and turning as fiercely as she could to try to throw her captor. “A little help here please,” called the man detaining her. Another man in armor walked over to her with his sword drawn. She didn’t care if he used it on her. She had to get free and save her mother from what these horrible men were going to do to her. That’s the last thought she remembered before everything went black.
So my campaigns that I play are on Tuesday and Wednesday of the week so I will try to update the next day on what’s going on in those campaigns. It just depends on how late it is when I get home . We are playing about four different campaigns at the moment. Seems like a lot I know. Which campaign we play depends on who shows up. So currently I play a sorcerer (Takara), Bard (Reina), a bad ass monk (Jackie), and a swashbuckler (Isabella). I have not started playing my swashbuckler yet, but I honestly can’t wait. I have a really cool back story that I have been working on for Isabella that I am going to post in parts. My goal is to post all of my character’s back stories, so you guys can give me some feedback. What are some of your favorite characters to play? I haven’t played my duel wielding swashbuckler yet so I can’t pick her. I would have to say my favorite would be my sorcerer. I am a magic kind of girl and being able to do insane amounts of damage is really fun for me. Being able to steal all the XP isn’t a bad thing either! Can’t wait to hear from you guys! Let’s talk D&D!