[Life] DnD Fun
Jun. 13th, 2010 10:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nathanialroyaleHad a good Dnd game today.
My Grey elve who is of an asian (Japanese) clan, started out as a lvl 2 Ninja. His father and he exiled from their clan which was samurai because of his mother being a ninja, he had some rudimentary training with a Katana, knew the Bushido code but lived by it quite loosely. Had gone off on his own and been on his own for over 60 years and his god Correllian told him to go to the Paladin city of Griff'ieth. On arrival the city is being attacked by undead.
My character hates undead with a firey passion, you don't mess with the dead. Helped them stave off the attack, went down with the city guard to hold them back, the Captain asked me what would like in return expecting a large gold amount. I asked for 3 nights free rest at the inn, shocked he agreed. I was given control of some of the local rogues and allowed to make my groups tactics. My group of rogues were one of 3 groups that survived. 15 out of 50 men survived, the first battle was a clusterfuck! My character came into his confidence and remembered his childhood of learning tactics and the Katana allowing me to go into Samurai.
First full scale battle experience netted me lvl 2 Samurai and even more hate for undead. Next battle I owned a fucking undead wyvern! I took it's head off by myself with my Katana as I sneak attacked the thing as my God had given me a map of the room in my head and where the secret passage was. Owned that wyvern, helped kill the other one and assisted in the assault. But all the priests (clerics) were killed, Oooo that pissed my character off. I personally helped carry them out of the sewers, buried them and prayed over everyone of them.
The city reveres me now, I'm a nameless elf from the other side of the world but I helped them for nothing.
One of Heironeous's Angels came down to assist against the undead, I've got an angel with me in my pad.
I am awesome.
My Grey elve who is of an asian (Japanese) clan, started out as a lvl 2 Ninja. His father and he exiled from their clan which was samurai because of his mother being a ninja, he had some rudimentary training with a Katana, knew the Bushido code but lived by it quite loosely. Had gone off on his own and been on his own for over 60 years and his god Correllian told him to go to the Paladin city of Griff'ieth. On arrival the city is being attacked by undead.
My character hates undead with a firey passion, you don't mess with the dead. Helped them stave off the attack, went down with the city guard to hold them back, the Captain asked me what would like in return expecting a large gold amount. I asked for 3 nights free rest at the inn, shocked he agreed. I was given control of some of the local rogues and allowed to make my groups tactics. My group of rogues were one of 3 groups that survived. 15 out of 50 men survived, the first battle was a clusterfuck! My character came into his confidence and remembered his childhood of learning tactics and the Katana allowing me to go into Samurai.
First full scale battle experience netted me lvl 2 Samurai and even more hate for undead. Next battle I owned a fucking undead wyvern! I took it's head off by myself with my Katana as I sneak attacked the thing as my God had given me a map of the room in my head and where the secret passage was. Owned that wyvern, helped kill the other one and assisted in the assault. But all the priests (clerics) were killed, Oooo that pissed my character off. I personally helped carry them out of the sewers, buried them and prayed over everyone of them.
The city reveres me now, I'm a nameless elf from the other side of the world but I helped them for nothing.
One of Heironeous's Angels came down to assist against the undead, I've got an angel with me in my pad.
I am awesome.
