Scene from our D&D game. Technically, from next session.
Characters: Farryn, Gnome Fighter (my DMPC), Eragon, Dragonborn Paladin (our friend), Nicht, Goblin Artificer (my husband), Farawyn, High-elf Druid (our daughter). We're somehow an all-male party. They've been adventuring for a week or two, but with a scared little Goblin, a stuck-up Elf, and a new player who doesn't initiate conversations yet, they're still not very comfortable with each other. Farryn is determined to change this.
As Nicht looked around himself, trying to figure out how taverns worked again, a look of sudden determination crossed Farryn's face.
"I'll get us drinks," he said, stalking off towards the bar.
"I'll have β" Farawyn began, but Farryn gave no indication he had heard.
He returned a short while later, almost invisible behind four enormous mugs of ale. Eragon looked mildly interested; Nicht appeared outright alarmed. Farawyn merely raised one eyebrow and one nostril.
Farryn slammed the mugs down in front of him, then he reached into one of his myriad of pockets and let a set of dice clatter on the table. "All right, here's the deal," he said. "We're knee-deep in shit. No man should be knee-deep in shit knowing so little of the man next to him.
"We drink. Then we roll. One with the highest roll asks a question the one with the lowest roll must answer. No lying. No bailing.
"Let's play."
I'm DMing again for the first time in twenty years and it's so much fun! There's nothing like raising your own D&D group. =D
Also, look! Comicky style! So cool for quick little scenes. I love Farryn. He's the ideal DMPC - fun and quirky in role-playing situations and doesnβt steal any spotlight in fights.
Jenny Dolfen
2022-06-07 04:53:48 +0000 UTCElizabeth A Perico
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