A rich backstory?
A thirst to prove themselves, to explore?
A righteous cause?
Or…something shiny that will either buy them many nice things or help them kill stuff better.
That being said, you probably shouldn’t troll your players by making “friendship” the final reward.
“I have…questions…about the gods.”
“Don’t we all.”
Welcome to this month’s story!
So for the past month or so, I’ve been playing in an online D&D group with a friend, finally fulfilling my dream of being a paladin. With that in mind, this month’s story will be based on that. Made more for the players of the game, but hopefully it’ll be good enough for anybody who happens across this!
So, what, pray tell, is the image I am using to frame my character’s story? What IS my character’s story?
We Don’t Have To Fight. Let’s Do, Though!
Welcome to the very first level, young adventurers! To get you started, let’s pit you against a monster perfect for learning the basics: TIAMAT!
…What do you mean this isn’t appropriate for your levels?
…Well, how would YOU suggest we plan this encounter, then?
What’s Mine Is Mine, What’s Yours Is Also Mine
Yes, I know that it’s Rogue and that rouge is a red-tinted cosmetic.
I’ve been at this for nearly two years, and living out the nerd life for far longer. Surely I wouldn’t make such a rookie mistake!
Unless…a wild rouge successfully snuck in and switched the letters ar-
If an adventurer comes around and actually fixes this, I wonder if they’ll expect my hand in marriage.
It’s that time of the month! When I actually sit down and bring myself to write a short story based on a picture I’ve got lying about!
And speaking of lying about, today’s image is:
…And I’m making a COMEDY out of it? What??? Bet you’re REAL curious, huh??? …Oh, you’re not? Well, read it anyway, I’m begging you!
What if…the monsters who only live to give you something to fight…had lives of their own?
A bunch of genocidal kleptomaniacs have just come back from a killing spree after breaking into private property, butchering the inhabitants and stealing their possessions.
They are praised and rewarded further for wiping out the hobgoblin menace.
But what if…the hobgoblins…had lives?
We decide who lives or dies. Be nice.
Behold! Yonder lies our hated foe! With steel and magic shall we lay him low! BUT FIRST!
…We need healing for our ouchies and our booboos.