My First Character Death
My very first character was a Dark Elf Ranger/Magic-User (don’t judge, I’d been playing for about 5 minutes and hadn’t read any of the novels) named Gray Wolf. I didn’t really know much of anything about Dungeons and Dragons at the time, just what I’d read over the shoulder of the kid who sat in front of me in Mr. Quick’s Sophomore English class. I had decided that I was going to use flails as my primary weapon. I had visions of Gray Wolf going all Bruce Lee on his enemies, smashing and bashing and nuchuking them to death in the most awesome of ways. Sadly, this was not to be. My very first encounter was with a bear. I’d seen Crocodile Dundee. I knew how Animal Empathy was supposed to work. I held out my hand and made cooing sounds at the bear but apparently, holding out your hand and making cooing sounds at a bear translates into “Please, maul me”. The bear was happy to oblige. I was shredded before I could even lay a hand on my weapons to defend...