Campaign Chronicles

While in the City of Lankhmar, one of the party members wanted to see about getting a tattoo of a giant spider on his back.  He traveled throughout the city and after much searching, found himself outside the temple of the Spider God.  The player was fairly new to the game and when the priest gave the character a potion and told to drink it, which he did. This potion changed the character into a werespider although he did not know this at the time.  What follows is his first transformation and the events that followed throughout the rest of the night... - - - - - - A steady drizzle has been falling for hours. This far north and this close to the sea, the rain is bitterly cold, soaking through clothes and driving the chill deep into the skin with numbing determination. The group has dropped anchor off of a small island and gone ashore to for the night to set up camp. Drax managed to find and kill a lamb that had somehow gotten stranded on the island at some point in the pa...

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...