This weekend one of his friends had a sleep-over and we decided to play D&D. Last year for Christmas I had bought the box set, which came with a few pre-made characters, a module, some maps and miniatures. We played it once, and put it away.
It was quite enjoyable, but Cub at that point wasn't quite old enough to concentrate on the game. He asked about it a few times and then quit. Well, this weekend his friend (who is a bit older) found out and badgered me until I agreed to play. So this past friday night I played D&D with Pamela , Cub and his friend. We played a very short scenario just to quiet them down and then called it good.
Saturday rolled around, Thumper was asleep, it was too hot to go outside and we decided to pick up where we left off. Cub picked up his Dwarven cleric and Pamela played the other three characters. We played for about two hours and Cub did respectively well. He played the Cleric to the hilt, trying to stay out of battle, healing where needed and lending a hand otherwise.
Right at the beginning of the scenario the group took a wrong turn and ended up face to face with what they thought was a Black Dragon, it won initiative and decimated everyone in the party but the warrior. Cub clouded up -
Well, I guess we can't play anymore ... *snif*The warrior stepped up, whacked at the dragon only to find it was an illusion created by a lowly Kobold. With the Kobold gone, the dragon went away. And since it had happened all in one round, I waved the damage also (illusion ya know).
Hold on Cub (as I see tears welling up), Let the warrior take his turn.
Oh the light shone down from the heavens after that. And Cub hunkered down and was very cautious after that point. You see, he was the one that kicked open the door to the room where the 'dragon' was.
We played a bit longer and then finally we got to a point where the rogue took one for the party and was sliced in half by a broadsword wielding skeleton. Cub tried to heal, but I proclaimed that the wound was too great (natural twenty twice!). He clouded up again and I began to think maybe it wasn't such a good idea to play.
Pamela pointed out to him, that it happens in game, it's just a game, and maybe he could help the party. He wiped away the tears and growled 'Vengance will be mine!' and rolled a 20 against the skeleton, and then against the next, and then the two orcs we came to face i n the next encounter. He was on fire. I told him that twenty-sided die was now his to keep as it seemed to like him. That brightened him up, he ran back to the room with the dead rogue, put her in a sarcophagus and announced that -
I'll be back, I promise, one day when I can resurrect! I'll be back!About that time Thumper woke up and we decided to call it a day. So now D&D is his new obsession. He asks to play every day.
I guess I need to start building scenarios.
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