So, i was sitting here, and started thinking about the first time i ever played DnD, and got to wondering... What kind of experience did everyone else have?
I played with a few guys with a lot more experiance than me. I played a dragonborn monk alongside a half elf bard and a human oathbreaker. We only played a couple sessions (played at a month long army course), but long story short is I got gender switched via curse item and wad banged by my bard against my will as a player. I think they were ribbing me for being new, but it was all in good fun. I've decided if I ever pull that character back out for another campaign that he'll still be a female and be trying to fix that. Or maybe not, who knows.
The first time I ever played was with two of my friends, and I hadn't even glanced at the rules. One of my friends was the DM, and this session was more of a test run to see how the game worked.
I played my first and most favorite character I've made to date. He is a Hill Dwarf Ranger, name is Argos. My friend played a Halfling Rogue, I forget his name though. We were sent to a cave by an old lady who claimed that creatures in that cave had been tormenting her. As we entered the cave, we spotted a little camp fire and some goblin huddled around it. The little camp was between two large boulder, both about 10 feet in height. Me and the halfling decided to get on top of the nearest boulder and scout out the rest of the surrounding area of the cave to spot all of the potential targets. After I successfully stealth-climbed up the boulder, my halfling friend got a bad roll and was spotted by the goblins. As combat began, I ended up at the end of the initiative, the halfling was at the beginning, and all of the goblins in between. The halfling decided to jump down into a group of 3 goblins and attack one at the same time. He ended up falling prone and missing the target goblin. So, he ended up getting wrecked by the goblins the entire round as I hid atop the boulder. We barely managed to kill all of the goblins (I had to eventually jump down and fight off all of them with my trusty quarterstaff as my halfling friend was unconscious).
We ended up cutting the session short since one of my friends had to go, but the whole situation was extremely funny at the time.
Thousands of years ago, when the world was young... wait, no, that's not right. Twenty-or-something years ago, when I was young... yes, that's the one:
I had been shopping with my grandmother while we were visiting other family in a larger city than were we lived at the time. While we were in a little bookstore in a mall, I'd spotted this book that was facing cover-out on a shelf among other books. The picture (a muscle-bound guy with an axe smashing through a wooden door, implied companions behind him ready for battle) enthralled me, and when my grandmother asked if I wanted anything, I said "Yeah, this." and grabbed it off the shelf.
Skip forward a bit to the next night and I'd convinced my grandmother to take me back to the bookstore to buy the other two books that accompanied that one as the core of the game, and some dice to play with, and spent the whole day reading and readying myself to play.
I recruited my cousin to play through a brief scenario I'd planned out to see what he thought of the game. He played a nondescript fighter, specialized in two-handed sword, and tore through the brief "save the kidnapped princess" adventure, slaughtering half a dozen goblins, a handful of orcs, and even an ogre all by himself.
And I was hooked. Been DMing at least once a week every week since, and more than that as often as it has been possible along the way.
Thousands of years ago, when the world was young... wait, no, that's not right. Twenty-or-something years ago, when I was young... yes, that's the one:
I had been shopping with my grandmother while we were visiting other family in a larger city than were we lived at the time. While we were in a little bookstore in a mall, I'd spotted this book that was facing cover-out on a shelf among other books. The picture (a muscle-bound guy with an axe smashing through a wooden door, implied companions behind him ready for battle) enthralled me, and when my grandmother asked if I wanted anything, I said "Yeah, this." and grabbed it off the shelf.
Skip forward a bit to the next night and I'd convinced my grandmother to take me back to the bookstore to buy the other two books that accompanied that one as the core of the game, and some dice to play with, and spent the whole day reading and readying myself to play.
I recruited my cousin to play through a brief scenario I'd planned out to see what he thought of the game. He played a nondescript fighter, specialized in two-handed sword, and tore through the brief "save the kidnapped princess" adventure, slaughtering half a dozen goblins, a handful of orcs, and even an ogre all by himself.
And I was hooked. Been DMing at least once a week every week since, and more than that as often as it has been possible along the way.
Congratulations on not accidentally killing him.
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"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
My first time DM'ing DnD consisted of my invention of a map, a story involving an oddly friendly world-serpent, and some elemental planes. Boy was I in over my head. I had to research history for like 3 hours for each session, beyond just general campaign planning.
Way back in 1983 (I was 11) my father bought the basic rules for Dungeons & Dragons (the red books). He created a campaign in a kingdom that he had made up, and made stories about, from when he was a kid (1950's). My mother, sister and I all rolled up characters. I was a wizard, loving the idea of magic and all that, and we started wandering through that kingdom, fighting against the evil Agra Unistra, a witch that was trying to subvert it.
What was awesome is that Dad drew out a full hex-map that covered the table. Though the map is gone today, I still remember the layout of the main river that ran up to the city where we were, the hills and mountains around. I am now working on writing a story that takes place in that land, only thousands of years later. I have drawn my own map table-sized hex map, and I have enough plots/events/characters from my story, I am going to start using it for my own D&D campaign, and my children can run through a land my dad made up long ago.
Mom and Dad now live 500 miles away, but one of these days I hope to get them to roll up new characters, and test out 5e. With roll20, Teamspeak etc distance doesn't stop people from playing together like it used to :)
Warlock Tiefling with a very messed up character sheet (I had waaaay more spells than I was suppose to because I misunderstood the spell slot thing. Long story.) but I used dimension door to go into a competitor's only entrance in an arena with two allies, got chased by some guard and ended up in a room, by myself, surrounded by 7 guards. I tried talking my way out using the fact that I had the guild merchant's background which offered 'ties to elite of the city' but my persuasion check only got like two people in my side. My DM had an NPC bust me out lol.
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You only lose if you die. Any time else, there's opportunity for a come back.
Late 1983-early 1984 I found a coverless copy of D3 Vault of the drow in our home at the time, along with what I now know was a World of Greyhawk Folio , I pondered over the words and admired the pictures and maps, now I was only 3 or 4 at the time! Yet it inspired my reading greatly, and when I was around 8 I managed to get hold of two second hand copies of the rules, the Red box and the Blue Box, the rest was history, been hooked ever since, even though I still haven't been able to get a proper game in to this date!
One of my earliest memories was playing 1st edition AD&D maybe the very first time or first few times. I played an elf rogue, my friend a human fighter and we were doing a dungeon crawl. There was a long hallway, 10 feet wide, that turned to the left up ahead, nothing fancy or out of the ordinary about it except a trap we successfully overcame. At the end of the hall was a chest.
The chest was locked of course, but I managed to open it. My friend who was the Dungeon Master tells us a white dragon comes out of the chest. What?! We were taken aback naturally, but we went along for the ride, fought the wyrm, survived, got some treasure and moved on.
I will never forget that initial feeling though like "how was a white dragon inside the chest?" but we didn't care too much. Just kept on playing and having fun. It was just magic, in and out of game :)
(We were all in third or fourth grade by the way.)
I was 7 years old at a friends house. A group of attempting to play Adeptus Titanicus basement when he said his dad had a special box in his bedroom that we weren't allowed to touch. Being the inquisitive kids we were when he wasn't in we went into the room and opened up a large cardboard box that had a shiny new set of Adnd books. We poured through the books for the next few hours. Another hour goes by and we come up with our own rules to play the game. (only having D6s from AT, and not really knowing how to play). We continued to sneak out the book each weekend when finally his father caught us playing with them, he decided to sit us down and properly teach us the rules.
Since we have so many stories, I think I should go ahead and tell mine.
So, me and my dad decided to have some father-son bonding time. He pulled out his set of 3e books (he has every did book from 2nd edition to 4th, along with all of the baldurs gate games and icewind ones, while also playing the dnd mmo and the neverwinter verssion). I rolled up a character, he was a half-elf ranger with the stablemasters heir background (it was one he made himself) I started off with a horse, and several saddlebags and a backpack full of gear. I ended up arriving at a town that was along my way to the kingdom border, and I decided to stay the night and resupply. I rented a stall in the stable and left my horse there, while getting an inn room. I left my bags buried in the hay, and asked the stable keepers assistant (a young boy) to keep an eye on my horse and stuff. Well, I come back the next day, grab my gear and horse, then leave.
At this time, unknown to me, my dad did a perception check, which I apparently failed horribly. I road off into the woods and after a time decided to stop for lunch. I opened my bags, and found all of them full of rocks and hay. Apparently the stable eepers assistant robbed me blind. Before I could react to that, my dad got an urgent call, and we stopped there. To this day, we still haven' been able to start that game back up
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So, i was sitting here, and started thinking about the first time i ever played DnD, and got to wondering... What kind of experience did everyone else have?
I played with a few guys with a lot more experiance than me. I played a dragonborn monk alongside a half elf bard and a human oathbreaker. We only played a couple sessions (played at a month long army course), but long story short is I got gender switched via curse item and wad banged by my bard against my will as a player. I think they were ribbing me for being new, but it was all in good fun. I've decided if I ever pull that character back out for another campaign that he'll still be a female and be trying to fix that. Or maybe not, who knows.
#OpenDnD. #DnDBegone
i think that would be a cool thing to add to his... er... i mean HER backstory.
The first time I ever played was with two of my friends, and I hadn't even glanced at the rules. One of my friends was the DM, and this session was more of a test run to see how the game worked.
I played my first and most favorite character I've made to date. He is a Hill Dwarf Ranger, name is Argos. My friend played a Halfling Rogue, I forget his name though. We were sent to a cave by an old lady who claimed that creatures in that cave had been tormenting her. As we entered the cave, we spotted a little camp fire and some goblin huddled around it. The little camp was between two large boulder, both about 10 feet in height. Me and the halfling decided to get on top of the nearest boulder and scout out the rest of the surrounding area of the cave to spot all of the potential targets. After I successfully stealth-climbed up the boulder, my halfling friend got a bad roll and was spotted by the goblins. As combat began, I ended up at the end of the initiative, the halfling was at the beginning, and all of the goblins in between. The halfling decided to jump down into a group of 3 goblins and attack one at the same time. He ended up falling prone and missing the target goblin. So, he ended up getting wrecked by the goblins the entire round as I hid atop the boulder. We barely managed to kill all of the goblins (I had to eventually jump down and fight off all of them with my trusty quarterstaff as my halfling friend was unconscious).
We ended up cutting the session short since one of my friends had to go, but the whole situation was extremely funny at the time.
A surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one.
Thousands of years ago, when the world was young... wait, no, that's not right. Twenty-or-something years ago, when I was young... yes, that's the one:
I had been shopping with my grandmother while we were visiting other family in a larger city than were we lived at the time. While we were in a little bookstore in a mall, I'd spotted this book that was facing cover-out on a shelf among other books. The picture (a muscle-bound guy with an axe smashing through a wooden door, implied companions behind him ready for battle) enthralled me, and when my grandmother asked if I wanted anything, I said "Yeah, this." and grabbed it off the shelf.
Skip forward a bit to the next night and I'd convinced my grandmother to take me back to the bookstore to buy the other two books that accompanied that one as the core of the game, and some dice to play with, and spent the whole day reading and readying myself to play.
I recruited my cousin to play through a brief scenario I'd planned out to see what he thought of the game. He played a nondescript fighter, specialized in two-handed sword, and tore through the brief "save the kidnapped princess" adventure, slaughtering half a dozen goblins, a handful of orcs, and even an ogre all by himself.
And I was hooked. Been DMing at least once a week every week since, and more than that as often as it has been possible along the way.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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My first time DM'ing DnD consisted of my invention of a map, a story involving an oddly friendly world-serpent, and some elemental planes. Boy was I in over my head. I had to research history for like 3 hours for each session, beyond just general campaign planning.
Way back in 1983 (I was 11) my father bought the basic rules for Dungeons & Dragons (the red books). He created a campaign in a kingdom that he had made up, and made stories about, from when he was a kid (1950's). My mother, sister and I all rolled up characters. I was a wizard, loving the idea of magic and all that, and we started wandering through that kingdom, fighting against the evil Agra Unistra, a witch that was trying to subvert it.
What was awesome is that Dad drew out a full hex-map that covered the table. Though the map is gone today, I still remember the layout of the main river that ran up to the city where we were, the hills and mountains around. I am now working on writing a story that takes place in that land, only thousands of years later. I have drawn my own map table-sized hex map, and I have enough plots/events/characters from my story, I am going to start using it for my own D&D campaign, and my children can run through a land my dad made up long ago.
Mom and Dad now live 500 miles away, but one of these days I hope to get them to roll up new characters, and test out 5e. With roll20, Teamspeak etc distance doesn't stop people from playing together like it used to :)
Warlock Tiefling with a very messed up character sheet (I had waaaay more spells than I was suppose to because I misunderstood the spell slot thing. Long story.) but I used dimension door to go into a competitor's only entrance in an arena with two allies, got chased by some guard and ended up in a room, by myself, surrounded by 7 guards. I tried talking my way out using the fact that I had the guild merchant's background which offered 'ties to elite of the city' but my persuasion check only got like two people in my side. My DM had an NPC bust me out lol.
You only lose if you die. Any time else, there's opportunity for a come back.
Late 1983-early 1984 I found a coverless copy of D3 Vault of the drow in our home at the time, along with what I now know was a World of Greyhawk Folio , I pondered over the words and admired the pictures and maps, now I was only 3 or 4 at the time! Yet it inspired my reading greatly, and when I was around 8 I managed to get hold of two second hand copies of the rules, the Red box and the Blue Box, the rest was history, been hooked ever since, even though I still haven't been able to get a proper game in to this date!
"I am The Ancient, I am The Land"
One of my earliest memories was playing 1st edition AD&D maybe the very first time or first few times. I played an elf rogue, my friend a human fighter and we were doing a dungeon crawl. There was a long hallway, 10 feet wide, that turned to the left up ahead, nothing fancy or out of the ordinary about it except a trap we successfully overcame. At the end of the hall was a chest.
The chest was locked of course, but I managed to open it. My friend who was the Dungeon Master tells us a white dragon comes out of the chest. What?! We were taken aback naturally, but we went along for the ride, fought the wyrm, survived, got some treasure and moved on.
I will never forget that initial feeling though like "how was a white dragon inside the chest?" but we didn't care too much. Just kept on playing and having fun. It was just magic, in and out of game :)
(We were all in third or fourth grade by the way.)
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I was 7 years old at a friends house. A group of attempting to play Adeptus Titanicus basement when he said his dad had a special box in his bedroom that we weren't allowed to touch. Being the inquisitive kids we were when he wasn't in we went into the room and opened up a large cardboard box that had a shiny new set of Adnd books. We poured through the books for the next few hours. Another hour goes by and we come up with our own rules to play the game. (only having D6s from AT, and not really knowing how to play). We continued to sneak out the book each weekend when finally his father caught us playing with them, he decided to sit us down and properly teach us the rules.
The first time i played was with two of my freinds, we barley knew any of the rules.
We where searching a small cave in A forest, trying to not run into a giant panther.
Was more of a test run to see if we liked dnd, and we where hooked.
And it all started when i jokingly said we should try dnd.
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Since we have so many stories, I think I should go ahead and tell mine.
So, me and my dad decided to have some father-son bonding time. He pulled out his set of 3e books (he has every did book from 2nd edition to 4th, along with all of the baldurs gate games and icewind ones, while also playing the dnd mmo and the neverwinter verssion). I rolled up a character, he was a half-elf ranger with the stablemasters heir background (it was one he made himself) I started off with a horse, and several saddlebags and a backpack full of gear. I ended up arriving at a town that was along my way to the kingdom border, and I decided to stay the night and resupply. I rented a stall in the stable and left my horse there, while getting an inn room. I left my bags buried in the hay, and asked the stable keepers assistant (a young boy) to keep an eye on my horse and stuff. Well, I come back the next day, grab my gear and horse, then leave.
At this time, unknown to me, my dad did a perception check, which I apparently failed horribly. I road off into the woods and after a time decided to stop for lunch. I opened my bags, and found all of them full of rocks and hay. Apparently the stable eepers assistant robbed me blind. Before I could react to that, my dad got an urgent call, and we stopped there. To this day, we still haven' been able to start that game back up