
- Rodney: Bruce “One ‘e'” Le, human monk and angry contrarian
- Shannon: Crom, elf wizard and meglomaniac
- Ryan: Kunu, dwarf cleric and Parrothead priest
- Charley: Honeysuckle, halfling thief and brothel born
- Murph: the DM or dungeon master
“So how do you want to proceed guys?” I said to the group. “Alongside the stream flowing from the cave, a path leads further into the darkness from which you can hear the gurgle of water. Those with darksight, that’s Crom and Kunu, spy a side passage from which you hear the growls of . . . something and . . . Uh, Ryan, what are you doing to your hammer?”
During my introduction, my brother Ryan had duct-taped a bottle opener to the side of his prop hammer. Grabbing a bottle of Guinness, he then wedged his prop/bottle opener along the glass neck and flipped the metal cap a foot or two into the air and into Shannon’s empty mug. A frown passed before Shannon’s face at the violation of his drinking vessel before he decided the trick deserved applause. The others followed suit while Ryan refilled his own mug.
“Kunu is like this party priest dwarf, right?” he explained. “So it made sense to me that he’d install a church key into the side of his hammer. He’s always ready for a fight because he’s an adventurer, but he never forgets the important things either.”
“That my friend is true innovation!” Charley beamed.
“Crom approves,” Shan nodded.
“Bruce ‘one e’ Le does not drink but applauds your adaptivity,” Rodney agreed.
I am hardly the most practical one in this group. Most day-to-day commonsense chores like matching clothes and taxes are ignored until someone reminds me that it’s the adult thing to do. However, when it comes to my imaginary worlds I can become quite defensive about the details.
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