A couple of years ago I came out of retirement to play Dungeons & Dragons. I played briefly back in 1980. I knew I just didn’t have what it took to be a true gamer. I enjoyed creating my character more than I did roaming in a cave. I have been to Gen Con, and I have hung out with the hardcore gamers. Listening to them talk about D&D, I did not regret hanging up the broad sword.
A couple of years ago some friends of mine wanted to try D&D for the first time. I gave it a shot. Since they were all beginners I was not worried about screwing up. Well I did end up screwing up. I should have been awarded the title of “Worst Cleric Ever”.
The cleric should be about healing and swinging a mace. The combat should be from the back of the battle. I ignored the healing powers and I went after the monsters like they owed me money. I was lawful good and a follower Pellar. When I charged at monster, I would cry out, “By the power of Pellar”. I would end up striking with the handle of the mace. I was so bad the battle cry of my group was, “The cleric is bleeding from his ears again”. My group lost confidence in me.
We all died off in the campaign. I want to attribute it to the group’s lack of experience. I spent most of time doing saving rolls and not rolling for damage. By being so aggressive I did not heal my companions when they got knocked down.
I vowed that if I got a chance again with the 20 sided die, I would redeem myself.
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I am looking forward on expanding my musical reach.