My friends and I started a D&D group. I am writing journal entries for my rogue, from her point of view.
Day 1: Today while playing strip poker in a tavern on the West district of Sunnydale I overheard an interesting conversation. While the game was interrupted by the bartender, (Asshole.) I did meet several very interesting people.
- Part 1 of Ellywick's Journal
Our second Campaign!!!! I'm still alive! ...for now....
So charging in we went. I don’t think I will ever forget what was in there. The entire place was filthy, the bones and trash piled six inches high in some places. The wall was striped with dried blood and some other unidentifiable streak. And in the center of the room an Ogre with black skin, green pustules on his back and glowing eyes stood raving like a lunatic. “Logbrag strong! Logbrag not listen to voices! Logbrag not go with you!”
Yup. I wanted nothing to do with that.
- Part 2 of Ellywick's Journal