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Dang! I thought this was going to be a discussion of tinker gnomes from Dragonlance.

Maybe we just don't have enough archetypes in myth, film, and literature to inspire people to play clerics. Barbarian... Conan, Khal Drogo, Wolverine, Rollo Bard... Allan A-Dale, Chaucer from "A Knight's Tale", the Pied Piper Fighter... close your eyes, randomly flip through Bullfinch's...

My experience as well. It's funny - I've been reading some of the older FR novels lately, which were written to approximate D&D as it was in 1e/2e. I've yet to see a depiction of a druid that doesn't come off as morally good, even though at the time druids were required to be true neutral in...

In the homebrew I'm working on I'm trying to figure out a way that clerics delay their domain choice until third level, the way all the other classes delay their thematic choice. Fluff-wise most clerics serve "the gods" and not a specific deity. Third level, they can choose to remain on this...

We've had some turnover, so let me get a headcount. The main party now consists of 4 - Garrett, Eddicus, Vottr, and Leonan. So we could each have a room or share as space allows. I assume we'll be joined by Castagyr and Brio afterward.

I was just about to say that that part of this stems from people not wanting to play the healer role, but I think it has more to do with not everyone wanting to play a priest. Despite the wide variety of clerics available (as well as druids) I think many players still (at times erroneously)...

"Well met, Master Toben. I'll have me drink and a meal, if ye would," Vottr says, "And then a bed." He turns to the others and says: "A good dwarf don't mind sharing a drink with his friends, and a good soldier don't mind bunkin' down with his comrades. Iffin' we can share a room to save a...

It would indeed.

This seems to me to be what the warlock should have been. Using pact and blood magic that is highly distinct from wizards/sorcerers on one end and clerics on the other. Different fluff, some distinct mechanics, very different feel.

"Last I checked, they don't serve no ale in hay lofts," Vottr says. "Stonehill it is then, I'm reckonin'."

In my last turn as DM, I incorporated some principles from FATE, even though we were playing 5e. I made a generic local setting (city with surrounding farm lands and forests) and had the players due the "phase trio" so that there was an established backstory as to how they knew each other as...

"Barthen, can ye recommend a good inn where we can get a room and a good drink to see us off to our rest?"

OOC: Have we received XP? Just want to make sure I didn't miss it.

"Aye, a dwarf is always up for a good drink,"Vottr replies to Garrett. "As sure as a halfling's always up for a meal! Besides, any barkeep worth his salt is a goldmine of local information. Maybe we can find one with word of Dougal, or another place them gobbers could've taken me uncle."

"By Clangeddin's silver beard, I aim to find me uncle," Vottr says emphatically. "And to the Abyss with any damn fool goblins, orcs, bugbears, or other nasties what to try and stop me!" He spits on the floor for emphasis, then recalling that he's in a respectable establishment, begins scraping...

"Why'd you do that, Ed?" Vottr asks. "His snorin' was how we could tell from inside if the wagon was stayin' put." Amused at his own joke, Vottr continues on inside.

Vottr looks over his shoulder at the delapidated structures and scoffs. "Dwarves'd take down unused structures as such and repurpose the materials. 'Waste ye no stone and waste ye no ale,' me grandda' used to say." The dwarf heads inside the shop, eager to be rid of their delivery and move on...

If Sildar is lucid, Vottr will begin asking as to the fate of Gundren.

I let my players roll one set of stats and if they don't like the results, they can default to the standard array.

Vottr, reclining in the wagon, furrows his brow and growls: "I've wits enough to knock yer block off, witch doctor." He blinks and sits straight up. "But I suppose I'm owin' ye for draggin' me outta that stinkin' gobber nest." He smiles. OOC: Sorry for vanishing. I've been moving across...