Ah, yes. Good old high hards. I preferred high softs myself, though I knew some people that preferred low softs. I don't judge.
The one book I do miss from 2e was the Aurora's Guide to the Realms. It was all slice-of-life gear. Drow swimwear. Death cheese. Good times.
Back in the good old days, when a typical session ran 12 hours and we'd occasionally game for days straight, details like character dress and what's for dinner got a lot more airtime. Nowadays I get 3 1/2 hours of gaming every two weeks, and it makes it tough to dwell on the details. (I do still make incredibly detailed equipment lists, for what its worth. My current character, a half orc barbarian/fighter wears linen breeches and a sleeveless shirt, alligator skin boots, a black bearskin cloak with pictograms drawn on the inside, bronze forearm guards and a serpentskin backpack with snake rattle tassles, in addition to the breastplate he wears for armor. He's also got a drinking horn made from a mandible from a huge spider. So the details are there, they just never get brought up.)
I was at a friend's game who's group I don't normally play with, and one of the other players started detailing all the things she had collected for that night's soup. As she's reading off the list of paprika and onions and lamb, I caught myself thinking Who cares? Why aren't we killing things? And I realized, I have become what I have beheld... I have seen the enemy and it is I.
Alas.
The one book I do miss from 2e was the Aurora's Guide to the Realms. It was all slice-of-life gear. Drow swimwear. Death cheese. Good times.
Back in the good old days, when a typical session ran 12 hours and we'd occasionally game for days straight, details like character dress and what's for dinner got a lot more airtime. Nowadays I get 3 1/2 hours of gaming every two weeks, and it makes it tough to dwell on the details. (I do still make incredibly detailed equipment lists, for what its worth. My current character, a half orc barbarian/fighter wears linen breeches and a sleeveless shirt, alligator skin boots, a black bearskin cloak with pictograms drawn on the inside, bronze forearm guards and a serpentskin backpack with snake rattle tassles, in addition to the breastplate he wears for armor. He's also got a drinking horn made from a mandible from a huge spider. So the details are there, they just never get brought up.)
I was at a friend's game who's group I don't normally play with, and one of the other players started detailing all the things she had collected for that night's soup. As she's reading off the list of paprika and onions and lamb, I caught myself thinking Who cares? Why aren't we killing things? And I realized, I have become what I have beheld... I have seen the enemy and it is I.
Alas.