Well done; there's a shortage of battle-cat riding in D&D!
That was what my childhood D&D (a BX/BECMI/AD&D hybrid, emphasis on BECM) was -- everyone traipsing around with a menagerie* of pet dragons, blink dogs, displacer beasts, unicorns, hypogriph, griffons, pegasi, and any other creatures we could convince the DM could be tamed/coerced into joining the gang (oh, and sometimes some horses and human followers too).Well done; there's a shortage of battle-cat riding in D&D!
He's a tiger, not a lion, but it suddenly occurs to me that he's basically the cowardly lion from Wizard of Oz -- turns into a hero with the addition of some c-c-c-courage!most cats except for Cringer
Sadly I do not and never did, even as a child.
Being a parent means every choice you make can potentially shape or scar your kids forever. The ultimate thrill ride. Does this teach my kid the valuable lesson of letting go or do they resent me forever?That definitely didn't scar me for life or put me on a particular path or anything like that at all.
I think in this case kind of neither instead it pushes them into a crippling fear that at any moment all their stuff could be taken away which means they have to fight the urge to hoard for the rest of their life.Being a parent means every choice you make can potentially shape or scar your kids forever. The ultimate thrill ride. Does this teach my kid the valuable lesson of letting go or do they resent me forever?