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<blockquote data-quote="lall" data-source="post: 9434510" data-attributes="member: 6792346">Background, Take 1Dad: It’s too dangerous.Me: You adventured.Dad: Yes, but I always felt Lucky.Me: I’m going to be Lucky too!Dad: It’s not the same. You have to call it in advance for Titania’s sake.Me: I’ll be fine dad. As soon as I meet my party? Everyone gets a lock of my hair.Dad: And you call yourself a Wayfarer. Never mind that silver spoon in your mouth.Me: “One who travels” dad.Dad: By foot! You’re a bleeping fairy last time I checked.Me: Okay, alternative definition: “One who goes on a journey.” We’ve been on several trips to the Material Plane. Look. I know why you’re really upset.Dad: You’re giving up your dream.Me: It’s your dream dad. I’ve only heard about your 6th place finish at the Sylvan Poetry Fest every day for 18 years.Dad: You won’t even be able to enter. You know they don’t allow magic.Me: I’ll Wish for Sylvan.Dad: And risk the monkeypaw? Me: Everything will be fine dad. I already feel proficient in thieves’ tools and I have no idea what those are.Dad: Go on and save the world a few times like I did son. I’ll always love you. I just hope the world appreciates the sacrifice you’re making.Me: I’ll choose Elvish dad.Dad: Elvish is crap!Me: Bye dad. I’ll Sending you.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="lall, post: 9434510, member: 6792346"] Background, Take 1 Dad: It’s too dangerous. Me: You adventured. Dad: Yes, but I always felt Lucky. Me: I’m going to be Lucky too! Dad: It’s not the same. You have to call it in advance for Titania’s sake. Me: I’ll be fine dad. As soon as I meet my party? Everyone gets a lock of my hair. Dad: And you call yourself a Wayfarer. Never mind that silver spoon in your mouth. Me: “One who travels” dad. Dad: By foot! You’re a bleeping fairy last time I checked. Me: Okay, alternative definition: “One who goes on a journey.” We’ve been on several trips to the Material Plane. Look. I know why you’re really upset. Dad: You’re giving up your dream. Me: It’s your dream dad. I’ve only heard about your 6th place finish at the Sylvan Poetry Fest every day for 18 years. Dad: You won’t even be able to enter. You know they don’t allow magic. Me: I’ll Wish for Sylvan. Dad: And risk the monkeypaw? Me: Everything will be fine dad. I already feel proficient in thieves’ tools and I have no idea what those are. Dad: Go on and save the world a few times like I did son. I’ll always love you. I just hope the world appreciates the sacrifice you’re making. Me: I’ll choose Elvish dad. Dad: Elvish is crap! Me: Bye dad. I’ll Sending you. [/QUOTE]

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