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<blockquote data-quote="Richards" data-source="post: 7826801" data-attributes="member: 508">EPILOGUEPC Roster:Daleth Stormsea, elf wizard 20
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Galen Thorne, human paladin 20
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Kaspar Hardstrike, elf monk 20
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Orion Nightsky, halfling rogue 20
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Syngaard, human fighter 20Game Session Date: 25 September 2019- - -&quot;So I been thinkin',&quot; Syngaard said to the group as they once again sat around their table in the Enchanted Flagon, the evening of their attack upon the Hope Ender.&quot;That must have hurt,&quot; commented Orion with a wry smile on her lips.Syngaard chose to ignore her.&nbsp; He was, after all, feeling pretty good: they had taken down the Mithral Mage and now the Hope Ender as well; the war with Ossirna and the Seekers of Eternity was a thing of the past.&nbsp; It looked like they had some quiet days ahead of themselves for the foreseeable future.&quot;So, we got ourselves a headquarters here in this tavern, only we don't got much need for a headquarters no more, what with us havin' already taken care of our enemies.&nbsp; So, whaddaya think about openin' it?&quot;&quot;Opening it?&nbsp; You mean the Enchanted Flagon?&nbsp; As a tavern?&quot; asked Daleth.&quot;Yeah.&nbsp; We already got Karen as a free barmaid - no wages to be paid out there.&nbsp; Skevros has an unlimited supply of ale - that don't cost us nothin'.&nbsp; I got bouncer experience; I figure Maria's got experience runnin' a magic shop, she oughtta be able to handle runnin' a simple tavern.&nbsp; And Nadira can be the hostess or whatever - it'll give her something to do.&nbsp; You guys already live upstairs, so it won't be like it's out of your way or nothin'.&nbsp; Whaddayathink?&quot;&quot;I think,&quot; replied Daleth, &quot;that a wizard of my talents would be wasted in helping to run a tavern.&nbsp; Now that Skevros has passed on, King Leornic is in need of an arcane adviser and I intend to fulfill that role for His Majesty.&quot;&quot;Kaspar?&quot; Syngaard asked.&quot;I thank you for the offer,&quot; replied the monk politely, as was his nature.&nbsp; &quot;But I believe I will return to the monastery where I was trained.&nbsp; Master Phae is getting on in years; he is, alas, a human.&nbsp; I will assist him in running the temple in his final days.&quot;Syngaard looked over to Galen but before he could get a word out the paladin turned him down.&nbsp; &quot;I'm sorry, Syngaard, but I will be returning to the Temple of Hieroneous.&nbsp; I have been asked to assist in training the new recruits.&nbsp; But I'll definitely be by now and again to see how it's going!&quot;When the bald fighter turned to Orion she was leaning against the bar with her arms crossed and a big smirk on her face, just waiting to see if the stupid lunk was actually going to ask her to join him in a business venture.&nbsp; The two hadn't been the closest of friends during their conscription to the king of Durnhill (and that was putting it mildly) but they'd found they had a few things in common: a love of cards, for one; a love of money, for another.&nbsp; &quot;I don't suppose...?&quot; Syngaard started.&quot;Us in business together?&quot; Orion scoffed.&nbsp; &quot;You see that workin' out?&quot;&nbsp; Syngaard just shrugged.&nbsp; &quot;Tell you what,&quot; the halfling conceded.&nbsp; &quot;You guys run the bar, I'll run the gambling.&nbsp; I get the table in the corner, full time.&quot;&nbsp; And, thought Orion, a crowded tavern full of drunks is a perfect place to keep my pick-pocketing skills honed.&quot;Okay then,&quot; agreed Syngaard.&nbsp; &quot;That's settled.&quot;&nbsp; He took a deep breath.&nbsp; &quot;Now I just got two more things to deal with.&quot;&quot;Two?&quot; asked Kaspar, curious.&quot;Yeah.&nbsp; I gotta go tell Mama Kat I can't work in her brothel no more, but I'll do that later.&nbsp; First...well, with the Hope Ender dead and all, there's no real need for little Hope to have to stay in hiding inside Skevros's extradimensional mansion.&nbsp; I guess it's time she came on out and started livin' a regular life - you know, like a normal kid.&quot;The scarred fighter undid his weapon belt and set it on a table, alongside his shield.&nbsp; Then he pulled off his gauntlets and started unbuckling his mithral breastplate.&nbsp; Finally, stripped down to just street clothes, he went to the back of the tavern, to the door behind the bar.&nbsp; He placed his hand on the doorknob and the steel ring on his finger glowed briefly, indicating when he opened the door it would be the permanent Mordenkainen's magnificent mansion he entered, not the tavern's storeroom.He turned back to the others.&nbsp; &quot;Wish me luck,&quot; he said.&nbsp; &quot;You know I don't have any real experience in this.&quot;&quot;Good luck,&quot; replied Galen dutifully.You'll need it, you stupid oaf, Orion thought to herself, but she gave him a silent thumbs-up nonetheless.&nbsp; But you just might surprise everybody and do okay.&quot;You'll do fine,&quot; reassured Kaspar.Syngaard steeled himself for what was to come and stepped into the extradimensional doorway, taking the first step in his new career - as a father.- - -And that closed out Logan's first standard D&amp;D campaign.&nbsp; (He had previously run a 26-adventure campaign for Harry and me based on the Skylanders series of console games to introduce Harry to the concept of role-playing games.)&nbsp; It's going to be weird putting these characters aside; I've grown rather fond of Syngaard over the past two years, despite - or maybe even because of - his limited intellect and his disdain for halflings.&nbsp; (I'm sure Vicki will be glad to see an end to the constant halfling put-downs and &quot;Dick&quot; jokes, though.)&nbsp; But Logan did a great job keeping this campaign running along, week after week, making each short adventure the next chapter in an ongoing story-line.&nbsp; In fact, I fully intend to print this forum thread out and stick it in a three-ring binder as a keepsake of this campaign; I'll probably keep one copy at our house and print a second for Dan, Vicki, and Joey to keep at theirs.&nbsp; Our copy, I know, will make for weeks of enjoyable bedtime stories for Harry, who still likes having me read to him at night before the lights get turned out.But Logan's already planned out our next campaign, which will take place in the same world as &quot;The Durnhill Conscripts&quot; but a different part of it - the Underdark, as a matter of fact.&nbsp; The new campaign will be called &quot;Raiders of the Overreach&quot; and we were all told to create PCs who were captured as slaves to the drow.&nbsp; This Wednesday, instead of having our first adventure in the new campaign we'll be creating our new player characters together.&nbsp; I'm looking forward to it!</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Richards, post: 7826801, member: 508"] [B]EPILOGUE[/B] PC Roster: [INDENT]Daleth Stormsea, elf wizard 20[/INDENT] [INDENT] Galen Thorne, human paladin 20[/INDENT] [INDENT] Kaspar Hardstrike, elf monk 20[/INDENT] [INDENT] Orion Nightsky, halfling rogue 20[/INDENT] [INDENT] Syngaard, human fighter 20[/INDENT] Game Session Date: 25 September 2019 - - - "So I been thinkin'," Syngaard said to the group as they once again sat around their table in the [I]Enchanted Flagon[/I], the evening of their attack upon the Hope Ender. "That must have hurt," commented Orion with a wry smile on her lips. Syngaard chose to ignore her. He was, after all, feeling pretty good: they had taken down the Mithral Mage and now the Hope Ender as well; the war with Ossirna and the Seekers of Eternity was a thing of the past. It looked like they had some quiet days ahead of themselves for the foreseeable future. "So, we got ourselves a headquarters here in this tavern, only we don't got much need for a headquarters no more, what with us havin' already taken care of our enemies. So, whaddaya think about openin' it?" "Opening it? You mean the [I]Enchanted Flagon[/I]? As a tavern?" asked Daleth. "Yeah. We already got Karen as a free barmaid - no wages to be paid out there. Skevros has an unlimited supply of ale - that don't cost us nothin'. I got bouncer experience; I figure Maria's got experience runnin' a magic shop, she oughtta be able to handle runnin' a simple tavern. And Nadira can be the hostess or whatever - it'll give her something to do. You guys already live upstairs, so it won't be like it's out of your way or nothin'. Whaddayathink?" "I think," replied Daleth, "that a wizard of my talents would be wasted in helping to run a tavern. Now that Skevros has passed on, King Leornic is in need of an arcane adviser and I intend to fulfill that role for His Majesty." "Kaspar?" Syngaard asked. "I thank you for the offer," replied the monk politely, as was his nature. "But I believe I will return to the monastery where I was trained. Master Phae is getting on in years; he is, alas, a human. I will assist him in running the temple in his final days." Syngaard looked over to Galen but before he could get a word out the paladin turned him down. "I'm sorry, Syngaard, but I will be returning to the Temple of Hieroneous. I have been asked to assist in training the new recruits. But I'll definitely be by now and again to see how it's going!" When the bald fighter turned to Orion she was leaning against the bar with her arms crossed and a big smirk on her face, just waiting to see if the stupid lunk was actually going to ask her to join him in a business venture. The two hadn't been the closest of friends during their conscription to the king of Durnhill (and that was putting it mildly) but they'd found they had a few things in common: a love of cards, for one; a love of money, for another. "I don't suppose...?" Syngaard started. "Us in business together?" Orion scoffed. "You see that workin' out?" Syngaard just shrugged. "Tell you what," the halfling conceded. "You guys run the bar, I'll run the gambling. I get the table in the corner, full time." [I]And[/I], thought Orion, [I]a crowded tavern full of drunks is a perfect place to keep my pick-pocketing skills honed[/I]. "Okay then," agreed Syngaard. "That's settled." He took a deep breath. "Now I just got two more things to deal with." "Two?" asked Kaspar, curious. "Yeah. I gotta go tell Mama Kat I can't work in her brothel no more, but I'll do that later. First...well, with the Hope Ender dead and all, there's no real need for little Hope to have to stay in hiding inside Skevros's extradimensional mansion. I guess it's time she came on out and started livin' a regular life - you know, like a normal kid." The scarred fighter undid his weapon belt and set it on a table, alongside his shield. Then he pulled off his gauntlets and started unbuckling his mithral breastplate. Finally, stripped down to just street clothes, he went to the back of the tavern, to the door behind the bar. He placed his hand on the doorknob and the steel ring on his finger glowed briefly, indicating when he opened the door it would be the permanent [I]Mordenkainen's magnificent mansion[/I] he entered, not the tavern's storeroom. He turned back to the others. "Wish me luck," he said. "You know I don't have any real experience in this." "Good luck," replied Galen dutifully. [I]You'll need it, you stupid oaf[/I], Orion thought to herself, but she gave him a silent thumbs-up nonetheless. [I]But you just might surprise everybody and do okay.[/I] "You'll do fine," reassured Kaspar. Syngaard steeled himself for what was to come and stepped into the extradimensional doorway, taking the first step in his new career - as a father. - - - And that closed out Logan's first standard D&D campaign. (He had previously run a 26-adventure campaign for Harry and me based on the Skylanders series of console games to introduce Harry to the concept of role-playing games.) It's going to be weird putting these characters aside; I've grown rather fond of Syngaard over the past two years, despite - or maybe even because of - his limited intellect and his disdain for halflings. (I'm sure Vicki will be glad to see an end to the constant halfling put-downs and "Dick" jokes, though.) But Logan did a great job keeping this campaign running along, week after week, making each short adventure the next chapter in an ongoing story-line. In fact, I fully intend to print this forum thread out and stick it in a three-ring binder as a keepsake of this campaign; I'll probably keep one copy at our house and print a second for Dan, Vicki, and Joey to keep at theirs. Our copy, I know, will make for weeks of enjoyable bedtime stories for Harry, who still likes having me read to him at night before the lights get turned out. But Logan's already planned out our next campaign, which will take place in the same world as "The Durnhill Conscripts" but a different part of it - the Underdark, as a matter of fact. The new campaign will be called "Raiders of the Overreach" and we were all told to create PCs who were captured as slaves to the drow. This Wednesday, instead of having our first adventure in the new campaign we'll be creating our new player characters together. I'm looking forward to it! [/QUOTE]

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