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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ambrus" data-source="post: 1761622" data-attributes="member: 17691">Under IlfarnI was fifteen back in 1989 when some of my friends went and bought dice and PHBs to play with an acquaintance of ours who was home from college for the summer. I tagged along and bought a 2nd edition draconomicon rather than a player's handbook (because I loved dragons and that's what the store owner recommended to me). Anyways, we got together with our DM to be, Dan, and rolled our stats (Dan neglected to make clear that big numbers were desireable). I remember asking Dan what kind of characters we could make. He said "whatever you like; fighters, wizards, clerics or thieves." I didn't know what a cleric was but a wizard sounded cool.So I said to Dan "I want to play a human wizard!""We already have magic users. You should play a fighter! Fighters are cool.""Uh. Okay. Can I be a human fighter?""Human? Why would you want to be a human? You should play a dwarf fighter. Dwarves are the best fighters""Uh. Okay. Can I wield a big axe?""Sure! It's called a battle-axe. It does 1d8 damage."I got to choose my own weapon! Yay me! The only dwarf I could remember ever seeing was Gilius Thunderhead from the Golden Axe video game. So that was who my new dwarf fighter was modeled on.Our first adventure was in the Forgotten Realms, a module called "Under Ilfarn". We started off in town by investigating a lizardman attack. As I recall, our characters were supposed to be questioning witnesses when Dan asks us "Do you want to ask anyone any questions?" All the players looked at each other with uncertainty. Someone spoke up "Well, it was lizardmen right?""Right" answers Dan."And they took off into the swamp?""Yup.""Well, is there any reason we can't just go into the swamp after them?""No.""Then what do we need to ask questions for?"Various nods of consent around the table. Dan, now curious flips through the module looking for this very information. "Heh." He says. "None of you are smart enough to ask the witnesses any of these questions." So after a bried pause, we took off into the swamp. I don't remember many details after that. There was a fight with the lizardmen. I shot some with my crossbow because they were out of reach of my nifty battle-axe. We clued in that there were in fact two tribes of lizardmen. I think there was a hostage to be rescued at some point. Later, in a dungeon somewhere, I discovered a magical axe and a ring of spell storing by searching through a mound of goblin crap. A feat of intuition and daring for which I was quite proud at the time. A good lesson to learn in your first adventure: Don't be squemish and remember to search *everywhere*. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f60e.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":cool:" title="Cool    :cool:"  data-smilie="6"data-shortname=":cool:" /></blockquote>

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