“You’re sitting in a tavern… you hear the sounds of men shouting and breaking glass outside the window. What do you do?”. So began my first D&D game as a player and not the guy playing all the soon-to-be-dead monsters. I loved it. It reminded me why I got into this hobby in the first place, cause it looked like a bloody fun game to play. Don’t get me wrong I love planning and executing TPKs as much as the next DM but being the one rolling the dice and praying to lady fate for the elusive crit was exceptionally awesome.
This is now the part where I try to not lay out in minute detail the facets of my character or a blow by blow account of the evening. After much thought I can condense it to one sentence… I’m a wizard, things were scorched… lots of things.
Frantically Improvising 