Number 1 reason I hate my mom
Yes, well she said I had to write SOMETHING and my brother came up with an idea. Not my favorite, I most admit. What so what does my mom say? Good idea! Gah….. Fine here goes nothing…
I play Dungeons and Dragons with a group of five guys and two girls, including me. My characters always have some sort of magic or are evil. I created a bard this time! He was cool, perverted, and named Oucane. That meant there was one female character. Tat was fun, I must admit. Anyway, we’re chasing some ’shiny rock.’ The campaign starts and each of us are silently attacked by orcs. To be wierd, my character slept without armor on. So I survived two orcs,barely, and I feel like victory drink. One of the other characters has 40 gallons of ale. I asked for a glass, which I got. Ends up he posioned it! I spat the thing out and stole half of the remaining ale. I drunk it all the up and my brother looks at me.
“Roll a d20(20 sided die).”
I shrugged and rolled. A 1. He shakes his head. I drunk 20 gallons of ale! And I died… So EVERYONE starts laughing at me. Once they reached leval 2 I can coem back though. So, I hang out and wait for them to bring me back. They finally did. I ponder on whether or not to come back was a girl. I came back as Oucane, the perverted undead vampire!! More laughs from this, but I’m to far gone to mind now. I then bit a tiny goblin. now he is stronger then me. Kind annoying, but I can handle it.
That’s Oucana’s story. Care to hear his song?Keep in mind it was writen by the (female)elf!
A dead perverted man,
He was our best friend,
But he drank to much ale,
And now he’s dead as a rale!
He was reincarnated as a female!
I think he stole my underwear,
But oh well!
He turned into a vampire,
So now we’re all scared!
We all bought crucifixes,
So now he’s scared!
Another one? Alright…..
I croaked and I float,
Across the sea,
Dead as a rale,
And woe is me!!
Yep. We have so much fun with D&D!
~Bri~
On December 5, 2006 at 5:52 pm,
Steph wrote:
20 gallons of ale? ACK!!!
On December 5, 2006 at 11:39 pm, Meg wrote:
It’s so nice to be loved and respected.
On December 6, 2006 at 11:21 am,
pickypickyandme wrote:
It wasn’t my fault! I thought there was only a gallon or two!