This past Sunday I began my first session of my therapeutic Dungeons and Dragons campaign. I took careful notes during the session as to preserve what had happened. All in all, it was a successful session and my therapist and I both agreed to hold several sessions. I wanted to see where this goes.
Since we only had an hour, we played a streamlined campaign. What this really means is that combat was extraordinarily simplified, which was assisted by the fact that it was a one on one session. Since she was busy with work, I took the time to pick up the Sword Coast Adventurer’s Guide so she could have a premade world to drop Halador into.
I was told some information that Halador doesn’t know. Omveus’s plan is to bring winter to the city of Neverwinter. I assume that he’s going to target the fire elementals that warm the river in Neverwinter Wood underneath Mount Hotenow.
The rest of the adventure notes are as follows. It began, appropriately enough, with Halador celebrating his birthday. All of it comes from Halador’s perspective. This is his story.
First Frost in Neverwinter
I spent the morning celebrating my birthday with an entourage of bards. My reputation is not unknown, I have with me a small but loyal entourage. They sing high praises of my goodness and nobility.
Yet being exposed to that constant praise did not lift my spirits. On the contrary, I believed that their words were hollow. I grew uncomfortable and left the inn. I was walking along the streets of Bluelake District, crossing the Dolphin Bridge into Protector’s Enclave. I headed for the House of Knowledge to speak with one of Oghma’s priests. Though Helm is the deity I am bound to, I often seek to acquire knowledge.
But my stroll was cut short when the sky grew dark. An ominous shadow arose from the ground. I pulled out my holy symbol of Helm to drive it away. It left a black Box of Uncertainty on the ground. I placed it in my backpack, though I was unsure of what it meant.
I was shortly thereafter accosted by a pixie. She whispered to me words that I could not understood, and blew a puff of intoxicating pixie dust in my direction. I could not resist it and was brought into Neverwinter Wood.
In the Wood, I received a vision of a more glorious Neverwinter, a prosperous city of hope. I was told it could be mine if only I completed my journey. The pixie handed me an acorn and then went on her way.
As I made my way through the Wood, I stumbled across a group of woodcutters. I had overheard that they were under Omveus’s employ. I was approached by a massive treant who sought an alliance with me. I agreed, as it turned out there three hundred of these woodcutters who sought to deforest the Wood under Omveus’s orders.
We were not alone. A hundred treants rose from their slumber to fight. I went after the ringleader, who shed his human disguise to reveal himself as a deadly lich. The ground around him had grown cold and dead. I thought I was done for, but I felt the trembling of the acorn that the pixie had given me.
I took it out and observed its shift. Not only did it tremble, but it changed color. It went from a matte brown to a shimmering gold. I dropped the acorn and it burrowed itself into the ground. The lich became weak and I killed him with a single blow.
At the end of the session, I remarked at how quickly time passed. I was enthusiastic for the next session. Hopefully, we’ll get into meatier territory as time goes by. I’ll keep adding notes on this, perhaps this could prove beneficial to someone else.
In the meantime, Omveus’s presence looms over Neverwinter and the Curse of Lonely Hearts remains.
I had originally wanted to describe this story after I came back from my speed dating outing not too long ago. Yet, I found it was far more productive to let it sit for a while so that the emotional tinge would fade and cooler heads would prevail.
It was a good move, as the draft contained a load of things that I am glad I didn’t act upon. But as I have given it further thought I believe it is time to put this on the table. It is a story that reveals a little bit of my vulnerability, one that exposes a bit of my own humanity.
One of the aspects that I find surprising is that my Best Blogging Buddies are more often than not women. Since my initial outings in Eyes Through the Glass, it has been women that have been the biggest contributors to the conversations I was having. So perhaps it’s a bit of an oddity that my biggest struggle is dealing with relationships with the opposite sex. Or maybe it’s completely expected, I can’t tell. Yet, there it is, and what exactly does this mean?
There’s a humorous aspect to my current position in the blogosphere. As previous discussions with SunkenThought have revealed, I do have a handful of Best Blogging Buddies, her being among them. One of the beautiful things about blogging is that you puts you in touch with interesting people that you wouldn’t have crossed paths with otherwise.
What I do find odd, however, is the fact that I haven’t attracted other Dungeons & Dragons fans to the blog. Despite my original D&D post blowing up in terms of visibility, it hasn’t really generated any ongoing support. My followup to it has mostly remained untouched, and that lightning-in-a-bottle remains unreplicated.
Yet, I do not believe in consorting with other fans to the exclusion of my beloved regulars. Instead, I believe it is far more productive to share my interests with my audience in hopes of perhaps showing them something new and engaging.
With all that in mind, I realized that I had talked about D&D’s resurgence, discussed the culture surrounding it, and reblogged a post or two regarding other people’s experiences. But, I never got into what the game actually is. What is D&D and how does it work?