Fade in:
A band of misfits find themselves in a small village plagued by misfortune and fear. A caravan of dwarves has been ambushed in the forest that stands between the village and the town to the west. To the east, mountains cast a dark shadow across the valley. While they all have different motives -- treasure, exile, a quest -- these five strangers will band together to discover who is terrorizing the country.
**Spoiler alert: it's an underground organization of ancient dragons who have been experimenting to create a perfect being by splicing dragon DNA with various species.**
This semester, I wanted to expose myself to more new things. Advertising professionals and well-rounded human beings in general are open to the world around them and I want to be both of those kinds of people.
Tonight, in honor of this commitment to me, I ventured out of my apartment and surrounded myself with elves, mages and direwolves. Yes, I stepped into the fantasy world of Dungeons and Dragons.
Nerdy? Yes. I am not even going to attempt to count the number of different colored dice splattered across the small round table these six boys encircle. But underneath all of the mythical accents and crazy creature names, this game is about a story. And not just any pre-written adventure purchased from your local comic shop. In fact, this adventure was written by the person who introduced me to this group: the Dungeon Master.
And I helped.
As cool as this all sounds on paper, as soon as you introduce five other, independent thinking tabletop players, the whole game changes, and with it, the story evolves, too. In this way, the story is a living creature, with pieces of each player in it.
Whether I'll join in on the game is yet to be determined. Maybe I'll aid the party as an elven archer, or ambush them as the leader of a group of sexy sirens. But, for now, I'm content watching the magic unravel from afar.
xoxo,
Kelsie