With the writing for Nefertiti Overdrive done and off to the editor, I have time to take a breath and relax a bit. During that breather, I got back to playing D&D with my children (two daughters, aged 6 and 8, whom we’ll call Smiley and the Princess).
The Princess, the eldest of the two, has been focused on Dwarf clerics since she played the Castle Ravenloft board game. She liked being able to heal. Both girls are really afraid of damage – then again, aren’t we all – and having someone on hand who can heal is essential for them. Because the eldest chose a Dwarf, so did the youngest, though the youngest is a Mountain Dwarf and the eldest is a Hill Dwarf.
Which is funny, because the youngest’s Mountain Dwarf if a Druid. She loved the idea of nature magic and helping animals. I am not about to put constraints on her, and if she likes the idea of a Dwarf that grew up in a great cave complex who now protects the forests and wilds, it’s all good.
So we have a Dwarf cleric and a Dwarf druid. They’re first encounter was with poachers looking to kill a mother white tiger. This is somewhere mountainous and cold, though I haven’t put on details on it yet. The two Dwarfs took on three bandits and did pretty well. Now I have to flesh out the campaign. Maybe the world is gripped with eternal winter and these two are tasked with finding the cause.
No doubt they would go looking for Elsa.
Whatever the case, getting deeper into D&D 5E led to me to more closely read the PHB. Some thoughts on that later.