So, the gods of Justice have finally set the stars in alignment and provided us a date for our D&D game; tomorrow.
I shall be bestriding the battlefield with an elf mage. I shall be raining fire balls down upon goblins, filling the minds of troglodytes with rage and slaughtering small villages with lightning. It shall be glorious.
I shall be That Guy.
My partner is bringing our parties resident wackadoo; Calliopus the Bard. She’s going to provide a lot of pain – mostly to the other players. She also rolled Final Boss stats as well so if she’d chosen a decent class she’d be unstoppable. Think of it like this; she rolled stats that would have made a 3.5 ed paladin effective.