Dungeons & Dragons (TF to RPG Characters)
- Possible TF Types include: Chronological, Gender, Monster, Mythological, Super Powers

Description: Each of the characters is a player in a Dungeons and Dragons game. You may or may not have played in a RPG before and the reasons you are here are up to you.

(Remember that if you would like your characters to know each other in this Scenario, they do not have to in any other)

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The game was to be held at Christopher Bishop's house, located in a smaller suburb on the edge of town. In truth, he shared the house with two room-mates, David Johnson and his girlfriend Emma. Surprisingly normal for being friends with Chris, they were out for the evening that the Dungeons and Dragons game was held.

Christopher, who was a slightly larger man in his very early twenties, had invited most of his friends into RPGs for a fun evening of role-playing and dragon-slaying. Whether the girlfriend (or boyfriend) with no interest in the game was dragged along, there is always that possibility.

Having either premade your own characters or asked Chris to make them for you, all you need to do was to turn up at 6:30 pm sharp with the appropriate snacks. Christopher had themed his living room for the night, with his fantasy models and shrouded windows. A large table was in the centre, filled with dice, maps and models. There was also the familiar Dungeon Master's Screen, and two strange looking novelty candles that resembled silver dragons that were breathing out the candle light.

(Feel free now to introduce your characters as they sit round the table or arrive. Your actual D&D Characters will be introduced later)

Sarah sits patiently at the table, her character sheet laid in front of her, and a small pile of dice next to it. She's reading a 2e handbook of some sort, probably the Thief's Handbook.

John sat there waiting for the game to start. He passed the time by randomly rolling the odd dice or stacking them in verious ways. John was known for playing odd characters and being slightly over the top in his mannerism. Of his previous characters the group would know of, his half-orc wizard in peticular was memorable, especially considering he too the half-orc's first level in barbarian so he would be illiterate, and thus have trouble reading his own spellbooks. The strange thing was that he had a weird ability to actually make these odd characters actually viable, though his ungodly good luck certainly helped. Hopefully, Christopher convinced him to play something halfway sane for once, but even if he didn't it would be interesting.

He had several books beside him, the arms and equipment guide was the one closest to hand but he always had that on him, the next few were supplements, all dealing with melee or at least non-magic classes. Though it didn't narrow it down much.

Dan was scribbling happily away on his paper. He was drawing the spooniest, greatest, largest-hat wearing idiot EVER!, in the portrait slot, after rubbing the last one out. Must've been the hat, it's important. Definitely the hat. You judge a man by the hat he is given, and his character's hat was the largest he'd ever drawn.

He was rather a newbie to D&D, but that wasn't going to stop him having fun with his hat, err, character. He'd looked through the classes and settled on bard because it seemed like the most useless and best to play as, as well as most absurd. Exactly what could a bard do? He was rearing to go and full of Monty Python jokes to make the night even cornier.

Walking through the door, a big guy with a green shoulder bag that seems fit to burst and two shopping bags comes to the table.  He's wearing a t-shirt with a stick figure halfling on it, holding a dagger in each hand and proclaiming himself to the a "Sexy, Bare-Footed, God of War!!!".     He seems to be holding the heavy bags without much apparent effort, but seems a bit winded by the walk up the long driveway.


Hi everybody!  (pause for them to say "Hi, Dr. Nick").  Sorry, obligatory Simpsons reference.  Had to be done.

I'm Greg.  I work at Boston Comics over on Allston St, and overheard Chris talking about a D&D game.  Well, my geek sense started tingling and we got to talking, and he said that there was an opening in his game tonight.  I hope you don't mind.  I've been playing D&D for years now and have played lots of kinds of characters, so whatever you're party needs, just let me know.
My favorite class is cleric, so if your party doesn't need anything inparticular, I'll be happy to be the party healer.

Oh, and I brought Mountain Dew, Orange Soda, Doritos, Cheetos, pretzels, and Chips Ahoy for snacks.   

(looks a little embarrassed)
Um, I may have gone a bit overboard with the snacks, but Chris joked that you guys had veto power over whether or not you had room for another player, so I thought some bribes were in order.  (grins)

How are you guys tonight?

He tried to play it cool, but inside Greg was almost vibrating with excitement.  He hadn't gotten to game in almost a year, ever since his friends Jeff and Pete had had the disagreement over a rule in Travelers:the Space Opera game and didn't speak for a month.  He was always tempted to try to get together to game again with them, but had to admit that gaming with people who took it THAT seriously was probably a bad idea.    Granted, he was probably not much better, sitting here like a heroin junkie at a methadone clinic.  He just loved gaming so much!  He was really looking forward to tonight.    The people here seemed pretty cool so far, as was Chris.  He had high hopes so far.

Especially the guy drawing the guy with the big hat.  Nice job.
This message was last edited by the player at 12:09, Tue 24 Mar 2009.

"I'm pumped!" Dan replies in a happy tone to the newcomer. "Hand me the cheetos so I am gain a few pounds!" He says, holding out his hand like he was in a play for a few seconds with the biggest smile on his face.

Greg laughs and hands over the bag of Cheetos to Dan, though he's a bit envious of anyone who "needs to gain a few pounds", being about 20  lbs overwieght, himself.

He arranges  the snacks on a nearby side table and takes a seat at the table, taking out several gaming books, a cloth bag containing 30 or 40 mismatched dice of all "denominations", and a couple of manila folders that seem to contain character sheets.

He nods around the room as he sets up.   As he moves books and papers around, Greg takes three 20 sided dice and beings rolling them around in one hand, much like the Captain in "Mutiny on the Bounty" did three metal balls in the movie (I apologize for any details I get wrong when I "quote" that movie).  It's unclear if the action is a nervous habit, a good luck ritual, or unconscious action.  He's very rolling the dice around without dropping them, implying that it's a long standing habit.

To Dan:


Cool drawing, by the way.

Dan looks very proud and smiles. "A man is judged by his hat, and this character's hat is the largest you will ever see. The mexicans ain't got nothin' on me!" He banged down on the tabled with his fist lightly and opened the bag of cheetos, eating them greedily with a satisfied expression.

He liked cheetos.

Greg chuckles, then says:
And everywhere you go, women are always saying: "Oh baby, your hat.... it's so.....BIG!"

Greg takes out some paper cups and pours some Dew, offering it (and the orange) around the table.

Sarah takes a Dew, smirking at the hat talk.

"Sure, you can think that..."

Cassander walks back into the room, snapping shut his cell phone.  He walks over and stands behind his seat, one hand on the back of the chair.  "Sorry about that guys.  I had to take that call.  Has Dan finished drawing his characters hat yet or has he finally run out of lead?" He chuckled as he leaned over the table to catch a look at Dan's drawing.  It was a good drawing, but Cassander never really understood Dan's obsession with big hats.

The larger collection of snacks and drinks on the table caught his eye, and Cassander looked at the table as though he were trying to divine some hidden truth.  "Did we get more food?  You'd almost think that we were afraid of starving." he asked, looking around the table and finally landing eyes on Greg.  "Oh, sorry.  You must be Greg.  I'm Cassander." he said with a friendly smile as held out his hand to Greg.

Greg chuckled at Sarah's remark.  He took on the air of a sleazy bar fly, one eyebrow cocked and asked:
Well, you know what they say about guys with big hats, don't you?

After a second or two pause for comedic effect, his face became very serious and grave.
They generally develop severe neck strain.   It's sad, really.

He grins.

Looking up, he takes Cassander's hand when he offers it, smiling at him.
Glad to meet you, Cassander.  I love your name, if you don't mind me saying.   Where's it from?
This message was last edited by the player at 11:42, Wed 25 Mar 2009.

About a minute after the group has gathered, you hear a flush from another part of the house.

Moments later, Chris bustles out into the living room.

"Hey guys!" he says, taking his seat behind the DM's screen, which he folds away for the moment "Glad you could all make it!"

"I see you've met Greg"

He then leans over to check on Dan's character's hat.

"Hey, I wouldnt miss this for the world!"

Sarah grins and puts the handbook under her seat.

Dan is rubbing it out and drawing a larger one, with a feather in the top. he looks focused and... rather stupid really. It's not that he wasn't a bit stupid but he had the habit of making whatever expression he happened to be drawing, and this seemed to show right now.