Evan turned back to his kitchen table, making one final adjustment to the table settings. He stepped away from his creation and smiled. Everything had been laid out perfectly for his guests, and that was always a good sign.
His Dungeon Master’s screen was standing upright without any sort of aid for what felt like the first time ever, the fridge had been filled with refreshments, otherwise and the places had been set. At each seat laid a perfectly sharpened #2 pencil, an extra eraser and a set of colourful multi sided polyhedra from his own personal collection. The room was ready to provide a hero’s welcome and that’s what would be happening tonight.
Everything was exactly as it was meant to be, exactly as planned. A year ago, Evan would have been proud of such a sight, of everything he worked for coming together like magic. Much like the results of a successful skill challenge, there was no flaw to be found in the realm Evan governed over in his kitchen. As a Dungeon Master, he took great care in trying to construct the worlds the heroes, his friends protected. Evan would craft fantastical challenges and creatures far beyond what was believed to be possible, and every single time the heroes would triumph, saving the day, kingdom, and magical multiverse so many times Evan had stopped trying to count. …show more content…
Taking care to make as little noise as possible while descending the narrow passageway to the unknown, lit bit a single flickering incandescent bulb, the boys hid in the corners of the room. The teenagers, sprawled out decadently on beat up couches around a fold out table were unaware of the awe they drew from the younger boys. The lighting here was almost as dilapidated as the hallway, cigarette fumes making the tight space’s air rough to inhale. Music from some band neither of them could recognize played faintly in the
His Dungeon Master’s screen was standing upright without any sort of aid for what felt like the first time ever, the fridge had been filled with refreshments, otherwise and the places had been set. At each seat laid a perfectly sharpened #2 pencil, an extra eraser and a set of colourful multi sided polyhedra from his own personal collection. The room was ready to provide a hero’s welcome and that’s what would be happening tonight.
Everything was exactly as it was meant to be, exactly as planned. A year ago, Evan would have been proud of such a sight, of everything he worked for coming together like magic. Much like the results of a successful skill challenge, there was no flaw to be found in the realm Evan governed over in his kitchen. As a Dungeon Master, he took great care in trying to construct the worlds the heroes, his friends protected. Evan would craft fantastical challenges and creatures far beyond what was believed to be possible, and every single time the heroes would triumph, saving the day, kingdom, and magical multiverse so many times Evan had stopped trying to count. …show more content…
Taking care to make as little noise as possible while descending the narrow passageway to the unknown, lit bit a single flickering incandescent bulb, the boys hid in the corners of the room. The teenagers, sprawled out decadently on beat up couches around a fold out table were unaware of the awe they drew from the younger boys. The lighting here was almost as dilapidated as the hallway, cigarette fumes making the tight space’s air rough to inhale. Music from some band neither of them could recognize played faintly in the