Name: David Age: 37 Favorite Edition: 3.5 Favorite Video Game: Blood Omen: Legacy of Kain Experience: Began my first campaign in a park in elementary as a friend's older brother gave us an impromptu experience of the tabletop game of D&D. From there, it was forgotten until junior high, and high school. Had a GM who spent $2,000 a year on food, drinks, and snacks. Each saturday we would meet up and play from noon till nearly 2AM at times, playing a Deep roleplay 3.5 campaign based on the "World of Xeen". After that, I've experience in 2E, 3.5, 4th ed, 5E, Pathfinder 1E, Savage Worlds, OpenD6, After the Bomb. One Horror Story (Tabletop Related): Our party(Kenku x2, Tabaxi, Orc, Human, Custom snake race) had engaged in delving into the depths of a ruin, seeking to find relics to assist them in stopping an elitist empire from enslaving the demi-human races. Within the ruins, we had encountered stiff resistance with undead of various capacity. The going was rough, and our party had been worn down as we delved deeper. At one point we had encountered a series of ghosts. Woefully under-equipped to handle such a being, the situation had been made worse when the ghost had engaged in a mournful wail, affecting the two kenku and the tabaxi, aging them up to fourty years. This left the kenku duo to hit an age where they would be well beyond their reasonable elderly paramters. The weaker one died outright, turning into ash as they froze in place. The second became a withered husk, crippled by atrophy and advanced degredation. The tabaxi became a doddering old man. The healer having already been drained of most of their spells, had only the power to restore two of the three. A choice had to be made. with the dusting of the first kenku, there was only the remaining one, and the tabaxi. The tabaxi had begged for death, having the thought that there was no way to restore him. The kenku wasn't able to speak. They were restored, but such an experience left them forever altered. The kenku became far more guarded, paranoid about danger and involving themselves, eventually leaving the life of adventure to try and live a life of a clothes launderer. The Tabaxi continued their adventuring, but became a hopeless alcoholic - attempting to hide the wound beneath the blessing of a drink's soothing poision. Favorite Character: Megabyte, from Reboot - A classy villain valuing showmanship, a sharp mind, and a verbose vernacular without diminishing their lethality or danger. Character Idea, and how they cheated death: Barbarian/Monk : A being of the wilds, craving combat to satisfy a fury unquenched. A mercenary lifestyle afforded the glory and thrill of dancing upon the razor's edge. A battle joined, and a visceral, utter defeat borne of screams from the dying and the carnage of a court wizard decimating countless lives amidst the fatal flourishing of fiery explosions. A life savagely blazing, burned down to the barest embers. A void of nothing, given to the passing of countless hours and days, lost to the unknown. A kindness given, from a monastary of monks. A life sheltered, and the embers nurtured. From the shimmering ember, to the weakest of flames. He awoke to the world once more, with the indelible feeling searing itself into his very soul: Death had been greeted, and he did not escape of his own strength, but by the kindness of others. And so, he began a life anew; learning the ways of those who had given succor to a wayward soul.
