DnD at the Library

Brochure for club.

David is one of the Dungeon Masters for a Friday night club that meets at our local library. I am one of the players.

He fashions a story with out input. There are many moments where we find ourselves on the edge of our seats and others where we find ourselves falling off our seats in laughter.

This Friday will be the sixth session of a campaign set in The Forgotten Realms in the country of Cormyr. That's 15 hours of game time, with sessions running 3 hours in length.

Club details.

The story two weeks ago found our characters in a giant library. Our party had been tasked with gathering intel on some suspect patrons. David turned to each player, asking for input as to where they would be and what they were doing o. this stake out.

A hill dwarf named Gimli grabbed the first book he could find, and was pretending to read but was intermittently peering suspiciously over the top of it. A Wizard was casually hanging out at the information desk. The player running the fighter asked, are there any periodicals I can pick up and read?

The Dungeon Master
doubled over with laughter 

David, the DM replied, you pick one up. The headlines read, "Little Billy wins local pie eating contest." Another reads, "Suzail's sports team loses to neighboring town."

Soon all the players had forgotten their roles and were shouting out their own headlines, and even the DM had a hard time staying upright through his belly laughter.