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09/04/10(Sat)23:52 No.11957095>>11956946
The first guy, "Tiny" who was of course 300 pounds over weight, was leaning towards a dwarf. He looked like a dwarf appropriately enough, so we moved on to class. He liked the fighter class, so it was pretty easy to help him roll up a dwarf fighter.
The other guys were pretty easy as well. Roy, a long-haired skinny guy with dark eye sockets, had actually read the Hobbit as a kid, and wanted to play a wizard. OK, human wizard.
James (not Jim, or Jimmy, FUCKING JAMES) didn't really have a clue, so I had to prompt him a bit. "Do you want a fighter, a thief who picks pockets and stabs people from behind, or a guy who cast spells?"
The thief line, which wasn't meant to be funny, got a laugh from all the guys sitting around the table. Rich is the thief! - said Roy, to which Rich, a shifty looking guy with greasy slicked back hair and a black goatee shot a glance at Roy that could wither plants. "Well, I said, it's a rogue - they don't really follow laws per se, and they have high dexterity which means they're good at quickly stabbing with a short sword or dagger."
Rich brightened up, "good with knives? I'll play that guy" I asked if he wanted to play a halfling rogue for the dex bonus and he surprisingly said that was fine, after some prompting from Roy, who told him all about the Hobbit, and how they weren't shrimps, just small people, which segued into a conversation about little people. Half an hour later, we were back on track.
James said, "I'll play a rogue too." And I didn't want to argue, so we had two rogues in the party.
That left my construction worker buddy, who I had already gone over party composition with, and had agreed to be the healer.
So we started the game. |
