I wanted to start this blog because my best friend of 42 years and his two sons (and ones girlfriend) are playing D&D now....well, I did talk them into it! Here are the actors and their backstory:
Bruenor Jr. (10 year old) - While you were yet a child, the Orc Armies of the North besieged Delzoun (your under-mountain home) in a surprise attack in which many of your kin did not survive. Your quick witted mother whisked you away along with what she could carry on her back and now you find yourself traveling the lands with her as she takes on many odd jobs to support you two. As a young Dwarf, you have picked up on a few basic fighting skills along the way in hopes of one day returning to your homeland to help drive the Orcs out and take back what is yours.
Your mother is working in the market square during the spring celebration today and the smell of smoked pork has brought you hungrily to the food court.
As you approach the smoke pit, three young street ruffians cut in front of you and laugh. This is the treatment you have endured for years but now you are a young Dwarf whose beard has started to show and you have had enough. You grab one by the waist and lift him off the ground! A fight is about to begin.....
Brocc (47 year old) - As Mount Hotenow progressively continues to rumble and threaten eruption, lava flows ooze quietly into the underground homes of your kin to the point that your family of gnomes decided to leave the hill country and settle into the city of Neverwinter taking jobs as gem cutters and tinkers.
Your dad is the highest sought after gem cutter and your sister is a fine tinkerer. Your mom succumbed to fever 4 years ago and you have felt somewhat out of place since then.
A close knit family, your dad and sister constantly try to teach you their crafts. However, after last years spring festival where you watched wizards entertain the crowds with their sparkles and tricks, you have become obsessed with magic. You can make a candle light without a fire but hey, you are teaching yourself!
You've snuck away this afternoon to enjoy the festival food market and to privately read some magic runes with hopes of learning something more. Your concentration is rudely interrupted by a young Dwarf being harassed by three street ruffians. As a height challenged young man yourself, you are eager to help the fellow out...magically from a distance of course.
Brynwyyn (18 year old) - Well here you are and it’s completely not fair. Being caught “spying” on the combat training grounds by the Head Master when you were simply observing what they were being taught so you could later practice those combat moves in the forest undisturbed. As punishment, you are suspended from the Sharandar Academy of Knowledge for one summer session and you really don’t want to be at home right now.
You are very strong willed and you think girls should be able to train in the combat arts just like boys. Why should the sword be the only “art” in the Academy reserved for boys?! You really do love the woods though and they seem to love you too. You have wandered this forest further away from home than you probably should but your temperament has brought a rebellious streak, or so you tell yourself as your stomach growls at the smell of the festivals food court.
Fallon (20 year old) - Born and raised in Neverwinter, you have a flair for the dramatic and can often picture yourself taking after your uncle Sawyer who travels the oceans and once every year or three, brings tales of epic adventure. Though not a fighter by nature, you are cunningly street smart and have been honing your skillful charm and good looks for a few coins now and then - whether given or taken is up for interpretation.
You are quick witted and quick handed. You can hold your own one-on-one but prefer to use your silver tongue to belay (and hopefully embarrass) your foe.
As you make your way through the food court playing your flute, seeking tips and spying anything that would be an easy pick, you hear a commotion over by the cooks and see a young Dwarf that may have bitten off more than he can chew........
Let that soak in and I'll tell you how I introduced and hooked them on D&D.......
DM Dave
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