Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Two weeks ago, I had to postpone a game because one of my players had a last-minute photo shoot, one was being flown to Dubai by a dominatrix friend's client, and one of them was (probably) having sex with Dave Navarro.
So--sometimes--with my players, I worry: I hope that, of all the things that my players could be doing with their free time in LA, that playing D&D regularly will keep seeming like fun.
So I'm thinking about all this while helping Connie (up there on the left this morning, on stage at one of Hollywood's better-known strip clubs the rest of the week) roll up her first-ever character.
So she's got a rogue. Ok. It's a half-elf. (Half-elves are phenomenally popular with the ladies here for some reason.) Ok. Bunch of 15's--so far so good. This is fun right? Right?
She rolled her 4d4 for gold pieces, and went shopping. Got some leather armor, then I said:
"So, now you can get weapons, here's the list..."
"Am I allowed to get...like...throwing stars?"
I stopped worrying right there.