Death before dishonor, but only if the cleric can raise dead

[dr4b]

Gary Gygax died yesterday.

You know, it's not D&D itself that I can't imagine in my life, but when I tried to think what my life would be like now without the friends that I made through D&D groups -- all the way back to 1990 or so -- that's when my head explodes.

Heck, even mithramuse, who came up to Akabane yesterday to hang out while he's on a business trip to Japan... I met him in a D&D group in the summer after my freshman year of college. He was DMing the Deserts of Desolation trilogy. I think that's the first place I met angelbob too. And Dave White. And Cliff-the-disappearing-RA. (I already knew msde from volleyball.) IIRC I pretty much replaced cheerfulchaotic's gnome mage with an elven archer named Janthina who popped into the game via a Wand of Wonder, which those who have played D&D with any other incarnation of Janthina can tell you is pretty much a recipe for disaster.

I could probably tell a similar story for like half of my friends list, though this one hits me just because it was relevant to yesterday, that I was hanging out with a D&D friend, half a planet away from where we first met in a D&D game, around the same time the D&D co-creator died.

So, if you write a response to this... share a D&D-related memory, especially if it's about meeting friends.

Comments

[dlatimer.livejournal.com]

I remember Joe Nameless, numbers 1 through 4, I believe, but I think only #3 survived long. I also remember us being surprised to discover that Joe #5 was actually Jane when someone asked me to roll to see what sex the people were. There was just something incredibly fun about the sheer randomness of rolling on a table to find out some trivial piece of information... which would later end up being a campaign element.

I think Jane ended up as one of the main guards of that adventuring group.

I remember Janthena getting quite upset about losing a bow and starting a "kill all Iuz followers" spree.