One last run, one last score. My D&D character from the late 90's finally had his last game.

He never died back in the day. I retired Salzacre in a game hosted by my son last night after his long career as a maniac. I still have Sal's brittle old character sheet from 95 but we made a new one and re-rolled all his stats for this game. It made sense. The new stats put him as an old guy as he (and I) am.

My partner was happy to make us some weapons.

As usual we spent a week or so making detailed characters that we would only actually play for about 5 hours. It was Olive as a thief Catrie, Her sis as an Elvish Druid and me a fighter and we went into a dungion against a Demi litch. Olive and Sister were Amazing at this for first timers. They got way into it and were well studied. The game was funny, scary, suspensful and mind wrenching.

Olive and her sis would take a lot of time reviewing strategy while my character just loved diving into things "I'm about to have a panic attack!" Olive said once as Sal rushed into a portal without looking or considering consequences. It's what he does.

I love this stuff. I can eat it all day.

Our son created lots of puzzles and NPC personalities to overcome and he played all the other parts. We were warned against "meta-gaming" thats talking about the characters based on what we know from rolling them up. We only spoke to one another in character. I wish we had made our characters seperatly so we wouldn't know too much too soon. It's more fun to find out details about them along the way.

Everyone had a blast. After the game I folded Salzacre up and gave the paper to my kid as a memento and later I will dig out the old version of the character and burn it. Thats to return it to my friend that I created Sal with so many years ago who is no longer with us. Thanks OZY Perry!

The cat Jesus didn't attend...she doesn't like  adventures.