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    Okay, I’m playing some Dungeons and Dragons set in the past of the real world about the time of the Spanish Inquisition.  There is however the multitude of races and of course magic to spice things up.  The party is near implosion because a player new to the group was role-playing a haughty Dhampir monk and the party cleric was being played as a religious zealot of Catholicism.  After the first session and an attempt to get the party introduction more firmly handled online, the player of the Dhampir said his work schedule changed and he didn’t show up.  After the session, some of the other players took to posting about creating characters who will readily include other player’s characters…  So I wrote this.

     

    There are a couple of perspectives I want to at least have present in the conversation.  Please bear with me, as this topic is an onion and I’m going to be peeling away layers…  I’m going to cover the perspectives of my Character, me as a Player, me as a Person or member of We the People in whole (not just as we are sitting around a game table), the Game Designer, and finally the Dungeon Master.  So let the peeling begin…

 

    There is the perspective of the Character I am playing…  Murky was a male half-orc barbarian with a level of wizard (because he was learning from a spellbook trophy he had taken), who was reincarnated into a halfling female.  Murky has had friction with Dick (a bard/cleric who comes off as a religious zealot) before, but due some small amount of logic in needing a party healer and due mostly out of respect for Epharim (the dwarven fighter and party leader) who seems to like Dick, has tried to be incredibly tolerant… just as the party was of Murky.  She, who has been reincarnated into a small childlike body of the opposite sex when he was already irregularly engendered, has been discriminated against.  Most especially she, when she was a he, was also discriminated against for being the spawn of evil orcs.  I did mention this to Dick’s player out-of-character.  He said the spawn of evil thing wasn’t the same thing to Dick.  I moved on but would like to say now IT IS THE SAME THING TO MURKY and, to Murky, hers is the only opinion which matters.  Murky’s frustration over all this would have come to a boil pretty quickly and she would have sided with the Dhampir monk.  I don’t think she would have been able to bring herself to kill Dick, but beat to a bloody pulp and then check with Epharim if something more than being left in the gutter was necessary.

 

                The Player behind Murky saw where this was going.  I tried to come up with logical ways to get around this.  Christianity has as many passages about forgiveness, redemption, treating others as you want to be treated, etc.  When I brought these up, they were rejected as Dick thought of the Dhampir as a demon to be cast out and not human.  I pointed out that his magic healed the Dhampir, Dick’s response is that demons could be tricky.  I suggested the possibility of changing his Character’s personality from intolerant religious zealot to perhaps that of Friar Tuck, which was rejected and brought up again later at the table. 

    I also pointed out that we were there to play good heroes, and this didn’t seem good or heroic.

    However, as a Player, I don’t want anyone else’s or my own Characters sanitized or whitewashed into a card board cut out or pale image of the Character we see in our mind’s theater.  It is for this reason I as a Player let it drop.   

 

                And then there is the Person behind the Murky’s player.  Hello!  My name is Jason and I am a Christian.  To see all the negative aspects of my real world religion brought out in a character for someone’s amusement, that makes me feel pretty uncomfortable… especially when they are absolutely discarding all the positive aspects like forgiveness, redemption, and treating others as you would want to be treated.  Many Christians see such things as open attacks, not just their religion, but as personal affronts or assaults.  Still I want to try to show compassion and understanding... it’s the Christian thing to do, right?  This has left me feeling pretty conflicted about, not just the present situation, but the character as portrayed for some time.  Perhaps it was approaching the point of being avoided before they lead to eye-for-an-eye retribution.  This leads to player disconnect, player disinterest, and then player attendance issues.  Really ask yourself, why you play in a game where someone is constantly making fun of a part of who you are. 

 

                And then, we come to the game designer perspective.  There are reasons why Gary Gygax, when he wrote Dungeons and Dragons, avoided present-day active religions.  There are reasons why every major company (TSR, WotC, Kenzer & Company, and Paizo) who has ever touched a version of Dungeons and Dragons has avoided putting in present-day active religions.  In fact they have tried to go farther and farther away from any real world religion that has ever existed and move toward their own pantheons and religions.  It removes the possibility of the People behind the characters using the game as a battle front for real world religions.  It places a psychological line/cushion/barrier into the game most players aren’t usually willing to cross in order to display the negative aspects of a religion or religion(s) at the cost of damaging group dynamics.

                Game designers also created and maintained the good/evil binary within the game so it was easy to tell who could aid or counsel heroes and who needed to be defeated or killed.  This black/white binary created an easy way to limit the murky gray areas that can often come up, removing a non-essential part of the game which could bog down the game.  Come across a dragon, is it metallic?  Come across an extraplanar  creature, is it wreathed in light and radiating light?  Come across a creature in a dungeon, does it try to attack us or radiate evil?  Come across a witch in a forest that doesn’t attack or radiate evil, and now we’re all left wondering and debating what to do… a debate that could get lively enough to damage group dynamics.

                But to sanitize the game so these gray areas do not exist?  It’s been done and for many players it takes a lot of the realism out of the game.  It becomes a world without real consequences and for many it makes an incredibly interesting game… boring. 

 

                And finally we come to Dungeon Master or Game Master or Story Teller.  This is the most difficult position of them all.  Ultimately every decision that characters or players make can be overridden.  Every decision of the person behind the characters and players can be talked through.  Every decision of made by a game designer can be over ridden.  This leaves DM’s the unenviably difficult task of balancing his imagination with everyone else’s.  Worse yet, there are no guide lines for it.  It’s a trial by flame that all too many DM’s get burned by.  Many DM’s suffer with nowhere to turn, eventually finding a balance that works for them and the other people at the table… or the DM burns out.   And to me, this is a very disheartening event indeed.

 

                So, as this onion is explored, I want ask that all these layers please be kept in mind. 

    Thank you.

    I've been building this story in my head for a while now.  Needed to start getting it down.  Also need some encouragement and would like to hear your thoughts.
 
              Chapter 1:   Characters include Mom, Dad, my brother Kevin, my lover Phil.

    I hungered… I starved.

                She lifted her head and yawned, then scented the air.  Faint deer musk thinned in the breeze.  A meal was close.

                It wasn’t that kind of hunger.  I was starved of my past; left to feel a sickening nostalgia for Mom and Dad, for Kevin, for the comfort of our home, and even my lumpy barely comfortable bed.  It was a picture perfect moment as Mom, dressed in a pastel flower dress with her perpetual look of concern barely hidden behind her beautiful smile, and Dad, in army greens with his arm around her angrily glaring at the camera.   Kevin, bothersome brother that he was, sitting on my legs laughing as I tried to pull them and the blanket from beneath him.  The smell of baking pie, as mom placed silverware for dinner.  I could picture the cot clearly, white sheet and green blankets ready to be untucked.  Just a collection of memories, I hurt from severe homesickness.

    She stood a solitary sentinel over my voiced thoughts, examining each.  I knew why she watched, for whom she watched… 

    I especially missed Phil.  Though I can never remember his exact words, I remembered his voice all too well – though it was not quite deep enough for a radio announcer, it was smooth and flowing as he spoke.  With every sentence, he would gracefully gesture and if we were alone maybe pirouette a la seconde or promenade.  His smile, a reflection of my own, stirred a yearning.

    She tensed…

    His kind gray-blue eyes drank in the world.  When our eyes met, his whole face smiled.  I loved that, I loved him.

    She was completely rigid…    

    Why?

    And then I was back in that moment.  It was the moment Phil fell to the ground, blood everywhere, his throat ripped out.  The shock struck me all over again.  Eyes glistened and we shared a sigh filled with sadness. 

    She lowered her head and closed her eyes.  Cold darkness engulfed me. 

    I wanted to curl into a fetal position…

    She described my Dad staring at the water, calm a pole in his hand…

    And then I saw my last memory of him face so red it was purpling, bellowing “He’s no son of mine!”   

    I wanted to die…

    She wanted me to live.

    She described my Mom, the smell of flour in the air, humming as rolled out a pie crust and then green glades, air full of bird song and forest smells, over and over again.  The imagery so detailed, recited so loudly, I had to take notice.  The volume slowly decreased, the darkness grew warm and cozy like a blanket…

    We were at an impasse.

    If only she hadn’t tensed.

I ran across an interesting post today and it got me thinking...

Debbie Wasserman Schultz was the co-chair of Hillary Clinton's 2008 presidential run, when Hillary lost the nomination to Barrack Obama.

In order to guarantee the nomination for for her next run, Hillary needed complete control of the DNC. Could she have manipulated things so Debbie became the chair of the DNC?

The Clintons would have needed the current Chair of the DNC recommend Debbie and then step down. This was a huge request, so the Clintons would have likely needed to make a most promising favor that would outshine the risks of the manipulation and the prestigious position of the Chair of the DNC.

Now you might be thinking this is starting to sound like a crazy conspiracy theory which couldn't have any truth to it... so I want to remind you of another "crazy conspiracy" theory. Remember when Martin O'Malley and Bernie Sanders both complained of DNC corruption? It was dismissed as "crazy conspiracy" too. Now Wikileaks has provided the proof in the form of thousands of emails... And now the conspiracy theory is fact, which resulted in President Obama personally requesting for Debbie to step down from the DNC.

Coming back to the previous topic, I ask you... prior to Debbie, who was the previous Chair of the DNC?

It was Tim Kaine. That's right! The DNC Chair from 2009 to 2011, just prior to Debbie was Tim Kaine.

The one and same Tim Kaine which is now Hillary Clinton's running mate for Vice President. Doesn't that sound like a most promising favor outshining the risks of manipulation and more prestigious a position than the Chair of the DNC?

Is it any surprise that when the manipulation of the DNC was discovered and Debbie was forced to step down, Debbie was immediately given an honorary position as Chair of Hillary Clinton's presidential campaign? She's been working to put Hillary Clinton into office since 2008. Also noteworthy, she too is being looked at for a prestigious position in the Clinton presidential cabinet as Secretary of the Interior.

But will it matter? If an investigation into the premeditated hijacking of the Democratic Nation Committee is even investigated, it will be done by the FBI. The same FBI which, with more than 30,000 employees, was unable to find thousands of emails a handful of hackers halfway around the world were able to find remotely. I have to wonder if Hillary, to make those emails stay buried, didn't make an offer of a prestigious presidential cabinet position to James Comey, the director of the FBI. Let's see, doesn't the director of the FBI report to the Attorney General and isn't that soon to be an open position to be filled by the newly elected president?

So whether or not any of this were all true, who could we even trust to investigate it? Who could we trust to prosecute it? Who could we trust to play the jury?

As I said, it's an interesting post that gets me thinking... And if you agree, please share.

#D&D #dungeonsanddragons #5thEdition


    I enjoy gaming...  I recently had another player bring up a ruling for 5th edition Dungeons and Dragons as posted at dnd.wizards.com/articles/featu… for 
Disintegration versus Relentless Endurance (pg 41, racial), Relentless Rage (pg 49, 11th level), and Undying Sentinel (pg 87, 15th level).  

    I think this ruling is incorrect.  
    
    
Each of these uses the words “killed outright”, or “die outright”.  A search of the PHB for the word ‘outright’ reveals three other uses of outright, only one of which is relevant to this discussion. 

     On page 197 of the PHB it says under Dropping to 0 Hit Points “When you drop to 0 hit points, you either die outright or fall unconscious, as explained in the following sections.”

     The die outright is referencing the check for remaining damage exceeding the character hit point total successfully.

     The Disintegrate spell in no way changes this check or replaces it.  A character with 10 of 50 hit points takes 70 damage from the disintegrate spell he dies, and then becomes disintegrated.  A character with 10 of 71 hit points takes 70 damage from the disintegrate spell he falls unconscious, and then becomes disintegrated.  A character that 71 of 71 hit points takes 70 damage from the disintegrate spell he is at 1 hp and suffers no other effects from the disintegrate spell. 

     So then we come back to the effects of Relentless Endurance, Relentless Rage, and Undying Sentinel.  Each of these checks for the outright death and we can look again at the three previous examples.   The only change is made for the middle example which then becomes:  A character with 10 of 71 hit points takes 70 damage from the disintegrate spell and does not die outright.  His ability can kick in - dropping the character to 1 hit point - and he suffers no other effects from the disintegrate spell.

     Relentless Endurance, Relentless Rage, and Undying Sentinel are all interrupts done after the outright death is checked for but before other effects are applied. It stops all conditions that apply like unconsciousness, falling prone, etc. including this special effect of being disintegrated. 

     If you're saying these abilities do not work this way, then how does it work? Is it just 1 hit point of healing after everything resolves then? So every time a character uses this ability they have to spend their next actions standing, picking up weapons, etc.?  

     This does not sound like the intent of these abilities to me.  I think Jeremy E Crawford of Sage Advice should reconsider his ruling.  What do you think?  

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    I've been building this story in my head for a while now.  Needed to start getting it down.  Also need some encouragement and would like to hear your thoughts.
 
              Chapter 1:   Characters include Mom, Dad, my brother Kevin, my lover Phil.

    I hungered… I starved.

                She lifted her head and yawned, then scented the air.  Faint deer musk thinned in the breeze.  A meal was close.

                It wasn’t that kind of hunger.  I was starved of my past; left to feel a sickening nostalgia for Mom and Dad, for Kevin, for the comfort of our home, and even my lumpy barely comfortable bed.  It was a picture perfect moment as Mom, dressed in a pastel flower dress with her perpetual look of concern barely hidden behind her beautiful smile, and Dad, in army greens with his arm around her angrily glaring at the camera.   Kevin, bothersome brother that he was, sitting on my legs laughing as I tried to pull them and the blanket from beneath him.  The smell of baking pie, as mom placed silverware for dinner.  I could picture the cot clearly, white sheet and green blankets ready to be untucked.  Just a collection of memories, I hurt from severe homesickness.

    She stood a solitary sentinel over my voiced thoughts, examining each.  I knew why she watched, for whom she watched… 

    I especially missed Phil.  Though I can never remember his exact words, I remembered his voice all too well – though it was not quite deep enough for a radio announcer, it was smooth and flowing as he spoke.  With every sentence, he would gracefully gesture and if we were alone maybe pirouette a la seconde or promenade.  His smile, a reflection of my own, stirred a yearning.

    She tensed…

    His kind gray-blue eyes drank in the world.  When our eyes met, his whole face smiled.  I loved that, I loved him.

    She was completely rigid…    

    Why?

    And then I was back in that moment.  It was the moment Phil fell to the ground, blood everywhere, his throat ripped out.  The shock struck me all over again.  Eyes glistened and we shared a sigh filled with sadness. 

    She lowered her head and closed her eyes.  Cold darkness engulfed me. 

    I wanted to curl into a fetal position…

    She described my Dad staring at the water, calm a pole in his hand…

    And then I saw my last memory of him face so red it was purpling, bellowing “He’s no son of mine!”   

    I wanted to die…

    She wanted me to live.

    She described my Mom, the smell of flour in the air, humming as rolled out a pie crust and then green glades, air full of bird song and forest smells, over and over again.  The imagery so detailed, recited so loudly, I had to take notice.  The volume slowly decreased, the darkness grew warm and cozy like a blanket…

    We were at an impasse.

    If only she hadn’t tensed.

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