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I played a lot about twenty-five years ago. When I walk past the new D and D displays in hobby shops (my kids like hobby shops) I can't believe how complex it's become...there are about twenty manuals now, if not more, I swear.
D and D, to me, is all about the conversation and camaradarie. I loved playing...wish I hadn't grown too cool for it, but then again, girls actually wanted to talk to me, living ones, so I guess I had a reason for putting away that monster manual...

Even now, my husband's e-mail address has "paladin" in it. heh.
I made the boys roll me up a character once (haveing read nearly all of the Dragonlance books, I wanted to give it a go), but they spent all their time yammering about everything but D&D that we didn't ever acomplish anything! I got bored and went back to my books...

Good times.

When I came home from running errands the other day my eleven-year-old son and two of our neighbor boys were sitting in my living room surrounded by D&D books. "Will you be our DM mom?" So, another generation of game geeks begins. Gygax would be thrilled to know that the imaginations he valued so much are still being stimulated by the game he helped create.


I don't even want to know how much money I spent on D&D stuff in my teens and early twenties. I'm really hoping that my kid will be fine with the books we already have and not try to convert to 4th ed. If he does he's going to have to find a way of earning his own money. I'm not willing to count D&D supplies toward either my book or board game budgets... time to start mowing lawns=o)
I had a Paladin as my main character when I played. Her sidekick was a dwarf thief. But my favorite thing to do was to create a universe and be Dungeon Master. I spent weeks drawing levels on graph paper and filling it up with creatures, treasures, traps and surprises. And then to improvise the scenes as a group of players entered the world... so much fun!! I always wanted to write my own fantasy novels... but by the time I started on them the genre had become passe to me. I just couldn't take it seriously enough. Too bad... I could'a been a contender... ; )



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But I still have no idea of the series you were thinking of so I'll stop yammering now.
Sarah, I read about the first 9 or 10 of the Dragonlance books and liked them. I really loved the first 4 or so. Eventually they begin to be written by different people and it goes down the drain from there in my opinion. But, Dragonlance Chronicles Trilogy are the first three.

They didn't "magically" become anything. It begins with them all meeting up in a little town after the group had split up for a year or so in separate directions. There was a half elf (Tanis), a halfling/kender named Tasslehoff, Tas most of the story, a pair of twins, one - Raistlin - was a wizard and his brother was a warrior, uh, some elves join the party eventually and a couple of "barbarians", a blue staff...blah blah blah the adventure ensues!

So thanks guys! I think we probably solved it! :)

That is why D & D will always reactivate my olfactory memory of horrid smelling feet!
R.I.P. Gary Gygax, you will be missed.
Dash, that is COMPLETELY repulsive!

I may not be completely shallow but stinky boy is one thing I have never tolerated!
I grew up running around the Sierras in the summer with a pack of boys who climbed, rode mountain bikes, hiked, spelunked, played frisbee, and generally never stopped moving until it was time to play D & D or watch Second City TV all night... They used to have a contest to see whose feet stank the worst by the end of the day. Our friend Tharyn always won. When he took his shoes off it would drive us all from the room gagging. Ha ha ha ha!!!! Oh man... not much phases me when it comes to stinky boys. I guess I'm a relatively tolerant chick in that department.
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I was 16 in the summer of 1980. Southern California. We'd stay up late in our friend's garage drinking beer and playing D&D. Then we'd get a wild hair at oh-crap-thirty, drive to the beach, start a fire, drink more beer & sleep until the seagulls or that guy with the metal detector woke us up (I don't know why-- he never really made much noise, what with the Pacific Ocean slamming itself against the rest of the planet just 30 yards away, but for some reason I always woke up when he was walking by). Swimming, body-surfing and laying in the sun until the beach got too crowded or we got too hungry. Carl's Jr. if we were low on cash, BJ Grunt's if we were flush (awe-inspiring deep dish pizza, but not cheap); home if we had spent it all on gas and beer (of course, if we met any girls somebody inevitably would "find" a few forgotten dollars to keep the party going).
There's another version where we stay home and make Magical Instantly Disappearing Nachos in the middle of the night, which explains why La Victoria Green Taco Sauce will always remind me of Dungeons & Dragons.
R.I.P., Gary Gygax