I must preface this with a brief introduction of my father. My father has always been a no nonsense down-to-earth kind of person. Work hard because you have to, have fun when you can kind of guy. He's very outdoorsy and loves hunting and nature and waking up at the asscrack of dawn. So when I managed to talk him into playing D&D with my uncle, cousin, family-friend, and myself I was more than surprised. He played a druid fittingly enough.
Anyway, he had been injured in a fight with the three bugbears in the Redbrand Hideout and didn't want to use one of his spell slots just yet so he decided to use one of the few health potions they had found. Before my cousin could give it to him he said "Wait a second," and walked over to the refrigerator. He came back to the table and simoultaniously threw his 2d4s and drank his "healing potion."
Submitted April 22, 2015 at 06:09PM by drewboy111 http://ift.tt/1Jbeu8s DnD
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